The concubine was reborn, and the cold prince was made red in the face

Zuo Xiangning followed the masked man into a narrow alley, which was pitch dark with no lights on both sides.

Zuo Xiangning's steps became slower and slower.

It's dark and windy at night, which is a good time to seek wealth and death.

"Can't walk anymore?" The man turned around and said, "It's not far, we'll be there soon."

"Where are you taking me? Don't you want to sell me?" Zuo Xiangning stood there, refusing to go any further, her big eyes filled with fear.

"If I wanted to sell you, I would have sold you long ago." The man pulled her forward, "My home is in front."

Zuo Xiangning was dragged forward by her uneasily, until she reached the door of the innermost courtyard.

The man knocked twice, and with a "creak" sound, an old man holding a lantern opened the courtyard door from the inside.

"Master is back." The old man welcomed them into the courtyard with a smile on his face.

Zuo Xiangning heard the old man call him "Master", and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This man didn't lie to him, this should be his home.

Zuo Xiangning followed them and turned two corners in the corridor before arriving at a small courtyard.

The small courtyard was square and not big, with only three main rooms. An old lady stood at the door, watching them enter the courtyard, and hurriedly stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said enthusiastically: "Master and the girl, please come in quickly. I have prepared hot water for you, wash your hands quickly, do you want some midnight snacks?"

"No, you go to bed early." The man asked them all to retreat, and then said to Zuo Xiangning: "Aren't you bored? There are no other girls here, so you can do everything yourself. ”

Zuo Xiangning was stunned for a moment.

"Also, there are few rooms here, and I don't trust you to live alone. I'm afraid you'll run away, so I reluctantly share a room with you."

Zuo Xiangning was even more stupid now.

"You didn't have a falling out with Qingquan Temple and were kicked out, right?" Zuo Xiangning said with big eyes shining: "I tell you, this kind of deception is not something you want to do. If you don't do it, you can stop doing it. But didn't Buddha say it all? Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. As long as you have the intention to correct your evil ways, it's never too late. Otherwise, you can follow me. Well, how about it? Don’t worry, I will keep you safe and make sure those people from Qingquan Temple can’t hurt you at all.”

The masked man looked at the woman who looked like a little fox and couldn't help laughing.

This woman is like a blank piece of paper, with all her thoughts written on her face, yet she actually wants to trick herself into following her.

Why is she so stupid? so cute?

He really wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and rub her cute little face with both hands.

After laughing, he found that he was even more reluctant to let her go.

"What are you laughing at? I'm telling you something serious." Zuo Xiangning said a little annoyed: "Do you think they can let you go if you hide here? Just like me, I left Chuzhou so I'm far away, why don't they let you lead people to hunt me down?"

Zuo Xiangning paused, looked at the man and said, "They are not angry because you didn't kill me, so they want to deal with you, right?"

"You are so smart." The masked man nodded seriously, "It's because of you that I ruined my job. Now they are not only looking for me, but also you. You also know that they are not kind, so we only have Just hide here and wait to avoid the limelight before making any plans."

"You are really sick!" Zuo Xiangning was shocked and angry when she saw that she had guessed it right. "Since you are leading me to escape, how dare you sit on the boat and listen to the opera in such a big way? Are you really brave? big."

"A small hermit hides in the wild, a big hermit hides in the city. The busier the place, the safer it is." The man's voice was calm, as if everything was under his control.

"Then why don't you live in the theater? There are so many people there, it's really lively." Zuo Xiangning sat on the chair without a feminine look, touched her luxurious dress, and complained in a low voice: "Wearing such clothes What kind of menial work can you do when you come out?"

"It's okay. I'll have someone prepare two more sets of coarse cloth clothes for you, just for work."

What big spring and autumn dream is he doing?

Without saying a word, Zuo Xiangning washed her hands and face with the water in the basin, then directly put down the bed curtain and lay down on the bed.

Whoever uses it does it herself, she won't wait on it. But she was still a little scared.

She heard him splashing water into the yard, then the sound of water from the east, and a moment later the footsteps reappeared in the room.

Zuo Xiangning's heart was in her throat as she walked towards the bed step by step.

She pulled off the thickest hairpin on her head and held it tightly in her hand, pricking up her ears to listen to what was going on outside.

She was determined that she couldn't defeat him, so she could only rely on surprise and a fatal move.

But the footsteps stopped outside the bed and didn't move again.

After a while, the people outside turned around and left again.

Zuo Xiangning was so nervous that she didn't dare to move.

She didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up again, the hairpin was already placed next to her pillow.

She sat up from the bed, stretched out, shook her shoulders, and found that her neck was stiff.

She stiffened her neck and got out of bed and went outside.

She leaned against the door frame and looked at the man practicing his sword in the yard.

The sun shines through the early morning mist on his resolute face.

His movements are smooth and coherent, sometimes like a gust of wind and flashing sword light; sometimes like a trickle of mountain spring, calm and restrained.

The light of the sword and the sunlight contrasted with each other, as if he and the sword were the only ones in the world.

Zuo Xiangning was actually fascinated by it.

"Are you up?" The man sheathed his sword, turned around and looked at the woman with messy hair, who looked like a kitten that had just woken up, and said with a smile: "The clothes for change are on the table, and the washing place is in the east wing. The cooking place is in the east side room of the front yard.”

Zuo Xiangning turned around and walked towards the east wing.

After she washed up, she saw a man standing at the door, blocking the door tightly.

"You don't need me to cook?" Zuo Xiangning asked.

"You'll starve to death after cooking." The man smiled and moved away from the door. "Go and change your clothes, and then eat."

"Oh." Zuo Xiangning responded, took two steps out, then turned back and stood at the door looking at the man fetching water from the basin.

"What are you still looking at there?" The man put the basin on the shelf, looked at her, and said with a smile, "Do you want to wash it again?"

Zuo Xiangning wanted to see what he looked like when he took off his mask.

Now that he had discovered it, he had no choice but to go back to the room, pick out a moon-white quilted skirt from the table, and put on a light blue jacket.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror and wanted to comb her hair, but when she looked up and saw herself in the mirror, she almost scared herself to death.

She didn't say anything because her hair was messy, but what was going on with her face?

What kind of rouge did those two girls put on themselves yesterday?

She washed her face twice, but not only was it not washed off, it was stained all over her face.

No wonder the masked man kept looking at me and laughing.

He was so bad that he didn't even tell himself!

Are you treating yourself like a monkey?