The twilight gradually condensed into purple, and the lonely wind passed outside the hall, and the shadow of Qingcheng was condensed alone on the huge floor tiles, and was blown to pieces by the flickering candle flames. The night wind blew through the hall, and an unforgettable echo sounded, as if someone was repeating that sentence in her ear, over and over again, and for a long time—

married as husband and wife, love is not doubtful. Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

Although fate played tricks on her again and again, it finally gave her a grace, allowing her to meet Chu Li once and let him soothe her wounded heart. Although the time they spent together was only three years, it was her most precious memory, enough for her to reminisce for a lifetime.

After that, even if she was forced to remarry anyone, in her heart, she had only married him.

Tears burst out of her eyes in an instant, not giving her a chance to hold back. Qingcheng didn't know how long he knelt on the ground and cried for a long time, before he finally sobbed and wiped away his tears and wanted to leave.

However, on the white floor tiles in front of her, in addition to her withered and single figure, I don't know when, there was already a shadow of a person......

This made Qingcheng suddenly think of the night at the post station, the person who was secretly watching her. This time, she was shrewd, lest she overreact and run away from him, so she decided not to move. She stared silently at the shadow on the ground, pretending to sob and wipe away her tears, and after a while, she turned around sharply to look over: "Who?" ”

The man in black obviously didn't expect her to turn around suddenly, and ran out of the hall without saying a word. Qingcheng only felt a flash of silver light in front of her, she subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, the man in black had already rushed out of the hall.

Qingcheng smelled the familiar medicinal fragrance wafting in the air, which was the same smell that he had smelled on the night of the post station. Her mind was hot, and she followed it without thinking, but the black-clothed man's legs and feet were too fast, and there was no one outside the hall.

Qingcheng tried his best to calm himself, gently sniffing the residual medicinal fragrance, and slowly following the smell. It's a pity that the night breeze is fluttering, and the breath is quickly diluted, and there is no trace of it.

She couldn't help but raise her eyes and look around, and saw that there seemed to be a figure flashing by on the three-story main hall pavilion, jumping in the direction of the drum tower to the north. She didn't do well in her light work, so she had to stare intently at the black shadow, carrying her robe and hurriedly chasing it all the way.

Finally, the black shadow rose on the eaves a few times, from the drum tower to the bell tower to the Yuanjun Palace, and finally jumped into the Zixia Garden, never to be seen again.

And Zixia Garden is her residence.

Qingcheng slowly calmed down and walked into the Zixia Garden. This used to be the residence of Princess Zhenyu, and now that she has entered the Xuanji Palace, she naturally lives here. She likes to be pure, and she is the respect of a princess, so she is the only one living alone in Zixia Garden, and she is not worried about being disturbed by outsiders.

This garden is full of towering ancient trees, which is enough for the man in black to hide and rest, so that Qingcheng has nowhere to look. However, after two chance encounters, Qingcheng can be sure that the man in black has no ill intentions towards her. In this way, she also strengthened her courage and stood silently in the garden.

The smell of medicinal fragrance wafted over again, Qingcheng sniffed, and subconsciously continued to trace the source of the smell, and finally, his footsteps stopped in front of her room.

"Why don't you show up since you have made two night visits?" She asked first into the void.

The night wind was blowing, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and no one answered.

Qingcheng folded his clothes and decided to get straight to the point: "Your Excellency is from Chu?" Or, to dig into it in more detail, is it the Chu Sect? ”

There was still no response from all around.

Qingcheng sighed, slowly pushed open the door of his house, and sat down in front of the desk. She didn't know where the man in black was hiding, but the scent of medicine in the air convinced her that he was nearby, and was watching her and listening to her.

Qingcheng didn't light the lamp, put his hands on the desk, pursed his lips and thought for a moment, and finally whispered his speculation: "Is it Chu Li's brother Chu Heng?" ”

The voice came out for a long time, and there was no response in the room. Qingcheng didn't ask anymore, and sat quietly in the night, waiting for the other party to admit or deny.

After a long time, a little orange spark suddenly lit up in the room, and a tall man in black walked out of nowhere, walked to the desk with a fire fold in his hand, and lit up the two oil lamps one by one.