Yuwen Haoyu possessed himself and kissed her on the forehead, but Luo Ling was unhappy. Zhang Shaoliang didn't say anything, but now Yuwen Haoyu didn't tell her, but the more he didn't tell her.
, the more she wanted to know.
"Just tell me, I'll listen to it as a story." Luo Ling stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeves.
Yuwen Haoyu sighed lightly, took her shoulder, raised his hand and pinched her small and straight nose with helpless expression: "You, look at you like this, if I don't say it, you will probably think more."
Luo Ling looked at him undeniably. Since he knew, he wouldn't say it earlier.
At midnight, it was still old, Feng Yin opened the window, and soon Qingyi appeared in the room. If he blinked a few times, he would find that he appeared in the room almost out of thin air.
"You go investigate someone. The man who came to the Queen's palace during the day seems to have a good relationship with the emperor. Go and check what his relationship is with the queen." Feng Yin sat at the table and said in a faint voice.
.
"Yes, Miss." Qingyi nodded and responded.
"Also, in two days, come to me and set the fire. Just throw it to the queen."
When he said this, Feng Yin looked down at him, and his voice was cold: "This matter must be done well."
Qingyi frowned slightly, but still bowed her head and agreed, "Yes, Miss."
"My father knows about my injury?" Feng Yin asked, then looked at Qingyi with a little interest and said, "So, what did he say?"
"The general said nothing, but he was very angry after hearing about the lady's injury."
Hearing this, Feng Yin looked at him thoughtfully, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I understand, go back, don't forget what I told you."
"Yes, Miss, my subordinates take their leave."
Qingyi turned around and left quickly. Feng Yin sat at the table and poured herself a cup of tea as usual. It was late at night, and the tea was already cold, but she just liked the cold tea, which was bitter and cold, and it could make people instantly
Much sober.
Just as Qingyi was about to leave the palace, he met a man holding a folding fan in his hand and wearing a light blue robe outside the palace wall. The man stood outside the palace wall. Every time he settled, it seemed that
, just waiting for him.
Qingyi didn't want to be too much, and looked at him taking possession and just bypassed it. Unexpectedly, the man blocked the other side again, and his bright eyes shone with cunning splendor in the dark night.
"Brother, since you have met, why not compete? It is said that your skills are superb."
Old God Zhang Shaoliang was watching him. He had really tried a lot to follow him. Since this guy entered the palace, he didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing it if he accidentally did.
Qingyi looked at him coldly, knowing that he was deliberately blocking him here, so he did not avoid it and directly launched his posture. However, his purpose was not to compete, but to block the road.
Cleared it, I was just rushing back.
Seeing that he was disguised, Zhang Shaoliang naturally understood the meaning. In the blink of an eye, two of the best light skills in the Great Chu State launched a duel outside the palace wall.
Both of them are very good at light skills. When they fight fiercely, they can hardly see movements and body shapes to change positions...