Lin Xin'er stopped not far from the study.

Looking at the study not far away, the night was deep, the candlelight was still flickering, and Ximen Jingxuan must still be busy.

Lin Xin'er clenched the handle of the knife in her hand, she could hear her heartbeat, and her eyes looked straight at the figure reflected in the window, suddenly familiar, suddenly unfamiliar, and finally like how many years she had known each other.

Looking at the black figure, Lin Xin'er couldn't move forward any longer, and hid herself behind the flowers, avoiding the sight of the patrol guards.

What can you do when you see him? How should she tell him about that past? Do you really want to change the way you get along with him?

Sooner or later, he would know her identity, know her purpose for approaching him, and that past would seem to him to be a bargaining chip to be used, and lose the beauty that only exists in his heart.

No, Lin Xin'er took half a step back, looked at the figure, and shook her head gently, she couldn't let that memory be hung with impurities.

No matter how many memories he still has of the relationship back then, he is unforgettable for her, he protects her, although he is only preventing the rain, what moves her is the throbbing hand.

She saved him, never trying to reciprocate, but she was grateful for the warmth he gave her first.

After looking forward to it for many days and nights, I didn't expect to see "him" again, but when we met again, it was under such circumstances.

How can she continue to face the fact that she is using him, and even touch the wounds about his mother.

The door of the study was opened, and Ximen Jingxuan walked out.

Lin Xin'er hurriedly held her breath, hid behind the flowers, and looked at the figure in the moonlight, although she was not an emperor, she could not hide the spirit of sitting in the world, and her gestures revealed indifference and casualness, but it seemed that she could turn over the clouds and rain in the middle of a hand.

Ximen Jingxuan took out something from his arms, white.

Lin Xin'er saw clearly that it was a square handkerchief, something that her daughter usually had at home.

Boom, a rolling summer thunder rushed across the sky, shooting the light of lightning in the night.

Immediately after, something crossed Lin Xin'er's heart.

The veil......

Lin Xin'er remembered that she used a handkerchief to bandage the young man's wound that day. That handkerchief was blindfolded when she was playing hide and seek with Lin Keer, it was originally Lin Keer's, and then because she lost it, she was scolded by Liu Suixiang by Lin Keer, which was Lin Keer's first female red, embroidered with Lin Keer's name.

At this time, Ximen Jingxuan carried a handkerchief with him, and stopped to look at it in the moonlight......

Lin Xin'er felt that her heartbeat intensified, and she couldn't hold her breath naturally.

He actually remembered her, but he recognized the wrong person, so he cared so much about Lin Keer!

Lin Xin'er understood everything in an instant, they were a pair of people who really didn't know each other.

A faint smile overflowed from Lin Xin'er's lips, with sadness in her smile, and her breath also emanated with this smile, which instantly alarmed Ximen Jingxuan.

"Who?" Ximen Jingxuan put away the veil and swept towards the flowers.

"It's a concubine."

Lin Xin'er looked at the hand that was restrained by Ximen Jingxuan's shoulder, it was this hand that pulled her to the inside of the cave back then, although she was very weak due to injury, it was just a simple gesture, but the important thing was that he had the heart to care for her.

"It looks like your body is recovering quickly, and it's fine." Ximen Jingxuan Road.

Lin Xin'er's skills were hidden before Ximen Jingxuan arrived, and without strong support, the pain behind her could not be contained, and her face inevitably turned pale.

"The concubine is in pain, she can't sleep, and she wants to go for a walk." Lin Xin'er looked at Ximen Jingxuan, looked at him deeply for the first time, and took all his faces into her eyes.

She's not hurting, it's heartache.

They looked at each other, but they couldn't tell him, they couldn't tell him the truth.

She is a person from Shuiyue Palace, a person who wants to snatch the imperial doctor in his hands, and a person he must guard against.

A Jianghu person and the prince of the dynasty, one is fighting for the other, she is the meticulous work that entered the Xuan Wangfu, what else can they say between them?

As soon as the words come out, the simple memory that exists in the bottom of their hearts can be destroyed.

When she takes the Imperial Doctor, when he knows her identity, who else will believe that her feelings for him are innocent?

Even if you are honest with everything now and tell him, will he believe in himself? How could you not think that this was another conspiracy of hers?

"It doesn't hurt when you walk?" How could Ximen Jingxuan understand Lin Xin'er's words, let go of his hand, and said impatiently, "Hurry back to the hut, this king has no time to pay attention to you now." ”

This woman is really dead, she was angry and silent before, but now she can't bear the loneliness and looks for herself regardless of her injuries.

"Yes." Lin Xin'er bowed slightly, turned around, and walked back, every step was weak, heartache, and pain......

"Wait!" Ximen Jingxuan called Lin Xin'er again.

Lin Xin'er stood suddenly, didn't look back, and secretly tightened the dagger hidden in her sleeve.

"The one who kidnapped you to the Wind and Snow Tower was the one who kidnapped you last time?" Ximen Jingxuan asked. After the bamboo forest hut failed to force her to interrogate, a series of things happened, and he didn't bother to interrogate her again, in fact, he had already grouped all the people into a group, thinking that it was all done by Shuiyue Palace, so he didn't rush to find Lin Xin'er again. Now that he met Lin Xin'er, he just casually confirmed.

"The concubine doesn't know if it's a group, but I know that the person is about forty years old and holds a jade flute." Lin Xin'er said.

This is the characteristic of the Demon Sound Messenger, and Ximen Jingxuan should be able to guess it.

"Voice Messenger?" Ximen Jingxuan really thought of this name.

Thinking of the attack on him by the killer demon sound on the night of poisoning, he thought that the killer demon sound was related to the Leng family, so he would attack him in time when his poisoned physical strength had not recovered, but this time the demon voice messenger seemed to be related to the Water Moon Palace......

Ximen Jingxuan ignored Lin Xin'er and staggered away alone, being tightly entangled by the question, contemplating and thinking, feeling that what was in front of him was a messy net, and he couldn't find a clear line for a while.

Prince's Mansion.

Simon Che also stayed up all night, his restless figure walking back and forth in the candlelight, the wind blowing from his clothes flickering and dancing on the candle flames.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, you have been walking back and forth for the night." Butler Zhao Zheng stood aside and said.

Zhao Zheng heard from the side concubines and concubines that the prince had kicked them all out and walked back and forth in the room alone, and seemed to have something troublesome, so he came to ask the housekeeper for help.

Thundered

The thunder kept ringing, and the rain finally poured down.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Simon Che was even more worried and smashed his fist on the edge of the window.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, why are you bothered?" Zhao Zhengdao, "Say it, and the little ones can also help you think of an idea." ”

"This prince wants Lin Xin'er, can you come up with an idea?" Simon Che finally couldn't help but whisper in his voice.

Zhao Zheng smashed a hammer on the top of his head, and looked at Ximen Che speechless for a long time.