Jimo reached out and touched his cheek, staring blankly at the brightly lit Prime Minister's Mansion in the distance. The cold wind was getting stronger, the wind was clear and the people were quiet. Before he could travel far, his longing was like the bursting of the river, singing wildly.

Suppress the lingering worries in your heart, Jian Yao, you have to be good...

In the dim sedan, Jian Yao lifted up the curtain of the sedan window and looked out. The world outside was hazy, with lights on and off, and there was a faint charm of loneliness and lonely feelings. Jian Yao bit his lower lip and raised his hand.

He looked at his green-white fingertips, and saw that the pink-white tips were surrounded by a faint halo through the light.

Brother Mu Cheng...

Jian Yao whispered, when he got up to wash up today, he was surprised to find that next to his pillow was a golden bamboo tube that had always been a message from brother Mu Cheng. It was as thin as a little finger and beautifully carved. A smile spread across Jian Yao's lips, and he eagerly opened the lid of the tube.

Pulling out a slender piece of paper and looking at it carefully, there was only one word on the signature: "Hurry!"

Jian Yao stood up and walked towards the remaining candle that had been lit all night. He raised his arms lightly and the lotus flew away with the flames...

Brother Mu Cheng was about to take action, Jian Yao clenched his fists excitedly, but he didn't know if Jian Yao was still alive on that day? Thinking of this, Jian Yao couldn't help but feel sad, Jimo is gone, Huaisha is gone too, now although Nanyang's military strength

It cannot be said that it is in vain, but it is not far off. It’s just that brother Mu Cheng needs a reason to send troops. What is it?

Putting down the curtain, Jian Yao slowly lifted up her skirt, curled her hands into claws, and scratched her inner thigh...

Tears gently streaked across the cheeks, falling sadly, making the beautiful face with ancient charm and elegance make people's hearts tremble with sadness.

Brother Mu Cheng, as long as Jian Yao can do it, he will try his best to do it!

You have to be good...

Wait for me to come back...

In the distance, in front of the Buddhist hall high up, Jimo lowered his head and pressed his wet and cold lips tightly to the back of his hand...

"The Marquis ordered your Majesty to wait here!"

"I understand, please step back first!"

With the gauze skirt raised, Jian Yao bent down and knelt respectfully outside the golden palace where Nanyang Marquis slept. Several maids bowed their heads and exited the outer palace. Before leaving, the guards on the left and right slowly pushed the heavy door panel with carved golden locks.

With a "bang" sound, Jian Yao lowered his eyes. Behind him was the high door with golden dragons and jade phoenixes, and in front of him was the gauze curtain made of spider silk. The night was deep, and the four luminous pearls in the outer hall were supported by four short golden pillars with dragon patterns.

As he stood, the palace was completely pale.

"whee……"

Lewd laughter came from the inner hall through the gauze tent.

"My beloved concubine, let go of me quickly, the queen is still waiting in the outer hall!"

"Let her wait... Well... I haven't had enough fun yet... Lord Marquis, let's try this..."

"...You little whore..."

The pain under his body gradually became numb. Jian Yao opened the corner of his mouth and showed a wry smile. He raised his hand and looked at his hand. After washing away the shocking blood stains, his fingers were still white. He looked sideways at the rain outside the window and the entire hall.

They all seemed to be floating up and down in the evening wind with the rain. The sound of rain was louder and softer, intermittent, like a beauty sighing, like the sound of a string of resentment, and the scenery in front of Jian Yao also became fluttering with the evening rain blown by the evening wind.

Miaomiao...

A shy gasp came from inside the gauze tent.

"...Master Hou...you say...who is more beautiful, the queen or the beauty..."

"...Of course you are beautiful...she is just a baby that has not grown yet..."

Jian Yao closed his eyelids slightly, and the sound of rain in his ears turned into a very cold melody. His fists gradually clenched, and Jian Yao tried his best to hold back the tears that were about to fall -

Brother Mu Cheng, tell Jian Yao what should I do!?
Chapter completed!