Li Zhao admitted that he couldn't sleep in bed.

At this time, my stomach felt swollen again.

She sat up and prepared to get off the ground.

In the black rumbling, it seemed to touch something soft.

Li Zhao felt it carefully, it was Cui Jingrou's pillow, she opened her eyes wide and looked hard, the quilt next to her was well laid, but there was no bulge inside.

No one.

Where did this man go?

Li Zhao rolled his eyes, put on his shoes and walked out of the house.

Outside the house is a small hall, which is very small, and can only fit a high desk and two chairs.

The case and the chair are both to the north, and there is a faint candlelight on the desk, through which it can be seen that Aunt Qin is sitting on the chair and napping.

Li Zhao walked over.

"Auntie, I want to pay tribute."

The woman, who was less than thirty years old, opened her eyes and looked at it, then pointed to the east: "Go outside, last head, go and come back quickly, don't run around." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes without waiting for anyone to reply.

Li Zhao had been to the thatched house during the day, but he didn't talk anymore and went out silently.

It was a little windy outside, and Li Zhao shivered.

Look left and right, the dark and quaint palace is a little more hideous than in the daytime, those vague edges and corners of the bucket arches, like ghost shadows, or invisible nets, to devour people.

Fortunately, she was bold and secretly sighed to vent the depressed emotions in her heart, and gave herself courage, and then ran to the thatched house with her arms in her arms.

The thatched houses in the palace are quite clean, a long row of houses, with more than a dozen small lattices, each of which has oil lamps and buckets.

Li Zhao picked the brightest one and walked in, put out the useless water in his stomach, got dressed and stood up, and touched his stomach again, hehe, it's not bloated.

Just as Li Zhao walked out refreshed, he suddenly heard a sobbing sound on the left.

The voice is light and slow, coming and gone, lonely as a woman, and then because the thatched house is empty, with the echo of the night, in this no-man's midnight, it is extremely feminine.

Li Zhao's hair stood up.

She walked over with the courage to do so.

In the southeast corner, outside the small lattice, a slender figure stood against the wall.

His shoulders trembled, and his breath was filled with sadness.

Apparently she was crying.

Li Zhao looked at it again, and this person was dressed in a goose-yellow dress, exactly like the person who was missing next to her bed.

Cui Jingrou.

Li Zhao stopped at a distance of ten paces.

Cui Jingrou was still crying and didn't see the figure behind her.

"Cousin......"

Suddenly she burst into tears.

The hand that followed her against the wall also retracted, and she lowered her head and rubbed the things in her other hand.

The thing was emerald green and transparent, and it glowed softly in the dim light, like a pearl halo, which was very eye-catching.

It turned out to be a jade pendant.

Li Zhao's eyebrows frowned slightly, because of the rules of the palace, he couldn't bring in jewelry, not even a hairpin for women.

Although she couldn't see the pattern on the jade pendant clearly, she knew that it was worn by a man by looking at the size and shape.

Combined with Cui Jingrou's cry, you can guess about it.

This is something given to Cui Jingrou by Cui Jingrou's cousin, or a token of love, which was brought in by Cui Jingrou.

It's bold.

Li Zhao shrugged.

Now that Cui Jingrou has become a show girl, in case Jiang Shanggong finds out, I don't know what will happen.

But it's none of her business, and she's never been a high-density sinister villain.

Li Zhao shook his head and quietly retreated.

Therefore, she didn't see it, after she left, Cui Jingrou held the jade pendant in her hand, clenched her teeth and looked ahead, her eyes were vicious and fierce, and she didn't know who it was aimed at.