I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 142

Stepping on the shattered candlelight all over the floor, they walked through countless winding corridors, climbed over the wall and entered the palace. The two of them moved lightly without disturbing anyone.

The lights in the inner hall of the Eight Phoenix Hall have been extinguished, and only a few lights in the outer room cast a faint light.

"Hush." ​​Looking at the dark palace not far away, Su Tian made a gesture, stood on tiptoe like a thief, and took Quan Juan's hand to the back window: "Fortunately, I was prepared, and today the window edge The lock is not on."

"Cross the window?" Quan Juan looked at Su Tian, ​​feeling a little unbelievable for a moment.

"What do you think?" Su Tian chuckled, and pushed Quan Juan who was standing still while moving the window: "Hurry up, otherwise it will take a long time to explain it to the palace people."

Quan Juan lowered his eyelashes and remained motionless.

"Brother Ping, please let me beg you." Su Tian listened carefully to the movement around her. Seeing that Quan Ping was not moving, she couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and was a little anxious. When she heard her voice carefully, there was still a trembling sound: "Is it just to turn the window, a man?" Sir, is there anything you can't do?"

"...No." Quan Jue took a step back and said.

"why?"

Quan Jue paused for a moment, then replied flatly: "Only thieves break in through the windows in the middle of the night."

Su Tian's eyes widened, she took a deep breath, and then she calmed down after a while, pointing to the window and saying, "Who is a thief if you enter your own door?"

Quan Jue frowned slightly, and corrected her: "That's the window."

"Ah Fen is clearly making excuses. If you're like this, I'll just... ah..." Su Tian puffed up her cheeks. Before she could finish speaking, she was picked up by someone and went straight to the main entrance.

Su Tian was a little frightened, and swallowed the rest of the words back into her stomach.

Quan Juan's movements were so light that even the palace servants who were dozing off at the door were not disturbed, so he quietly pushed the door open and entered the inner hall.

After entering the inner hall, Quan Juan put the person down, and Su Tian's white palm stroked her chest gently, with a blushing face, she let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, he slept deeply, and he was not found."

Quan Jue lowered his head slightly, his eyes were deep: "If everyone is like the man who is watching the night today, I am afraid that the assassin can also enter the land of no one. Can Your Highness still sleep?"

"This... is true." Su Tian was startled when she heard the words, then nodded and said: "It's because I didn't think comprehensively enough, so I sent someone to change the post tomorrow."

There was no light in the inner room, Su Tian groped to find Mu Shi, tripped over the screen, lost her balance, and the next moment, she was pulled into her arms by the waist.

His lips brushed against Su Tian's ears, and Quan Yu said softly, "Be careful."

Su Tian lowered her head with blushing cheeks, and said in a soft voice, "The furnishings in your room are somewhat different from mine... I... I didn't walk by with my eyes closed."

"Your Highness is relying on me? Huh?"

Su Tian solemnly clasped her fists and bowed her hands, she was too close, her smooth forehead just touching Quan Juan's chest: "Then I will be my eyes."

"Hand out."

Su Tian stretched out her arms obediently, tiptoed towards Quan Juan, her almond eyes shone slightly in the darkness.

Quan Jue lowered his head, flicked Su Tian's raised forehead: "What are you thinking, turn around."

"Oh." Su Tian rubbed her painful forehead, heard that she stretched out her arms and turned around, her complicated and wide sleeves drew an arc in the darkness, caressing the back of someone's hand, itching lightly like a feather.

"Don't move." Quan Yan's fingers passed through her waist from behind, moved up slightly, and fumbled for the tie of the outer shirt, and untied it with a hook of his fingertips.

Su Tian held her breath, not daring to move.

Quan Yu lightly took off the complicated outer shirt on her body, closed it slightly, put it on the wooden cloth beside her, then turned around, and put her fingers on the ribbon of the inner jacket around her waist, moving slowly.

(End of this chapter)