Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 10
The person who came was Donghua, and Sishui and Liunian were about to salute, but he stopped them.

"My lord, why are you here?"

"How will I know if I don't come? You have this habit of watching dead people? Get in the car."

Shen Hualou looked at the carriage on the side, lifted the hem of his skirt and walked up slowly, followed Donghua up, and finally said: "You two go back to the house first."

"Yes, my lord."

The moment the carriage drove out, the wind blew the curtain of the carriage, and the person passing by, if Donghua hadn't arrived in time, would have been a bad thing. The moment he saw the figure, Shen Hualou was startled, and after a long time Looking back at Donghua.

"what happened?"

Shen Hualou shook his head, showing an extremely bitter smile: "It's nothing."

The carriage passed through Jinxiu Street, the journey was smooth, Shen Hualou thought, Qianji and Donghua should not be so silent when getting along with each other on weekdays, she used to fight Donghua to the death, but now sitting face to face, she is still so calm , Shen Hualou had never thought about it before.

I don't know where Donghua is going to take her. Shen Hualou didn't speak a word along the way, but seeing Donghua's calm look at the end, she still didn't hold back and asked, "My lord, where are we going?"

The corners of Donghua's mouth raised slightly, although it was a smile but no emotion could be seen, Shen Hualou didn't know what he was smiling, and slowly turned his eyes away to look outside.

Donghua looked at Shen Hualou's every move, and they all looked so similar to Shen Hualou. They used to look alike, especially those eyes, which were nothing like each other. But now, the woman in front of him is always the same as the one in his memory. The figures overlap, but it always feels a little weird, and there is something that can't be explained.

"Go, you will know."

Hearing Donghua's words, Shen Hualou turned his head slowly, looked into Donghua's eyes, and asked, "My lord, can I ask you a word?"

"What are you talking about?"

"If Ms. Shen can't be saved or the one who was saved is no longer her, what will you do?" She asked lightly, as if she was asking tentatively, with a little caution.

Donghua just looked at her so firmly, with a cruel and cold face: "She will only be her, and no one can replace her!"

Shen Hualou's heart skipped a beat, and then he laughed: "I will try my best to get the things, and I will do everything I can." Including revenge!But Shen Hualou didn't say the last sentence, all she wanted was to see how they died, otherwise how could she be worthy of living her life again.

The flames in Shen Hualou's eyes were seen by Donghua at a glance, but he never knew that she went there with a spark of a prairie fire.

Donghua took her to the suburbs, a rather old house surrounded by kapoks.

Shen Hualou likes kapok, so he is very familiar with it. He has not used it in May now. The No. 11 day in April every year is the day when kapok blooms. The faint fragrance brings back the memories of his previous life.

The reason why I like it is because it means cherishing the person in front of me, so she cherishes it.

"Why does the prince like kapok?"

Donghua didn't speak, but just looked at the distance obsessively, and the painting building also looked into the distance, and said bitterly, "Is it because it is the color of blood?"

Shen Hualou's words immediately touched Donghua's heart, because she had said to him back then: "The indifferent and ruthless Prince An is definitely not because he cherishes the person in front of him, but because he is the color of blood!"

(End of this chapter)