522 who retaliates

As early as before Luo Wener returned to Bichi Palace, someone had reported the "snow hug" to Qian Yumo.

The person can't say too much. He just said that Luo Shangyi seemed to have an old disease and her legs and feet were not good, and then the Heavenly Wing Holy King "helped" him.

People who came didn't seem to know that Luo Shangyi was the former princess of Wing, otherwise it would not have been so obscure. However, the flashing eyes, the words that wanted to say, and the wine bottle that reminded him that the Holy King of Tianyi had been overturned on that day were all hinted that there was a mystery.

So when Luo Wener stepped into the door of the palace, there was silence all around. Only Qian Yumo sat on the edge of the desk, dressed in snow, covered in the dark, as if it had condensed into an unchanging shadow.

Her heart is a little tight.

The rumors in the palace have always run faster than anything else. I don't know how many people are paying attention to that scene and waiting, but Nie Ziyan is so similar to her...

If it is a kind of happiness to be with your beloved, but this happiness comes from the similarity in his memory, then what about now? Is this similarity still a kind of luck?

"Amo..."

She doesn't know how to explain it. The question is, will he believe it? She is not a person without a "exor record". Even now, Qian Yuyi is still more protective than Sichuan, and Qian Yuyi's purpose of returning to Beijing this time is obviously not simple.

With Nie Ziyan, she should indeed leave sadly, and Qian Yuyi happens to be her way out.

Will he think so?

"I'm back..."

In the hall, his voice sounded faintly, probably because it was too empty, sounded slightly echoing and a little hoarse.

She nodded and heard him say, "Come here..."

She walked slowly, and saw him slowly raise his eyes... In the dark, his eyes, which had always been gorgeous and elegant, were waveless.

"Sitting down..."

She sat down slowly...

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, he threw her down, his lips crushed her lips hard, and his breath shook on the side of his neck.

Is that so? Is that so?" His voice fell painful in his ears.

"Amo, I..."

Even if she didn't see the scene of the conspiracy, she could imagine what kind of scene would make Qian Yumo so crazy.

"Amo, that's not..."

Should she say it? Whether he believes it or not? However, she knows the position of Nie Ziyan in his heart. Will he think...

"I know all about it!" His breath suddenly calmed down, and then hugged her tightly: "Don't leave Bichi Palace during this period. Cloud, I don't allow anyone to take you away!"

Luo Wen'er was a little confused.

Does he know? What did he know? He...

However, Qian Yumo got up and walked out of the door without looking back.

There is a coldness in the hall.

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At night, it was very cold, and the wind blew over the treetops and whined.

On such a winter night, even the well-dressed patrol guards did not want to stay outside, and the palace people who were afraid of the cold had already closed the doors and windows, quickly finished what they had at hand and went to bed.

Yong'an Palace is also silent.

The palace lamp is still high, and it is still the atmosphere of the New Year, but it can't warm this cold winter night.

In the distance, there seems to be the sound of snow stepping on it. It's smelled and disappeared. Probably the branches somewhere can't bear the snow. It's broken.

However, there is a figure, silently passing through the corner door on the west side, hidden in a line of darkness that could not be illuminated by the palace lights under the corridor, moving forward quickly, like a wisp of smoke, and soon disappeared into a window...

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In the Concentric Hall, Nie Ziyan was wrapped in a lotus perilla woven gold brocade quilt, and unconsciously grasped the lotus-colored translucent cloud silk clothes, and her eyes widened.

At this time in the past, she had already fallen asleep, but tonight, she seemed to be looking forward to something, and she couldn't sleep anyway.

She seemed to be settled in the dark, and she didn't know how long it took. She seemed to feel someone sitting by the bed.

"Who?" She turned her head in horror.

but I heard a smile.

She sat up in a hurry and shrank to the corner of the bed with the quilt in her arms: "How did you get in? Get out of here!"

"Oh, who told me that there was no guard at the West Point Gate in the day?"

In the daytime? What did she do in the daytime? Did she say something like that?

Nie Ziyan is a little confused.

But that man has begun to untie his robe slowly.

"What are you going to do? Get out! If you don't leave, I will call someone!"

However, a masculine breath has approached her and immediately blocked her breathing. She heard a voice sound lazily: "Do you really want me to go out?"

She suddenly didn't know what to say, but when the hand held her shoulder, she finally couldn't help pushing him away.

"Oh, isn't it waiting for me? I thought that the Yong'an Palace was empty and there was no one on duty to welcome me. That's why I'm sorry to bother you..."

He made up his way to leave, but the robe in his hand was pulled: "Wait..."

The corners of his lips smiled and forced her to come to her again: "Can't help it?"

When Nie Zi's cigarette head heard such explicit words, she was ashamed and angry for a moment, but the wide shoulders, narrow waist and strong chest hidden under the middle clothes were clear and angular even in the dark, showing their strength, which made her throat dry and tight, and she couldn't spit out another word.

And his voice slowly sounded in his ear: "Deep palace is lonely, watching him spoil a woman exactly like you, but it's not you. Don't want to revenge?"

She never thought that the iron-blooded man who killed countless people on the battlefield had such a charming voice, which deterred her heart like hypnosis.

Yes, Amo spoils another woman. That woman is so similar to her, but she is not.

She is anxious day and night in this kind of suffering.

How can I relieve the anger in my heart?

Revenge?

Revenge...

"Also, as a woman, you can only waste your time and waste your youth. Don't you want to taste the joy of being a woman?"

Joy as a woman?

She is a little confused.

She has had it, but in the distant past, and today...

I suddenly remembered the scene where she almost drowned in the snow.

She raised her eyes... This man, this man...

In the night light, thousands of wings slowly unfolded with a soulful smile.

She was probably really frighted by him. She could only look at him for a moment and suddenly reached out and hugged his neck...

Qian Yuyi looked at the woman's confusion and felt a trance.

She and Wenwen are really similar, with her appearance and figure... Even this delicate call is the same. He can't help but wonder why he created two women who are so similar.

However, after all, she is not her. She is just a woman who wants to borrow him to revenge on Qian Yumo. She clearly knows that he is** her and humiliating her, but for her unwillingness and her happiness, she submits to him and mutters under him.

And isn't it a kind of revenge?

Qian Yumo robbed his beloved woman, and he was going to sleep with his woman, humiliate his woman, humiliate him!

Yes, Ziyan was also his mind, and he also hated that he robbed her. If so, will he kill two birds with one stone today?

"He really snolds you..."

However, as soon as the words came out, my heart suddenly hurt, so Wenwen, his Wenwen...

Nie Ziyan's eyebrows trembled.

She understands this man's intention. For him, she is just a tool to revenge on Qian Yumo, and he... This is also the man who once loved her and missed her.

But now...

She should have punched him.

Luo Wener, why, why are they all yours?

She looked at the black eyes with obvious ridicule in front of her, suddenly smiled, raised her head, and bit the angular lips...