Chapter 937

He even longed to survive the death of the former Emperor. The long Princess of the power above the court had a trace of pity for him?

The man who thought of his previous thoughts just wanted to take back his previous words.

"I know, I, I'll go right away." before ranbai could say anything, the man stammered, stumbled up and hurried out, as if a murderer was chasing him.

Ranbai looks at the man's embarrassed back. Somehow, she thinks of the back of the young man who left in the princess's study that day. It's as cold as the moon

She tutted and said to the cherry lotus nearby, "how many faces are there in the princess's house?"

Cherry lotus looked down and replied respectfully, "if you return to the princess, there are 32 faces in the house."

3、 Thirty two???

Ran Baimei's heart can't help jumping up. Can the original owner bear it? Oh, although I didn't touch it, it's a waste of money to keep it.

She said decisively, "then send them all out."

Cherry lotus looked at dyed white strangely and said in embarrassment, "but... There are also gifts from the emperor."

"It doesn't hurt." ran Bai smiled faintly: "I said that the palace decided to cultivate self-cultivation."

Cherry lotus dare not guess the young princess's idea, but obediently said: "yes."

Ranbai nodded with satisfaction and turned back to the room.

On that day, news flew all over the capital.

The highness of Princess sent all the faces of the capital.

Her royal highness personally said she had to cultivate herself and keep her nature.

Your highness must be clean.

In this regard, the dyed white of the party said: there is no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wants to sleep.

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Late at night,

Mu Ye leans in the seemingly low-key but actually luxurious carriage with her beautiful eyes slightly closed.

The fragrance ignited by the incense burner filled the carriage, and the dizzy young man's clean eyebrows and eyes were more exquisite like ink painting.

Just now, his majesty called him into the palace and said some memorials of the court officials. About two hours later, he let him out.

The boy's slender and good-looking fingers gently knocked on the back of the other hand, and the crimson thin lip gently sipped.

If nothing happens, something will happen tonight.

indeed,

The next second,

With the sound of arrows shooting from afar and rapidly passing through the air, "whew..."

The sharp arrow shot straight at the exquisite boy in the carriage.

He turned sideways, his eyes as beautiful as gemstones, quietly looked at the sharp arrow passing through the carriage, which was still sticky with poison.

Then there was a rustling sound.

It's the sound of footsteps approaching.

Mu Ye slowly opened the dark box in the carriage. There was a dagger in it, shining silver and so sharp.

The young man's slender white fingers lightly held the dagger and glanced outside.

After a quarter of an hour,

The night is deep, and the darkness is about to devour mankind. The surrounding was quiet without a sound.

A young man in white, leaning on his body.

Young master, with white shirt and black hair, is as cold as the moon.

A long sword he took from his jade white hand. At the moment, his slender hand was holding the handle, and the blood of the silver white sword body trickled down until it fell from the tip of the sword.

Surrounded by bodies, a series of black clothes, there was no clue.

Even if he has just killed someone, Mu ye still has no hostility, but his delicate facial features are shallow and careless.

Standing in the bloody scene around, the moonlight is hazy.

He is not like a devil, but like a relegated immortal in white. He is above all things and has a cold heart.