Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

Zhaoyang Hall

After one night, Mo Xiaohuan's fever has subsided, and this is all due to the magic medicine of weak willows and wind.

Mo Xiaohuan was standing on the attic next to Zhaoyang Hall at the moment, looking at the colorful flowers below the attic with both hands on the railing.

When she saw this attic, she was surprised that Yu Beiming still kept it.

With a sigh, Mo Xiaohuan lowered his head, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

This is her second time here, and it feels completely different from the last time.

Footsteps sounded from the spiral staircase in the attic, and the sound increased from small to loud.

Mo Xiaohuan, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not hear footsteps.

The footsteps stopped behind Mo Xiaohuan, and the man's eyes were quietly staring at the back of her head, as if thinking about something and frowning slightly.

Finally, Mo Xiaohuan sighed softly, then turned around and wanted to leave one by one.

"Hey!"

Mo Xiaohuan just turned around and saw a person standing silently behind her, she was startled, put one hand on her chest, and stared at the person in front of her with wide eyes.

"Why don't you make a sound, scaring people will scare people to death!" Mo Xiaohuan's tone was a bit reproachful, and he stared at him angrily.

"Fufeng is thinking, when will the concubine come back to her senses, so she won't wander too far." Ruoliu Fufeng smiled lightly.

Mo Xiaohuan turned his face to the other side and exhaled lightly. He was a little confused about the situation and turned around with a low smile, "I said Fufeng, even if you want to see it, don't stand behind me, right?"

"It's a good thing for a princess to be informal, but she should call herself 'my concubine' when speaking, so as to show the majesty of the princess." Ruoliu Fufeng somehow said these words to her today.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at him in surprise, and then said indifferently, "I am like this, if I add a 'concubine' in front of you, then it's not me, Mo Xiaohuan."

Weak Liu Fufeng smiled.

That's right, this is the Mo Xiaohuan he knew.

Ruo Liu Fufeng stretched out a hand, holding a dagger in his hand, he looked down and handed it to her.

Mo Xiaohuan took a look and found that it was his dagger. He was a little surprised that it was in his hand.

"Why is it with you?" Mo Xiaohuan reached out to take it.

She was still looking for it this morning, thinking it was at Yu Beiming's place, and almost scared her to death, if she was at Yu Beiming's place, she would be dead.

Ruo Liu Fufeng smiled mysteriously, without explaining, "Please don't take it out easily, otherwise Fufeng can't protect the princess if something happens."

Ruo Liu Fufeng was telling the truth, if Yu Beiming found out that Mo Qinghuan was her, the consequences would not be acceptable to him.

"Thank you Mr. Fufeng for your help this time, and I will be more careful in the future." Mo Xiaohuan looked down at the short sword, and then pulled out the scabbard with one hand.

The cold light of the dagger suddenly shot out, piercing Ruoliu Fufeng's eyes, and he raised his hand to cover them.

"This sword is really good, it cuts iron like mud." Ruoliu Fufeng said.

Ever since Mo Qinghuan took the sword, Yu Beiming never wanted it back, so he gave it to her by default.

"Indeed." Mo Xiaohuan looked at Dian Jian with a light in his eyes.

Ruo Liu Fufeng glanced at her, "I just don't know why the princess carries it with me?"

Since he is ruthless to him, there is no need to carry his belongings with him.

Mo Xiaohuan glanced at him, thought for a moment and said, "...Because it's easy to use, it just fits my hand."

"Really?" Ruoliu Fufeng didn't think so, her statement was a bit far-fetched.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Mo Xiaohuan sheathed the dagger and looked at him.

Ruo Liu Fufeng didn't speak, took two steps and put his hands on the railing, looking into the distance from the height of the attic with far-reaching eyes.

Mo Xiaohuan walked up to him, looked at him sideways, "You...do you have something to do with me?" Her feeling told her so.

Ruo Liu Fufeng turned his head to look at her, met her gaze, then turned his eyes away in a little panic, and said calmly, "How does the princess know that Fufeng has something to look for?" He didn't expect her to guess it.

The first time Mo Xiaohuan saw his flustered eyes, she was puzzled. In her impression, he was always so calm, as if nothing could touch his heartstrings.

"I guess so." Mo Xiaohuan also followed the example of the ancients.

"Didn't the concubine say she wanted to take part last time?" Ruoliu Fufeng suddenly changed the subject.

Mo Xiaohuan frowned and thought about it, then stretched out, nodded, "There is indeed such a thing."

He figured it out?

"Well, Fufeng will let the concubine join in at the risk of being known by Beiming, but this must be kept secret, and only the concubine and Fufeng will know." Ruoliu Fufeng looked at Mo Xiaohuan with a serious face and said.

In fact, Ruoliu Fufeng made his decision after thinking for a long time.

"Of course." Mo Xiaohuan agreed.

"How much did Princess Wang read that file?" Ruo Liu Fufeng was not sure how much she read, so he had to ask clearly.

Mo Xiaohuan frowned thinking back.

Ruo Liu Fufeng didn't hear her answer, turned his head to look at him, and found that the way she thought about something was cute, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

"It's only half." Mo Xiaohuan looked up at him.

"Since the princess insists on getting involved, let's discuss the details..."

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On a dark and windy night, two figures in night clothes suddenly appeared on the roof.

They chased each other one after the other, their movements were extremely light, their bodies were bowed, and they held a long sword in their hands.

Finally, the man in black who was chasing behind caught up with the man in front and stood in front of him.

"Where do you want to go?" It was a woman's voice.

"Are you a woman?" The other party looked surprised, and the man's voice sounded a bit old, probably in his forties.

"Stop talking nonsense, you must sacrifice your blood for the sword in my hand tonight!" The woman's voice was cold.

The man sneered, and said arrogantly, "That depends on whether your morality is high or not."

The woman didn't speak any more, she jumped up and shook hands with the man.

In the dark night, women and men are swords and swords, and their moves can be fatal. If one party shines, it will become a subordinate.

In the darkness, a figure was hiding in a hidden corner. He quietly watched the situation on the roof, with an unpredictable deep smile on the corner of his mouth.

The man's eyes were shining in the dark, and the wisdom in his eyes made him even more mysterious.

He quietly continued to stare at the two shadows intersecting on the roof.

"I can't tell you're a good girl." The man smiled evilly.

The woman's heart was ruthless, and the moves she used were even more ruthless, and every move was to kill him.

The man was so forced by her that he never dared to speak again.

Gradually, the man took the lead.

After more than 100 moves, the man was subdued by the woman.

"If you want to kill or kill, it's up to you. If you want to find out something from me, then you don't have to!" The man is very backbone, and his attitude is very tough.

The woman raised her eyebrows, her eyes were cold, and the tip of the sword was on the man's throat. As long as he stabbed lightly, the man would die on the spot.

"I don't want to take your life, and I don't want to find out anything from you." The woman said calmly, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

"Then what do you want to do?" The man was very puzzled.

She didn't want anything, so why did she catch him?

"I want you to be my internal spy, how about it?" The woman removed the tip of the sword and changed the side of her neck.