The cold wind and snow drifted, and the silver snow in the capital was wrapped, and the cold wind howled, making people unconsciously shrink into their necks.

Luo Qiuyue wore a prison uniform alone, which made the already thin body even weaker. The pale little face was pitiful in the cold wind, the lips were cold and bloodless, and a pair of wet apricot eyes looked at everything in front of them in disbelief.

In other words, it was to watch Su Mo and Qian Youming's interesting performances.

At the city gate, the guards guarded it.

The people retreated, and they all looked inside the tower.

In this cold winter, a red figure dyed this snow-white color, and the stunning face made the whole world lose color. And the woman's body leaned softly on Qian Youming's body, soft as if there were no bones.

Qian Youming's face was cold, and he subconsciously took a step back, startling the woman with a coquettish cry, soft and coquettish, "Qianlang, I'm so cold, can you hold it tighter." ”

As he spoke, Su Mote leaned shamelessly beside Qian Youming.

Small, boneless hands are touching around.

There was a sudden coldness in his chest, Qian Youming's face stiffened, and when he was about to get angry, a soft voice sounded in his ears, "Qianlang is really warm and tight here, this cold day, how pitiful it would be if there was no warmth of the people around him." ”

The voice was not loud, but it clearly fell on the ears of the people around him.

Luo Qiuyue's already pale face lost its only blood color inch by inch, and her teeth were clenched.

When the pain hit, she realized that she had bitten the skin of her mouth, and the familiar smell of rust was already in her mouth.

Unlike Su Mo's feeling of being warmed, Luo Qiuyue stood alone at the gate of the city, shivering in the snow. The face was mottled with blood, and it had long lost its original pure and lovely feeling.

Now, Su Mo is still the eldest princess who people look up to, and Luo Qiuyue is just a poor person who has fallen from a saint to a beggar.

A resentful light spread from Luo Qiuyue's eyes, and her nails sank into the flesh.

"Look at me, I'm here to see off this former saint today." Su Mo smiled gently, she came to Luo Qiuyue gently, and looked at the other party's expression of hatred for her, she felt very happy.

"It's a pity that the national teacher didn't come to see you off, it seems that in the heart of the national teacher, you are not very important."

Su Mo's voice sounded like a magic sound in Luo Qiuyue's ears.

She looked at Su Mo's eyes with a little more hatred, "Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, there is a way that people are watching the sky, and the retribution that should come will come sooner or later, I will wait to see you, what will happen to you!" ”

Yo, it's tough.

Su Mo's favorite thing is to see the heroine's itchy teeth, she nodded, and bloomed the brightest smile, "Then the princess is waiting, whether this retribution is on you or on the princess." ”

The two were so close that no one knew what they were talking about.

The people pointed their fingers, and the most worrying thing in their hearts was the holy woman Luo Qiuyue.

And he didn't have a good impression of Su Mo at all.

Luo Qiuyue was imprisoned, and many people didn't want to believe that she wanted to assassinate His Majesty.

Su Mo turned sideways slightly.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Qian Youming, who was looking at them worriedly, with a sly smile on his face.

Just when Luo Qiuyue was just getting proud, Su Mo suddenly exclaimed, clasped his arms with both hands, and took two steps back.

Su pointed lightly, pointed at Luo Qiuyue and began to complain, "Ah, what did you do to me. I know you want to deal with me, but why are you doing this to me, it hurts, it hurts, something is going to happen to me. ”