That night, Shan Yunxin once again turned into You Tingrong's yard in the dark, put down the wild boar that was resisting, and made a dull sound that made him subconsciously look in the direction of You Tingrong's house.

The panes of the night, which were not clear in color, were pitch black, and did not alarm the people in the house.

Just as Shan Yunxin leaned over and frowned and patted the hem that was sticking to the dust because of the dust splashed by the wild boar when it landed, there was a sound of throat clearing from behind him, it was You Tingrong's voice.

With a light brushing sound, a firefly candle lit up under the eaves, illuminating You Tingrong's soft silhouette and not very soft cold face.

However, Shan Yunxin is obviously not surprised by her cold face, leaving the capital, this emperor who has said nothing and turned his hands into clouds and hands for rain is obviously gone

"After being reborn, the favorite concubine doesn't want to enter the palace" Fan Wai 1: 14, my daughter-in-law's firewood, I will split it is hitting it with my hand, please wait a while,

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