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Chapter 608

Chapter 608

"Qiu Yueniang, the second daughter of Marquis Xuanping, was once the twin sister of Xiao Guanyin in the capital. It is said that she died in the Northern Mongolian border war in the second year of Wuzhao."

"At the end of the same year, the Xuanping Hou Qiu Qili Tongbei Mongolia case occurred. All the men above fifteen years old in the whole family were executed at Caishikou, and their families and subordinates were all convicted." He said calmly.

The mysterious figure suddenly appeared, and with a strong sense of pressure, he opened his mouth and told all the details about himself.

Mrs. Yue paused for a moment, but still raised her eyes calmly: "Your Excellency is very knowledgeable."

The two maids beside her had already drawn their daggers and pointed at Qiao Yan defensively.

Qiao Yan narrowed his eyes: "I have something to discuss with Madam in detail. Can I speak alone?"

Mrs. Yue raised her hand and signaled the two maids to leave.

The two maids couldn't help but stop them: "Madam, you must not..."

"Go down!" Mrs. Yue interrupted them neatly.

The two maids always knew what kind of temper their madam was, so they could only sigh and glare at Qiao Yan warningly before leaving the room.

Only Mrs. Yue and Qiao Yan were left in the room.

Mrs. Yue casually took a new porcelain cup and placed it in front of him and poured a cup of tea: "Your Excellency, what do you want to say?"

Qiao Yan did not answer her, but brushed his white fingertips over the gleaming mother-of-pearl inlaid on the table: "A person who can afford even golden nanmu, but the willow furniture in the same house, the lady seems to like willow wood very much."

.”

Mrs. Yue's interest was waning: "Today, everyone has come to ask me what kind of furniture I like. Why, you think I have no good taste, so you are vying to give me a set of good furniture?"

Qiao Yan tapped the mother-of-pearl with his fingertips, then raised his deep eyes and looked at her intently: "No, I'm here to see my wife off to the Underworld."

Mrs. Yue was stunned, her beautiful and cold face trembled slightly, but she said nothing.

...

An hour later, two maids came in and saw Mrs. Yue drinking tea with a calm face.

"Madam, is that person... an assassin?" One person couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. Yue was silent for a while and sighed softly: "No, he can be regarded as an old friend."

At this time, there was a faint hint of dawn on the horizon, which was dark and hazy.

...

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Ming Lanruo woke up.

The sunlight fell in, forming a patch of gold on the ground. It was clearly June and the sun was shining in the mountains, but there was no warmth.

She sat up slowly and felt her pulse briefly. Apart from weakness, there was no major problem.

Ming Lanruo suddenly felt relaxed. It seemed that the new voodoo technique he had created by combining the Siamese head-lowering technique and rhubarb had much less backlash than the previous voodoo techniques in Miao territory.

But it's not the last moment yet. When the poison attacks, we can't take it lightly.

You will see the results in a few days.

She glanced at the bed opposite and saw a slender figure sleeping sideways.

Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment. She had almost never seen Qiao Yan get up later than herself. What did this man do last night?

She guessed, got out of bed and walked to Qiao Yan.

Seeing that his eyelashes were long and slender, hanging down on his fair face like a gorgeous black feather fan, it seemed that the sleeping person had a sense of tranquility and vulnerability that was rarely seen in ordinary times.

Ming Lanruo didn't expect to see such a thing as fragility in this man.

She held her chin and looked at him carefully.

Suddenly, the closed eyes opened, and a vicious and sharp cold light suddenly shot out, but after the pupils reflected her appearance, they instantly became much warmer.

"Are you awake, Xiao Ming?"

Ming Lanruo: "..."

It's better to call her "Little Empress", it's much more pleasing to the ears than Xiao Ming, who often appears in children's enlightenment books.
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