Su Kui's eyes drooped slightly, knowing that Liu Ying had a lot to say, but she had other things to do, so she said: "Liu Ying, I want to be alone. Go back to sleep, and don't go out tonight if you have nothing to do."
Liu Ying moved her lips, and she could see that Su Kui was not in a good mood. She knew what was happening in the palace, but she didn't know anything about things outside the palace.
Therefore, although he knew that Su Kui and the talented leader of Yu Linwei might know each other, he didn't know exactly what the connection between them was.
"Yes, master, the slave and maid will help you lie down before walking."
Su Kui nodded, and when she lay down, Liu Ying tidied the bedding for her, then turned around and went out.
The room fell into silence, as if the kind of swordsmanship just now, and the slightest accident that would cause blood to spill on the spot was a dream. She lay quietly for a while, there was no sound outside, and Liu Ying seemed to have gone back to the room to rest.
The man never came out. She looked slightly awkward, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, and walked around behind the Babu bed.
There, another button opened, and it was a secret door. There was not much space, just enough to hide a person. I don't know how long this place has existed. As for who made it, it is even impossible to know.
But it was Su Kui who discovered this place, and he saved Meng Zhian's life.
After opening the secret room, I saw the man leaning against the stone wall with his eyes closed and breathing weakly. She pursed her lips and gently walked over to squat by his side, because the figure would be reflected after lighting the candle. In order to prevent being discovered, Su Kui's bedroom was still dark.
Many cuts were made in the man's black night clothes, and red blood was leaking from the wound. But this is not the most deadly. The fatal wound was on his chest, close to the heart. The sticky blood had dyed his clothes a deep black and red, and the first touch was full of sticky.
Su Kui frowned, "Are you okay? Those people are gone, wake up." She pushed him gently, but there was no response.
At this moment, through the fragmentary moonlight, she suddenly had a thought. What does it look like under that hideous wolf head mask? In a wicked way, she stretched out her hand slightly and slowly approached his face.
"Well--"
As soon as he touched it, he was severely clamped by a powerful palm, and at the same time, those eyes that were sharp like eagles and falcons had already opened, staring at her unblinkingly.
"What do you want to do?" Meng Zhi'an pursed his lips, but he took a short nap because of his weakness, and the woman was bold enough to take the opportunity to take off his mask.
Although the two are unfamiliar, as long as she sees his looks, she will definitely recognize him, and then, will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
He had a headache. If it were an ordinary woman, he would kill the mouth at will. Anyway, there are so many women in the cold palace, one or two less, and the outside will not pay attention at all.
can--
This woman, who almost became his wife once, has now saved his life. How did he do it
The wound is very painful, and the head hurts even more.
The man's big palm was like an iron hoop, as if he wanted to crush her wrist. Su Kui frowned, fixed his eyes on his eyes, and said lightly: "That's how you treated your savior? Let go, you hurt me."
Meng Zhian was taken aback, this woman!
Su Kui's performance was completely different from what he remembered, causing Meng Zhian to be startled instead, and his hands were unknowingly released.
Su Kui rubbed his wrist and got up with a dull pain from the loosened wrist.