Chapter 32 Close Again

Xi Xinmiao fled the palace like running all the way. The eunuchs on the way saw it. Anyone would think that Miss Xi in the general's mansion was humiliated in public. She was ashamed and wronged to leave.

Since then, Xi Xinmiao left the banquet angrily halfway and Cheng Shishi, the first talented woman, showed her talent at the meeting and became a hot topic in the capital. Of course, this is the second story.

Return to a master and servant again.

"Miss, don't run away. It's far enough." The words are full of the sense of superiority of success and jokes. I didn't expect that the young lady's acting was so much like that she almost believed it.

Feeling that there was really no one nearby, Xi Xinmiao was relieved and took a soft breath. The corners of his lips smiled slightly. If there was a streamer on his face, it rippled the peerless glory that others could not compare.

"How's it going, miss? My acting skills are good, right?" Speaking of narcissism, he shook his hair and couldn't say all kinds of amorous feelings.

"Miss, you are so awesome. I thought you were going to cry. It's hard to make people believe it." Bing Ning couldn't hide her admiration, and her star eyes smiled, softening the coldness of the past.

"The person who can make your young lady cry hasn't been born yet."

"However," Bingning paused for a moment and looked complicated. "The seventh prince doesn't seem to be a role to underestimate." Some worries.

"It's okay. Haven't her parents decided on marriage affairs since ancient times," she said calmly, because these bullshit rules could not restrain her.

"That Princess Li has no good impression on me anyway, and my goal has been achieved. I'm not afraid that Qi Che will come to find fault with me. No matter how hard it is, I will make him regret it for the rest of his life. The wind blew, and with her sudden cold tone, it looked particularly gloomy. It's obviously a sunny day, but I always feel a gloomy cold air, which makes people shudder.

When the crisis was resolved, they slowed down and walked on the road.

Xi Xinmiao seemed to mention it inadvertently: "Who is the peacock at the meeting?" Lingxiu's eyes are like moon fragments, touching, and people can't see any emotions.

Bingning shook her mind slightly, as if she understood, "It's Jin Biyao, the daughter of Hubu Shangshu. Because she is the only daughter, she is extremely favored, and she has developed a wayward and unruly personality." Thinking of her disrespect to the young lady just now, Bing Ning's face darkened, and her eyes were like ten thousand years of ice, and there was a touch of coldness.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "The name sounds good, but it's a pity." His fingers circled his hair and said intriguing words.

No one has ever offended me and didn't pay the price.

At this time, the sun was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes, but the weather was unpredictable. Who knew if it would be a downpour soon. Life is interesting when it is full of unknowns, isn't it?

Feeling that someone gently pulled his sleeve, Xi Xinmiao turned his head to Bingning doubtfully.

"Miss, look at the front." A whispered reminder.

"Front?" He turned his head again.

Suddenly, my face was covered with black lines and the water was cold. Did I owe you in my last life? Or is the world too small to meet you anywhere?

Fengshen stood handsomely, dressed in a snow coat, and his face with clear diamond horns was as cold as a sculpture, but when he looked at the heart of the table, he was as tender as water, blooming like a white lotus smile, a pair of deep blue eyes flowing with gentle light, handsome but with a trace of mysterious charm.

Standing next to Feng Xue, she was obviously a cute baby face. She had to pretend to be indifferent to strangers, dressed in black and expressionless.

The two masters and servants are white and black, which is a perfect match. It is difficult not to attract people's attention.

She was speechless, stroked her forehead with her hand, and rolled her eyes to the sky: You really don't know what it is to keep a low profile. Haven't you noticed that the onlookers on the street, men and women, old and young, have gathered more and more?

As if nothing had happened, I wanted to take advantage of the large number of people and directly ignore them passing through. Unfortunately, there is still a certain distance between imagination and reality.

"Heart, I'll take you to a place."

Without waiting for her to refuse, her hand had been tightly held and pulled away from the crowd. She didn't say a word from beginning to end, because she didn't have time to speak at all.

Bingning wanted to keep up, but was stopped by Fengxue.

"Hey, what's your master's plan? Where is my young lady going?" Looking at the distant back, Bing Ning frowned unhappily and stared at the annoying guy in front of her.

"Don't worry, the prince won't hurt the young lady. We just need to wait patiently." With a faint explanation, his expression was a little loose. I couldn't stop sighing in my heart: Hey, the prince has become not like a prince. I hope he will return to normal as soon as possible.

Leaving aside Bing Ning Fengxue, they stopped in a courtyard and broke free from his hand. Xi Xinmiao said coldly, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say you don't know me? I'll let you start to understand now. Here is the first step, and you will know more in the future. The warm tone was serious, looking directly at her for a moment, and did not miss any ups and downs in her eyes.

The clear eyes are like empty stars, which makes her a little intoxicated.

He raised his eyebrows and then looked around. On the contrary, he was an elegant and leisurely residence, which was suitable for his indifferent personality. Last time I heard that there was a formation here. Is there any mystery hidden?

As if he knew my question, he explained patiently: "The formation is just to cover people's eyes and ears. After all, there are many people who want to kill me." The heavenly voice, the warm tone, but makes people feel deeply chilled.

Although the power of Blood Valley is strong, there are always some scum who coveted the deep martial arts. Fear is a fact, but there are not a few people who want to defeat him to dominate the martial arts. It's a pity that it hasn't been able to succeed.

Xi Xinmiao didn't say a word. She can't control the affairs of the world and doesn't want to fall into it. Let them fight. It's none of her business! Besides, if she wants to kill him, she really can't think of anyone who has this ability. She is simply looking for her own death.

He quietly looked at someone who had nothing to do with it. He only felt that the bitterness in his mouth slowly fainted, and there was a slight bend of self-deprecating on his mouth. After all, did you think too much?

Unexpectedly, the way he looked at her was a little gloomy, and she was slightly sluggish. Is it her indifference that makes his bright blue eyes dim?

My heart is unconsciously throbbly. Lock your eyebrows and clenched your fists, a little unbearable.

Unnatural words: "It seems that you have to prepare a few more coffins. With your skills, those little Luo Luo is self-destructive. As the saying goes, the disaster has been left for thousands of years. You must have a long life." Although it was still not salty or even implied a sarcastic tone, it undoubtedly lit up his hope. Because she clearly saw the rejuvenation of the gorgeous in his eyes, which was so charming and dazzling.

Looking at someone with an awkward and uncomfortable face, the water will smile, especially the eyes like a lake slowly ooze out of the gentle and charming stream of light.

"Ye-huh, since my heart has said something, I will definitely prepare a coffin for them next time." It's like a promise. Seriously, he really hasn't considered this aspect. People in the world die when they die, and a pile of white bones are buried in loess. No one will remember you, and no one will pity you. Only the strong and the winners are qualified to be remembered and worshipped.

It seemed that he thought of something again. Shui Yihan suddenly frowned and couldn't help but take Xi Xinmiao to the room, take out a white medicine bottle from the drawer, open the red cloth plug, and make a posture to remove her veil.

Xi Xinmiao quickly leaned back and dodged, "What are you doing?" Unhappy frown.

He snorted angrily, "Are you going to go back like this?" Come up again.

This time she did not object and reminded in advance, "It's none of my business to be scared." Thinking about this, I'm really looking forward to his reaction.

The moment you untie the veil, there is no expected panic, but only a strong pity, yes, pity. His reaction is always unexpected. Why? ···

Dip the droplets in the medicine bottle and gently stroke the face, so gentle and careful. The sunlight outside the window casts in, hazyly depicting the man's perfect outline like a sculpture, the high bridge of his nose, the tight red lips, and the water smoke in the phoenix eyes, as deep as the sea. The clear blue eyes are reflected by her, and only I am the reflection.

The ambiguous touch of his fingers on his face is numb. Her nose was soaked into his smell, and the elegant lotus fragrance was mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, which made people intoxicating charm, and her heart was slightly confused.

The slender Yulian finger gently slid back and forth on her face, as if she wanted to hook up the softest string in her heart. Heart--" A charming sigh, like a dream, like a light rain, nostalgia.

His heart trembled slightly, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes, and suddenly became clear. He quickly restrained his mind, gently curled his face, broke away from his breathtaking blue eyes, and did not dare to look at it again.

The room fell into silence again.

She took the lead in breaking, "It's getting late. I'm leaving."

"I'll give it to you."

"Ye-huh." Slightly nod.

The two were silent along the way.

"Heart." He stopped and looked at me, "Don't do this again, okay?"

Do you know that my heart will hurt in this way? He said so in his heart, but he didn't say this sentence.

The white lotus-like hand was jade in the sun, with her back to the sun. She couldn't see his expression at this time, but she still stared at him and forgot to refute.

"That doesn't count. In fact, you don't need to wipe acne, it will disappear later." Xi Xinmiao answered with a little guilty. I don't know why, in front of him, her momentum is always not high. Is this called one thing falling one thing? The legendary nemesis? Natural enemy?

But who surrenders to whom, who is whose nemesis, appearance, inner elephant, who can tell clearly...

The sharp-eyed Bing Ning saw them from afar and ran over, "Miss." I want to see a little clue from Xi Xinmiao's face.

"Let's go." I'm a little confused. I just want to go back quickly.

When passing by Shui Yihan, his body stopped, "You and I are just a gamble. It's a big taboo to fall into it, you know." There is no coldness, like warning him or persuading himself. After saying that, he left without looking back.

The water coldly looked at the decisive back of Yiren's departure, and she stopped without a trace of nostalgia.

There was a stream of light in his eyes, muttering, "Do you know that I have already been trapped in the mud, gambling?" He smiled and raised a slight and unclear arc, "It's just an excuse for me to approach you openly."

"The prince." Looking at her master like this, Feng Xue felt that there was unspeakable loneliness and loneliness around him. She couldn't help shaking her head and sighing: Is the world a thing? Teach life and death directly. Who would have thought that the prince was the owner of the blood valley who used to be in high spirits and walked alone in the world? The word love hurts! So I couldn't help but make a sound.

Retract your sight, "What's the matter?" He also restrained his lonely breath, and he regained the unfathomable depth, which was difficult to see, and his eyes were like ancient wells without waves.

"The man who insulted the young lady has ordered someone to deal with it." He answered respectfully. If you dare to offend the young lady, you don't want to die. It's already a great mercy to leave her with a cheap life.

"Ye-huh." He nod and left.

The wind surges, raises the sleeves, and cuts the perfect curvature. People go, no shadow, leave fragrance...