Princesses are always forced to blacken

Chapter 120 And Yan Ye's Confession ([-])
Su Rao was so vigilant in her thoughts, but she never noticed that this man approached her.

Until her whole body was wrapped in the strong smell of blood.

The icy cold condensed breath lingered within three feet around her.

Su Rao's eyes suddenly changed, but she didn't react, and whispered in her ear: "Su Rao, maybe you shouldn't hold up that oil-paper umbrella for Han Mochen, so you won't be Han Mochen. I will not come to see you again, otherwise I may choose to kill you and let you break into my world like this."

The window sill shook, the person disappeared and left, the strong smell of blood surrounding Su Rao's body also disappeared, and there was no cold breath.

Qin Niang and the others saw the figure disappearing in an instant and passing by the corner, and walked in immediately.

"Xian Yi Chi Shao, this is your purpose..."

Muttering, Su Rao's bright peach-blossom eyes are peachy, sparkling and burning.

Han Mochen disappeared, and Xian Yi Chi Shao appeared...

Even if she is suspected, she can't be sure, is this the purpose?
It's a pity that she has already confirmed it and witnessed it with her own eyes.

But Han Mochen who left stayed in the alley where he and Su Rao first met.

Standing quietly, his eyes fixed on the spot where Su Rao had stood in front of him.

In this night, it seemed that he could only be described by the word 'cold and silent'.

cold, lonely.

With a breath, he looked up at the black night sky.

There is only one solitary moon, but it is still hidden in the thick black clouds, it is difficult to shine its own light, let alone a star to accompany it.

Han Mochen still watched so silently, staring straight at the dim lone moon in the black cloud, as if wanting to penetrate the cloud layer.

Through the clouds, you can see the bright moonlight of this lonely moon.

Until a black shadow jumped over the wall.

The feeling of coldness in Han Mochen's body disappeared, and it returned to the feeling of the cold ice cave, bloodthirsty, killing, and cold-blooded breath.

"My lord, it has been dealt with properly."

Xiao Ziyu was very respectful, and his voice still carried that sense of caution, as if facing such a master, he had always been like this.

Han Mochen left.

Nothing was said.

Even though he has such subordinates by his side, he always feels that he is alone.

"My lord, to Miss Su..."

Another figure appeared, walked over, and looked in the direction Han Mochen left.

There is also a kind of coldness exuding from the whole body, but it is the coldness of insensible coldness.

Xiao Ziyu also looked over.

"My lord has been in contact with Miss Su several times, and actually let those people focus on Miss Su..."

"That's why the lord wants Su Rao to stay away, and doesn't want to involve her in his affairs."

The figure took Xiao Ziyu's words behind him, turned around and looked at Xiao Ziyu, with a silver and black mask on his face, completely covering his face.

"The Lord has changed, and seems to have some 'humanity'."

"It's a good thing."

Opening the folding fan and shaking it lightly, the surface of the folding fan in Xiao Ziyu's hand was outlined with blood, all the blood of those who should or should not die.

"Let's go! Xiao, we probably won't have a chance to come to this Dongxing Street in the future."

Taking a step forward, Xiao Ziyu also left.

The other Xiaoyao Hu. Fa'Xiao' glanced at the general's palace, jumped up and left.

"I hope it will be a good thing!"

The alley is quiet, leaving only the bitter cold wind blowing in the winter night, and with the appearance of dawn, it gradually slows down its biting pain.

The sky is foggy, the sun has not yet risen, and it is just dawn.

On the streets of Langjing, pedestrians flocked and started to set up stalls.

In the alley in the back street outside the embassy, ​​a figure took off in two and jumped into the embassy.

Go to Shaoxing Palace.

"My lord, when the night fell last night, a group of unknown people blocked and killed Young Master Xiao. If no one survived, all of them died tragically."

With such words, Mo Ying thought of the scene he saw in the forest outside the city, that glowing red figure, with broken limbs and arms around his feet...

I have a feeling of lingering fear.

"My lord, the wanderers in the Xiaoyao Building are all bloodthirsty desperadoes, not to mention Xiao Ziyu, the owner of the Xiaoyao Building, he looks unrestrained, but in fact he is cruel and bloodthirsty. Is it too risky for us to find him? Well, if he..."

"To make that person so fearful that he would chase him to death even thousands of miles away, isn't Xiao Ziyu a kind person? Such a person..."

Prince Yi held a letter paper in his hand, and when he said the next sentence, he suddenly squeezed the letter paper, and that kind of deep feeling appeared around him again.

"Seeking skins with a tiger is a conspiracy, and seeking skins with a wolf is also a conspiracy. Compared with that evil and sinister tiger, this king is more willing to negotiate a deal with his wild and unruly wolf..."

The letter paper in his hand was wrinkled, and only one word could be vaguely read...

'guard'.

……

Qingfeng lives inside, and in the same dark room, there is also the same pitch-black memorial tablet. The figure of Yuehua pushed open the door of the dark room and walked in.

He coughed lightly, and his complexion was pale again.

It seems to be sick again.

Between those white jade fingers is a white jade hairpin, finely carved with flowers.

Come over and kneel on the futon, her body is thin, but she doesn't lose the slightest elegance of her whole body.

In the dark room, the palace lanterns and glass lamps conspicuously reflected the countless tablets on the confession table in front of them. There were no names, posthumous names, posthumous titles, and unknown dead people engraved on the pitch-black spiritual tablets.

"Kneeling and tossing around like this, ten humble people and Master Huishan will not be able to bring back a single son."

After a while, with such a sigh, Mr. Zhu also walked in from the secret passage.

Holding a bowl of decoction.

"I'm causing trouble for Mr. Bamboo."

The jade hairpin was placed in the sleeve of his clothes, and Yun Ji stood up and took the medicine bowl accurately.

After taking the medicine, he continued to sit on his knees.

It was as if he had never heard what Mr. Zhu said just now.

Continue to kneel so indifferently and quietly.

Mr. Zhu watched, took a breath, and glanced at the tablets without any names on the confession case. His eyes fell on a place on the left side of the confession. , I feel a little empty at the moment.

"The person who passed away is already a handful of loess, so why torture yourself like this. If the parents of the son know that the son does not cherish his body so much, they are afraid that the spring will not sleep, and the dark room is cold, the son should go out earlier!"

Shaking his head and sighing, Mr. Zhu left the darkroom with the medicine bowl.

With another cough, Yunji smiled faintly, took out the white jade hairpin from Yuehua's sleeve, and murmured: "The person who passed away has come back to life. Yunji is so happy that he doesn't know it, how can he be willing to suffer again?" I still want to stay a little longer, and I don’t want to disappear so easily.”

The moonlight is warm and moist.

It seems that only the person who has been resurrected from the dead can make Yunji's distant and indifferent disappear, making him as gentle as jade, unparalleled in Moshang.

Rubbing the white jade hairpin, with a breath, Yun Ji got up and walked to the place where the tablet was missing, and touched it accurately with his hand, only heard a click, and a hidden space appeared under this position.

The young master's folding fan and the bright red silk handkerchief were carefully placed inside.

"Wan hairpin with blue silk, are you also like Yun Ji..."

Whispering, the white jade hairpin in his hand was placed in the dark compartment.

The door of the dark room slammed again.

Yun Ling walked in.

"Sir..."

"What..."

A sudden sense of loneliness all over Yunji disappeared in an instant, and he was still the son of Jiyue who was indifferent to the moonlight, with the charm of the breeze and the moon.

The dark grid is closed.

Yunling came over, holding a piece of silk letterhead, but it was bright yellow silk.

Secret letter dedicated to the royal family.

(End of this chapter)