It wasn't her fault that she climbed over the wall
"Don't worry about this. I will take care of it when it gets dark. As for you, just have a good sleep first and wait for the sound of my triumph. When the time comes, dress up and wait to be my fortress.
Madam, hahahaha!"
Putting on a full-on ruffian smile, she did not forget to raise her jade hand to touch her smooth chin. Hyacinthia was completely immersed in her fantasy of the Mountain King. Little did she know that there was a hint of guilt in Rong'er's lowered eyes.
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Night is coming soon, and amid people's expectations, tonight's moon is exceptionally bright and bright, as if it wants to burn something.
After Hyacinth watched Rong'er fall asleep, she pulled up her hair and covered her face. She took a sip of hot water and sat on a chair for a while. The moonlight came in from the outside and illuminated the two flat door panels on the ground.
With a sigh, he quietly climbed out of the window, straightened his clothes, and walked to the courtyard door in a swagger. Then he leaned on the door and took a look outside. Four tough and big men were standing outside.
Didn't even blink.
What should I do to get out of here without disturbing more bandit killers?
This was difficult for Nobuko, but she did it!
The night wind picked up, and some weak grass on the wall was shaken by the beating. It staggered and changed its position. The moon seemed a little cold, and seemed to look down on the humble grass. It pulled the clouds around it to cover it.
, hiding all the brilliance.
Outside the courtyard of Lingxin Courtyard, a few lanterns were also lit. This was an order given just last night, so it seemed that this old courtyard was not used to it yet. The lonely candlelight was covered with brand-new silk, giving off a faint light, and it was cold.
It was deserted, but it also illuminated the wall and the trembling hands, which were snow-white and a little trembling.
After a long time, a dark head popped up, covered with a gray veil, only revealing a pair of beautiful big eyes. At this time, it was extremely bright.
It wasn't her fault that she climbed over the wall, it was just the guards who refused to let her pass.
The sound of the heavy object hitting the ground was very loud, and Hyacinthia's eyes were full of tears. She held her butt that was a little numb from the fall with one hand, and covered her lips with the other hand to prevent herself from crying out in pain. Fortunately, several big brothers outside the door watched motionlessly.
Looking forward, his eyelids still didn't twitch. He was really a good comrade who was focused on nothing.
Hyacinth rarely goes out, or almost never goes out. Although she has a photographic memory, she is a complete road addict. Now the night is dark and windy, and she can hardly tell the difference between east, west, and west. The map in her memory
The Blood Moon Pond, which occupies the entire southeast corner, has become increasingly blurry. Hyacinth sniffed hard and kept cheering herself up. For a new life, you must move forward bravely and fight bloody battles. There is no revolution without blood.
There is no war without death...
Hyacinthus is not afraid of death, nor of dead people, so she is not afraid at all when walking at night in the dark. The wind blows under her feet and she walks very fast. However, the road becomes more and more wrong as we go. There are fewer and fewer lanterns and more and more trees.
The more you look at it, the more it looks. It doesn't look like a cottage yard at all, but more like... this is clearly a forest.
No, she had to go back. When Hyacinth turned around, she saw a dark jungle with two paths glowing with a faint white light, which looked particularly beautiful. But, which road did Hyacinth come from? Thinking about it carefully, she realized
Isn't it true that we haven't hit the road yet? Could it be that we have fallen into these two narrow paths?