Seeing that outside the window layers of eaves, there was already a slight green glow, Jiao Zuofang rubbed his sour and swollen eyes, got up and left.

He had residences inside and outside the palace, and because he had to serve the young emperor at any time, Ping Suri lived in the matching room in the apse most of the time.

When you come back at this point, you will be able to sleep for half an hour, get up and change your clothes, and then you have to go to serve Your Majesty and get up.

The room was quiet, the candle flame had been extinguished, but by the glimmer of blue sky in the distance, I could barely see.

Jiao Zuo's footsteps paused, and then turned around and closed the door.

He didn't light the lamp, and walked slowly inward. His eyes swept slightly over the low couch outside, but he didn't see the eunuch waiting for him.

As a eunuch, others take care of his own food, clothing and daily life. That little eunuch was personally selected by him, cautious and diligent, and would never sneak out without sleeping at night.

He quietly opened the curtain of the inner room slightly, and saw a person lying faintly on the big yellow rosewood bed inside.

Luo Qianhuai didn't know what he slept on.

After throwing out Mo Gongzi, the system took advantage of the fact that everyone rushed to the front, went around to the apse, jumped into this room from the window, and stunned a stunned eunuch.

After that, the system turned off the power and left her alone in the house.

Luo Qianhuai already has experience, and the longer the system lasts every time, the more tired she will feel after returning.

Just like this time, the system first rushed into the Tingwei Mansion, treated Mo Gongzi's injuries, and then led people to break through the siege and enter the palace, which is considered to be an extraordinary performance compared to the past.

So after the soul returned to the body, she was simply weak, and even after taking a few steps, the muscles in her legs would spasm and tremble.

With the last bit of strength, she found Gong Xuan, who tied the bed curtain, tied the little eunuch and gagged it, pushed it into the cabinet containing clothes, blew out the lights and candles in the room, and then hid on the bed, listening to all kinds of noises outside in fear.

The sound of banging on the door, scolding, and crying is endless, from far and near.

Luo Qianhuai could probably guess that it was Jin Wuwei, who was guarding the palace, searching for assassins everywhere in the palace.

This room is not small, but there are too few places to hide people. Apart from the wardrobe, there was only one bed left.

The bed is very low, and there is no hiding person underneath. Luo Qianhuai hugged his body and curled up on the bed, waiting for the final judgment.

I don't know why, what she was worried about at this time was not herself, but Mo Gongzi, who had just been thrown out by the system.

He was already so seriously injured that he couldn't hold on for long even if he left it alone, not to mention that he fell into the hands of that group of wolf-like Jin Wuwei.

According to what Wei Cang said before, the little emperor didn't have a good impression of him, and he appeared in the palace under this situation tonight, maybe he would have been killed by them after a while.

He was also one of the Assassins, and the swords could pierce his chest and back without asking for instructions. Or, the corpses are separated, and there are no whole corpses dead.

This is not the film and television city of the previous life, and the weapons held by the Jin Wuwei are not props, but murder weapons that have really opened the blade and can kill people and see blood.

Realizing this, her heart ached fiercely, and an unspeakable sour pain suddenly struck from all directions, making her almost unable to breathe.

The man with such a peerless appearance, as bright as the moon in the sky and the snow in the cliffs, is just a flesh and blood body, and one day his flesh and bones will turn into mud and decay with the grass and trees.

After today, she should never see him again, and she will not be able to hear the sound of Qingyue hitting each other.

In other words, when she was still in the Secret Valley, if she got this news, she would probably smile indifferently and praise coldly.

But now she only felt that the five tastes were mixed, a completely indescribable taste, which slowly turned into a faint pain in her heart.

It's not that the heart is like a knife, and there is no pain, it's just that a heart seems to be pinched by someone's hand, and it is completely uncontrollable. Panicked, stuffy.

The searchers had already arrived nearby, and the torches clearly reflected the shadows of the sergeants holding swords on the plain silk covered by the window.

They rushed into the next room, rummaged through the cabinets, and rushed out quickly.

Finally, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by the sergeant's shouting: "Ordered to search for the assassins, the people inside hurry out!" ”

Of course, it is impossible for the genuine assassin Luo Qianhuai to take the initiative to go out. In fact, at this very moment, her heart suddenly became relieved.

She knew that she would also die, and she would be with Mo Gongzi.

This was not an option she would have taken the initiative to do, but if this result was inevitable, then she could only accept it calmly.

It is regarded as a way to write a common ending for the chaotic and tangled fates between each other since the crossing.

Not the best outcome, but not the worst either.

But when she was mentally prepared, the knocking on the door stopped.

Someone said in a thin voice: "This is Jiao Lingjian's residence, and his old man is still driving in the front hall." ”

Jin Wuwei, who had slapped the door earlier, paused: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" Let's go, go to the next place! ”

The boots sounded, and the people outside the door left without a hitch. From the beginning to the end, no one stepped in half a step.

Once the heart of the mention was relaxed, Luo Qianhuai only felt that his whole body was weak, and he soon did not wake up.

When she opened her eyes again, she didn't realize where she was, but through the still dim skylight, she saw the man standing in front of the window.

He stood against the light, wearing a black crown of gauze on his head and a dark blue robe, but because of the dim light, he could not see the pattern clearly.

Luo Qianhuai suddenly remembered all the things last night, and fought a cold war fiercely.

Oh no, she's been discovered!

She immediately pushed the quilt away, crawled to her feet, and checked her clothes and mask along the way.

The body was still in the same night suit, and the buttons and belt were firmly fastened. The mask is the same, still tightly attached to the face, and it doesn't seem to have been removed.

She looked at the man in front of the window vigilantly, only to find that the hair tied up at the back of the other party's head was already pale and white.

This man is not young. And knowing that her origin is unknown, but she still stands here for a long time, and does not call Jin Wuwei to come and arrest people, if it is not for the courage of the artist, it is another plan.

Somehow one of the shoes had fallen off in her sleep, and she hurriedly picked them up and put them on, and when she stood up again, the man had already turned around, revealing a face that was fifty years old.

The face was indeed quite old, but the eyebrows were straight and the nose was straight, and the eyes were bright, and it looked outstanding, with a hint of déjà vu.

Luo Qianhuai's memory is good, and he has already remembered the identity of this person in a blink of an eye.