She didn't want to, and didn't want to be with Mu Huaidunlun here.

Mu Huai held his arms, staring at the beauty on the desk like he was looking at the prey.

Suddenly, the desolate and sharp sound of shakuhachi music suddenly came out of the window, with a faint murderous intent hidden.

Rong Xi looked out the window with his voice, and saw that the round moon was eroded by a red embroidered redness, and his eyes could not help but change slightly.

Then the palace servants beating the drums while drinking:

"——The water has gone from Jihua Palace!"

The sky is divided outside the window, and the flowing clouds are misty.

Mu Huai's smile gradually grew, like a ferocious beast catching blood. Although his eyes were silent, he showed a bit of cruelty.

He finally let go of Rong Xi and walked out of the study.

Rong Xi felt that his heart seemed to be about to jump to his throat.

After she got off the desk and stood still, the window was blown open and closed by the whistling wind of Jibei, and the air was filled with a slightly pungent smell of gunpowder.

Rong Xi covered her heart, and the place was still beating like a drum.

Mu Huai's mother, Concubine Yin Xian, was burned to death by a fire. Today, Concubine Li's Jihua Palace suddenly flowed away again...

All of this must be Mu Huai's conspiracy.

To avenge his mother, he was cruel and decisive in his methods, and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, this man's cruelty made her feel scared.

Rong Xi stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky brightened by the flames, and slowly clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!