Tears streaked down the beauty's cheeks, condensed on her goose-egg-like chin, and dripped on the wood of the piano, touching the strings and vibrating slightly.

"Emperor Ying has returned, and the palace is very strict. At four o'clock every night, it is the time when the imperial army is on guard. The young master can leave at this time."

"Alas, you people draw swords or swords every day."

"game?"

"ah?"

Luo Zhiyu frowned and did not dare to relax at all.

Night deep in dreams.

Chu Ci suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, I almost forgot something."

"No one came tonight."

The words fell.

The figure of Wen Xin has disappeared in the courtyard.

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