This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

A gentle smile slowly appeared on Shi Wei's face, "I will definitely do my best for what your Highness told me."

Shen Yue just glanced at him lightly and didn't speak.

I have to say that Shi Wei's acting skills are really good. People who don't know him really think how loyal and docile he is, but in fact, he has already stood on the same line with Shen Yaojin behind his back, and he can even pretend to be in front of her. There are no flaws.

The censer emits light white smoke, and the faint tea fragrance is refreshing.

Shen Yue was sitting on her knees, with her back straight, her fine and slender eyelashes hanging down her eyelids, she was wearing a cobalt blue cloud brocade crane cloak, and she was holding a delicate and small teacup with her slender and clean fingers.

The slender and white neck like a swan nodded slightly, and the full and bright red lips sipped the teacup, savoring the tea carefully.

The movement was graceful and careless.

Shi Wei's eyes couldn't help but darken, his dark eyes fell greedily on Shen Yue's beautiful and noble eyebrows.

With eyes half down, a destructive desire that even he couldn't control suddenly rose in his heart.

When Shen Yue raised his eyes again, Shi Wei returned to his appearance as Mr. Pianpian.

He was smiling, good-looking and gentle, hiding all dirty and evil thoughts.

He said: "Your Highness, the snow has stopped, do you want to enjoy the snow together?"

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The snow has indeed stopped, and the sun has risen. The winter sun is pale and sprinkled on the layers of snow, giving off a white light, and the birds on the branches are constantly chirping.

Shen Yue refused to enjoy the snow with Shi Wei.

No one else, just because when the veil was swayed by the cold wind, she saw a tall figure, and she didn't know how long she stood there.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind swept across, the icy and clear moonlight shone on the window paper, misty, the residual snow was mottled, and the melted snow flowed down the layers of yellow tiles.

Shen Yue opened the secret compartment. There was a small wooden box hidden in the hidden place. She took it out and opened it with a key. Inside was the soldier amulet.

Just put it on the table without any cover, Shen Yue played with it, facing the thing that everyone wanted, her eyes were very light, without any waves, her complexion was pale and sickly, and her lips were bright red.

Moles of tears under the eyelids are bright and dripping.

The powdered fingertips gently stroked the pattern on the soldier talisman.

Anyone desperately wants to get this thing, but speaking of it, it's just an object without any life.

Is it important?

Shen Yue picked up the soldier talisman and carefully looked at it through the candlelight. After looking at it for a long time, she didn't see anything.

I don't know how long I watched it, until the door was pushed open silently, and Shen Yue regained her senses a little.

Eyelashes fluttered twice, Shen Yue looked over, the soldier talisman in her hand was still shining under the candlelight, as if it would be ignited in the next second.

As soon as Cheng Qiangong came in, he almost saw the soldier talisman in Shen Yue's hand, and stayed there for half a second longer, with a cold expression, without any flaws.

Seeing the man approaching, Shen Yue's expression remained unchanged, the thin pajamas revealed a white collarbone, her eyes were colder and indifferent than the night.

She took the soldier talisman off the candle and held it in the palm of her hand. The cold soldier talisman was stained with warmth, and she lowered her eyes carelessly.

The soldier talisman was randomly placed on the case table, and the soldier talisman that can command tens of thousands of soldiers seems to her to be just a relatively rare thing, without any intention of cherishing it.

The voice was hoarse, "What are you doing here?"

It seems that it is not very welcome, and anyone with ears can hear it.

In the past few days, Shen Yue has been very indifferent to him, even last time when he was so angry and left so clearly, Shen Yue did not come to coax him.

Weird.

With Shen Yue's character, it shouldn't be like this.

Cheng Qiangong was stabbed by her indifferent look, and approached, trying to hold Shen Yue's hand, but she inadvertently dodged it.

She propped her chin, her sleeves slipped slightly, her wrists were slender and lonely, covered with a thin layer of snow-white skin, and the winding dark blue blood vessels were clearly visible, thinner and thinner than before.

Why did you lose weight again?
Cheng Qiangong's eyes darkened and his eyelashes drooped. At that moment, the reason why the girl became thinner surpassed the soldier talisman in front of him.

He leaned over and hugged the girl.

Shen Yue was sitting, and the man was standing. In such a hugging posture, Shen Yue's head could only reach his abdomen.

The man's fingers were broad and full of strength, resting on her shoulders, it seemed that they could give people an infinite sense of security.

But this time, Shen Yue didn't wrap his hands around his waist as Cheng Qiangong wished, but pushed him away with a frown, as if he was really impatient, and repeated it lightly.

"What are you here for?"

Cheng Qiangong, who was pushed away again, couldn't maintain the calm expression on his face, and his hand hidden under the sleeve robe unconsciously twitched.

His face darkened, and he said coldly: "It's okay, so you can't come?"

Shen Yue looked at him indifferently without any ups and downs, as if nothing in this world could disturb her in the slightest.

"Yes, of course."

She said yes, but there was no emotion in her eyes. Those dark and moist eyes seemed to have seen through the man in front of her, everything, and his purpose.

At that moment, Cheng Qiangong suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, his heart throbbed with colic pain, Shen Yue was clearly in front of his eyes, but it seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, which made him flustered.

"Your Highness."

And Shen Yue had already closed her eyes, and seemed to sigh: "Hold me and go to rest."

Cheng Qiangong pursed his lips, turned his back to the light, his face was dark and unclear, and he couldn't see the expression clearly.

When he picked up Shen Yue, he realized that the girl was frighteningly light, too thin, why is she so thin.

Lying on the bed, Shen Yue's hands were tightly clutching Cheng Qiangong's clothes, but she didn't let go. She closed her eyes and breathed steadily, and she didn't know if she fell into a deep sleep.

Cheng Qiangong stood by the side of the bed and kept watch. In the middle of the night, the charcoal fire was half burned.

The incense burner in the house was filled with mist, which had the effect of calming the nerves. Shen Yue also closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Cheng Qiangong stood stiffly for two hours, like a frozen statue, he quietly watched the girl's fingers tugging at his sleeve, his brows were furrowed, a shadow fell between the brows.

He seemed calm, but his fingernails had left mottled blood on his palm, which showed that his mood was not stable.

After a long time, the candle has long been burned out.

Cheng Qiangong stretched out his hand to pull out his sleeve, originally thought that it would take some effort for Shen Yue to grasp it tightly, but he never expected that the sleeve would fall down lightly when he pulled it.

This is really too simple, but Cheng Qiangong was stunned for a long time.

In the past, His Highness held onto his sleeve very tightly, and refused to let go no matter what.