"Hatsuhibiscus?" The man in white in the sea of flowers beckoned to her, a sunny smile on the corner of his mouth, and a light wave at the corner of his eyes.

Hearing the call in the distance, she looked up in surprise, and it took a while to react, and then she lifted her skirt and ran towards the person opposite, and plunged into the warm embrace with the smell of green bamboo, her heart was filled with a thick sweetness, like a marshmallow, full of swelling, and with indescribable happiness.

"Rong Xue, this is a sea of happy flowers, I think ......" She raised her head, her eyes were curved into a crescent moon, bright and blind, but before she finished speaking, her cheeks instantly stiffened, and her lips trembled violently.

The dark eyes reflected the man's hard and fierce face, and a pair of angry eyes shot straight at her, coldly shooting into the bottom of his heart, with a murderous aura.

"Rong Xue ......" Her pale lips trembled, tears gradually overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and Mu Chujin knelt on the ground weakly, unable to get up again.

The sea of flowers beneath him no longer exists, but the blood-stained land, like the Manju Sawa blooming in hell.

Enchanting and cruel.

On the ground, the shiny blade of the sword was still slowly dripping with blood.

The surroundings darkened for a moment, with a terrifying coldness, Mu Chujin felt the soles of his feet cold to the bone, accompanied by severe colic pain in his abdomen, as if he had been run over by a wheel, and even his chest hurt.

"Rong Xue—"

She hurriedly looked up and shouted loudly, only to see the gray and black sky, and there was nothing around her.

In the sea of flowers, the long and majestic figure has long disappeared......

When Mu Chujin woke up, he was awakened by the thunder, the windows in the pavilion were blown open by the howling wind outside, and in the night, the shining pupils stared at the open and closed window lattices in a daze, and his mind was blank.

Su Bai's hand covered her chest, her heart was filled with inexplicable panic, empty, as if it was a cold stone, stiff and had no feeling, just empty, endless emptiness, as if it was a bottomless pit, suddenly rushed away, pouring cold and biting wind into it, no matter how she filled it, she couldn't pretend to be dissatisfied, as if something was suddenly broken, completely broken, and broken.

Mu Chujin grabbed his neckline and wiped his sweat, his body still trembling uncontrollably. Then, as if she realized something, she lifted the lotus-colored belly pocket on her body, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and the blood-red lotus on her chest glowed with golden light, looking even more weird and enchanting. Suddenly, Mu Chujian's eyes were red.

After being stunned for a while, Mu Chujin put down his belly pocket in surprise, his face was pale and bloodless, and his rhinestone eyes were unusually bright in the night. Mu Ran rolled his eyes, looking at the night with the wind roaring outside the window, Mu Chujin grabbed the clothes on the bed frame, quickly put on his shoes, and rushed outside.

The shadows of the trees shook violently on the ground, like the black feathers of a crow. Mu Chujin grabbed his thin clothes and went straight to the snow garden.

Looking at the closed doors and windows opposite, Mu Chujin's heart quieted down a little, and he was less uneasy and panicked when he came. The wind was blowing fiercely, and the leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard were rustling in the wind.

Mu Chujin felt that she must be like a female ghost now, with her hair scattered, her teeth and claws blown by the wind, and she was loosely wearing a gray white dress, pulling cloth shoes, as terrifying as she was.

Go see him in the same sloppy way he is now, no!

Shaking her head in denial, she wanted to go back immediately, blaming the damn dream.

Mu Chujin tightened the shirt on his body, looked at the light flashing in the dark night sky, and strengthened his determination to go back.

Because there was a huge storm coming soon, she didn't want to be drenched.

As soon as the front foot was raised, Mu Chujin was about to turn around, but he was stopped by the sudden light, and the hazy candle shadow flickering in the opposite room, cast on the white window paper, dark and unknown.

Why hasn't he slept yet?

Mu Chujin looked at the dark night as thick as ink, and his eyes were full of confusion.

It's about ugly time, that is, around two o'clock in the morning, which is the sweetest time for people to sleep.

Thinking of this, Mu Chujin put away his steps and walked towards Tingyu Pavilion.

The carved wooden door with vermilion lacquer, under the dazzling lightning split, appeared staggered light and shadow similar to a sword, which instantly illuminated Mu Chujian's eyes.

Mu Chujin did not deliberately retract his footsteps, but amplified the footsteps, perhaps muffled by lightning and thunder, and did not attract the attention of the people in the house.

At this moment, there was a slight noise in the room, as if it was the sound of knocking something over.

Mu Chujin listened attentively, and the heavy gasping sound came along the thin window paper, vaguely mixed with the bewitching panting of the woman.

The figure lying by the window froze, Mu Chujin thought that she was hallucinating, rubbed her ears, and then crouched by the window again, the clear voice mixed with the coquettishness of the woman's flirting lingered in Mu Chujian's ears like silk, and she couldn't wave it, and her face turned pale in an instant.

In the angry wind, Mu Chujian's body trembled like chaff, like duckweed without support, she raised her hand to support the wall, and her right hand tightly covered the choked sobs that were about to sob.

The corners of his eyes were red with pain, but he didn't shed a single tear, but his heart seemed to be torn open by life, revealing a big hole with his own bloody wound inside.

For what?

When I thought you liked or loved me, there were other women around you.

Are you just joking with my feelings?

If I didn't have the royal title of princess, wouldn't you throw me mercilessly?

Hold your chest tightly, as if this will make up for the gap in the torn heart.

The plain white hand clung to the wall, leaving a few deep scratches, like a hideous crawling centipede.

What do you think of me in your heart?

With a twinkle in her eyes, Mu Chujin straightened up, clenched her fists, she took a deep breath, calmed down, walked to the door expressionlessly, and stopped.

She wants to ask face to face, just take the humiliation on herself, it doesn't matter what, she wants to ask clearly, she doesn't want them to have fun in it, and she licks her wounds here alone.

Knock Knock Knock –

The crisp knock on the door can be heard clearly even on a windy night.

As if hearing movement, the woman's gasping in the room gradually subsided, and the man's gasping gradually decreased.

The room was quiet for a while, and then there was a sound of knocking over things, probably because the people in the house had gotten out of bed, but the lights were so bright, how could they still knock things over?

Then there was the sound of dressing, although there were people standing outside the door, but the people dressed inside were still unhurried, slow and orderly, it seemed to be very elegant, who else in the world except that man was so calm?

She will always remember the moment she woke up in Qimeng Pavilion, accompanied by her terrifying screams, the naked man was still calmly dressed in clothes, unhurried, and calm.