"Prime Minister, Prince Yin and Minister Su are here."
Shen Nanxiao frowned subconsciously, "No."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Luzhu walked in together with Su Yu.
Coming forward, Su Yu bowed and said in a low voice: "I have seen the Prime Minister."
"Yeah." He hummed a syllable inaudibly, and then lost his voice.
He sat there silently, like a sculpture.
Yin Luzhu came forward and looked at him with lowered eyes, "Shen Nanxiao, are you feeling better?"
Shen Nanxiao's eyes narrowed, and the hands under his sleeves couldn't help but tremble slightly.
It's been a long, long time since I heard someone call his name. The last time, it was from her mouth.
Shen Nanxiao's eyes were a little sour and his Adam's apple rolled. He suppressed the pain in his heart and slowly raised his eyes.
The Yin Luzhu in front of her was dressed in white, with three thousand black hair tied up with a hair tie. She seemed to have stepped on the moon, and she had a romantic and unruly nature that was deep in her bones.
Those eyebrows, at this moment, had an unreal feeling of familiarity.
Yin Luzhu looked at Shen Nanxiao silently. In his painfully clear eyes, he saw the agreement that had been made over the years and the unavoidable affection.
Taking a step forward, Yin Luzhu raised her hand and gently touched his forehead.
Before he could refuse, she quickly withdrew her hand and said, "Shen Nanxiao, do you have a fever?"
Shen Nanxiao raised his eyes and looked at her in shock. He felt as if his breathing was about to get stuck and his heartbeat was beating like a drum.
The Yin Luzhu in front of him, for some reason, gave him a very familiar feeling.
Like...
Fu Wansheng!
After a moment, a hint of self-mockery appeared on Shen Nanxiao's lips. He looked away from Yin Luzhu, and in an instant, he returned to the former prime minister who was aloof and kept strangers away.
"Prince Yin, what's the matter?"
Yin Luzhu paused for a moment, "I just went to Qingxue Tower with Su Yu."
"Then what?"
Yin Luzhu looked at him and suddenly became silent.
Seeing this, Su Yu said: "We went to the kitchen of Qingxue Tower, but there were people blocking us from entering. Later, we sneaked into the kitchen, and the smell of blood was very strong inside."
"Isn't it normal for the kitchen to smell strongly of blood?"
Xiao Yue, the guard standing on one side, asked sarcastically.
Su Yu handed over a lantern, "Don't you think this lantern is different from ordinary ones?"
Shen Nanxiao reached out and took it, observing it carefully.
The lantern in his hand was delicate to the touch, exuding a faint fragrance, and a hint of blood hidden by the spices.
Yin Luzhu stood on one side, silently looking at Shen Nanxiao and the lantern in his hand.
The hand hanging by his side pinched hard and pierced the palm of his hand. His eyes were filled with pain, but his face was calm.
At this moment, there was a storm in her heart that no one knew about.
Shen Nanxiao's hand turning the lantern suddenly froze, and his eyes fixed on a black mole on the lantern.
He stared closely at the lantern in his hand, his deep black eyes like crystal obsidian, clear and as cold as ice.
The next moment, the tears in his eyes suddenly burst out, like broken beads, rolling down one drop after another, dripping on the surface of the lantern, and then sliding down silently.
His delicate facial features and fair skin are like a thousand-year-old ancient jade, flawless, slightly transparent, and yet giving people a cold feeling.
Looking at his expression at this moment, Xiao Yue was a little puzzled, "Master, master, what's wrong?"
"But what's wrong with this lantern?"
