Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

In the morning, the sky is dark and the air is stuffy and humid, not as dry as it should be in late autumn and early winter. The leaves are still, and there is no wisp of wind blowing through the air.

Duanmu Minya sat in front of the window, looking at the gloomy sky, her heroic eyebrows frowned slightly, the pupils of her dark eyes shrank slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed quickly from the bottom of her eyes, her mood was as gloomy as the gloomy sky , Uneasy, is this the calm before the storm?

As if feeling that an unusual storm was coming, the feeling that the mountain was about to come and the wind filled the building became more and more dignified. Duanmu Minya suddenly closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and relaxed her whole body. She wanted to think and concentrate spiritual thinking.

long time!It's been a long time!As if hundreds of years had passed, her naturally sensitive sixth sense came back.

It's been a long time, this feeling hasn't appeared for a long time. Could it be that what she is about to face now is something related to her life?

How else would such a strong sixth of hers come about?

Duanmu Minya suddenly opened her eyes, and those eyes, which were as cold as a knife and frost, were splattered with light, and a look that did not belong to her, a lady of a noble family who did not leave the door and did not leave the door, appeared in her face face.

It is a sharper and stronger domineering than the American cheetah, and of course the chilling killing intent is indispensable.

"Xiaolin." Duanmu Minya, who had been looking at the gray sky without speaking, suddenly turned her head, looked at Xiaolin, who had the ability to make you unaware of her existence even if she was standing next to you, and called out in a low voice .

"Yes, the servant is here, does the princess have any orders?"

Xiaolin took a step forward and saluted respectfully. She thought that the princess had become a fossil. She could just sit quietly looking at the sky for a whole morning without saying a word. What kind of concentration is this? If it was said that there was a monk in front of her, she could still believe that she would not be surprised if she sat for a day.

But the person in front of her is Duanmu Minyao, a person known for being unruly and willful. She can sit quietly for a whole morning without any major changes in her posture. Doesn't this surprise her?

This is not something everyone can do, even if it is her, she may not be able to do it like she is now.

"My concubine wants to go back to her own yard now. You can get someone to prepare it. I'm going back now."

With her current body, she would not be able to walk without walking out of the yard, so Duanmu Minya didn't want to be brave at all to order Xiaolin.

"Princess, please calm down, is Xiaolin not serving well enough?"

Xiaolin knelt down and kowtowed immediately when she heard the words, and said worriedly.