"What's wrong?"

Qian Shuang poked his head out and looked at the moonlight outside the window, but he really couldn't see any clues.

"Miss, please forgive me for being stupid, I really didn't see any difference."

Bai Moman casually withdrew his hand, stretched out his white fingertips and gently flicked Qian Shuang's forehead, and said with a smile:

"You girl really can't speak. Shouldn't you cooperate with me at this time?"

“…I don’t know how to lie.”

Qianshuang touched his forehead, feeling a little aggrieved, and said firmly: "But if the lady needs Qianshuang to do this, Qianshuang will study hard!"

"Don't, just do that. You must not learn another lark."

Bai Mo smiled and stood up from the round stool beside the windowsill, stretched his waist lazily, and walked towards the bed.

Qian Shuang blinked, not understanding why her lady suddenly mentioned Bai Ling, who had been sold long ago.

...

Under the same dark sky, the edge of the cool crescent moon seems to have a faint layer of blood.

Outside the city, mass graves.

The ground was filled with broken limbs or rotten corpses, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell.

Nangong Yu's face looked a little ugly.

In this place, either aristocratic family or powerful family beat the maids and slaves to death, wrap a straw mat and throw them here, or beggars and refugees have no money to bury and abandon them.

At first glance, it seemed that there were corpses everywhere.

In short, the mass grave is definitely not related to people with noble identities like princesses.

Nangong Yu didn’t understand what Xiliangyan took him to this place to do?

Even if this Xiyue princess is good at playing with poison, she will not be as heavy as the price... she will come to the mass grave at night, right?

Your Highness, the King of Imperial God, is not afraid of ghosts and gods. As a big man, there is nothing to be afraid of.

He just felt that his nominal fiancée was a bit different from ordinary people, and his heavy taste was so heavy that ordinary men could not bear it.

Seeing the corpse with broken arms and broken limbs on the ground, Xi Liangyan's face remained unchanged, and her beautiful little face was even full of smiles.

She lifted up her red skirt and planned to walk deep into the mass grave.

Nangong Yu grabbed his arm and said, "Princess Smoke."

"Your Highness the King of Imperial God is scared?"

Xi Liangyan looked back and smiled, stimulating him.

In one sentence, Nangong Yu let go of his hand and walked inside with Xiliangyan.

Not long after, Xiliangyan stopped.

Nangong Yu stopped.

At Xi Liangyan's feet, there was a very rotten corpse. I don't know how many days he died, but some places had already exposed white bones.

A dark flower emerged from the mouth and nose of the bones, blooming beautifully under the faint cool moonlight.

Nangong Yu saw Xi Liangyan squatting down, his red skirt touching the ground, some fell on the black and red soil infected by blood and flesh, and some fell on the rotten corpse.

Nangong Yu's dark and cold eyes caught a glimpse of this scene, and a trace of nausea and sourness appeared in his stomach, but he forced it down.

Xiliangyan seemed to have not realized it. After squatting down, he stretched out his slender jade hand from the mouth and nose of the rotten corpse... and picked off the gorgeous black flower with his own hands.

"This is a dry bone flower."

Xi Liangyan raised his hand, raised the dry bone flower in front of Nangong Yu, and said.
Chapter completed!