If it weren't for the despicable King Chu Xiang, and if it wasn't for the antidote, who would be willing to stay in the palace of King Chu Xiang and give Yin Luzhu, a wretched man with broken sleeves, a good look?
Yin Luzhu followed quietly, taking every step with extra care for fear of falling. She had no idea that the boy in front of her had already scolded her a thousand times in his heart.
When Yin Luzhu walked into Hanyue Terrace, he felt a biting coldness in the room.
She gathered her clothes and looked around.
This is an elegant courtyard. The house is filled with lush green bamboos, set against the white snow, and has a unique flavor.
At this moment, a hidden weapon suddenly struck.
Qing Luo's eyes turned cold, and she unsheathed the sharp blade in her hand, blocking the hidden weapon that was flying towards Yin Luzhu.
Looking at a white jade hairpin that fell to the ground, Yin Luzhu blinked, "Thinking of killing me?"
Qing Luo raised her eyes and looked not far away.
Yin Luzhu also looked over.
In an instant, his eyes tightened, and he fell unexpectedly into a pair of clear eyes. Those eyes were as clear as lake water, neither rain nor fog, lined with wisps of haze, like when all things gathered together, in the warm time. Slowly settle.
"What are you doing here again?" Xuanqing, dressed in a green shirt, was sitting in front of the window, holding an ancient book in his hand and grinding it carefully.
Yin Luzhu saw that in addition to indifference, there was also a trace of disgust in the way he looked at her.
However, even if you hate someone, you shouldn't hurt others at will. If it weren't for Qingluo just now, she would have been injured.
"Didn't you say he was sick?" Yin Luzhu turned to look at Wang Yi behind him.
Just when Wang Yi thought Yin Luzhu was going to be held accountable, he heard her say: "Sure enough, she is seriously ill."
"..." The hand holding the ancient book trembled slightly.
Xuanqing raised his eyes in disbelief.
Those eyes passed through the flying white snow and slowly fell on Yin Luzhu.
Seeing Xuan Qing's indifferent look, a flash of eagerness flashed across Wang Yi's face. He hurried into the room and stretched out his hand to tug at the corner of Xuan Qing's clothes.
"Sir, it's time to take the antidote soon. Do you remember Mr. Bai who had the antidote withheld last month because he insulted Yin Luzhu, and his muscles and veins were severed and he died?"
Xuanqing's hand held the corner of the ancient book slightly tighter.
"Let him in."
Hearing this, Wang Yiyi was overjoyed and immediately ran towards Yin Luzhu.
As a result, Yin Luzhu was welcomed into Hanyuetai Hall.
Xuanqing's inner hall was elegantly decorated, just like his people.
Xuanqing took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea and disgust in his heart, and turned to look at Yin Luzhu.
"How are you doing, Your Majesty?"
"What does it have to do with you whether I am good or not? If I am not good, can you solve my problem or something? If not, then stop meddling in the beautiful man's affairs!"
Yin Luzhu blurted out a sentence without thinking.
Don't think that if he pretends to be enthusiastic, you will forgive him for his sneak attack just now.
Xuanqing was slightly startled, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yin Luzhu.
In the past, all he had to do was say a word to Yin Luzhu, and he would be happy for a long time and forgive himself for all the harm he had done to him.
How come this moment? He's like a mean old madam who finds fault with others!
"What's wrong with you?"
Yin Luzhu asked with a cold face.
These men are just annoying.
Seeing his impatient attitude, Xuan Qing didn't say anything more. He just raised his hand casually and said, "My arm hurts a little when I do it like this."
"Then don't do it like this!"
"..."
Following Yin Luzhu's indifferent words, there was a suffocating silence in the huge hall.
