When the words Mingyi came out.
Jiang Yue was stunned for a while. She looked at Zhou Ji and her eyes gradually became wary. She had never mentioned this name in front of Zhou Ji.
The one who used to be arrogant and domineering was just a princess.
Except for herself, almost no one in the world knows her name.
Jiang Yue looked straight at him, her eyes looking extremely noble and cold: "What did you say?"
Zhou Ji felt that when she heard this name, she was like a lazy kitten basking in the sun, and its fur suddenly exploded.
His pupils were like deep and calm lakes, so quiet and far away that it was almost impossible to see anything.
The man's thin lips moved slightly and he slowly said: "Mingyi."
Jiang Yue was quiet for a long time. It turned out that she heard correctly. His name was Mingyi. How did he know? Has he already seen through her identity?
Or maybe the male protagonist’s golden finger made him awaken in a way that he shouldn’t have.
Jiang Yue doesn't know what Zhou Ji means. Do you want to expose her? Or are you warning her? What is his intention? Don't you think it's scary?
Even the soul in the body has been replaced.
Aren't you afraid that she will turn into a ghost and crawl out to take revenge on him?
Well, none of that matters.
What's important is how he knew her account.
Jiang Yue took a deep breath and decided to pretend to be dumbfounded. She straightened her face and said, "You are not allowed to say these two words."
Zhou Ji was indeed testing.
She was so perceptive that her eyes changed almost the moment she heard what he said clearly.
How did Zhou Ji know this name? It was still those dreams that tormented him every night. Occasionally, he seemed to be pulled into another world in his dreams.
The sky was pitch black.
The heavy pressure of the palace eaves.
There was also the blowing wind and snow.
In the winter when the sun shines and the snow shines, the man's health is always not good. He often coughs, looks pale, and the room has a strong bitter medicinal smell.
He always looks expressionless, showing no emotion at all.
It seems like a beautiful woman without emotions, anger, sorrow or joy.
The mortal world was nothing in his indifferent eyes.
It was quiet at night, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.
The mansion was heavily guarded, and even if people kept coming to assassinate him late at night, they would never come back. There were no marks on the assassin's body, and no items that could identify him were left behind.
It seems that a foolproof plan has been prepared in advance.
Whether it succeeds or fails, there is a way out.
But the man didn't look surprised or anxious at all.
It seems that I already knew who did it.
He didn't take it seriously. The tricks used by the favored princess in the palace were nothing in his eyes.
Her methods are straightforward but very childish.
He indulged the members of the royal family and took advantage of them.
If you can still endure it, then it's okay.
Until that day, on a rare sunny day after snow, the man was recovering from an illness. He was standing on the porch wearing a long gown. The cold wind was blowing the man's long black hair, and his complexion was a bit whiter than the snowy color.
The heavy frown and eyes, even if he didn't say a word, still had a compelling sense of majesty.
He was holding a square handkerchief, embroidered with blooming red plum blossoms. The handkerchief seemed to have been well preserved and looked as if it was new. He held it carefully, lowered his eyes, and looked at it quietly. I stared at the pattern on the handkerchief like this for a long time.
Maybe he was thinking of the difficult time in Yanzhou.
The arrogant girl looked at the blood on his face with disgust. She sat on the horse, looked at him condescendingly, and threw her handkerchief to him: "Wipe the blood off your face."
He took it in a daze, his fingertips touching the soft satin, as if he could smell the wisps of fragrance.
The tips of the ears quietly warmed up and gradually turned red.
He curled up his fingers and held the delicate handkerchief tightly.
It was as if what he was holding tightly was not a handkerchief, but her hand invisibly grasped, bit by bit in his palm, catching the bright and brilliant light that belonged only to him.
Finally, this square veil.
He quietly stayed.
She didn't ask him for it. To her, it was just something worthless and precious that was given casually, but he greedily and despicably hid it with himself, carefully hiding it for many years.
The cold wind was bleak and biting, and the man coughed softly against his lips, his throat stinging slightly.
He casually wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, his face showing no expression at all.
The medicine has been cooked in the kitchen, and the strong smell of herbs is almost choking and makes the tip of your nose feel bitter.
The maid lowered her head and carefully brought the medicine to the adult. Even though the man in front of her was as handsome as an immortal, she did not dare to take another look.
The man picked up the medicine bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The bitter and astringent medicine was swallowed down his throat without expression. He put the bowl back and said coldly:
"Go down."
"yes."
The man spoke very little, and the house was always so quiet year after year.
The maid took the medicine and walked out. When she was far away, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked the sister who had just accompanied her to deliver the medicine.
"Sister Ling, fortunately you are with me, I was so scared that I couldn't even breathe."
"Your Excellency has a cold face, but he is not someone who will beat and scold servants at will. But just now..." The maid named Sister Ling slowly frowned and couldn't help but say, "The square handkerchief in Your Excellency's hand seems very..." It looks familiar, I must have seen it before.”
And very impressive.
Only then will you recognize something is wrong at a glance.
In the flash of light, the girl suddenly remembered that the petals were outlined with double-sided embroidery at the bottom of the square handkerchief. That was——
Princess Mingyi loves to use it!
She used to be a maid in the Queen's Palace, doing odd jobs, but she would meet Princess Mingyi from time to time.
Her Royal Highness the Princess is so bright and beautiful that she always comes to the Empress's bedroom. She looks like a coquettish girl who loves to act coquettishly.
Very likable.
The maids in other palaces are secretly envious of the people who serve in the princess palace. Not only do they often receive rewards, but they are also not treated harshly by their masters.
There was something strange on Lianyu's face, and she couldn't help but mutter: "Why do you have Princess Mingyi's handkerchief?"
Everyone knew that those in the palace didn't like the regent very much, but there was nothing they could do about it.
For most of the year, assassins often set up ambushes to assassinate him.
Everyone knew who did this.
Lianyu couldn't even think of any other relationship between these two people. They didn't get along well with each other in face and heart.
Lianyu carefully recalled the veil she had just seen. It was definitely not that she had missed it, it was the veil that Princess Mingyi only had.
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill on her back, like a piercing awn, which was really unbearable.
She glanced back subconsciously, her eyes widened, and she immediately knelt down, "Sir."
The man's face was even paler than on this snowy day, and his hoarse voice came over in a deep voice: "Who were you talking about just now?"
