A gust of cold wind blew, and Huan Ci couldn't help but shiver, as if he inadvertently moved his gaze away.

Once upon a time, she liked this man's eyes the most.

Those were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, sometimes tender, sometimes fierce, often staring at her itching.

It's a pity that the owner of this eye must hate her now.

After waiting for a long time, Huan Ci didn't hear any movement, and she thought that the man was still standing there.

But when she looked up, there was no one on the stairs, only the cold moonlight shining down, sprinkling the shadows of the eaves pillars on the ground.

The cold wind of winter is always not to be underestimated, and Huan Ci is still too light after all, and it didn't take long for him to faint.

Wei Liao waved his sleeves, glanced meaningfully at the woman lying on the ground, and raised his feet to the hall.

"Throw her out of the palace."

Zong Zhengyuan on the dragon bed touched the slippery and greasy skin of the palace concubine, and ordered Fu Shen, who was standing outside.

"Yes." Fu Shen replied and turned to walk out.

"Go get a doctor, don't let her die."

The Emperor's muffled voice came from behind him.

Soon after, on the dimly lit streets of the capital, a horse-drawn carriage drove smoothly.

"Third master, where are we going?"

"Go home."

"Huh? Take her with you? What if others knew about this? It's not that you don't know what the prince means. You're at this point—"

"Don't talk nonsense."

It's noisy!

Huan sighed dissatisfiedly, and the surroundings quieted down as she wished.

Where is this? Why is it shaking so badly?

When she opened her sleepy eyes, she realized that she was in an unfamiliar environment.

Fu Shen's delicate face appeared in front of her, and a pair of black obsidian eyes were staring at her coldly.

"Where is this?"

Huan Ci quickly got up and looked at the man in the car vigilantly.

"Get out."

Fu Shen's lips opened slightly, but he didn't talk to her.

The little guy in the car slipped out very interestingly and helped them close the door.

Huan Ci struggled to sit up.

"What are you going to do?" She glanced at the closed door, and the nervous voice signaled her nervousness.

"Nothing." Fu Shen said in a low voice.

"Let them stop, I'm going out."

"Yes, as long as you don't care how your people die."

"You-"

Huan was speechless for a while.

"I'll only give you one chance." Fu Shen bent down and whispered in her ear.

"You," Huan Ci pursed his lips angrily, "you declare a personal vendetta." ”

"Personal vendetta? What personal enmity do I have with the county lord? ”

Huan Ci rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of something else.

"What about the UAE? Where did the UAE go? ”

She tried to push the car door to see if the UAE was outside, but was stopped by someone behind her and hugged her.

"You," Huan Ci looked at the man who hugged her dumbfounded, "presumptuous! ”

However, the restraints behind her soon disappeared, and in an instant she sat firmly on the chair on her left.

Before he could recover from the shock, Huan Ci's breathing rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes were full of vigilance when he looked at the man.

"Where did you take the UAE?" She asked angrily.

"He appeared at the place where the murder occurred late at night, and the people from Dali Temple took him for questioning."

I see.

Huan Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was caught, she only sulked, and she didn't know when the UAE was taken away.

I don't know what time it was, but there was no movement around except for the sound of the carriage moving.

Originally, it was not complete, but now that the wind was blowing again, Huan Ci leaned weakly in the carriage, staring directly at the man in front of him.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Go to my house."

"What are you going to do?" Huan Ci swallowed his saliva, his eyes were very vigilant.

Fu Shen snorted lightly and glanced at her mockingly.

"What are you humming?" Huan Ci asked angrily.

"What's the matter with the wound on your shoulder?" Fu Shen suddenly asked.

"Humph! The thief shouted to catch the thief. Huan Ci turned his head to look away.

"If the county lord doesn't want to find out the truth, Fu can let them stop now."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that this matter has nothing to do with Zong Zhengyuan? Huan Ci looked at him suspiciously.

"The county lord is cautious." Fu Shen said coldly.

"You-" Huan Ci wanted to taunt him, but he was afraid of angering him, so he had to pick up something else to ask.

"What are you taking me to your house for?"

"The county lord appeared in Kihara late at night, and His Majesty ordered me to investigate the matter thoroughly."

"He doubts me?"

"Dali Temple only looks at the evidence." Fu Shen Zhengzhi said.

Huan Ci pouted.

What a blatant personal vendetta.

Their personal vendetta happened on an autumn day three years ago.

On that day, she made an appointment with Fu Shen to meet on the grassland.

"Amer, I came to you today to tell you that the two of us will never meet again from now on."

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Fu Shen's smile froze on his face.

"I'm getting married, and Li Jinxiu." Huan Ci didn't dare to look at him, and turned his head to look at the target in the distance.

The man was silent for a long time, and then suddenly chuckled: "Who do you think of me?" ”

"This kind of thing is about your affection and my willingness. Now I'm reluctant, we'll break it off later. Huan Ci said coldly.

"Reluctantly? So why did you last night? ”

"No, I just want to have fun."

"The Li family in Jinyang is a famous family with an extremely strict family style, will they allow people like you to enter the door?" Fu Shen's deep voice was full of mockery.

"Brute!" Huan Ci's anger rose suddenly, and he raised his hand and gave him a slap, "Fu Xuanmo, what are you?" What am I doing, and where is it my turn to take you to beak? ”

A long-ago memory suddenly struck, and Huan Ci hung his head in annoyance.

This is the capital, not a state where she is powerful. Fu Shen is not a good person, and now that he has fallen into his hands, isn't it more auspicious?

The carriage came to a halt abruptly, interrupted by a sound from outside.

"Third master, it's here." The little guy who was kicked out pushed open the door and looked at Huan Ci who had changed seats in surprise.

"Let her in." Fu Shen gave him a command, and then quickly got out of the carriage.

"I don't want it." Huan Ci stared at the little guy with a reluctant expression.

The little guy didn't say anything, just waited silently.

Huan Ci was in a stalemate with him for a while, and finally helped him out of the carriage.

But the cold environment around her immediately made her heart alarmed.

Fu Shen actually took her to the back door.

After walking for a while, Huan Ci was taken to a three-room room, where Fu Shen was sitting behind the table and playing with the dagger in his hand.

"You, you, what are you going to do?" Huan Ci stammered.

"Come here."

Huan Ci's heart beat like a drum.

She is a county lord anyway, and now she is still an important hostage in the hands of Zong Zhengyuan, so Fu Shen should not do anything stupid.

"What's wrong?" She slowly moved to the table.

"Smack-"

The man suddenly slammed the dagger on the table.