Su Yunshu's clear voice came from not far away, Su Yunhua sighed deeply, and gently responded "Coming", then withdrew his gaze, pursed the corners of his lips, and walked towards Su Yunshu, who was quietly waiting at the door of the dormitory.

Coming to Su Yunshu's side, Su Yunhua bowed slightly to the person beside him, hooked his lips and smiled.

Su Yunshu also smiled gently, and rubbed the top of Su Yun's hair with his big palm, with a soothing meaning.

When passing by Caihe's side, Su Yunshu's footsteps paused, his eyes fell on Caihe at the door, and his breath sank, as if with substantial weight, suddenly pressed on Caihe's thin back.

Suddenly, Caihe's breath suddenly stagnated, his heart surged with qi and blood, and his thin body began to tremble slightly.

However, at that moment, Su Yunshu withdrew his coercion, and his complexion returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, and the aura around him was extremely stable.

After a little silence, Su Yunshu flicked his sleeves lightly, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the deep night around him, and spoke lightly, his voice was low, with some kind of inexplicable pressure, and he couldn't see his emotions.

"Picking lotus."

Caihe's body shook suddenly, and he saluted Su Yunshu respectfully, and said softly: "The slave is here." ”

"Miss Seven is not in good health, you have to take good care of it."

"She is the most favored daughter of the Su family master, if something goes wrong."

As he spoke, Su Yunshu paused, his tone suddenly became a little lower, and his voice was slightly elongated, faintly, with a hint of warning.

"You should know the consequences in your own heart."

Hearing this, Caihe's usually calm heart suddenly rose with a deep sense of fear, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, but his face was calm, and he still looked like he was low-eyebrowed.

"Please rest assured, the slave will definitely take good care of Miss Seven, and there will be no mistakes."

Hearing this, Su Yunshu nodded thoughtfully, let out a faint "um", and said in a deep voice: "So excellent." ”

As he spoke, Su Yunshu tilted his head slightly, looked at Su Yunhua, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Su Yunhua nodded, answered "yes", and followed Su Yunshu, through the cold night, towards the brightly lit and noisy hall.

The palace man who led the way in front carried a delicate glazed palace lamp, the lamp was shaking, and it was clearly extinguished, and there was a little hideous meaning on the person's face.

Su Yunshu walked quietly, his face was light, but the big hand in his sleeve was tightly clenched, and the joints were full of dead ash and white.

The night was deep, and the cool cold sprinkled on everything, covering it with a faint layer of frost, and under the cold moonlight, it reflected an eerie light.

The night is deep, and the moon is deep.

Silent.

The slight footsteps of several people seemed a little abrupt in this dark night.

In the inky night, Su Yunshu paused, slowly looked back, and looked at the dimly lit dormitory.

The cold night wind blew half of his black hair, swept over his thin face, with bursts of piercing touch, a shivering feeling spread to the deepest part of his heart, freezing all the blood flowing all over his body, losing the temperature of the past.

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd in the hall not far away, Su Yunshu pursed the corners of his lips, his handsome face was full of cold and hard lines, the hands in his sleeves were clenched, and cold sweat continued to pour out from his palms.

"The Third Son."

Hearing the voice of the palace man in his ears, Su Yunshu came back to his senses slightly, squinted his eyes slightly, and slowly loosened his clenched hands, trembling between them.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunshu calmed down, withdrew his gaze, brushed his sleeves carelessly, put one hand behind his back, his eyes were shallow, and he responded lightly "um", then raised his feet and continued to walk towards the main hall.

The sound of laughter and laughter greeted the people, and the cold silence grew farther and farther behind them.

The night breeze became more and more bitter, blowing on the face, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

Gradually, the bright lights surrounded him, and a burst of warmth came to his face, dispelling the chill on his body.

Looking at the smiling people in the main hall, Su Yunshu intuitively felt a trance in front of him, only to feel a burst of illusory feeling gushing out of his brain, and at an extremely fast speed, he drowned himself.

This feeling of being in a different world is actually a little familiar, dyed with deep bitterness.

It seems that a long, long time ago, he was also like this, and gradually distanced himself from something precious.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before disappearing.

"The third son, the fourth miss, it's here."

The respectful voice of the palace people came to her ears, and then, the palace maid with bright makeup stepped forward, saluted Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua, and spoke softly.

"Third Son, Fourth Miss, please."

As she spoke, the palace maid raised her hand slightly and made a gesture to lead the way.

Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua glanced at each other, both nodded slightly, and then gently brushed their sleeves and walked into the main hall.

At this time, Su Yunshu only felt that faintly, something big seemed to happen.

However, what he didn't know was that in the depths of his blood, there was a mystery that was slowly awakening.

Just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

The sword points to the sky and wins the world.

Inside the dormitory.

When the footsteps of Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua gradually moved away, Su Yunran slowly opened his eyes, his fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze returned to a sense of clarity.

The profound spiritual power quietly dispersed, perceiving everything around him.

Not far away, a faint flash of fire could be seen, and then, a faint fragrance came, faint but with gentle spiritual power, spreading to the entire dormitory at a very fast speed.

Suddenly, Su Yunran hooked her thin pale lips, smiled inexplicably, and couldn't see her joy or anger.

There was a slight sound of the door opening, followed by a deliberate sound of footsteps, obviously with deep spiritual power, gradually approaching him.

"Slave, I've seen my lord."

It was Caihe's soft voice, with an undisguised sense of awe.

"How's the man?"

The low and cold voice, with a bit of familiarity, made Su Yunran can't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Back to my lord, Miss Seven is already asleep, and the third son and fourth miss have also returned to the main hall."

Caihe hung his head and spoke in a low voice.

The deep voice answered with a "hmm", and then said no more, only walked softly towards Su Yunran.

Suddenly, however, all the footsteps, all the sounds, disappeared in the dormitory. It seems that the conversation between the two people is an illusion, and in fact, nothing happens.

And Su Yunran, who was lying quietly on the bed, slowly wrinkled her gentle thin eyebrows.

In this dormitory, there was no breath, and even the faint aura left by Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua was all gone.

As if remembering something, Su Yunran narrowed his eyes, and his pale thin lips were slightly cool.