Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

"Sister Huang, what do you mean, the prince did this?"

I didn't answer Yunhui's words, and Yunhui was still thinking about it.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly realize, "I understand, the third brother has always been working for the prince, and now the third brother is banned by the emperor, so it is of no use, and he knows too many things about the prince, so the prince wants to kill the grass. , so as to avoid future troubles."

I was a little appreciative in my heart, Hua Wuyan held my hand in the palm of her sleeve, and shook it gently.

I know what he means, he appreciates that Yunhui is smart.

But I didn't answer Yun Hui's words, I just looked at him, "There are some things, as long as you know it yourself, don't talk about it everywhere."

Yun Hui was a little pleased with himself because he had figured out the key to this matter, and looked at me and said, "Don't worry, Huang Jie, I will never tell others about this."

I nodded slightly, closed my eyes and fell asleep a little tiredly.

But for some reason, when he closed his eyes, he really fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was already on the bed in Zhaoxia Palace.

There is a faint green wood fragrance beside me, and I know that is the person I can rely on most.

I turned over and put my arms around his waist under the moonlight, looking at the outline of his face.

Every time I turn over, he will definitely wake up.

Noticing that I was looking at him, Hua Wuyan hugged me a little tighter in her arms, and whispered in my ear, "Go to sleep."

I buried my head in his arms, and said in a muffled, slightly sad voice, "No face."

Behind him, his warm palm caressed my back, "Go to sleep."

Didn't sleep well all night.

On this new year's alternate night, I tossed and turned all night, but I seemed to be awake in my sleep.

Waking up but being dazed, reality alternates with dreams.

I can't tell what's real and what's fake.

As the day dawned, I felt as if I had survived a night of discomfort.When Hua Wuyan got up to practice kung fu as usual, she got up suddenly.

He turned around and looked at me, "Why don't you sleep a little longer, I haven't slept well all night."

As he spoke, he wanted to help me lie down.

But I shook my head, "I don't want to sleep anymore, I always feel very stuffy."

He held my cheeks, kissed my forehead lightly, smiled softly and said, "Then get up, it's good to do some activities, and rest when you're tired at noon."

He put on a plain brocade gown with narrow sleeves, his long hair tied behind his head with a ribbon, and a long sword in his hand, looking neat and tidy.

It was very different from his usual majestic and awe-inspiring appearance when he was dressed in official uniform.

I also changed into my regular clothes, put on my cloak, and followed him out of the palace,

I stood under the eaves of the corridor and looked at his back, holding a long sword in his hand, walking slowly to the empty space in front of the hall.Suddenly, I felt a sense of familiarity.

Whose figure is so similar to him, but I can't remember for a while.

The sky is dimly lit, and there are still lamps in front of the hall.

He stood at the moment, turned his head and smiled at me warmly.

Then I saw the long sword in his hand wielding martial arts.

The long sword is like a wind, and it makes a low buzzing sound with the flip of his wrist.

His long hair fluttered around his body as he turned and moved.

A suit of plain brocade clothes, like a goshawk spreading its wings, spreads out in the air.

I stood on the porch and watched quietly, with a slight smile on my lips.

I stood on the porch and watched quietly, with a slight smile on my lips.

I have been watching him from the porch, never moved.

When the flower is gone