Feng Duhan stared at her, a trace of anxiety flashing through her eyes, "What did Yan Chengming tell you?" ”

Ye Zhiwei looked back at him calmly and asked rhetorically, "Why did you become a prison officer?" ”

Feng Duhan's thin lips were pursed into a thin line, and there was more hesitation on his face.

"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it." Ye Zhiwei didn't care, she pretended to be relaxed and waved her hand, "Anyway, I don't want to know, that's your business." ”

"Yan Chengming......"

"That's my business, it's none of my business." Ye Zhiwei didn't have a good breath, she was tired all day, first entered the palace, and then was pulled by Yan Chengming to see what kind of labor killing, and now she was questioned by this vinegar jar, she really wanted to be quiet and alone for a while.

Feng Duhan stared at her eyes tightly, as if he was afraid of missing every subtle change in her expression, "Just as Yan Chengming said...... This son is borrowing a knife to kill people. He said word by word.

Ye Zhiwei's eyebrows raised slightly, and she wanted to speak again, "You are ...... for the emperor"

"I'm the hidden knife." Feng Duhan said bluntly, "I used his power to eliminate dissent, and he borrowed my hand to kill people." ”

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but hold her breath.

In his previous life, Feng Duhan had said that he killed people for the emperor, but at that time he killed foreign enemies.

Feng Duhan noticed the surprise in her eyes, and said quietly, "In this life, the son of this life killed the courtiers. ”

Ye Zhiwei was stunned and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Although they are both hidden knives, the two are completely different.

The knife of killing foreign enemies is stained with the blood of the enemy, even if it has a reputation for ruthless and cold-blooded, but it is not damaged by prestige, and the knife of killing courtiers will be stained with the blood of innocents on its hands, in the final analysis, it is just a difference in position, and over time, there will be rumors similar to this kind of "rebel minister".

"Why ......" Ye Zhiwei blinked in confusion, how powerful he was, she knew better than anyone why he would choose such a difficult path in this life, and damage his reputation.

She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for Feng Duhan's answer.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly froze, and only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

"Wei'er......" Finally, it was Twilight Han who broke the silence first, and he called to her softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "You can trust me?" ”

Ye Zhiwei only felt her heart skip a beat, her eyes fell on his eyes, and she found that there was a faint layer of blood.

These days, he must be very busy, on the one hand, he has to secretly send someone to protect her, and on the other hand, he has to deal with the prince and others in the palace......

Looking at his tired look, her heart softened at once, no matter how much blood he had on his hands, she would believe him.

Twilight had been nervously watching her expression change, and when she had relaxed from the tension just now, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and tentatively stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her face.

A faint bloody aura came to her face, and Ye Zhiwei subconsciously dodged back.

Twilight's hand immediately froze in mid-air.

"When I go back, I'll arrange a few maids for you who know martial arts." He diverted the subject, his slender fingers gathered together and covered in his wide sleeves, "If you want to stay in the Zhenguo Mansion, those people will inevitably find you trouble......

Ye Zhiwei saw him talking about him left and right, her eyes fell out of the window scatteredly, and she felt a little unbearable.

She was just subconsciously dodging just now, his body was stained with the smell of blood, and just recalling the scene at the noon gate just now made people's hearts palpitate.

Feng Duhan had a sentence, and he didn't tell her a word, and he never mentioned half a sentence about Yan Chengming.

When the carriage stopped outside the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion, Feng Duhan suddenly said in a loud voice, "Tsing Yi, keep walking." ”

Ye Zhiwei was stunned, in fact, even Tsing Yi, who was driving outside, was overwhelmed by this order, but the master's words couldn't help but listen, so Tsing Yi turned the horse's head, and the carriage continued to move forward, passing the Zhenguo Mansion.

Ye Zhiwei looked out of the window puzzled and said, "Where are you going?" ”

Before she could move her eyes back from the window, there was a sudden darkness in front of her, her clothes were windy, and a warm body had hugged her tightly in her arms.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of dipterocarp spread.

She just wanted to struggle, but she heard a whisper in her ear, "Wei'er, don't be afraid of me, no matter when, I won't hurt you!" The voice was low and hoarse, but it was like an old wine, seductive and intoxicating.

She was about to push his hand away, but she couldn't help but stop in mid-air.

As if sensing the hesitation in her heart, Feng Duhan hugged her more and more, and through the unicorn official uniform, she felt his violent heartbeat, like a wild horse out of control, suddenly, suddenly, as if it was going to hit her heart all the time.

"Viola, Vier......" Twilight murmured to her.

Ye Zhiwei raised her face in his arms and stared at the prince of Nanwang, who was a little out of control.

The sunlight shone in from outside the spun curtain, falling on his body in small pieces, the golden thread on the unicorn official uniform shone with a little golden light, and at this moment, the brilliance in those phoenix eyes was more dazzling than this golden light, like countless meteors in the night sky, with a blazing and confused light, dazzling.

"You're not allowed to avoid me, don't you hear!" He pressed her face to his heart, he didn't care how much blood was on his hands, he didn't care about losing his reputation, the only thing he cared about was her.

In this life, he wants to create a peaceful and prosperous world that belongs to her with his own hands.

She wants a quiet life, so he will get rid of all noise, not avoid the hustle and bustle as he did in his previous life.

He didn't want to tell her plan, but he didn't want her to be scared all day long, and he would rather have to face the risk of being assassinated every time, he would rather whitewash the peace in front of her, but also protect her in the palm of his hand, and shield her from all the wind and rain.

"Even if you really hate my blood, I won't let go." The corners of his lips curled, and he looked deeply into her eyes, as if he wanted to drown himself in them, "In this life, you are my person in life and my ghost in death, no matter who you are, you don't want me to let go." ”

Ye Zhiwei looked at him stunned, and a trace of sourness passed through her heart.

Others are cold-blooded, ruthless, and unruly, but in fact, this is just a mask of his, and under that mask, what is hidden is a heart that is softer and more sensitive than anyone else.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Feng Duhan was stunned for a moment, and the original depression and anxiety in his heart suddenly collapsed.

Although he was tough before, he couldn't help but worry that she would have prejudices against him, especially when he looked at Yan Chengming's back with her leaving, he actually panicked in his heart.

“…… The wind is cold. After a long time, she called, "I won't go anywhere, just wait for the day you come to marry me." She hugged him tightly and leaned her head into his arms.

The carriage passed in front of the Zhenguo Mansion again and again, and Tsing Yi had already driven around the Zhenguo Mansion countless times......