Han Xiaoxi couldn't bear to look at it.

When she left, she immediately found a replacement for Yiming?

It's on the benches of this hall!

Lost in despair, she stumbled out of the hall.

After the footsteps left, Xuan Mo took off Yiming's coat and gently touched the smooth skin with his fingertips, he lingered several times, but he didn't take the next step.

He also seemed to have a hesitation and helplessness, which haunted him, making him feel very troubled and did not know what to do.

In his cold thin lips, he kept reading and calling......

"Xiaoxi ......"

Due to the paralysis of osmanthus wine, Xuan Mo's spiritual power was not as sensitive as usual.

But he didn't lose his senses, looking at Yi Ming, who looked like Han Xiaoxi, his gaze was completely different from her.

Her eyes are as bright as stars, smart, and never bound by rules.

Xuan Mo became more and more conscious, stopped his movements, and hesitated for a few seconds before trying to get up.

Yiming pulled him back, and took the initiative to peel off his pitch-black robe, his white fingers gently unbuttoned the hidden buttons, and he couldn't wait to go in and touch it.

She thought that under the impetus of this osmanthus wine, Xuanmo would definitely accept her.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Mo categorically held her wrist and stopped her exaggerated behavior of "non-separation", and only said one sentence to bring her back to her senses.

"Judge Zhong, you are the one who is about to become the chief judge, you must not be affectionate and loving. Do you know the laws of the underworld?"

She shook Xuanmo's restraining hand away, trying to touch his body again.

Xuan Mo neatly moved the pitch-black robe away, and he stepped back away.

Yiming's white fingers wanted to grasp something in the air, and struggled to get up, whether to stop Xuanmo from leaving, or to laugh at himself in the upper position.

Her empty palms were as cold as her heart was now.

Her short hair hung down in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but shiver when she half-got up and touched the cold air.

"Judge Zhong, please respect yourself. You're already the chief judge, what are you not satisfied with?"

Xuan Mo's ruthlessness, she has known since she was a child, but she always delusionally thinks that she can warm him up.

Yiming still wanted to reach out and touch him, but he hit her hand neatly with black juice, and he wanted to leave with a long leg.

Yiming broke down behind him and shouted, the hiss in his voice was like a seagull with nowhere to stay, and the loneliness could make people feel distressed:

"Xuanmo, you know it's not what I want!"

Xuan Mo didn't reply, and left the hall directly, and the sound of his combat boots gradually became louder and farther.

As the footsteps departed, the sound returned to serenity.

Only the tireless sound of damp water, ticking in the corners, quietly observing everything in front of you.

Only the lonely flickering lights accompanied Zhong Yiming, and the air was still filled with a strong smell of osmanthus wine, as well as the fresh smell of Xuanmo's body.

She lay on the bench in the main hall, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes to her earlobes, staining her gown.

The cold chill invaded the bone marrow, as if her heart was also frozen into the dark dungeon.

Her fingers gripped the half-slippery gown tightly, tearing it apart with all her might.

She thought to herself:

Han Xiaoxi, there are some things that are no wonder she is ruthless.

At this time, Han Xiaoxi wandered the street in despair, watching the sunset slowly set, and the temperature became lower and lower.

She was only wearing ordinary coarse linen clothes, and she inevitably felt a little cold.

There are fewer and fewer passers-by around, and people are going home to prepare meals and enjoy them with their families.

She walked alone on the road.

After leaving the underworld, I don't know where else I can go.

Now I can't even go back to the judgment base, let alone go to the Huojing.

A righteous person like her doesn't like to win over the people below at all, so as to save others from saying that she is forming a gang.

It's good that no one will help her at all.

Somehow, she staggered back to the door of the Zhen Mansion step by step.

It's just that the gate of Zhenfu is closed, as if there is no one inside at all.

She sat at the gate of Zhenfu stupidly like this, forgetting that she knew how to spell, and she could go in and rest first.

Curled up on his legs and hugging himself, like a poor little hamster cowering down the steps.

Dressed in coarse cloth and with messy hair, she was regarded as a beggar, and passers-by saw her so pitiful, and threw a few copper plates at her.

She didn't pay attention to it, but buried her head in the crook of her arm, as if she could be a shrunken ostrich and never have to face this bleak world again.

Maybe God took pity on her, and maybe God deliberately embarrassed her, but at this time it was pouring rain.

She squatted at the door of Zhen's house and did not move, without any intention of sheltering from the rain.

The pouring rain mixed with her tears ran down her cheeks, wetting her light clothes and clung to her body and flowing to the ground.

The pedestrians around her were also going home quickly because of the heavy rain, and no one had the effort and patience to "sympathize" with her.

She barely opened her eyes in the pouring rain and looked at the dark and deserted streets.

Finally released his unliberated emotions.

"Why!"

"For ...... What!"

"Why! Why take everything I hold dear!"

"Why ......"

The pouring rain was so naughty, taking advantage of her angry cry to drift into her throat, the slightly bitter taste of the rain was not as bitter as the bitterness in her heart.

It is strong like a soy sauce vinegar with five flavors, condensed together like a coptis chinensis, but the stem is in the throat but it can't be spit out.

The rain choked on her nose, and she coughed desperately.

The raindrops hit the door panel of the Zhen family mercilessly, making a crackling sound, as if it was filling the crack in the door, and it was more like blocking Han Xiaoxi's heart that had nowhere to return.

She had nowhere else to go.

There is nowhere to go......

There is nowhere to go.

There was only the sound of crackling rain in her ears, and she couldn't hear anything anymore.

She held her head high and let the rain hit her cheeks, and her long hair was sticky and uncomfortable because of the wetness of the rain.

I don't know how long it was.

The rain rained from the evening until the early hours of the morning.

In the dark sky, even the moon is returning home on vacation today.

Suddenly, Han Xiaoxi felt that there was an extra black paper umbrella in front of him.

"Huh!"

The voice was a little unfamiliar, but there was an impression, Han Xiaoxi drove his not very bright brain, and thought about it for a long time.

“......”

She looked carefully at the person in front of her.

He is wearing neat clothes, brocade and satin embroidery show his luxurious identity, there is no need to think about it, he is the Hou Ye I saw yesterday.

It's all because of him, and he's now homeless.

She was like a reindeer with a temper, biting her lower lip and not wanting to say a word.

"Who else should I be. Isn't this a clever and clever girl from the Zhen family? The son of the Zhen family took his father out overnight, and before leaving, he dismissed all the family members of the family, and it is said that he will have to wait a long time before returning to the court.

Hou Ye's playful tone was completely "revenge" on her.

She closed her eyes again, not wanting to look at the man who liked to fall into the well.

Tears mixed with rain, and she was in no mood to argue with him.

All she knew now was that she really had nowhere to go.

In this world, no one wants her anymore.

“......”

Seeing that Han Xiaoxi still didn't answer, the marquis sighed before he said again.

"Come back home with me, don't worry, don't sign a deed of sale, don't let you be a maid. ”

Outside the paper umbrella, there is still a swaying heavy rain, just like her wavering heart, I don't know where to rely on.

"Returning Home ......"

Han Xiaoxi never thought that he would have this decision in his options.

"The Hou Mansion is several times larger than this Zhen family mansion, why don't you go back with me?"

As he spoke, Hou Ye knelt down on one knee, and his clear smile was not mixed with false ingredients.

Han Xiaoxi was once the judge, so this can naturally be seen clearly.

Hou Ye slowly stretched out his hand, more like he was inviting her.

Han Xiaoxi slapped his hand away, retaining the last trace of stubbornness.

"Don't go. I don't need you to sympathize with me. ”

She also thought that Hou Ye would say something lovely, of course she knew that these earthly things would not impress her proud.

She ...... after all I still won't go back with Master Hou.

Until Hou Ye took out a pack of braised chicken feet from his arms, in this pouring rain, the braised chicken feet wrapped in oiled paper were not affected by moisture, and still exuded a charming aroma.

It is a combination of thirteen spices, as well as a rich and wonderful meaty aroma......

Han Xiaoxi closed his eyes, sniffed the smell in the air slightly, and suddenly felt that the mixed aroma filled his nose.

I don't know why, this braised chicken feet is more like exuding a taste of happiness and satisfaction.

Instinctively, she reached out and went to get the braised chicken feet.

"I heard that you won't go back with me. ”

When Hou Ye saw that he had "seduced" her, he withdrew the chicken feet in his hand, so that Han Xiaoxi could only see and smell, but he could not eat the chicken feet.

"I ......"

Han Xiaoxi tilted his head, thinking and thinking.

"You?"

Hou Ye circled the paper-wrapped chicken feet in front of her again and again.

"I'm ......" Han Xiaoxi licked her lower lip, "What do you want me to do when I go back to the house with you?"

Her eyes were still lingering on the bag of chicken feet, and she didn't think about anything else at all, but with the intuition of the judge, she must know that Hou Ye's purpose would not be simple chicken feet.

"Naturally, it is to do Zhengfujin. ”

Hou Ye's Tai Chi answer made Han Xiaoxi feel creepy.

Hou Ye has put in such a hard work, but he has to investigate the vinegar cellar case a long time ago, so that he can know that she likes to eat chicken feet.

How could it be such a simple scheme.

Han Xiaoxi narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before asking.

"It's not that simple. If you don't tell me, I won't go back with you. ”

Han Xiaoxi's meaning is very clear, if you want to make this transaction, you must be sincere.

"I ask you to help me solve the problems in the palace, think about it, you are the only girl in the harem who has this ability. ”

Hou Ye is the best at using others, naturally he will not let go of Han Xiaoxi's such a good sword, with her in hand, the harem resources are invincible.

Hou Ye wanted to let him go to the harem to visit and deal around, first, to help him, and secondly, he could continue to investigate the case of the second disciple.

Han Xiaoxi put his hand on Hou Ye's palm, and just as he wanted to hold it, Han Xiaoxi withdrew his hand.

She also snatched the chicken feet and oil-paper umbrella from Hou Ye's hand, and walked quickly into the heavy rain.

"Master Hou, hurry up!"