How to Survive As a Villain

The incident initiated by Wuning Wangye shocked the Manchu martial arts. Although Li Wuding had heard the wind of the matter long ago, he was on alert, but he was still late.

Fortunately, the emperor does not hinder.

When the matter came out, the situation suddenly changed. The former party members of Wuning Wangye and even the friends with good relations were all put into jail, waiting for the investigation to fall. At night, Luhe Qingqiu walked into Xiao Yu'an's palace and saw him standing by the window, holding a red flower in his hand, and looking at the garden of the pear tree in a moment.

Zhu Honghua was still stained with blood and covered with black spots.

Xiao Yuan turned back and saw that he was clear, and asked: "How come you? Is it better?"

Luohe Qing looked at him, his voice was extremely light: "I know you can't sleep, come see."

Xiao Yu'an is stunned, yeah, he and Luo Heqing said that there is no red sleeves to accompany the bed, he can't sleep.

"You... are you okay?" asked Luo Heqing carefully.

Xiao Yuan looked down at the flowerbed in his hand, as if swearing in the proverb: "You said, if she knows that I am not a North King, will she die for me? She... will it regret under Jiuquan?" Why, let me let her die for me, why?"

After a few steps in the river, he took Xiao’an’s hand and covered the flower: “You think too much.”

Xiao Yuan looked up and looked at Luohe Qing. His eyes were weak and sad. The tears turned into a little bit of grief and went straight to the bottom of the river. "Hehe Qing, I killed her."

Luohe Qing politely reached out and put Xiao Yu in his arms, gently patted his back to appease: "Not you, not your fault."

Xiao Yuan lowered his head and couldn't see his expression. He was screaming at the clothes of Luohe Qing, and his phalanx was white: "Luohe Qing, you will accompany me tonight." "Well, I will accompany you."

Night, cold in the evening, like a cry.

Xiao Yu'an listened to the bedside of the river and the river gradually grew longer. He sat up and looked at the river to watch his sleep quietly. For a long time, Xiao Yuan reached out and took out a key from the robe of Luohe Qing.

He got up in a cloak, and his movements were extremely light. He slowly walked out of the palace, and the guards outside the palace were horrified. After seeing Xiao Yu’an’s gesture of snoring, he quickly closed his mouth.

Xiao Yuan stepped on a bleak moonlight and walked quietly to the second room next to the palace. It was the place where the personal guardian Weihe lived. He opened the door with a key and walked silently.

By the moonlight, Xiao Yuan looked at the pattern of the room for a while, then walked to the bedside, bent down, and groped for the wooden board under the bed. It was unsuccessful again, Xiao Yuan touched it again, finally in the innermost place, I felt a small gap, which was a very rough workmanship, as described in the original book.

Xiao Yuan took a very small scroll from the dark, opened a glance, then stood up and stuffed it into his arms, quietly exited the second room, locked

door.

On the second day, the river opened its eyes and found that Xiao Yuan had already got up.

Xiao Yu'an stood by the window, holding his hand in front of the red sleeve and giving him the red flowers. Xiao Yuan heard the voice and looked back. He looked at the river and said: "Are you awake? Thank you for accompanying me, I should go. It’s early.”

"Yeah." Luo Heqing looked at the pair of still warm but not smiling, suddenly shocked, between them, what is changing quietly.

Anything that should have been noticed by the two people was suddenly opened up in abrupt manner, and it was so naked in front of the two.

It’s cruel and terrible.

Everyone is awkward, and it should have been contrary to each other.