Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 15
When Shen Hualou came out from the morgue, it was almost Yinshi.

Her heart sank to the bottom, she died once and hadn't learned how to communicate with people.

That person's name is Li Jun, not Man Zhen.

But she didn't even know whether the Man Zhen in other people's mouth was real or not, she was just so half-believing and dubious to be put on the table by others!
In this deep palace, she has walked the road once, and will never repeat the same mistakes again, she told herself thousands of times.

Qianji looked at the bluestone bricks under her feet, they were collaged seamlessly, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror under the bright moonlight. There was no other reason, but because countless people had trampled on it, stepped on it, and washed it with blood.

She squatted down slowly, stretched out her fingers and scratched lightly. The sharp nails scratched across the bricks and made a squeaking sound. The sound was not loud, but it could make people extremely disgusted.

It sounded like the sound of skin being cut.

After a long time, she got up and quickly returned to the courtyard where the girl to be drafted lived. The silence in the house was like a ghost palace in hell.

Before she entered the courtyard, she saw that nun standing in the distance.

She watched herself go into the courtyard, into the house.

She just watched without speaking.

Hualou didn't know if he already understood the meaning in her eyes, but even if she understood, she would not want to understand, because she was not the person she used to be.

Pushing open the door, Hualou walked in very slowly, step by step, and saw Li Jun sitting in front of the vanity mirror. When she saw Hualou coming in, she hurriedly got up, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Sister Qian, are you okay?"

She is really good at acting. At this moment, Hualou suddenly wanted to see how long she could act in this big dye vat. Her taboo towards herself now was nothing more than the fear that she would also be selected.

However, Li Jun was wrong.

"You hope I have something to do?" The corners of Hualou's mouth rose slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Li Jun's heart skip a beat. It was so similar, so similar, it was a flash in a flash, but it was already a memory still fresh.

"Sister, what are you talking about? How could I expect something to happen to my sister? You can rest assured that your sister is fine." She took Hualou's hand as she spoke.

Hualou smiled lightly, as if he really believed what she said.

"I'm fine, see what you're worried about." Hua Lou pushed her hand away without any trace, and walked slowly to the front of the dressing table, and sat down slowly.

She looked at the bronze mirror, and the scene at that time looked very strange, because the moonlight came through, with a bit of coldness, and the face of the painting building in the bronze mirror looked extraordinarily weird.

Li Jun looked at her and felt cold: "The first person I met when I entered the palace was you, sister, of course I was worried."

Hualou raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around slowly and said: "Actually, sister, don't worry, if you worry, you may say the wrong thing, just like Master Su told me today that I went out last night, sister, did I sleepwalk out last night?" ?”

Li Jun was astonished, and quickly explained: "How can they say that about you? I told them that we were disturbed by the cat last night, and then we went back to the house. How could they misinterpret it like this! No, I'm going to find them a theory!"

After finishing speaking, she pretended to be annoyed and trot towards the door. Hualou looked at her back with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth. She saw that Li Jun's footsteps slowed down as she approached the door. She knew that Li Jun was waiting. But she didn't make a sound, and it wasn't until Li Jun could not continue the performance that she said, "Did my sister forget? It's late at night."

(End of this chapter)