Chapter 600

Su Yuetong told them what happened in the palace. After hearing this, everyone felt deeply.

The old housekeeper was angry and distressed. He clenched his fist tightly. "The Lord ordered us to make arrangements before. He was waiting to propose to you tonight, but he didn't want to..."

Being embarrassed by Chu Xiaotian, I am trapped in the palace now!

This matter has been exposed to the surface, Chu Yihan want to marry Su Yuetong, I'm afraid it's not so easy!

When Mu Xiu saw Su Yuetong's red eyes, he comforted her and said, "there must be a reason for the king to do this. Miss Su doesn't have to worry about it for the time being. Chu Xiaotian can't do anything about him yet!"

"But he..." Su Yuetong thought of Chu Yihan kneeling in the palace, it was particularly uncomfortable!

But after all, she can't make trouble for Chu Yihan any more. She goes back to Chu Yihan's yard and lies on his bed. Su Yuetong sucks greedily, as if he was by his side.

The door was suddenly knocked open, dust frost burst in, her voice is very cold, "Su Yuetong, Wang Ye, he and Hua Qingluo are trapped in the palace?"

Su Yuetong rubbed his sore eyes, sat up and nodded, "well, they two..."

"Why are you doing this?" The dust frost fiercely scolded her, in the eyes took a hatred.

Hate to tear her to pieces.

Su Yuetong shoulder trembled, "dust frost, you..."

She has never seen dust frost look at her with this kind of eyes, even if she hated her, disliked her and carried out her orders, but she has been doing her best, and she has never hated her.

Dust frost closed her eyes, full of pain, she held back, wait for her eyes to open again, that kind of fierce expression was hidden by her, her eyes are deep and cold, she turned out, Su Yuetong how to call her did not respond.

She this one temper come of puzzling, Su Yue Tong all didn't understand for a long time, she why so angry.

When she understood, it was too late. At that time, dust frost was not dust frost.

Wei Zeyan is practicing his sword in the guest house of Prince Han's residence.

Thin clothes wrapped his thin body, sweat down his forehead, he seemed to have endless strength, practiced for more than an hour without stopping, a move flying sword landing, Wei Zeyan pointed to a shadow at the gate, immediately heard the girl's voice, "I'm not an assassin! I I mean no harm

Wei Zeyan took back his sword and hummed coldly, "if you had any malice, I would have killed you long ago!"

The girl next to him would have scolded him if she didn't beat him.

But these two, color spirit can't.

She moved out slowly with a box of snacks. After seeing Wei Zeyan put down his sword, she came closer quietly.

In the moonlight, Wei Zeyan takes out a towel to wipe his cheek. The broken hair on his forehead is wet with sweat, and the water drops fall down his cheek, outlining his firm outline. His high nose, his sword eyebrows, and every part of his facial features are just right. They are not too hard and fierce, and they are not the slightest sinister. They should be Zhang Junqiao's face, but because of his eyebrows With a trace of melancholy, destroyed some of his beauty.

Cailing put the snack box in front of him and said in a soft voice: "the housekeeper said that you haven't eaten dinner and practiced sword for such a long time. Should you be hungry? This is for you. "