Queen's Purpose

Chapter 468 Desolate and lonely, all the dark words are not enough to describe

Xia Fanyin withdrew her thoughts, blinked, "I was talking in my sleep... this Palace Mistress, can I ask your name?"

The man smiled, "Fang's name?"

"My boudoir name?"

"........."

He stood up suddenly, expressionless, "No."

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Fearing that Quan Qingjiu would be in danger, Fuchen followed around Shilipo without reassurance, but he didn't dare to approach.

He was afraid that someone would discover his existence, that his master would drive him back, and that the other party would be unfavorable to the princess.

But he didn't wait for the man to come back for a long time. In desperation, he had no choice but to sneak closer...

When he saw that figure from a distance, he seemed to see the appearance of the man when he found the man in the sky full of soot three days ago.

But at that time the man was still flustered and weak, but at this moment...

Desolation, loneliness, all the dark words are not enough to describe it.

His heart skipped a beat, why is there only Grandpa alone?

Could it be... what happened to the princess?
Fu Chen stepped forward lightly and then stepped forward, carefully standing behind the man, but saw the man holding the blood-red doll in his hand, looking at it intently, and carefully discerning, it is not just the man who always The one in your hand? !

At first he thought it was carved by the master himself, but after listening to Qingsang, he realized that it was a gift from the princess.

Fu Chen sighed inaudibly, "Master?"

The man didn't respond, his eyes were still focused, and he even had the illusion of affection and lingering towards a doll.

Only then did Fu Chen notice the bloodshot eyes at the corner of the man's mouth, and was startled, "Are you injured?"

"If the deity doesn't look for her, will she come back on her own initiative?"

"........."

Fuchen didn't know how to answer him for a while, he couldn't tell the truth, and he couldn't tell the lie, so he kept silent.

Fortunately, the man didn't continue to ask him. He lowered his eyes and walked back with his long legs. The jade carving in his hand was tightly squeezed by him.

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For the next few days, Xia Fanyin lay resting in the Longmen Inn.

The palace lord originally wanted to take her out of the city, but it was a pity that some people strictly guarded against it. These days, the gates of the city are restricted, and only a hundred people can go out every day. If there are any special circumstances, they have to report to the government, let alone her. Not even interested in queuing up.

Although the internal injury was severe, it gradually improved after a few days of rest.

Xia Fan sounded up and knocked on the door next door.

"Come in."

"My lord... are you really not going to tell me your name and let me call you that all the time?"

"eleven."

"……what?"

The man raised his head, although all she could see was a mask, but the mask repeated in a good-tempered manner: "Eleven."

Xia Fanyin, "..."

Ok.

Something is better than nothing, eleven is better than Palace Master.

The man saw her hesitant to speak, "Is there something wrong?"

She hesitated for a moment, "I want to say, do you have any secret passages that lead to places outside the city?"

She doesn't want to stay here anymore. Although the capital is very good, she always feels that she will be more dangerous if she stays for one more day. She always feels that Quan Qingjiu will not let her go so easily, and must be thinking of other bad ideas.

The man who claimed to be eleven hooked his lips, "If I am so powerful, I will let a hundred thousand troops sneak in from the ground and attack the city to seize the throne."

Xia Fanyin, "..."

Before she could speak, Eleven said again: "By the way, there is one more thing—he seems to be poisoned."

Xia Fanyin's breath stagnates, "...who?"

(End of this chapter)