The promotion of the imperial palace of the prosperous Huangmou

Narrative
Even Lu Juntong said so.

Shi Ding was finally completely scared.

No matter how humiliated I am in my heart and don't want to beg for mercy, my own life is still important in the end.

So after hesitating again and again, when he exhausted his last breath, he still shouted in humiliation: "I was wrong, I was wrong about this matter."

It wasn't until he heard this sentence that Yang Shuo moved his toes away.Then he glanced at him coldly: "Okay, you can get out, don't let me see you again."

This sentence is really domineering.

Moreover, for a person like him who has been on the battlefield and killed people, speaking such a sentence with such an expression and tone, the deterrent effect is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Lu Juntong suddenly felt that he liked this young General Yang a little bit.

Such a temper—to be honest, it's hard to hate.

Li Yan only said at this time: "Since we met, why don't we sit down and talk together."

Yang Shuo hesitated slightly, but finally agreed.

Then, he ordered someone to bring over his refreshments.

When Lu Juntong saw it, his heart moved involuntarily.

Yang Shuo ordered a plate of lotus root cake.

This kind of dim sum, in fact, very few people order it.

One is that the taste is not soft enough, and the other is because it is not written on the signboard.

In addition, the taste is too clear and moist, so it is not suitable for refreshment.I can only stutter like this.

So it has not been very popular.

The few dishes every day are also prepared for regular customers.

But now Yang Shuo did order such a dish.

And looking at the half-eaten appearance, he should also like it very much.

Such similar looks, such grievances for him, such similar tastes——

Lu Juntong couldn't help but glance at him again.

Then his eyes fell on the mask on his face.

Although the mask is very crude, it doesn't make people feel ugly.

It may be because Yang Shuo's own aura is there, even if it is only covered with a face scarf, no one will think it ugly.

It's just that such a cold mask covered half of his face.

It makes people curious about the appearance under the mask, but also feels too cold to look at.

Lu Juntong hesitated for a moment, but still followed his own thoughts and asked softly, "Why does General Yang wear a mask?"

Her words were a bit abrupt, so both Yang Shuo and Li Yan looked over.

Lu Juntong couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly in his sleeves.

However, there was still no intention to withdraw the question.

Finally, Yang Shuo tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Since Miss Lu is so curious, I will take off the mask and show Miss Lu a look, but Miss Lu is mentally prepared, so don't be intimidated."

Lu Juntong forced a smile: "General Yang joked, so why would he be frightened? But if General Yang is unwilling, there is no need to—"

Hearing him say that, you know there should be something on his face that must be covered.

Li Yan glanced at Yang Shuo again, but still didn't speak, just picked up the tea and took a sip slowly.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Lu Juntong said it didn't matter, but his eyes kept looking at Yang Shuo.

In the end, just looking at it like this, he reached out and took off the mask on his face.

After just one glance, Lu Juntong couldn't help holding his breath.

There was a huge and hideous scar on Yang Shuo's face. If he hadn't avoided his eyes just now, he might——

(End of this chapter)