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Chapter 67 What would Mrs. Huo think?
Because of his grasping, the familiarity that Changying had developed towards him in recent days disappeared in an instant.

She was silent for a while, and said: "In Dongyue three years ago, I did go to Tongzhou to live for a few days, but when I returned to Tongzhou, Ling Yuan picked me up. Puzhao, I was lying in the carriage, and I didn't meet anyone."

Huo Rong looked at her against the skylight, as if looking at a stranger.

But Changying is very frank: "I have comparable impressions of my 18 years, or any period of time since I can remember, and I have no amnesia.

"The reason why I remember this process so clearly is that I have only been to Tongzhou twice. Once when I was very young, I went to Tongzhou with my uncle and aunt to worship the ancestors of the Ling family. This is the second time.

"General Huo, it seems that you still have the wrong person."

She suddenly recalled that once he also asked her if she had suffered some kind of brain injury, so he always thought that she lost her memory, and never thought that she had admitted the wrong person?

Obviously he still regarded her as Shen Linlang.

And his persistent search for "Shen Linlang" finally made her curious.

When he already has a wife, it doesn't seem so normal to be so obsessed with finding another woman.

Huo Rong didn't say anything.

Seeing her look like this had nothing to do with him, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

If she wasn't Shen Linlang who had been hiding in the mountain temple with him for half a month, how could it be explained that her fingerprints were exactly the same as those on the marriage certificate?

Is that a ghost?

"General Shen refused to recognize me, could it be because of General Xu?"

He could understand her reluctance to admit that she knew her, but there was no one else in front of him, who admitted that she had broken his promise and promised him to send a letter to the Qian family, but failed to do so. She confessed frankly that he hadn't asked her to mention it first. A few sentences shouldn't be too difficult.

It shouldn't be too difficult to admit to him that he spent half a month on the hill with him.

He can naturally understand that she needs to protect her reputation as a woman in a boudoir, but she can't just admit it in front of him, why?
Apart from Xu Lan, it seems difficult to have any other answer.

Changying paused for a moment, then said: "My relationship with General Xu is the same as that of General Huo and you, it's a normal comrade-in-arms relationship, although I don't need to explain so much to you, but I don't want to drag irrelevant people into the water.

"I know you if I know you, and I don't know you if I don't know you. There is no need to cover up the fact of existence because of others."

She knew what Xu Lan was thinking about her, but he was always polite, and he should understand what she was thinking, but she never responded.

There is indeed nothing to write between them.

Huo Rong looked at her for a while, then suddenly said softly, "Really."

"Of course." Changying said.

He looked at him again: "Since you asked about General Xu, and General Huo mistook me for someone else several times, then forgive me for asking, what is the relationship between that Miss Shen and General Huo?"

It's not rude to come and go, since he can inquire about her, it doesn't matter if she asks back.

Huo Rong stared at her upturned face for a while, then lifted his lips and said: "The enemy." He added: "The kind that cannot be sworn in."

Changying narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even if he misunderstood her as Shen Linlang's original, although he didn't hide anything good when he looked at her, it wouldn't be life and death.

It seems he still doesn't want to tell the truth.

"Are you scared?" He suddenly leaned over and leaned close to her ear to look closely at her eyebrows and eyes, "Don't you want to be more careful, lest one day I be in a bad mood and accidentally strangle you to death as Miss Shen!"

The breath fell on Changying's face, as if it had a refreshing breath of ice.

Changying turned her face away, not to smell the fragrance coming from him.

Get too close, and to hell with sobriety.

But she has lived two lifetimes, and she will not show cowardice under his tricks.

She didn't move at all, just twitched the corners of her lips: "General Huo said that he has a wife when he sees people, and he must be a person who respects and loves his wife on weekdays. I don't know that you are so casually flirting with female colleagues, Madam. What do you think if you know?"

"Who cares what she thinks?" Huo Rong looked indifferently from her delicate nose that seemed to be carved out, and saw her delicate and well-defined chin, "I guess that woman might still expect me to have three wives and four concubines." .”

After all, when she tore up the marriage certificate, she tore it up so neatly.

Changying smiled.

The evening breeze was refreshing on a March day, she took two slow breaths, and glanced coolly at his face.

The Huo family's wealth is powerful, and his own conditions are there. How could she really expect him to be a man who will protect his wife like a jade.

However, in the final analysis, these have nothing to do with her.

The reason why she and he can talk to this extent today is because they both know each other's background, and there are some things that don't need to be covered up.

Apart from this layer, as long as his ability and the title of general are not in vain, and he doesn't hold back the superintendent, she doesn't care who he is, and whether he is looking for Shen Linlang or Zhang Linlang?

A dagger slipped out of the sleeve into her hand, and then hit his neck without hindrance.

"Come closer?" She responded with the same indifference, and her subordinates showed no mercy.

Huo Rong's eyes fell on the dagger.

An exquisite three-inch long knife, cold to the bone, the handle is brown-black, with auspicious cloud carvings on the blade.

If her hand moved up a little further, people might see a few round beads engraved there - it should be the knife she used to open his wound back then.

Huo Rong didn't move, just stared at it for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, and gently brushed the broken hair from her sideburns behind her ears.

Changying froze into a log in an instant...

"Am I kind?"

The corners of his cold mouth were slightly smug.

Chang Ying regained consciousness from his unexpected move, gripped the dagger tightly and stretched forward, but he had already retreated calmly.

He stood tall and straight, with a slight sarcasm in his disdainful eyes.

The night is getting darker, but fortunately the moonlight has come out.

Danyue hooked his figure into a majestic silhouette, and the aura that drifted faintly around him was so strong that people couldn't look at him closely.

Changying's heart was filled with anger, she tiptoed her feet and wanted to make a move, but before she got up, someone grabbed her waist: "What's the trouble?"

He clasped her in front of her chest with one hand, took the dagger from her hand with the other, and inserted it into her waist.

The tense atmosphere made the guards standing far away aware, and the horseshoes sounded chaotically, as if they were ready to come over at any time.

Huo Rong glanced at her twice, and then pushed her lightly: "Isn't Lao Wu still waiting for you to eat? Still not leaving!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his horse's head and beat the horse away first.

The dust kicked up by the horse's hooves flew in, and Changying sat on the horse, staring into the distance for a long time.

She has always known that his martial arts are higher than hers, but she never thought that she would not even be able to make a somersault under his hands! ...

(End of this chapter)