Baza Hei observing from the sidelines: "......"

Plain sleeves: "......"

The scene fell into dead silence for a while.

Ding Bao didn't know it, no matter what Su Sleeve's already tense arm was, he was still holding her hand with teary eyes.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you, sister?"

"Mother, slave, don't dare."

Su Sleeve's voice was mixed with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

When Ding Bao heard this, he raised his hand and gently patted the back of her delicate hand.

"There will be no mothers here in the future, only Ding Bao, come, call sister."

“……”

Su Sleeve lowered his head, and a trace of murderous intent and anger flashed under his dark eyes.

Ding Bao felt a cold swish behind her, and looked at Su Sleeve's white and tender little face, she smiled.

"What's wrong? Don't dislike this palace? ”

"Slaves don't dare."

"Then shout."

Su Sleeve's low-hanging face was a little dark, and after a long time, a voice sounded without the slightest ripple.

"Sister."

"Hey!"

Ding Baoxiao's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and as soon as Su Sleeve raised his head, he saw the bright light in her eyes, and for a moment, it was like a twinkling star.

What kind of tricks is this woman playing?

Taking advantage of Ding Bao's nap, Su Sleeve walked all the way along the long and narrow corridor of the imperial mausoleum, and finally stopped somewhere in the depths of the corridor, stretched out his hand and gently pressed it somewhere on the wall.

"Click......"

In the middle of the wall, a crack opened.

The gap slowly opened, revealing a passage leading to the top.

Su sleeves walked in, slowly walked up along the passage, as the light above her head shrouded her little by little, half-light and half-dark, the woman's slender and short figure was slowly rising higher, the thin shoulders became strong and broad, the slender waist slowly became thin, and the two slender straight and powerful steps forward.

Su Sleeve became Cen Yao.

This passage, directly from the imperial tomb, led to the palace where he lived.

"Lord Overseer, the King of Liao asks to see you."

"Let him wait."

The man walked on, single-handedly removing the taut woman's skirt, and when he reached the bedroom, he casually draped the black brocade robe hanging on the porch.

"Prepare water."

The attendants had already memorized the habits of the Overseer, and poured the hot water they had prepared in advance into the tub, and no one was to disturb him during the Overseer's bath.

This time, Cen Yao stayed inside for an unusually long time.

When he came out again, the black hair of the man's shawl had a little moisture, and the black robe added to his body made his skin more and more cold and white like jade.

King Liao waited outside for half an hour, and the second cup of hot tea was almost finished, and Cen Yao appeared.

"Yo, what's wrong with your hand? Injured? ”

King Liao saw Cen Yao's reddened hands at a glance, who made his skin fair and slightly red, it was particularly conspicuous.

Cen Yao ignored him, sat down slowly, and didn't raise his head.

"Someone found?"

King Liao nodded.

"I found it, I am in the middle capital city, then Jiang Chong is cautious and careful, in case the grass startles the snake, my people immediately passed the news up, what do you think?"

Cen Yao raised his eyes and looked at him lightly.

"Zhongdu ......"

He thought about it.

Concubine Zhuang's maiden home, the middle capital.

"That river carp is really cunning, he changes his face when he changes places, and no one around him follows, he is really like a cunning silver carp, which is very difficult."

The King of Liao muttered, but when he saw that the Overseer had not answered, he hurriedly looked at it, and saw that the Overseer was lowering his head, with thick eyelashes, and he couldn't see the appearance in his eyes at all.