Emperor Jue: Who is the world, who is the concubine

Chapter 280
Xiaochen and I waited in Qinfengpo for two days. On the third day, an ordinary carriage stopped in front of us. The driver did not get out of the carriage, but said coldly: "Master asked me to take you he."

I took Xiaochen's hand and got into the carriage.

Along the way, the coachman didn't say much, except when he was resting, he would call out to us.

After doing this for three days, I finally couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take to arrive?"

"Three days." The coachman replied without emotion, and then he didn't speak again.

Three days?
After all, we will see each other, and worrying about it now is useless.

So he calmed down, and simply taught Xiaochen some rules.

Three days later, the carriage stopped in front of an exquisite courtyard. The driver picked up the curtain and said indifferently, "Get out of the carriage, and someone will take you in to meet the master."

Xiaochen and I got out of the car, and when we walked to the gate of the other courtyard, a pretty woman greeted me, and said with a smile: "Miss, the young master follows me."

Compared with the indifference of the coachman, this woman is naturally much more enthusiastic.

We followed her through the corridor, through the courtyard, until we came to a most inconspicuous room.

She knocked lightly on the door and said respectfully, "Master, they are here."

There were several coughing sounds from inside, and then a slightly hoarse voice came, "Let them in...cough cough..."

This is the master that the old fox said?

It sounds like he is weak.

Such a person doesn't take good care of his body, but he wants to do such a cruel thing. Isn't he afraid that he will die before he can achieve his goal?

The woman opened the door, turned to us and said, "Go in, the master is inside."

I took Xiaochen's hand and walked into the room.

The room was very dark, all the windows were sealed, and no light could see through. After walking a few more steps and turning the screen, a big bed was placed in the center somewhat abruptly, and a stool was placed in front of the bed. An oil lamp, emitting a dim light, shone slightly in the darkness.

And there was a man lying on the bed, with jet-black hair scattered on the pillow, a white and somewhat transparent hand hanging down on the edge of the bed, his breathing was a bit hurried, like a dying person.

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Hey, Singles' Day. .

(End of this chapter)