The night was dark, and the entire Darong Palace was shrouded in bright and dark lights.

Hidden on a tall laurel tree in the Hanxiang Pavilion, the icy starry eyes were staring at the bright lights in the main hall without blinking.

He had already told Cui'er that he must tell Sister Xiangjun that after the second watch tonight, he would sneak into the Hanxiang Pavilion and wait for the opportunity to move.

As soon as Sister Xiangjun and the others are ready to leave, they will put out all the lights in the main hall, which is also a signal to him.

However, at this moment, the drums of the third watch have sounded, and the main hall is still brightly lit!

If it is placed in normal times, even if it is not marked by the lamp, after the second watch, the lights in most of the rooms in the main hall should have been extinguished long ago.

But why is it that tonight, even the lights in the antechamber are so dazzling?

Although he didn't want to admit it, he actually knew the answer in his heart-

Sister Xiangjun didn't agree with his plan, so she deliberately left the entire main hall lit up to show him her determination to refuse to leave.

A bitter cold wind blew violently, causing the branches and leaves of the surrounding laurel trees to make a "rustling" sound.

Although the thin night clothes on Han Bing's body had already been blown through by the wind, he couldn't wait for himself to turn into a gust of wind at this time, blowing out all the lights in the entire Cold Fragrance Pavilion!

He was half-crouched on a high horizontal branch of the laurel tree, one hand firmly grasping a thin branch above his head, and a pair of thin lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of starry eyes were still shining eagerly and expectantly.

Although he knew that there was little hope, he still had to stubbornly wait.

Sister Xiangjun!Sister Xiangjun!Sister Xiangjun......

His heart kept calling, and he kept praying, hoping that Sister Xiangjun could change her mind and let him take her and Cui'er out of the palace together.

When the drumming of the fourth watch came from the distance, the glimmer of hope in Han Bing's eyes finally gradually dimmed.

It seems that Sister Xiangjun refuses to give him the slightest chance!

Originally, there was still a trace of luck in the cold ice, maybe after the third watch, Sister Xiangjun would think that he had retreated from the difficulty, and she would let people turn off the lights and go to bed. At that point, he can take the opportunity to break in and take her and Cui'er away.

Even if Sister Xiangjun would be angry and blame afterwards, he could also infer that it was because he was late, and when he saw that the lights had already been extinguished, he thought that this was a signal sent by Sister Xiangjun, so he took action immediately.

But now it seems that Sister Xiangjun should have calculated his ghostly thoughts, and she kept the lights on, so that he couldn't even find a far-fetched excuse.

This is enough to show Sister Xiangjun's determination to refuse to leave.

But Han Bing still didn't want to give up.

With his ears, he could naturally hear the faint sound of laughter coming from the main hall.

So he decided to put aside those scruples about trespassing on the woman's boudoir first, and immediately cast a soul chase to see what Sister Xiangjun was doing.

As a result, the scene he saw suddenly made him, a wise and martial man, feel like crying without tears.

In the antechamber where he had met with Xiangjun's sister not long ago, there was obviously a so-called teahouse storytelling.

I saw Sister Xiangjun sitting in a wide soft chair with a backrest, holding a cup of fragrant tea, like a typical listener, leisurely enjoying someone's wonderful performance.

And around her, there were more than 20 men and women gathered in the palace. At this moment, the palace people also widened their eyes one by one, listening intently to the storyteller's eloquent narration.

And the storyteller, as expected, is naturally the sharp-toothed little girl Cui'er.

The book she was talking about was the legendary story about the Commander Shen Yunpeng that happened yesterday.

As her crisp and immature voice sounded, everyone's eyes seemed to vividly emerge with that touching scene-

Outside the southern suburbs, General Shen commanded thousands of troops and horses, charging into battle, and the mountains and rivers were magnificent.

In front of the Commander's Mansion, foreign beauties cry and call earnestly, charming and charming.

And just when the heroes and beauties looked at each other affectionately, they suddenly disappeared without a trace after a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Only General Shen was left, standing stunned, looking up to the sky and sighing.

It can really be described as a child's love for children, and the hero's shortness of breath is really suffocating!

It can be seen that the fate gathers and scatters, all of which are determined by heaven, even if they are heroes of the world, they are also helpless beyond their reach.

This kind of somewhat fragrant story, but told by a childish little girl, not only does not show any embarrassment and abruptness, but makes people feel something different about people's hearts.

The listeners sighed, and then asked about the appearance of the exotic beauty who seemed to have fallen from the sky, but was fleeting, and the appearance of the incense car she was riding.

For a while, in this small front hall, everyone's excited discussion resounded......

Han Bing, who was not in the slightest infected by this warm atmosphere, could only withdraw his spiritual thoughts, and continued to squat on the tall laurel tree outside the door, shaking his head and sighing in the biting cold wind.

Obviously, Sister Xiangjun must have deliberately arranged this way in order to prevent him from having any chance.

To be honest, it is not a difficult thing for Han Bing to want to touch it unknowingly and kill the palace people who are gathering around Sister Xiangjun silently.

It's just that both Sister Xiangjun and himself know very well that he will never be able to hurt those innocent palace people.

But if he didn't use those palace people with a spicy hand, Han Bing was not too sure that he would be able to restrain any of them before they had time to scream or make a strange noise, so as not to alarm the guards outside.

Knowing that Sister Xiangjun was deliberately embarrassing herself, Han Bing's heart couldn't help but feel a great grievance, and she felt extremely suffocated.

He even had an impulsive idea, so he simply broke in desperately and took Sister Xiangjun and Cui'er away first.

However, looking at the bright lights in front of him, it seemed to be Sister Xiangjun's eyes that were as bright as autumn water, which made him hesitate several times, and finally he didn't have the courage to openly go against Sister Xiangjun's wishes.

Besides, if the guards in the palace are really alarmed because of this, even with his skills, I am afraid it will be difficult to smoothly take Sister Xiangjun and Cui'er out of the palace at the same time.

In a hurry and anger, he couldn't help but break off the thin branch in his hand hard, and really wanted to use it to directly slap his own ice boy a few times!

After waiting there for a few more moments, he finally gave up hope completely.

Thinking of Lu Yuanfeng, who was hiding near the South City Gate at the moment according to the original plan, and Qing Bo, who was waiting outside the city in a carriage, Han Bing knew that he couldn't delay here any longer.

Otherwise, those two people who are waiting like themselves will be even more uneasy because they don't know what is going on here, and they may even take unnecessary and dangerous actions without authorization.

"Sister Xiangjun—"

He whispered helplessly, his eyes full of sadness and frustration, and finally quietly left this Cold Fragrance Pavilion.