Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 87
The man in black fell to the ground, and a smear of red smeared from under his body. At this time, the guards of the Princess's Mansion had been awakened and came to the side hall.

Facing Yu Ziyao, she got down on one knee, lowered her head and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, how should we deal with it?"

The girl's voice was very calm when she responded to the hidden guard, and she couldn't see the slightest fear just now. She turned her face slightly, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips parted, "Those outside the door, go to the dungeon. Here, drag it out and handle it yourself."

"Yes."

After Yu Ziyao finished speaking, she walked out of the house with strides. Before leaving, she paused and turned her head to order, "Remember to wipe the floor clean, don't scare Xiao Ye."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

After leaving this order, Yu Ziyao left in a hurry.

The night sky outside was like a curtain, with a few stars hanging on it, and a drizzle of rain. The girl walked quickly, and finally left the side hall and walked to a corner.

As if wanting to protect herself to make up for the lack of security, Yu Ziyao slowly squatted down, pinching the corner of her clothes.

Because of the loss of the phoenix hairpin, her long hair that was tied up like a waterfall has been hanging down like silk.

Xiaoqi felt distressed in the inner world, her round face was also slightly wrinkled at this time, her baby voice comforted, 【Qianqian, you are also in a hurry...it's not your fault. 】

【You are also protecting Xiao Ye. 】

Moreover, in the age of cold weapons like the Ziyun Kingdom, life and death are often at the moment of the rich and powerful...

Listening to the system's non-stop comfort, Yu Ziyao's dark purple eyes recovered a little.

Of course she knew, but... this was the first time she had watched life go by slowly.

The red blood mist seemed to be still in front of my eyes.

The outside rain was getting heavier, pattering on the girl in the phoenix robe.

but it is--

Suddenly being covered by a shadow, like blocking all the rain from the outside world, Yu Ziyao's heart trembled slightly.

She was still squatting in the corner of the wall, slowly raised her drooping phoenix eyes, and the moon-white robe came into view.

The man held an oiled paper umbrella, which covered her head firmly. The oiled paper umbrella was not very wide, but the rain did not splash on her.

Instead, Ning Yunxiao's shoulder was soaked.

"I didn't sleep well, and I came out in the rain."

"It's really not good."

There was no obvious emotion on Ning Yunxiao's face at first, but when he saw the girl kept rubbing those tender hands, as if they were stained with something dirty.

Those pure black eyes flashed across.

It turned out to be, did you see blood...

He couldn't remember when he saw blood for the first time.

And Yu Ziyao's two little hands have been rubbed red by herself.

Clearly her hands were clean and spotless, green like jade, but she kept muttering: dirty.

As if that wasn't enough, Yu Ziyao got up to avoid the oil-paper umbrella, and slowly stretched out his palms to face the rain.

As if it would feel better this way.

"Squeamish."

Seeing Yu Ziyao's willful little movements, Ning Yunxiao said softly as if helpless, with a hint of connivance in his clear voice, and casually threw the oil-paper umbrella on the ground.

The figure of the girl approached.

Yu Ziyao shook her body like a deer, looking pitiful, it made people feel uneasy.

Ning Yunxiao lowered his eyes and looked at Her Majesty, the wayward and rain-drenched Empress, curled her thin lips, and said lightly, "Give me your hand."

Hearing what the minister said, the girl didn't realize what he meant, but she still slowly handed her a hand.

The girl's pupils suddenly shrank when she saw the man holding her palm——

Immediately, her green fingertips were sucked by a touch of warmth.

　PS: Tsk.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)