Jiuyou Huangfei

Chapter 272 Cang Liuli

"Okay, I agree." Mu Xiyan paused, passing by Quan Muhua.

Quan Muhua looked at her back jealously, with a gloomy expression.

"Miss, go this way." The nanny who led the way led Mu Xiyan into a pink flower field.

"Is this the way out of the palace? Why do I feel like I'm getting further and further away?" Although the general direction is correct, it seems to be heading inward more and more.

Mammy smiled awkwardly, pursed her lips and said, "Miss, you're overthinking, how dare this servant lead the way at will?"

"It's better, otherwise, I will cut your throat with my own hands."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The two walked forward a few more steps, and in front of them, a desolate palace came into view.

The eaves are full of dust, and there are dense spider webs in the corners. Half of the vermilion wall has collapsed, one piece is red, the other is white, and the red and white are mottled. The huge cracks tell the dilapidation of the palace.

"Miss, hurry up, this is a cold palace, there are unclean things."

"Unclean things?"

Nanny didn't want to say much, and hurried forward with Mu Xiyan.

The thin and cool sound of the piano echoed in the air, like weeping or complaining, like resentment or admiration, the lingering sound curled up, endlessly.

She had heard the sound of the piano before, it was the little boy she had accidentally seen in Jifeili Mansion, and suddenly, his pair of dark and deep eyes flashed in her mind.

What is his identity, why is he in the palace, or in the cold palace?
Mu Xiyan couldn't help but pause, and looked towards the door. A moon-white robe was revealed by the door, and her pure black eyes instantly met hers. Those eyes were deep, like a person who was not A gigantic vortex that stops spinning.

It's really him.

"He is?" Mu Xiyan asked.

"Miss Hui, he is the Ninth Prince Cang Liuli, and his mother was a lowly maidservant who hanged herself more than ten years ago. Since then, he has been living in the cold palace. When he was at the age of studying, the emperor did not invite him to marry him. Dedicated gentleman, just ask a few older princes to teach him, the girl must be careful, this is a little devil."

The little devil, indeed, would goug people's eyes at every turn, not the little devil.

Mu Xiyan followed the nanny to leave, and suddenly turned her head, the boy was still looking at her motionlessly at the door, his eyes were as deep as a dead lake.

She endured the strangeness in her heart and walked forward.

"Wait, girl, please stop." When walking to the gate of the garden, a mellow and warm voice came.

Mu Xiyan turned her head, and saw Cang Zhuoxiao was standing at the bridge, Luo Qingqing was holding his arm gently and virtuously.

What a shame!

After entering the palace once, she unexpectedly met so many people she hated!

This luck is really back home.

"Xiyan, can I talk to you?" Cang Zhuoxiao stared at her closely with earnest eyes.

"What do I have to talk about with you?"

"I wanted to say sorry to you..."

Mu Xiyan wanted to die laughing, to say sorry to her?The person he should say sorry to is the original owner, that silly girl of the original owner, who gave her life for him, but he just watched with a cold eye. For this kind of scumbag, it's enough for her to keep his life alive!

"No, the farther away you are from me, the better!"

Mu Xiyan waved her sleeves and left, but Cang Zhuoxiao didn't shy away from Luo Qingqing, crossed the pond, and ran towards her quickly.

He grabbed her wrist tightly!

Mu Xiyan's eyes sharpened, and the dagger cut across the silver light in mid-air, and Cang Zhuoxiao's hand was immediately cut open by her, a long and deep gash!
(End of this chapter)