Hua Rongzhan stared at her expressionlessly, "Kneel." ”

Jing'er was stunned, but she still knelt down at his feet very obediently, but her tears couldn't stop falling, looking very pitiful.

However, Hua Rongzhan had no sympathy on his face: "Let me ask you, that day in the Peach Blossom Mountain, you humiliated Mu Mu with a silver ticket?" Who gave you the guts?! ”

Jing'er's eyes flashed with dark light, but in an instant, she showed a pitiful expression again, looking up at her tear-stained little face, and said softly: "The slave is just not worth it for the son!" Niangniang, she is hard-hearted, and she is not worth the son's dedication at all! ”

As he spoke, he cried more and more violently.

Hua Rongzhan looked at her face, under the light, this crying face and Wen admiration's face merged into one, looking so much like ......

He sighed lightly, personally helped her up, took her into his arms, and coaxed her: "I'm just asking you two words, why are you crying like this?" It's plain and distressing. ”

Jing'er leaned in his arms, her cheeks flushed, and she bowed her head shyly and said nothing.

Hua Rongzhan was about to let go of her hand, but she suddenly hooked his neck, and her tearful eyes were full of admiration: "Childe, the slave and the maid are born with two similarities, if the son does not dislike it, the slave and the maid ...... The slave and maid are willing to serve the child. ”

As he spoke, his other hand rubbed Hua Rongzhan's chest, cautious and reverent, revealing a bit of seduction.

Hua Rongzhan held her wrist that was touching randomly, and her eyes were deep: "Do you know, what are you talking about?" ”

"The slave knows......" she lowered her eyes, and her cheeks turned redder.

Hua Rongzhan stared at her quietly, his eyes complicated.

Jing'er suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling, trying to kiss him on the lips.

Hua Rongzhan remained motionless.

When the mirror was about to touch the thin lips, she suddenly paused, and scenes flashed in her mind.

In the restaurant, when she was slighted by Xiahou Zhan, it was the man in front of her who saved her.

When Xiahou Zhan asked Wen Qianmu to compensate her, it was the man in front of him who stopped him and announced loudly, saying that she was his concubine.

Although in Huafu, she is doing the work of serving people, but the son treats her very well.

That kind of goodness is a kind of respect, unlike her former master, who has never been just an order, and has never treated her as a person.

She thought, staring hesitantly at the other's thin lips, unable to take a step closer.

Hua Rongzhan stretched out his hand and lifted her chin, there was no expression on her bewitching face: "Why didn't you continue to kiss?" ”

Jing'er met his peach blossom eyes that saw everything, and the whole person froze.

Did he get it?

Did he know she was a spy?

In the long silence, Hua Rongzhan pushed her away, leaned on the soft couch by herself, put her hands behind her head, and closed her eyes: "You go." ”

Jing'er looked at him blankly: "Childe? ”

"I won't kill you, but I don't want to see you again."

Jing'er cried a lot: "Childe, it's not what you think!" I, I didn't ......"

"Do you know why I liked Mu Mu in the first place?"

Jing'er's crying stopped, and Hua Rongzhan's voice was cold: "Because she was the cleanest girl I have ever seen." Not to mention whether your face is disguised or not, even if you are born exactly like her, you are not her. I know that. ”

Although he often played with King Jinning, he was never a person who indulged in wine.

His mind is clearer than anyone else's.

Jing'er knew that once she stepped out of this tent, she and him would have a hostile relationship, so she didn't make a move.

She cried for a long time, and finally knelt down in front of Hua Rongzhan with a plop: "Slaves and maids have been cultivated as secret guards since they were sensible, and no one treats slaves and maids as human beings. It was the son who let the slave know what love and respect were. The slave maid has never betrayed the son, let alone killed the son, begging the son to take in the slave and the maid! ”

Tears fell to the ground one by one, and she looked extremely pitiful.

However, Hua Rongzhan didn't even open his eyes: "If you had never sowed discord between me and Mu Mu, maybe I would have kept you by my side, but you did it...... You betrayed Chu Yunjian, betrayed Mu Mu, and betrayed me. I don't need one, two or three times traitors. ”

"But I'm all for you, Childe, everything I do is for you......"

Jing'er cried so much that she told a lot of love for him, and seeing that he was completely unmoved, she finally stood up and walked out in despair.

She knew that if she went out of this door, it would be equivalent to not completing the task assigned by the emperor, and what was waiting for her at that time would still be a dead end.

She held the curtain tightly in her hand, hesitated for a long time, and looked back at the man on the soft couch, his long black hair spread on the pillow, his gorgeous fiery red robe hanging to the ground, his slender posture, and his side face bewitching.

She imprinted this appearance deeply in her heart, and walked out of the tent with a dull face.

She didn't dare to go back to Chu Yunjian's big tent to resume her life, wandering around alone, and before she knew it, she approached Shen Miaoyan's tent again.

There was a constant sound of fighting inside, she quietly picked up the corner of the door curtain, stared at Han Tangzhi, and vaguely remembered that this man seemed to be Jun Tianlan's person, and he was quite jealous of the emperor.

And looking at this posture, it seems that Xiahou Zhan can't hold it for long.

Her eyes moved slightly, if she could kill Han Tangzhi with Xiahou Zhan, would it be considered to atone for her crimes?

The thought came to her, and she stepped into the tent unbelievingly.

Shen Miaoyan looked at her, only to see two daggers slipping out of her sleeves, and she flew up and pounced on Han Tangzhi.

"Be careful!"

Shen Miaoyan shouted, Han Tang was one against two, and he didn't fall behind at all.

His figure was as fast as a butterfly shuttling in the wind, and the sword in his hand seemed extraordinarily light, as if it had been specially made for him.

Xiahou Zhan and Jing'er retreated at the same time, and he glanced at her, "Who are you?!" ”

"The Emperor's Man." The mirror didn't even look at him.

Under the candle flame, Shen Miaoyan saw Jing'er's lips glowing abnormally purple, and remembered Gu Qinyuan's plan in the imperial study, and her heart moved slightly.

Han Tangzhi fluttered down in front of her, and heard her whisper behind her: "Keep your mouth alive." ”

He bowed slightly, and his cynical eyes suddenly changed when he touched the two opposites.

This change was clearly seen by the two of them, and Xiahou Zhan's heart sank, such a gaze, he had seen it in his brother's eyes.

It was the eyes of a killer, the eyes of a peerless killer.

A wisp of night wind blew out the lights in the tent.

Xiahou Zhan held the handle of the knife tightly, his palms were dripping with fine sweat, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Jing'er or himself: "Be careful." ”

Jing'er's face was tense in the darkness, and before her eyes could adjust to the sudden darkness, she could only try to maximize her auditory senses, refusing to miss any movement.

The wind is blowing.

"Be careful!"

Xiahou Zhan yelled.

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