When he was undressing and sleeping, Xiao Qingyu suddenly heard a knock on the door.

I pricked up my ears and listened for a while, and the knock on the door was still ringing.

Xiao Qingjue frowned, and asked without being salty. "Who's at the door?"

Suddenly there was no movement outside.

Then, Xiao Qingyu turned around casually, ready to continue the action just now.

As soon as one foot stepped into the collapse, and the sock on the other foot did not have time to take off, a creak was heard, and the door opened.

A gust of cold wind blew and blew all the way to my heart.

Xiao Qingjue looked back in horror, the white hair and sweat all over his body stood up, pretending to be calm, and the very imposing person shouted. "Who!"

Everything around him suddenly stopped, Xiao Qingyu only felt a tightness in his chest, and his eyes were confused.

The door was empty.

Is the quality of the door in this inn so bad?

Did a gust of wind blow the tightly clasped locks open?

Xiao Qingjue didn't dare to move, as if he turned around, his soul lamp was extinguished, and an inexplicable ghost was summoned.

However, this reasoning does not exist.

But she still didn't dare to look back, feeling that when she turned around, a cold dagger would cross her delicate neck.

So he just maintained a movement, freezing in the cold air.

After a long time, I persevered until my neck was sore, and I felt that I couldn't hold on. There was a warm breath in my ears.

Finally, we waited for the enemy's movement.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

But it doesn't seem to be as murderous as imagined.

Is there no hostility, or is it hidden too deeply?

Xiao Qingjue's heart became cold again, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he struggled whether it was better to run away immediately, or to beg for mercy shamelessly.

"Run." The voice seemed to know what she was thinking, and said calmly.

Xiao Qingjue's heart trembled, and when he heard this unexpected but familiar voice, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

I didn't even find out that Su Gongzi liked to play this bite.

Xiao Qingjue's neck stiffened for a long time, and finally he was willing to twist it, his smooth side face was outlined by the candlelight in a soft arc, and his eyes were covered with heavy shadows, Xiao Qingjue smiled gloomily, and looked at Su Gongzi with dangerous eyes, "In the middle of the night, what do you want to play?" ”

"The people in the palace told me to come with you." Su Gongzi hesitated for a long time and couldn't help but explain.

"She still loves me." Xiao Qingjue replied as a matter of course, and then the sneer on the corner of his mouth still did not let go, and his voice changed, and he took a step forward. "But that's not your high-sounding reason."

Su Gongzi is still tepid, there is no expression on his face, he looks arrogant and arrogant that he doesn't care if you do.

Xiao Qingyu was a little crying and laughing, sighed softly, and stepped forward to climb on Su Gongzi's chest. "I'm going to sleep, you can do it yourself."

"You can't sleep." Feeling the slightly cool temperature in his chest, Su Gongzi's expressionless face did not match it was looking at her with a little smile in his eyes.

In an instant, the whole person came alive.

"And why I can't sleep?" Xiao Qingjue smiled angrily, and his face slowly sank.

Then, Xiao Qingyu didn't pay attention to it, looking like the prime minister could support the boat in his belly, passed by Su Gongzi, took a casual step, hugged his chest with both hands, and said casually. "Isn't there still you in the way when something happens?"

A sword suddenly crossed in front of Xiao Qingjue.

"Well, wait for them to come." Su Zhan narrowed his long, narrow and deep eyes, and his tone was still flat.

Xiao Qingjue was distracted by this sentence, and shook the goosebumps on his body. Involuntarily turned around and sniffed the faint smell of Su Gongzi's body. "Several times I suspect that you have been transferred."

The corners of Su Gongzi's mouth raised slightly, he opened his mouth, and before he could spit out the words rolled in his tongue, there was a sound of the wind breaking through the air.

Su Gongzi hugged Xiao Qingyu sideways, and brushed past three sharp arrows.

Looking at the few hairs that fell out, Xiao Qingjue felt a little dizzy in a whirlwind, and coughed dryly unconsciously, but he couldn't react immediately to what happened, and the overwhelming rain of arrows followed.

Xiao Qingjue, who was hiding behind Su Gongzi, pursed his lips, looked at the arrow feathers that were deeply inserted into the floor, and thought a little idlely, using this trick every time, a little annoying.

The thought was still in my mind, and the whole inn soon became lively.

"Gone water, walked ...... water"

Many people in the inn who had not yet fallen asleep looked at the firelight in the sky, broke down the door, and scrambled to tell him.

The flames slowly spread out of the room, and the brilliant light of the flames intertwined and smudged in Xiao Qingyu's inky pupils, reflecting the slightly excited pupils.

In the midst of the firelight, Xiao Qingyu shouted in a cheerful tone, "Hiss, this, I like it very much!" ”

Su Zhan knelt Xiao Qingyu in the crook of his arm, and with a turn of his toes, he delicately brought her out of the fire.

Su Gongzi cleaned up a few miscellaneous pieces, and as soon as he lowered his head, he met the smiling eyes, and there was an innocent smile on his red face that did not understand the world.

Su Zhan's face changed slightly, and the hand on her waist became more and more forceful.

Su Zhan clearly felt the moist touch coming from his palm, and the smell of blood became more and more intense, and then looked down at Xiao Qingjue's increasingly pale face, and his heart trembled.

Xiao Qingjue lay quietly on his chest, and his brows did not wrinkle, making it impossible to guess the depth of Xiao Qingjue's wounds.

In the chaos, Su Zhan wanted to take Xiao Qingyu away, but who knew that Xiao Qingyu's footsteps seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't pull hard.

Su Zhan's eyelids jumped as if he had a premonition. The next moment, Xiao Qingyu personally stabbed the dagger that had been hidden in his cuff into Su Gongzi's chest.

Xiao Qingjue's hands were stained with blood inch by inch, his eyes struggled, and he hesitated whether to score another point or pull out the dagger.

In the swaying fire, Xiao Qingyu let go of his hand, threw the dagger stained with bright red blood in his hand, and slowly pushed away his embrace. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the not-so-neat laughter sounded again, ignoring the words of Su Gongzi behind him.

Su Gongzi was still motionless, except for the shock of the dagger that had just pierced into his chest, there was not too much emotion in his eyes, and he was tossed by Xiao Qingjue.

Xiao Qingjue's staggering steps were very slow and sluggish, but with unhurried calmness. One step at a time, you can't tell whether it's your own or someone else's.

Su Zhan's eyes became deeper and deeper in the night, watching the person who scattered a green silk like a waterfall disappear from his sight step by step, disappearing into the panicked crowd.

staring at the dagger that was thrown on the ground by its master, wondering if the owner of the dagger had any of its other brothers, so that he would not be able to deal with the wound of the sword with his bare hands, whether the wound wounded by the sword could be treated by himself, whether he had brought medicine with him, and how many of those people had found her.

However, Su Gongzi just narrowed his eyes, and with one hand, he couldn't help but cover the not deep and shallow wound on his chest, so he quickly got into the crowd, found a person who looked like Xiao Qingyu, held it in his arms, and quickly ran to the other end.

When it comes.

The woman in the palace repeatedly emphasized that this trip was dangerous.

But he never thought that the most dangerous thing was Xiao Qingyu himself.

The very sluggish trio was so shocked that they couldn't pick it up for a long time when they saw Xiao Qingjue's devastated room.

After hearing the movement, watching the feet slope step by step, Su Zhan came lightly.

One by one, they immediately rushed around, and asked with very anxious eyes. "Where's the master?"

"Lost." Su Zhan said expressionlessly.

Everyone looked at the emotions in front of him, and their eyes were full of pain.

One by one, they searched in a panic, and set aside layer after layer of people.

It was almost dawn, and a glimmer of light was revealing from the horizon.

The three people who were tired of looking for most of the night didn't even see Xiao Qingjue's shadow, and finally could only sit at the door of the inn in frustration, full of embarrassment.

The three of them chatted dejectedly.

Su Gongzi rubbed his sword, ignoring the sounds around him. Only occasionally, there was a slight frown in the sound of the three of them talking. After a long time, he suddenly abandoned the sword and sighed slowly, after all, after defining himself, that somewhat strange person is still reassuring.