But it was obvious that Liu Yu couldn't let Duke Dingguo take the risk of offending His Majesty, otherwise he would not have thought of sending someone to kill her.
In other words, she doesn't want to marry, he doesn't want to marry, and the "divorce letter" can't be written casually before the "marriage bestowed by His Majesty".
But with the idea that a dead fellow Taoist would not die a poor one, the only way... is to let something happen to Liu Yu and Su Su. What Su Su would say to almost everyone who chases her is that she does not seek wealth and glory, but Su Su will not be a concubine, nor will she serve a husband with other women, so Liu Yu, who loves her like his life, will definitely be willing to take great risks to break the engagement with Su Mu.
Su Mu nodded, and felt that her analysis was very reasonable. She had already prepared Su Su and Liu Yu's uncooked rice to cook mature rice with unscrupulous means, but if there was only a pot without rice, the rice would not be able to be cooked.
So starting from today, she pinched her fingers to count the days when Liu Yu would appear on stage.
However, unexpectedly, in the dead of night, Liu Yu came to find him on his own initiative.
At that time, Su Mu was coming back from the kitchen to make some late-night snacks. On the way back to the room, after the cold wind blew by, there was an extra person wearing a black robe and a mask covering her entire face. man with silver mask.
He appeared so silently, under the cold moonlight, he looked like a ghost.
Su Mu's footsteps did not stop, but continued to move forward silently. As a matter of course, she bumped into a wall of people, and the tip of her nose hit a hard chest. From the beginning to the end, the man wearing the silver mask remained motionless, giving one a vague feeling that this was his last mercy to a dying person.
After a while, Su Mu withdrew his hand, took a few steps back in shock, and asked uncertainly, "Is it the young master?"
Her eyes are dull and out of focus.
Unable to hear the answer, Su Mu said fearfully again: "Young master forgive me, but the servant is blind. I don't know that the young master is standing here and contradicting the young master. I also ask the young master to spare the servant this time."
The atmosphere is quiet.
Very quiet.
At this time, the wind stopped strangely.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Su Mu's back. She looked so normal on the surface, but she was already yelling in her heart. It has been several days since she was attacked in the ancestral hall last time. During this period, she She was never attacked again, even so, but she would never walk alone in a remote place again, she played the blind man very well, even when she caught a glimpse of a patrolling guard who fainted not far away, she didn't show any signs of it. What emotions.
But in the end, I still scolded MMP in my heart.
"Eldest young master... This servant will not affect you to go back to your room to rest, this servant will leave now." Su Mu bowed his knees, bowed his head and left again. When passing him by, he did not stop her, and she felt relieved in one breath.
Suddenly, a strand of hair from the back of her head was grabbed by someone.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Su Mu held his head and was forced to back away, his little face was almost distorted.
The man finally made a sound, "There are thirty-two maidservants in the Prime Minister's Mansion, how could I not know when there was a blind girl here?"
This piercingly cold voice made the listener feel as if his whole body was exposed to the icy wind and snow.