Qing Heng stared at the rank pool from a distance - in order to avoid being exposed, he couldn't follow too closely, and naturally he couldn't hear the conversation between the two of them.

He had been staring at her for two days, and only now did he see her come out of the room.

On that day, under the orders of His Royal Highness, Qing Heng took her portrait and showed it to the shadow guards, so he immediately went to re-check her identity.

There was no doubt about her identity, but his instincts told him all the time that this person could not be kept. That's why he stayed here himself—but for two days, he didn't see any flaws.

Even the veil that His Highness had specially ordered that he had marked, when she entered and exited Beiyuan, she wore it on her face properly.

If he wanted to kill her, he actually had a thousand ways.

But he can't make his own claims.

It wasn't that he didn't ask His Highness that day, he asked "kill or stay", and His Highness only replied with one word: "Yes." ”

He couldn't figure it out. Is this "may" killable or retained?

The meaning of "can be killed" may not be killed, and the meaning of "can stay" may be killed-it is not certain, in case His Royal Highness does not want to kill her on the one hand, and on the other hand, because of her identity, she can't say it too directly, so she finally understated the sentence "can stay".

But death cannot be resurrected.

So Qing Heng didn't do it in the end.

Soon, on the night of the first century, he regretted it when he saw the prince come out of the room with the woman on his bleeding left shoulder.

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Chapter 21

◎The pulse of his fingertips and the one on the side of her neck are mixed together, rising and falling at the same time. ◎

At the palace banquet on Chinese New Year's Eve in the twenty-second year, the saint specially exempted Prince Ning Xun from being grounded in order to seek a good omen of reunion.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, when thousands of families were saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, Ning Xun finally stepped out of the East Palace and looked up at the sky outside the East Palace.

It's a pity that the outside of the East Palace is still a palace wall, looking up, the wall is not in the night, covering half of the sky.

Look down and see the palace road stretching away, three steps and a gap there are palace people standing with the lamp, the glazed palace lamp illuminates the red wall, reflecting the festivity, gold powder paving the road, every step is splendid.

Ning Xun lowered his eyebrows, and with a deferential and generous attitude, he followed Li Dexian into the hall to thank him.

For the rank pool, Zhenghe has been very ordinary for twenty-three years.

The non-stop dance and music of the Moon Capture Fang drowned out the sound of firecrackers, and the old years were thrown out along with the pearls on her dance skirt, which was lackluster.

The only thing that can make her feel better is that she met Qing Dai once - the two made an appointment, and Qing Dai went out to buy with her, and she would find a way to go to a fruit shop in Dongshi on every Friday and every 10 days. If you want to see her, just wait nearby.

Qing Dai carried the dancing shoes that Song Rongying personally held for Chi Na in her arms every day, and finally had the opportunity to hand them over to her. The Chi family asked a few words about the recent situation of the Chi family, Qing Dai counted everything in detail, and told the Chi family as if she remembered something, the Chi family seemed to take special care of Song Rongying in the past few days, and the food and clothing were much better.

As he listened, he carefully looked at the new shoes in his hand. The shoes have fine stitches and are soft and suitable for the feet, which is a good thing - it shows that Song Rongying's spirit is getting better and better, and he has the strength to take shoes, and it is not a problem to come to activities on weekdays.

The shoes made by Song Langying are much better to wear than those in the Moon Snatching Workshop. He changed his shoes and practiced dancing in his room day and night, and he couldn't tell what day or night it was.

The East Palace Night Banquet is approaching. In her previous life, she was fearless and ignorant, but now, the prince had seen her before she danced, and it was hard to guarantee that he would not have some doubts. She wanted to make sure that after she finished dancing with a peach, the prince would really allow her to stay in the East Palace. Otherwise, all this will be wasted.

If it weren't for Mei Niang who came to hang a bead lamp in front of her room that day, she was afraid that she wouldn't have remembered that it was Shangyuan Festival.

Every detail of the bead lantern was exquisite, and she could guess at a glance that it was Shen Che who picked it. Mei Niang didn't hide it, and said that Shen Che sent someone to send it early in the morning - this was her first Shangyuan Festival in Beijing, and he wanted to accompany her to a lantern festival at night, but there were many people at the lantern party, and she thought that the night banquet was imminent, so she could only give up in order to avoid complications.

The bead lamp is small, elegant but not ostentatious. Jackie didn't say anything, and the lamp hung outside her door.

The night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is not sinking - the lanterns are not extinguished all night, and the day continues, the smoke from the firecrackers fills the whole street, the fireworks sporadically illuminate the corner of the night, and the shouts and cheers from far and near wake up the pond that has slept against the wall unconsciously.

Before she fell asleep, the room was pitch black, except for a small dim glow from the beaded lamp at the door.

He woke up for a while, put on a cloak and hat on a whim, completely covered himself, and sneaked out of the Moon Trap.

It went more smoothly than she expected - during the last New Year's Festival, Mei Niang was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground, and she had always been very responsible, so the eyes in the workshop were not so tight.

It was still cold, but the moment he slipped out with bated breath and stood on the crowded street, he felt his heart beating like a drum, and even his hands were still hot.

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't been like this, and she had done something impulsively out of the heat of the moment - just then she suddenly thought that in the last life, she had never seen a lantern festival in the past few years in Beijing.

I can't say it's a pity, I just feel that it's not worth it - especially when I am alone and see the silver flowers of the fire tree in Beijing never sleep.

She forgot to bring the money, didn't buy anything, didn't stop, just followed the crowd, and occasionally was caught by the juggling Hu people on the side of the road. After admiring the lanterns, she found a place where there were few people and stopped, lowered her head and pinched her sore legs that were sore from practicing all day.

She stopped here, and there was a restaurant five feet in front of her. People enter and exit in front of the restaurant, but the second floor looks quieter, presumably for the nobles. In front of the carved wooden railing of the corridor on the second floor, there are a few people watching the scenery by the railing. The short section with the worst angle angle is the corner facing the pool.

The hanging lamp in the corner went out at some point, and it was so dark that it was almost hidden in the night. Even the man standing there was a blur of face—only half a silver mask, reflecting the streamer.

The lanterns were lit in the daytime, and in the crowd of people rubbing shoulders, the pond seemed to be pulled by something, and he looked up at him at a glance.

I don't know what time it was, someone first exclaimed, and countless fireworks soared into the air, dragging out brilliant smoke tails in the night, and then blooming all over the sky with gold dust.

Before he could react, his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.

Qing Heng took on the thick and tight tie that covered his body - covered like this, if His Highness hadn't pointed it out to him, he wouldn't have recognized it.

He looked up and saw His Highness bowing slightly to this side, turning around and walking into the building.

Qing Heng looked around cautiously, then half-dragged and half-carried the person, and followed through the back door.

When he woke up, there was another round of fireworks outside. The light and shadow shone through the closed window, and it was only for a brief moment that it was completely black.

She was sitting in front of the couch with her hands tied behind her back, her hood covering her face ripped off and thrown aside, and a strip of cloth stuffed in her mouth. Ning Xun's face flashed in her mind, and she frowned - she couldn't remember when she offended him again. In my impression, the last time we met was in the North Garden of the Moon Snatching Fang, and it was still good when we separated, why was he grounded for more than a month, as if he had a grudge against her?

As if someone was approaching, the pond became alert, and turned his head to look through the faint light outside the window—before his head could be turned, he felt a cold iron object clinging to his neck.

She froze for a moment, then stopped his movements, allowing him to remove the cloth from his mouth.

The person who came didn't make a sound, but she was sure that it was Ning Xun.

She had stared at him for too long, and she seemed to have a sense of no reason, just like the first time she saw him in this life, she hid in the low cabinet under the Buddha shrine, secretly looked at the blood on the ground, trembling but recognizing him at a glance - even if he had never imagined a time and place, even if he had hidden his appearance, he changed his voice.

In fact, she was unfamiliar with Ning Xun's appearance. In her previous life, she had never seen him wearing a mask, nor had she noticed what he was doing when he left the East Palace like this. She only knew that he had fought on the frontier for many years, but she could hardly see how much of the anger he had on the battlefield.

As in the eyes of everyone, the crown prince Ning Xun has a generous character, and as for the rest, he is just a mediocre - he doesn't make any big mistakes, but he doesn't have the ability to stand out among several princes.

However, if he has both strengths and does not make mistakes, it means that no matter how much he loses the heart of a saint, the saint cannot depose him at will.

Like an unedged knife.

Except for the occasional moment when she said or did something, and looked up at him inadvertently—the determination in his eyes had not yet receded, and she often broke out in a cold sweat. But soon his gaze softened, and his demeanor was natural, which made her suspect that she was wrong.

Now it seems that she is not mistaken, Ning Xun is far more complicated than he seems on the surface.

However, no matter how Ning Xun is, she is only a mask on her face, and she has two - one is aimed at the Chi family and Shen Che, docile and obedient, at the mercy of others, and the other is aimed at the person in front of her.

Between truth and falsehood, the two of them fell in love.

Title Chi's mind is flying - in this way, it is not bad to choose Ning Xun's side...... This thought only turned for a moment, and she remembered the last fire in the East Palace.

Rank's eyes darkened.

That's it, Ning Xun lost completely in the previous life, she ...... Don't dare to gamble.

Xu was too distracted, and the dagger on her neck pressed on her neck intentionally or unintentionally, lightly and heavily.

Akichi gasped - without him, the strong killing intent coming from behind was too explicit.

In the three years of the East Palace, Ning Xun has never seen Ning Xun have any murderous intent towards himself - in fact, he is indeed very indulgent to her, and he has rarely even been angry with her in the past three years.

Not to mention being held to his throat with a sharp weapon like this.

Rank Chi lowered her eyes and glanced at the blade that flashed with a cold and cold light, and before he spoke, her first question was, "Are you injured?" ”

There was a lingering bloody aura on his body, and since the dagger was still clean, most of the blood was his own.

Without waiting for him to respond, she turned her head to look at him and confirm his injuries—she thought the dagger around her neck would be removed.

But he didn't. The moment she turned her head, the blade pierced her oily skin in a warning way, and she turned her head in disregard. The blade was sharp, and the pain of the moment it cut through the flesh was negligible.

In the light of light, in the end, Ning Xun took a step back. The dagger pulled away abruptly, leaving only a faint line of blood on her neck.

If he retreated a little slower, her throat would have been slit.

Ning Xun glanced at her with deep eyes, raised his hand and threw the dagger on the table on the side, and his changed voice was extremely low, sounding inexplicably a little impatient: "Don't die?" ”

After the chi, he consciously "hissed", and subconsciously wanted to touch his neck with his hand, but he forgot that his hand was still tied behind him, and he snorted painfully under the hard struggle.

At this time, she was afraid that she had just walked through the ghost gate, and even mixed with a little unaware grievance.

Obviously, when she was opposite to him in the last life, there were many quiet years, how could she see him a few times now, and how many times would she be born and die?

She couldn't see Ning Xun's expression clearly, she couldn't guess his thoughts, because her whole body unconsciously tensed - although the dagger was thrown away, he wanted to pick it up again and stab her through, but it was just a matter of thinking about it.

The burning pain in her neck brought her to her senses.

At this moment, she realized with great clarity that her life hung on the blade.

Throughout.

Realizing that he was still waiting for his reaction, he simply pretended that he had never realized his murderous intent towards him, and he didn't look at him, complaining in his voice, and said angrily: "Rub it." ”

As she said this, the blood on her neck was indeed about to stain her collar. Ning Xun raised her eyebrows slightly, but she was obedient, raised her hand and wiped it off for her with her fingertips, and a faint blood red faint between her originally white neck bloomed.

Chi subconsciously tilted his head back to avoid it, and his tense neck was a little fragile and fragile against the backdrop of the blood line.

Out of nowhere, he pulled a silk handkerchief, pressed one hand on her shoulder, and pressed the other hand around her neck, as if enveloping her.

The silk handkerchief was as thin as a cicada's wings, and he could even feel the thin cocoon of his tiger's mouth on her wound.

Ning Xun seemed to be stopping the bleeding for her, the hand covered with the silk handkerchief tightened a little, and the pulse of his fingertips was mixed with the one on the side of her neck, rising and falling together.

Realizing that the hand was getting harder and harder, although it was not suffocating, the pond was still breathing. She thought of a myriad of words for a moment, and when she raised her eyes to meet his close gaze, her heart beat suddenly.

She chose the most immediate one, but it is also the one that I don't know about life and death: "I can't leave a scar on my body, are you really scratching?" Do you know where I'm going in a few days? ”

He didn't answer her words, only wrapped the silk handkerchief around her neck, and said lightly: "Stop." ”