In the Changhuan Palace, Chen Jiaojiao stepped back in small steps until she hit the corner of the table.

The visitor was dressed in black, masked, and only a pair of eyes remained.

Swarthy stared at her.

The moment before she was ordered to extinguish the candle, she saw the wound in his abdomen, bleeding outward.

The sword was pointed at the tip of her nose, and she could only see the shiny sword through the moonlight.

Reflecting his timid self.

"Sit down."

He didn't seem to intend to hurt her, Chen Jiaojiao pushed away Xiao Yue, who wanted to block in front of her, and sat quietly in the chair.

The torches outside gradually illuminated the hall, surrounding the entire Changhuan Hall in the form of a circle.

Chen Jiaojiao had a guess, afraid that the assassin fled into the palace in a panic, and now wants to use her to escape.

At this point, she laughed that she could still be distracted and worry about him, he should be fine.

There was silence all around, and she could hear the breathing of the people around her.

There was some haste but it didn't look like it was scared and panicked, it looked like it was ready.

"I, I'm just a servant, it's useless for you to threaten me."

"Shut up."

The man's voice was hoarse and obscure, and the tip of the sword was closer to the tip of his nose, Chen Jiaojiao shrank down, not daring to say more.

It was noisy outside, but there was dead silence inside, as if they were confronting each other, and it was the outsiders who spoke first.

"Your Majesty is merciful, if you surrender now, spare you from death!"

It was the voice of fifteen, Chen Jiaojiao closed her eyes, and her heart was a little more stable.

"Kindness? Ridiculous, stand up. ”

The man scoffed, as if he had heard a funny joke.

But he was just talking to her, and he didn't deliberately amplify his voice, and people outside couldn't hear her.

He threatened with a sword, and Chen Jiaojiao had to stand up obediently.

The man took a bloody letter out of his bosom, wiped his hand clean on his body, and handed it to her in a smooth manner.

Like a treasure, you have to be careful.

The moment he put away his sword, Chen Jiaojiao wanted to escape from the road, and had to give up when he thought of Xiao Yue.

But he moved quickly, put away his long sword, and the short knife slipped out of his cuff. Firmly grasped and used against her lower back.

The clothes were light and thin, and the cold tip of the knife poked straight at her, and Chen Jiaojiao straightened her waist smartly.

"Go out and give this to him."

That's it? Then why didn't he just throw it on the ground in the palace, he would be picked up anyway.

Before I had time to think about it, I was pushed by the shoulder and pushed out of the door.

When she opened the door, Chen Jiaojiao knew who he was.

From a distance, she met Qi Yan's eyes.

Changhuan Hall is not big, but it is also the third largest hall in the palace, and this straight walkway connects the outside and the inside.

Now with two people in a row, he stood at the end.

The torches beside him stretched his figure, there was no frightening coldness, it was a familiar look that belonged to Ah Wu.

Calm, steady, emotions are always hidden, but reassuring existence.

I don't feel tears wet my eyes.

Seeing her crying, Qi Yan's indifferent expression was imperceptibly ruthless.

The knife was in his hand, but the assassin cunningly used her to block in front of him, and there was no chance at all.

Afraid of hurting her, he raised his hand and told everyone behind him to put away their weapons.

At the same time as seeing him, she also saw Rong Han beside him, hiding behind him like a kitten, with a worried and fearful face.

The assassin also saw her, paused and asked, "Are you Chen Jiaojiao?" ”

"I am."

"Go ahead."

Sounding like she was coming for her, Chen Jiaojiao frowned and walked forward obediently.

The letter in her hand trembled, and she bit her lower lip hard to make herself less afraid.

Unable to figure out what was going on behind her, she just threatened to walk over to him and give him the letter.

The intersecting gaze gave her some courage in the dark, and Chen Jiaojiao walked forward with small steps.

Until the distance between the two was just over an arm's length.

The assassin behind her stopped, the tip of the knife poking her in the back, "Stop! Put it on the ground. ”

was poked, Chen Jiaojiao paused violently, took a deep breath, squatted down and put the letter on the ground.

The person in front of her stretched out her hand, and she looked up blankly to meet his lowered gaze.

She had tear stains on her little face, a thin layer of water under her eyes, and her big eyes were helpless and timid, like abandoned kittens.

There was a little blood on her face, and she didn't think it would be hers.

Qi Yan pushed the tip of his tongue down the left side of his face, suppressed the irritability, his left hand clenched in the cuff, and his right hand reached out in front of her.

Watch as her little hand lifts up a little and puts the letter on the tip of his finger.

In the midst of the lightning, Chen Jiaojiao heard a loud noise behind her, and was just about to turn back, when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

It was dark in front of her, and she was blank for a long time before she knew that she was being hugged by him.

"Stupid, what's the use of me asking for that broken letter."

Reaching out to want her, she was good enough to give him the letter.

Qi Yan gritted his teeth and used some strength to knock the back of the head of the person in his arms.

She was a little shrunk in her arms, as if frightened. The long eyelashes blinked and brought up crystal teardrops.

He raised his head as if to determine who he was, and the traces of blood on his face were abrupt and glaring.

He reached out and rubbed his thumb away.

The strength was heavy, Chen Jiaojiao felt the pain before she came back to her senses and wanted to hide back.

He was clamped down on his waist with one hand and pulled back into his arms.

The blood stains were dry and difficult to remove, and he kneaded them back and forth fiercely, as if he would not stop until he reached his goal.

Chen Jiaojiao shrank her neck and carefully tugged at his cuffs.

His eyes were lowered, and he was extremely serious and focused, but his tense complexion clearly made people feel extremely restrained.

In his arms, she could hear his heart beating like a drum and his breathing soundly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

His dilated pupils focused on her face little by little, and he closed his eyes, as if he had just come back to his senses.

The face was also wiped clean, Chen Jiaojiao swallowed, and rubbed the sore places on her face.

The two of them froze, and He Shuming took a step forward, "Your Majesty, that person has already committed suicide by taking poison." ”

It turned out that the voice she heard just now was this, Chen Jiaojiao wanted to look back, but was turned back and pressed into her arms.

The ground was a mess, and I don't know what kind of poison it was, but it could make people bleed and convuls.

The blood flowed like a river and spread.

He Shuming picked up the letter and put it away first.

Rong Han, who was standing on the side, was even more pale, neither daring to look at the ground, nor willing to look at the two people hugging each other.

I only heard it before, I saw it with my own eyes, and rumors can only be rumors.

There is not a single rumor that can describe that just now, she stood closest to His Majesty, and clearly felt his panic and uncontrollable anger that was close to collapse.

In her impression, His Majesty is always calm, and everything is equal in his eyes.

No one was taller than the other, she thought she would be the highest peak, but she didn't even touch the ground.

"Chop it and cook it, and call Yan and Yu to eat."

The man's low and cold voice was mixed with the evening breeze, and Rong Han trembled.

Chen Jiaojiao was also taken aback, and she didn't know how this matter had anything to do with Wanyan and Yu.

Seeing He Shuming's not very good face, she hesitated again and again but whispered, "Your Majesty, do you want to ......... Forget it. ”

Qi Yan lowered his head, looked at her eyes that were a little worried, and suddenly wanted to dig it out.

Hidden in the temple, against him alone.

Rong Han turned her mind, she was a concubine, and she was more attentive than others since she was a child.

Chen Jiaojiao's honey pot is as big as her, how can she be as delicate as her, and she can guess at a glance what the man's displeasure is.

Covering his nose in fear, he pretended to speak inadvertently, "Why did this assassin run to the Changhuan Palace?" ”