When Wu Zhu said the last four words, his eyes fell on Murong Ming.
Luo Qingchen didn't know what she saw, or maybe she didn't see anything, but she felt the long-lasting aura on their bodies.
Like fates colliding with each other, an ancient and mysterious chapter slowly opens.
Wu Zhu didn't say anything more, but took the somewhat distracted Su Luoluo back to the room.
Luo Qingchen glanced at Murong Ming who was beside him, then turned to Murong Hanxuan and said, "Then I won't disturb the Lord's rest and will leave first."
She said that it was not easy for her to talk to Murong Hanxuan so rationally.
To be honest, if she could, she would take out the nine-section moon whip every minute and send him to heaven without any explanation!
As everyone knows -
"Master Siyue, can you take a step to speak?" Murong Hanxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint glint in his eyes.
She had seen this kind of look before. At that time, the person Murong Hanxuan was looking at was none other than Su Luoluo.
The original owner at that time envied such a look. She must have never thought that such a day would come.
Murong Hanxuan would also look at her with the same eyes. Although he was not her, he was once her.
Murong Ming's eyes were still lazy, and his face was extremely calm, but the fingertips of his hands behind his back began to rub together unconsciously.
He has had this habit since he was a child. He was already unhappy in his heart, so he habitually tapped the table with his fingertips.
If there is no place to strike, he will habitually rub his fingers.
"Okay." She raised her eyebrows and nodded gently.
Firstly, this was a palace after all, and it was hard to refuse what the emperor said in person. Secondly, she wanted to know what tricks this man wanted to play.
In the imperial study room.
At this moment, there were only two people in the entire imperial study, Luo Qingchen and Murong Hanxuan.
There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, in this closed study.
The candlelight was bright, he looked into her eyes and said softly: "Master Siyue, I always feel that we have met somewhere before?"
He always felt that the woman in front of him felt so familiar to him, as if he had been together before.
Luo Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Of course we have met before."
In his memory, the original owner loved him all the time. Although she was arrogant and clingy, her efforts in the name of love never failed anyone.
But in the end, no one loved her. And the person she gave all her love to wished she could die.
"I've seen it..." Murong Hanxuan frowned, and his heart suddenly trembled.
The next second, she moved her eyebrows slightly, took off the white silk, looked at him with cold eyes and continued: "Brother Emperor, how could you forget me?"
"Boom--" There was thunder outside the window, and the fiery red light not only lit up the night sky instantly, but also shone on her cheeks as white as snow.
"Ah—" Murong Hanxuan exclaimed and staggered back. Her lips could not stop trembling as she said, "You... you... Luo... Luo Qingchen... how could you..."
"Why am I here?" She stood with her hands behind her hands, and walked towards Murong Hanxuan step by step with cold eyes: "Yes! I shouldn't be here, I should be in that hell-like imperial mausoleum, become a ghost, and be damned forever. Superborn, right?”
At this moment, there seemed to be a burning hell fire behind her, engulfing her bit by bit.
The Netherworld Ring on her left hand glowed with a dim blue light, declaring the resentment in her heart. (To be continued)