"Palace Master."

Feeling the strength of the woman's hand, Xiao Dong couldn't help but shrink his neck, but he smiled very happily on his face, without the slightest sense of fear, but flattened his small mouth, and his voice brought an obvious smile, faintly, revealing a bit of coquettishness.

"Xiaoqiu is too old and heavy, and she always looks lifeless."

"If Xiao Dong also becomes like this, there will be no one to accompany the palace master to relieve his boredom, and no one will tell jokes to the palace master to make the palace master happy."

"In that case, the days will be too boring and boring, won't the palace master suffocate to death?"

Hearing this, the woman laughed directly, and the light laughter carried a bit of the delicate feeling of her daughter's family, but it made several people present frown.

The slender fingers flicked Xiao Dong's forehead, the woman smiled brightly, her eyes were bright, and her face was full of deep pampering and patience.

"You're the best at it."

Xiao Dong chuckled a few times, revealing a faint sense of pride on his face, raised his chin slightly, and his voice was brisk, like a bird singing on a branch.

"Isn't Xiaodong all about making the palace master happy?"

At this time, Xiaoqiu on the side moved, slowly turned his head, glanced at Xiaodong lightly without the slightest emotion, and rolled his eyes at him quietly, his face unchanged.

Seeing this, the woman was slightly stunned, but she laughed directly, revealing an undisguised sense of pleasure, and her slender fingers combed Xiaodong's hair, opening her mouth meaningfully, with a soothing meaning.

"Xiaodong, don't be so breathless."

The woman smiled lightly and said with a smile.

"Don't be in a hurry, at least let them die a little more clearly."

As she spoke, the woman withdrew her hand, slowly tightened her sleeves, and turned her eyes to Gong Zhaohui in front of her, her face sank, with an extreme chill, extremely sharp, her thin lips opened slightly, and she spoke in a condensed voice.

"Your Majesty of the Eastern Dynasty."

The white little hand stretched out from the sleeve, holding a white jade flute, which was decorated with tassels of pearl and jade, flowing with the streamer.

Seeing this, Nan Shiyan's gaze changed suddenly, his aura around him was a lot heavier, and his hands tightened.

Sensing the changes in the person beside her, the woman tilted her head slightly, smiled at Nan Shiyan, and said softly:

"Senior brother? What happened to you? ”

Lowering his eyebrows, he laughed a few lowly, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes suddenly, the hand holding the jade fan was raised, and the warm jade fan was horizontal in front of him, and his voice was slightly deep.

"Where is the junior sister?"

The woman's eyes moved, then she pouted, and gently "hummed", her voice rose a little, with a sense of grievance.

"Senior brother, I'm right here."

As she spoke, as if she remembered something, the woman's complexion changed, and she looked at Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui, who had always been light-faced, with a little anxiety on her face, and her words were eager, as if she wanted to explain something.

"Third brother, brother, don't you all know Xiao Ran?"

The white teeth bit her pale lips, the woman took a deep breath, pointed to the snow-colored palace silk tied around her waist, and looked at Su Yunshu.

"Third brother, this is made by you for Xiao Dye with your own hands, and there is still your spiritual power mark on it, don't you remember?"

Then, the woman's white and tender fingertips moved down, holding the jade pendant on her waist, and her eyes turned to the silent Gong Linggui, her thin eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Brother, this is the jade pendant you gave to Xiao Ran, it was given to Xiao Ran by my brother at the palace banquet at that time."

Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui glanced at each other, their eyes flashed with a strange light, and their faces sank a little.

Of course they remembered.

However, even so, they always felt that the woman in front of them was indeed not their little dye.

Even if her owner has the same face as Xiao Ran, she has the exact same outfit as Xiao Ran today, and she has what they gave Xiao Ran.

However, they were able to determine that she was not a small dye.

So, what is the purpose of her pretending to be Xiao Ran?

The gaze swept over Gong Zhaohui's gloomy face as if unintentionally, and the two of them couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat, as if they understood something, and the hands in their sleeves tightened.

The corners of his lips moved, Su Yunshu frowned tightly, and was about to say something, but he felt a pressure on his shoulders that could not be ignored, and a cool breeze blew through his ears, picking up the scattered hair.

The two of them moved their eyes, and looked at Nan Shiyan on the side with a puzzled gaze, with a bit of exploration.

Pursing the corners of his lips, Nan Shi was speechless, his eyes were obscure, and he shook his head slightly at the two, seemingly casual movements, but with obvious resoluteness.

The hands in the sleeves tightened and tightened, and the two looked at each other without saying much.

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui, who were always silent, the woman did not have the slightest annoyance, the smile on her face did not decrease, the white jade flute gently pressed against the delicate and thin chin, tilted her head, the tassels on the step swayed slightly, and the crystal earrings were shining with a clear luster.

The pale thin lips were hooked, and the woman's smile was bright, but the words she said were extremely chilly.

"When Xiao Ran kills them all, he will explain to the third brother and brother."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and their eyes were full of disbelief and looked at the smiling shallow woman, and their pupils shrank suddenly.

Frowning, Gong Linggui groaned a little, and said lightly: "Why?" ”

The woman raised her eyebrows, the white jade flute tapped her chin lightly, the corners of her mouth twitched, the smile on her face slowly subsided, and her voice was low, with obvious sharpness and murderous aura.

"Why?"

After a pause, the woman suddenly chuckled again, and the hand holding the white jade flute was raised suddenly, pointing directly at Gong Zhaohui in front of her, her voice rose a lot, and the corners of her lips were dyed with a bit of bloodthirsty chill.

"Because of him, he killed my mother!"

"His father and mother are separated from you by yin and yang!"

"In the past 14 years, I can't go back to my home!"

As she spoke, the woman burst out laughing, her eyebrows full of fierceness.

"Gong Zhaohui, it's you."

"Back then, it was just a little bit closer."

The laughter gradually subsided, and the woman pursed the corners of her lips and raised her eyebrows, "My family is ruined." ”

The other hand stretched out, the fingers lightly buckled, and the corners of the mouth bloomed with a cruel smile, burning and dazzling.

"Just a little bit."

Throwing her sleeves suddenly, making a cold sound, the woman turned her head slightly, looked at Su Yunshu, her face returned to softness, and the delicate smile of her daughter's family appeared, and her clear eyes flashed with inexplicable crystal, without any impurities, like a child who did not understand the world.

"Third brother, wait a moment."

"When Xiao Ran kills them all, he will go home with the third brother."

After speaking, without waiting for Su Yunshu to answer, the woman raised her hand, and the white jade flute was surrounded by deep spiritual power, and the tassel of the pearl jade made a small sound.

At this time, as if she remembered something, the woman tilted her head and smiled brightly at Nan Shiyan, her soft voice with a bit of coquettishness:

"Senior brother, borrow your rain fan."