015 Taohuawu

At night, there is no star and no moon, everything is swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

In the prime minister's house, the nurse's courtyard lined up neatly and patrolled with an open fire. A black figure, like a fish, jumped to the wing in the backyard.

That is the fragrant boudoir of Murong Xueyan, the daughter of the prime minister's house - Qingxin Xiaozhu.

Murong Xueyan turned over in her sleep and was awakened by the soft sound of "Geden" on the window. Then, she heard the sound of small footsteps in the room in the dark.

"Who?" Murong Xueyan asked warily.

The room was so dark that she could only see a figure in black gradually approaching.

"Why don't you talk?" Murong Xueyan sat up and patronized her boudoir in the middle of the night. This person is...

The figure in black suddenly pulled out the fire fold and lit the candle on the table.

"Flower picker?" Murong Xueyan said the words she thought of.

"How do you know I'm a flower picker?" The man in black turned his face, but he looked handsome and trimming his eyebrows. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at Murong Xueyan, "There is no trace under the bottom, and there is no trace of 'the swallow has no trace'."

"No trace?!" Murong Xueyan began to be nervous, and she remained calm on the surface. It seems that this flower picker is different from the kind that usually jumps into bed when he sees a beautiful woman. It should be reasonable.

"That's right, I like smart and elegant women without trace. Whether I get married or not, I want to have a kiss..." The traceless head told me that consciously "picking flowers" is a noble "profession".

"Oh? So, what's your reputation in the world? Murong Xueyan took the opportunity to delay the time and secretly wondered if she could attract the nursing home if she shouted...

"Do you know that there are three 'firsts' in the world now?" He held his hands and paced back and forth in the room.

"Which three 'first'?" Murong Xueyan is really interested in knowing this.

"The First Killer--"

"Border city. I know this person. He even dares to assassinate the emperor today.

"The first butterfly..."

"You." Murong Xueyan pointed to the traceless.

"That's right, it's the 'flower picker'." There is no trace of conceit.

Murong Xueyan said curiously, "There is another 'first'. Who is it?"

"That is Yu Wenshuang, the owner of the world's first Zhuang Yufeng Villa." When it comes to Yuwen Shuang, there is respect in the traceless eyes.

"Woman?" The dark eyes are coated with more curiosity.

"Yes, it's a woman, an omnipotent strange woman."

Murong Xueyan suddenly smiled: "It turns out that there is also a respectful woman in the heart of a flower picker. I thought that all the flower pickers regarded women as playthings.

Standing with his arms in his arms without trace, he looked at this bold prime minister's daughter with a new look. Most ordinary women were so scared that they lost their color and lost their soul when they saw the flower thief. The more the other party is like this, the more presumptuous he is...

"I'm a flower picker and a villain. Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I don't believe that everyone is born to do evil. I think you should have your own difficulties." Murong Xueyan smiled sideways, and her face was touching.

"The bitterness?" He smiled cynically, "What can I do?"

"If there is no pain, who is willing to live in the world with a bad reputation? If there is no pain, who doesn't want to be admired by the world? Murong Xueyan looked directly at Wu Trace without fear.

"You..." Guo Wuhen pointed to Murong Xueyan and couldn't speak. For a long time, he smiled, "You are the second woman who dares to look at me like this."

"Is Yu Wenshuang the first one?" She was even more curious about the legendary woman.

"Woth, it's really not easy for you to have such a bold mind at your age." There is no trace of praise.

From this sentence, Murong Xueyan knew that most of the crisis tonight was resolved.

"If I tell you that the soul in my body comes from a thousand years later, do you believe it?"

He covered the smile in his eyes without a trace: "Woman, I heard about your name as the first beauty in the capital three years ago. At that time, you seemed to be a fool. If I hadn't heard that you had been reborn, I wouldn't have come here.

"You haven't told me your story yet. Why are you afraid that I will tell you?" Murong Xueyan stared at him frankly.

"I have never told anyone about this." Guo Wuhen sat on the ground, poured the wine he brought with him into his mouth, and swallowed a big mouth.

"Do you know that there is a saying that describes between men and women - it's not Guan Fengyue, just for sincerity."

"It's not the wind and the moon, it's just for the sincerity." He stared at Murong Xueyan, who was as bright and unique as the moonlight.

"It doesn't matter. Some things have been held in my heart for too long. I will feel better if I talk to someone." After no trace, he poured another sip of wine.

Murong Xueyan got up, put on her coat, and sat on the opposite side to listen to the story.

"I was born in a martial arts family and have been obsessed with martial arts since I was a child. When I was fifteen years old, I got married to my father's biological daughter. At that time, I was obsessed with martial arts, and I only felt that it was dispensable for men and women. Of course, I am not disgusted with this marriage. But one day, when I went to visit my future father-in-law, my fiancee and her cousin co-designed and put Taohuawu in my wine..."

"What is Taohuawu?" Murong Xueyan couldn't help but interrupt.

The traceless tone explained flatly: "It is a kind of **, which is easy to make people lose their nature. The antidote is the love between men and women..."

Murong Xueyan's pretty face turned red and regretted her words.

Guo Wuqi turned a blind eye, and then said, "That day, I woke up ignorantly, but I found that there was a maid in my father-in-law's house lying next to me, and my clothes were not neat, my head was bleeding, and I had been killed for a long time. My fiancee decided that I was drunk and raped and killed her maid, so she wanted to terminate the marriage contract with me. And my parents and brothers..."

"No one believes you, right?" Similar things, the former owner of this body has also experienced, so he hit the pillar and died, and then there was Mu Zhiqing's "borrowing the corpse to return the soul" from the 21st century.

"How do you know?" Guo Wuhen looked at her sideways.

Murong Xueyan didn't say anything and stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me." After taking the traceless wine, he also took a sip. The spicy breath slid from the throat to the stomach, and the blood all over the body also boiled.

"I have experienced the same thing as you. Two months ago, I was ordered to marry King Jing. In the new house, I was designed to be "in adultery" with people. None of the onlookers in the bridal chamber believed me and forced me to a dead end.

"You..." A similar experience seems to be stunned, and this smart and exquisite woman suddenly feels like a confidant.

"I don't believe you. Didn't you even check it?" Murong Xueyan asked again.

"Yes! All the evidence was against me. They convicted me without even investigating. The marriage contract with my fiancee was dissolved, and they had to break their arms in front of everyone.

"Is that how you were forced to leave home?" Murong Xueyan looked at Wuhen with sympathy, "Your fiancee and her cousin?"

"Dog men and women." He gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Did you kill them later?" Murong Xueyan asked with a smile.

"No." Guo Wumu narrowed his eyes and seemed to smile, "I just caught the man and put him in the ** of a corrupt official's little wife."

"Ha..." Murong Xueyan couldn't help laughing, "This is called treating him in his own way."

"Since then, I have become traceless."

"Didn't your original name be Wu Mark?" Murong Xueyan asked.

He glanced at her obliquely, took back the wine pot in her hand, and asked, "Is this important?"

It really doesn't matter. The name is just a code name. Murong Xueyan smiled with relief - just like her, whether it's Mu Zhiqing or Murong Xueyan, in short, she is just herself.

"Woman, it's almost dawn. I have to go." There is no trace of it.

"Go...?"

"Although I like women, I never think about my friends."

"You mean...we are friends?" Murong Xueyan was overjoyed to see the change of attitude.

With a smile, he put three wood-carved butterflies in the palm of Murong Xueyan's hand: "Yes. If you need to find me, just put a jade butterfly in the palm of the Buddha statue of Jiaye Temple in the south of the city.

"You..."

It's not as long as Murong Xueyan asked again. Guo Wumu has brushed out of the window and waited for her to look for it, but where is there any shadow of Wumu?

Murong Xueyan closed the window again and went back to bed to rest.

After tossing around in the middle of the night and drinking a few more sips of wine, she slept particularly sweetly, and she was still dreaming at the end of the sun...

"Miss!"

The endless knocks on the door outside made Murong Xueyan have a splitting headache.

"Jinxin, what's the matter?" She replied, her eyes were too sleepy to open.

I want to sleep... Damn Jinxin, what's the matter? Do you have to come and wake her up?

"Miss, King Jing wants to see you!" Jin Xin's voice was eager.

"King Jing? Nangong Yi!" Murong Xueyan was so excited that she was not sleepy at all. She hasn't had any contact with Nangong Yi for more than half a month. Why did this guy come to her this time?

"Miss, if you don't open the door, King Jing will break in..." It's Xiurong's voice.

Breakthrough? This word made Murong Xueyan afraid to neglect anything. She quickly turned over and got out of bed, put on his coat, and said loudly, "Let King Jing go to the hall and wait. I'll come right away."

After brushing the grass, Murong Xueyan didn't even use breakfast and went straight to the hall.

I haven't seen you for more than half a month. Nangongyi's appearance has not changed at all from before. He only looked a little hesitantly and looked at Murong Xueyan coldly.

Murong Xueyan slowly recalled what she had done in the past half month. After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't figure out where she had offended this man.

Nangong Yi forced her to look at her, and her eyes were as cold as three feet of ice, which made Murong Xueyan shudder.

For a long time, Murong Xueyan couldn't stand such eyes anymore. She tried to ask in the most polite voice, "I don't know what's the matter with King Jing's arrival?"