Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le subconsciously looked at the origin of the breath.

The dense trees blocked the sight of exploration, but Song Le knew that Lu Xingfu was there.

He was jealous, and the dark aura of madness almost strangled her neck.

Jealous of what?

"Le'er?" Lu Zhizhi's puzzled voice came.

Only then did Song Le regain his senses, but the sense of oppression did not ease at all.

"What's wrong with you, Le'er? Why is your face so pale?"

"I'm fine, maybe I've caught a cold." Song Le had some trouble breathing, so he made an excuse.

The woman also looked at her with concern, and hurriedly ordered the palace staff to go to the imperial physician.

Song Le forced a smile, and cast his eyes on the woman's beautiful face.

Just like Lu Xingfu, in this mother's heart, there was no disturbance.

……

The damp bedding and quilt had long been thrown away, and the person from the Palace of Life sent over a brand new set of bedding.

Those who obliterated his existence, those who turned a blind eye to his hell.

Lu Xingfu is jealous of Lu Zhizhi.

Lu Xingfu returned to the dilapidated courtyard with a sneer.

"Le'er." Suddenly, a pair of beautiful hands waved in front of her eyes, pulling her back to her senses.

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Compared with a few months ago, there have been obvious changes here——

Lu Zhizhi's smile stopped, "Why?"

To die, all to die.

That's what she insisted on him doing.

Lu Xingfu finally looked coldly at the fragments after the madness, laughed, got up and crushed under his feet, exhaled the depression in his chest, clenched his fists, and the corners of his lips curled up in a cruel arc.

Obviously innocent, obviously the same, but he was thrown in a dirty corner since he was a child, watching another brother enjoy all the love and happiness.

"..." Lu Zhizhi was silent.

Song Le looked up at Lu Zhizhi, who was full of worry and didn't realize it, and pursed his lips.

Without saying a word, he slashed the simple and exquisite purse beyond recognition with a razor blade, and shattered it into strands of tattered cloth.

But so what?

Song Le let the imperial physician feel his pulse, thinking in his heart:

He wanted him to taste the despair of being abandoned and the pain of being forgotten.

Most likely, time did not leave traces on her face.

Especially, Lu Zhizhi.

Looking over, Song Le said to Shanglu Zhizhi's amber eyes, "Brother Zhizhi, I don't want to come to the palace anymore."

He wants to take revenge, and he will take revenge fiercely.

Lu Xingfu stared coldly at the small light green purse in his hand, thinking of the scene of the warmth of the loving mother and filial piety just now, his eyes became overwhelmed with darkness.

There are several new sets of soft and clean clothes.

He cleaned the house every day, opened the windows for ventilation, and let the sunlight in to dry out the dampness.

The more destroyed, the more comfortable he felt.

Lu Zhizhi was innocent, but Lu Xingfu probably still hated him.

Thinking of Lu Xingfu, who is extremely talented, learns everything very quickly, and is not inferior to Lu Zhizhi at all, the unpredictable look he occasionally shows makes her faintly feel that Lu Xingfu will not just let herself be trapped in the dark like this .

"There are always palace people following me and watching over me. I don't like it." Song Le looked at him straight, and slowly shook hands on his knees under the table, saying softly and honestly.

Sleep warm, dry and fragrant.

He didn't want Le'er to have anything to do with that catastrophe, but it happened.

"Just because of this?"

"Ah."

"But I will miss you, what should I do?" He couldn't go out of the palace to look for her all the time.

Listening to his low and helpless voice, Song Le felt that the throbbing in his heart was not as strong as yesterday. He was startled, took a deep breath and said decisively, "Brother Zhizhi, I'm sorry, don't waste time on me."