Apart from the so-called birthmark and the deliberately painted sallow, Xiao Shuiyue in the Prime Minister's Mansion is nothing. This face, to use a word from the 21st century, is enough to make Xiao Shuiyue dozens of blocks away.

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Xiao Shuiyue's appearance is called Qingcheng, so with such a face, wouldn't it be that she is so beautiful as to be immortal?

With light flowing in his eyes, Le Sang looked at the things covering his face on the dressing table, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

If you don't have the talent to practice martial arts, if your face is exposed in front of others, it will be like shouting at your enemies to kill you.

Mrs. Prime Minister, you really worked hard.

Even now, her painstaking efforts are still of some use to her. Even Dongfang Liyuan might not recognize her after she has unloaded her things.

Therefore, it is absolutely safe to use this face when going out to do things. It is like wearing a mask, and no one will know her true identity.

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After blowing out the candle, Le Sang flicked the piccolo in his hand, a faint light flashed, and the person slipped out quietly.

Even though Prince Ning's Mansion is heavily guarded, for someone like her who is almost integrated with the night, it is nothing but a trivial matter for her to come and go freely.

The night was as cool as water, and from the most pristine Songshan Mountain on the border of the imperial capital, several vulture calls could be heard from time to time.

Among the mottled tree shadows, Le Sang, dressed in black night clothes, kept shuttling through the forest until she reached the depths. She jumped directly onto an ancient tree with hundreds of years of growth rings, and sat lightly on the outstretched tree.

On the branches.

A few birds sitting on the tree noticed something was wrong, and immediately fluttered up, consciously giving up a place. However, after giving up a place, they seemed to sense something was wrong, and fluttered up again to make way for another place.

The night is endless and everything is quiet.

Le Sang glanced around with cold eyes, and when she saw that there was nothing unusual, she took out the piccolo from her sleeve.

The whole body was green and green, and although the light of the piccolo was not conspicuous under the night sky, it was enough to illuminate Le Sang's face, which almost brought disaster to the country and the people.

A trace of hesitation flashed across her eyes, and she simply closed her eyes and adjusted her luck.

A few minutes later, those bright starry eyes opened, and Le Sang slowly brought the piccolo to his mouth. His attitude of risking everything, was quite a bit like the wind rustling and the water cold, the heroism of a warrior who is gone and never returns.

She really doesn't have much research on music. She can play every musical instrument, but she's not very good at it. After all, you usually don't need these when you go out to kill people.

Since this flute was once called a treasure, it must have something special about it. She was really interested in using the flute sound to command the vegetation.

There was no one in Songshan anyway, so she could give it a try in the middle of the night.

The night breeze rustled and the leaves swayed.

A hundred meters away from the tree where she stayed, under an ancient tree, a touch of black truly blended into the night, without any warmth or sound.

The piccolo was brought to his mouth, and a trace of confusion flashed in Le Sang's eyes. Playing randomly would definitely not work, so what should be the right tune to play it?

After thinking and thinking, a divine song appeared inexplicably in her mind. This divine song was widely circulated in the 21st century, so she remembered the tune relatively clearly.

The corners of her mouth were slightly sketched, and she tried to use this tune for the time being.
Chapter completed!