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Concubine Shu gave a sound, which was extremely charming.

However, only Hu Lun could see how impatient the master was. Before he could turn around, his eyes were already cold.

As the master's close eunuch, he had to serve him, so regardless of whether he wanted to, he could only follow Qian Yumo out of the hall, staring at the purple robe corner floating in front of him, and only to kneel to the ground as soon as the corner of the robe stopped swinging.

But the master doesn't seem to have the intention of stopping, and the surroundings are getting quieter and darker.

The wind swept the snow on the branches and fell on his face and penetrated into his collar, but he did not feel cold at all. He only sweated and soaked through the brim of his hat.

The snow sounded monotonically in his ear, and this silence seemed to weave an impenetrable net, covering him, tightening it, and almost suffocating.

He wiped his sweat and laughed dryly: "Master, you are really good!"

Indeed, if six years ago, the master was afraid that he would go on the spot, or he would hold Feng Liang's collar and force Luo Wener's whereabouts, but now he can sit there steadily. Except for himself, no one can feel the waves in the master's heart. Isn't Concubine Shu obediently waiting for the master to go back? Does this mean that the woman named Luo Wen'er is actually not in the master's heart...

"Hu Lun!"

Hu Lun's mind was empty, and when he woke up again, he was already kneeling on the ground.

He looked at the diamond dragon boots parked in front of him, and his hands were deeply covered with snow, but he smiled and said, "Master, these shoes are too thin to wear outside. The small ones will go back..."

"Hu Lun, are you challenging the patience of loneliness?"

Hu Lun hurriedly kowtowed to the ground and stained his forehead: "The little one dares not, the little one just thinks that she is like this now, isn't it in line with the master's intention?"

"Lonely heart?"

There is no need to look up. Hu Lun also knew that Qian Yumo narrowed his eyes, which must be colder than ice and snow.

"Master forgot? That day, the master said..."

"But I didn't let you take her..." Qian Yumo clenched his fist.

He was just angry and said that he was going to seal her world beauty. How can he imagine...

Hu Lun has always liked to be smart and often speculate about his intentions. How can he not know his intentions, but he dares to...

took a deep breath and looked up to the sky.

It's been half a month, but it's been half a month. She went to prison. How can he... know nothing?

What is he doing?

What has he been doing recently?

Hu Lun was a little confused: "I didn't do anything small..."

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly realized: "Master, do you think Miss Luo is..."

hurriedly moved forward a few steps: "Master, it's not a small matter. When he came back with his master that day, the little one had been waiting beside him and never left him. Master, you are clear, but what is small is wrong!"

gritted his teeth: "It must be Lang Hao, it must be Lang Hao who deliberately framed him!"

Just now, he also hated that he concealed the news of Luo Wen'er, which made him scared and almost scared away.

He wiped his cold sweat and smiled: "The son of the Lang family is Lang Han, and he has always been close to his brother Lang Hao. I think it must have been done by Lang Hao's instructions..."

Qian Yumo's eyebrows suddenly shook, and then Hu Lun saw Lang Hao, dressed in night clothes, kneeling behind Qian Yumo, raising his dark eyes and looking at him coldly.

Hu Lun shivered.

It's really unfavorable. Knowing that this guy is not here, it's a disaster... No, he didn't frame him. The matter was in their Lang family, and they were making trouble.

By the way, Lang Hao also seems to be interested in Luo Wen'er. Who knows if he uses this to sow discord with the intention of inserting a needle?

Lang Hao lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "The imperial concubine used the fairy water of the world's beautiful people, and half of her face was ruined. I have been staying in the palace for a year, and I don't know what's up to now.

It's really strange. Lang Hao actually said more than ten words today and defended himself, which was really a pioneering experience. But everything is getting darker and darker. He just wants to say that he has nothing to do with this matter and begs his master to be exempted from responsibility.

However, the matter is in your Lang family. Who is responsible if you are not responsible?

Hu Lun was about to open his mouth and scold him, but he saw Qian Yumo's dark eyes and immediately choked.

"Hu Lun..."

The master's voice was very light and his tone was very slow, but it was like a thin blade, slowly swimming on his skin. The blade passed, leaving a thin red mark, which was cold and painful.

He hurriedly buried his head: "The little one doesn't mean to hide his master, it's just..."

It's just that the master didn't ask.

But is this the reason? The master won't say it if he doesn't ask you? You know the master's mind, isn't it intentional to trap Luo Wener to death?

However, it was because he knew the master's mind that he thought that Luo Wener could not stay! He doesn't want to see his master criticized and absurd again. Isn't it a good thing that he can borrow someone else's hand for such a righteous reason besides her?

The key is that the time is wrong.

The boundless law stipulates that murderers can only be killed in the second season of spring and autumn. She rushed to the New Year, otherwise it would have been long ago.

It's strange that the son of the Lang family is an indecisive figure. He wants both inside and face. If he commits it in the hands of Shang Keyi, Luo Wen'er's life will whine on the spot. But who makes Shangke, who is born in a family and a princess, disdains everything related to the unsuffians?

Recently, he has only been counting days. Once the first month comes out, the trouble will be solved, but...

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know."

"Did she pass the message?"

"I don't know."

"What is the extent of the case trial now?"

Indeed, as the king of a country, it seems that you should not ask about the life and death of a parable, otherwise those families will make waves, and the master's accumulation in recent years will be lost. Of course, he knew that what the master was worried about was not these, but... The master was afraid of bringing any unnecessary trouble to that person, or even murder, because he was too concerned. Therefore, the master can only ask him. But he...

"I don't know."

Qian Yumo suddenly wanted to laugh. He also smiled, and the rising white fog drowned the sporadic snowflakes and everything in front of him.

"Has she... been sentenced?"

Hu Lun's hand sank deeply into the snow, and the piercing ice traveled through the blood of the skin, freezing the sweat floating on his face into fine ice beads.

"Small... I don't know."

"What can you know?"

Qian Yumo suddenly roared, but not to him, but to himself.

What's going on? How could this happen? He didn't know anything about her. I don't know how to live or die, and I don't even know which prison she is in. What is he doing these days, what is he doing...