Hearing that Ji Honggu was going to Guang'en Temple, Ge Yue was shocked: "Girl, aren't you going to see Yan Xie?" ”

"Yes, girl, it seems that now is not the time to see Yan Xie, the murderer who killed the red lotus and the murderer who killed you tonight have not yet been found, and the subordinates always feel that there is a force behind this that is pushing us, you can't miss something!" Wanyun was even more surprised.

When he left Chuzhou, that person said that he would have to wait for the opportunity, and when he planned well, Ji Honggu could see Yan Xie.

Now Ji Honggu is going to see Yan Xie, and if that person knows, he will definitely be angry!

The candles in the house were dim, Ji Honggu leaned on the soft couch, with a coat on her body, and the little white fox slept quietly on the side, she closed her eyes and said: "In the night of Guang'en Temple these days, it must be wonderful, I just went to watch the play!" ”

After saying this, she closed her eyes and her face was calm, and she murmured slowly: "Besides, I haven't seen them for so many years, I miss them so much!" ”

"Them?"

Ge Yue glanced at Wanyun and Yi Shui, and didn't know who they were that Ji Honggu was talking about?

Isn't it just Yan Xie?

And who else is he?

Thinking about it, Ji Honggu's heart was very clear, and Geyue still wanted to ask, but saw that Ji Honggu had already slept groggily on the soft couch, and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, a shadow, and an indescribable silence.

It hasn't been long since I came back, and I have experienced so many killing machines, and I think Ji Honggu is also a little tired!

Palace.

The cold wind and snow swept through the dilapidated windows of the remote cold palace, and the oil lamp inside shook violently a few times, and soon went out.

The sound of the sword entering the bones accompanied by the sound of the man's pain and hissing came out of the window, and when he arrived at the cold wind in front of the window, as if he was frightened, he turned a corner and roared away, not daring to enter this cold palace again.

In the silent and solemn night, the man's shrill voice was particularly chilling: "The Lord is merciful, he didn't kill you, you should be glad!" ”

This is the voice of a eunuch!

The man who didn't want to stab him immediately got up from the ground, and prostrate on the ground with gratitude, kowtowing and trembling in his voice: "Thank you Lord for your grace not to kill!"

Looking in from the tattered window paper, I vaguely saw that the same tattered curtain was swaying gently, and the snow light shone in, and in the blur, you could see the beauty couch in the curtain, and a woman lying sideways, she supported her head with one hand and put one hand on her body, curvy, graceful and graceful!

I can't see my eyebrows clearly, but that figure alone will make countless men flock to it!

The man had been lying on the ground for a long time, but the woman in the tent had not spoken, but she heard the sound of the cold wind pouring into the house, and the tent being blown to the sound of hunting.

The eunuch standing on the side was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

"What, you feel cold?"

Inside the tent, the woman finally opened her mouth slowly.

The voice was as soft as the breeze of the spring breeze, soft-spoken, quite good.

The trembling eunuch was so frightened that he didn't dare to move all of a sudden, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness: "Lord, the slave doesn't dare." ”

"Cold is cold, why don't you dare?"

The woman's words inside were crisp, and she didn't sound a little angry, and it always sounded a little tactful and gentle, with no edges and corners, "It's not strange that you think it's cold, the deity has lived here for almost ten years, and every winter, it's really cold here." ”