Mu Chujin was also attracted by the excitement in front of him, and unconsciously leaned forward, and there was a big man standing one step away from him, wearing a short undershirt, trouser legs rolled up to his knees, and holding a torch in his hand.

When a bright flame passed through her eyes, Mu Chujin was really startled, and she took a step back in disbelief, but it was still too late, and she seemed to smell her own burning hair.

She looked ahead in a daze, her pupils were not focused, and fragmented light and shadow instantly attacked her mind, blue light burst like fireworks, a cold and bewitching woman in red, and a provocative expression......

"Childe, you're fine." The man looked apologetically at the frightened masked boy, and when he saw that Mu Chujin didn't react, he thought he was frightened, and apologized vigorously.

After being stunned for two seconds, Mu Chujin waved his hand at the man: "I have nothing to do, you continue." ”

Mu Chujin turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and there were enthusiastic cheers from behind him from time to time, but Mu Chujin suddenly couldn't listen to anything, and he had long lost his interest.

Baihualou, the most famous fireworks place in the imperial capital, the annual Oiran election is none other than Zhou Yudie. Zhou Yudie holds the title of the first Oiran in the imperial capital, and has long become the object of competition among princes and nobles. However, no matter how much money her son's buddies pay, she doesn't sell her body, she just accompanies the guests to play small songs and drink in her spare time, but the fraction she earns is enough for ordinary people to eat for several years.

Based on this alone, Zhou Yudie's identity is not as simple as it seems.

How could such a famous character have anything to do with Feng Rongxue? She didn't forget Zhou Yudie's soft call of "lord". Thinking about it now, Mu Chujian's heart is still sour.

The autumn rain is continuous, and the cold air is mixed with a faint smell of herbs.

Inside the luxurious courtyard, there is silence.

Occasionally, the mournful chirping of birds flashed in the air, coming and going.

The light white clothes bulged in the air, like a butterfly about to fly. The road under your feet is paved with pebbles of different colors, and it is uneven to step on, just like the road that life has walked, and there is no smooth sailing.

The long black hair hung down at the waist, and the autumn breeze blew, with a slight coolness, brushing the too pale face, and the originally bright eyes became dull in an instant when they saw the mottled blood stains left on the ground.

His eyes were like stagnant water, and there was no more white mist in front of him.

She walked in vigilantly, and walked into the hall of the princess's mansion, and the words "Qimingxuan" flickered in front of her eyes, as if announcing the arrival of the truth.

"You! How can you do that! How can you kill them all! ”

A terrible cry came from the hall, with a heart-rending pain, and the speaker seemed to be very angry and suppressed, and sobbed in pain from his throat.

A delicate white shadow stepped into the hall, looking at the bloody picture in front of her, the graceful and noble girl knelt on the ground, her expression was painful, under her knees were dead men, the blood on the ground flowed out like a fountain of the wounds of the deceased, and instantly stained the placket of the person's clothes.

"The cause of your sowing should bear such a fruit!"

In the hall, a cold voice suddenly sounded, as if it was soaked in an ice cellar, the cold was biting, and the autumn wind blew, rolling up the corner of the jet-black robe, with a cold arc.