It's the grievances of the previous life, the retribution of fate.
Rong Xun thought, she must bring the nanny out in good condition, and she must not owe him more.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the drizzle coming from the sky. She didn't react until she was dragged by Murong Jin and ran into the pavilion.
"What's going on, like a idiot, I don't know how to run when it rains!" Murong Jin said dissatisfied, raising his hand to wipe off the water droplets on the black hair of the person in front of him.
Rong Xun was startled, and he turned his head when he could almost feel the warmth of his fingertips.
There was a moment of silence.
Murong Jin's eyes darkened. In her heart, is she such a stranger
Rong Xun stretched out his hand to receive the rain dripping from the corner of the pavilion, pondered for a moment, and said, "This rain will not stop for a while."
Murong Jin frowned, and the little girl was too blunt when she left the topic. It really made people feel that the roots of her teeth were itchy.
He is also a handsome boy anyhow, what's the abomination? Is there any way to make her feel grudged
Sure enough, still very unhappy!
Murong Jin grinned, and he wanted to touch the top of Rongxun's head when he turned his palm over.
Rong Xun took a half step back subconsciously, and the night wind blew up his dress, as if the clouds were flying away from his side.
"Don't move your hands or feet." She frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to pull the hair from her chest behind her ears.
The wind is also cool, the rain is also cool, and everything in the dark is so unreal, the shadows are brilliant, and it is more unique.
Murong Jin wanted to mess around, but for some reason, that thought suddenly stopped.
With no energy, he simply sat on the stone table in the pavilion, patted his side position, and said openly, "Sit down!"
It was rainy and cold in the autumn night and the stone table was cold. Rong Xun didn't want to sit, but he sat down looking at Murong Jin's slightly sad expression.
"Nanny, she treats me very well." Murong Jin looked forward and suddenly spoke, followed by a moment of silence.
Rong Xun sat quietly beside him, watching the front of nothingness and darkness with him.
It seems that a thousand years have passed, and the scent of cold flowers in the air is gradually dissipating.
Murong Jin lowered her head, looked at her hands silently, and said, "I still remember her palms, so warm, holding my hands tightly, I remember..."
"Nothing will happen." Rong Xun said word by word. She looked ahead, but her eyes were strong and appreciative, and she had a convincing attitude.
As if his heart had settled on the lake, Murong Jin turned his head and looked at the picturesque brows in front of him, stupefied in a daze.
In fact, it is not considered to be mad at Rong Xun, he is just staring at one thing, quietly thinking about his own thoughts.
Surprisingly, Rong Xun also let him look at him peacefully, even turning his head to look at him.
He knows her.
She also understands her.
Therefore, Murong Jin held Rong Xun's hand tightly.
Holding the cold hand with the cold hand, I can actually feel the temperature spreading slightly on the fingertips from it, that kind of warmth.
The world is diverse, and every step is a stone that hinders the progress.
But as long as there are people, even if there is only one person, by their side, they will not be afraid of the world.
Murong Jin smiled Shen Shen at Rong Xun.
He said, "I always feel that I don't have a home. This is not my home."
He said, "Today I suddenly discovered that this is my home."
Rong Xun had no words, half a moment, turned his head and looked at the garden that was gradually stopping rain...
The two cuddling together, when they are most intimate...
At this moment, the palace is brightly lit, the emperor is still looking at the folds, and the women waiting for the emperor naturally have no intention of sleeping.
Such a brightly lit palace does not include the queen dowager’s palace. However, tonight’s palace is not peaceful either.
The Queen Mother was walking in a dark corridor, she couldn't see her fingers, she was cold and silent.
An oil lamp keeps light.
The queen was in the same color as usual, walking calmly in the corridor, as if this road had been walked a hundred or eighty times, and she would continue to walk one hundred and eighty times.
She didn't stop her steady steps until she reached a small iron gate.
There is a little rust everywhere on the iron door, only the small knocker is smooth and new.
It seems that someone has come here countless times and touched the cold knocker, but failed to make up his mind to open the door.
No matter what it looks like now, everyone has ever had a moment of hesitation and helplessness. At that time, they would hold the things they can rely on most around them. This choice determines what kind of people they will become in the future.
However, at the very beginning of everything, when the most hesitant and helpless, there is nothing wrong with the idea of holding someone to seek safety.
Wrong, I don't know where.
The queen mother lifted her head and swept the cold iron gate, with cold daggers in her eyes, shining with majestic brilliance.
"Emperor." At this moment, the most important person flashed in her heart.
Maybe a woman is weak, but a mother is definitely strong.
For her children, she can put on a wolf's heart for herself.
Holding the door knocker in the palm of his hand, the cold and warm stinging man shook his spirits.
The queen mother frowned, her fingers slightly bent, and finally slowly opened the iron gate.
There are almost two worlds next to the door.
The room full of torture instruments looked like ghosts in the dim flames.
Even though she came to this narrow and cramped place countless times, the Queen Mother still couldn't help showing a slight expression of disgust.
In general, women are always more distracted.
The guard stepped forward and waited. Before the Queen Mother spoke, she heard a scream, stern and old, and the lights could not stop flickering for an instant.
The queen mother raised her brows and asked quietly, "What did you recruit?"
The guard replied respectfully and half kneeling, "Back to the empress dowager, she confirmed King Jing's life experience in one bite, and the servant didn't ask anything."
The queen mother frowned, and her eyes were cold like a knife, making many scars on the body of the guard.
"The Aijia wants to see with her own eyes how hard her mouth is." The queen mother slowly turned her eyes away, Han Blade looked directly at the direction of the screams, her eyes were fierce and determined, which made people shudder.
Seeing this situation, the guard knew that he had finally recovered a small life.
The shock he had just received was too great. At this moment, when he relaxed, he felt cold sweat all over his body, and he almost burst into tears when he thought of the Queen Mother's simple style.
"Too many crimes, we must burn incense." The guard said in his heart.
The queen mother was led to the torture chamber, and the closer she walked, the more she could hear the screams for help.
The face behind the mother does not change, and it can even be said that the complexion is cold.
The guard thought silently in his heart that it was indeed the house of the emperor, and it was so vicious to a certain extent.
He thought of the empress dowager eating fast and reciting the Buddha on weekdays, and he felt even more creepy.
The torture chamber was very simple, gloomy, and cold. Even when it was three feet high, it was still breezy, not to mention that it was early autumn.
The nanny is over four years old, and she is dying of her illness due to taking care of Murong Jin. After the forced confession in the past few days, she is even more dying.