my villain is too cute

Chapter 365 Called by His Majesty (8)

But then she panicked a little, which shows that she still remembers when she was a child.

And the Meng family is not stupid, in a blink of an eye, the face that was still a little sad just now was stained with sorrow and sorrow: "Mother and concubine also had to do it back then, the father of the noble concubine Yuan was a general of the dynasty, and the other concubines were either the daughters of officials or they were beautiful. , mother and concubine have nothing, if we don’t want to do this, our mother and daughter will be eaten alive by them sooner or later..."

As she said that, two lines of tears flowed down Meng Shi's delicate face, which seemed to be quite pitiful.

If other people would feel sorry for her, but unfortunately, the people in front of her were extremely cold.

Meng's appearance is also considered to be pretty, and after so many years in the cold palace, she is also a little old, with a hunched figure, and when she looks at people sadly, it really makes people's hearts soften.

But what Han Jin saw was a bunch of hypocritical and ugly dirty souls.

The young man looked at Meng shi indifferently, his dark eyes were like a dead sea, as if he would be dragged into a fatal abyss if he met him, and he was powerless to break free.

She flicked her sleeves slowly, thinking it would be fun...

It seems that, except for that little cutie, other human beings are still so boring.

Han Jin didn't look at Meng Shi again, and turned to leave the Leng Palace, his back showing indifference and indifference.

Meng Shi only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the snow-colored figure walked away a long way away, and the mournful expression on her face froze, appearing distorted and ugly.

After reacting, he shouted in disbelief: "Feng Hanjin! Stop for me, I am your concubine mother!"

The figure didn't pause for a moment, and disappeared in this secluded path in the blink of an eye.

The guard squatting at the back door heard the call, was stunned for a while, and continued to drink without any surprise. There are the most lunatics in the cold palace.

In the dead of night, there was no sound except for Meng's screaming.

Meng Shi finally panicked, she tried her best to poke her head out of the small hole, but she couldn't see outside, her back was a little embarrassed and funny.

She took a deep breath, looked away, and looked at the dilapidated and messy cold palace, feeling a burst of despair in her heart.

Although there is no need to worry about food and clothing here, except for the food delivery, there is no one, and the quiet and depressing atmosphere made her feel suffocated.

Thinking of living a life like years in the future, she wished to cut that boy into pieces.

Meng's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were full of hatred.

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And Han Jin found out that he had forgotten something after returning to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and asked in his mind: "Where have you been?"

Bai Tuanzi, who was walking on the street, heard the voice from the contract, and turned into the alley helplessly.

"I'm leaving the palace."

Han Jin frowned: "Then don't cause trouble."

How long has this been peaceful...

"Okay." Tuantuan replied quickly, looking at the small stall outside the alley with bright black eyes.

Suddenly it thought of something again, hummed, and asked, "Did you just realize I'm missing?"

"..." Han Jin said flatly, "I still have a memorial to deal with."

After speaking, the contact was cut off.

round and round:"……"

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outside the palace,

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the evening breeze is blowing, and the lanterns are just beginning to come on.

Qinglong Street is the busiest street in the entire imperial city. There are many shops along the street, and restaurants and inns are full of people and bustling.

Qiongyulou is the most famous and most luxurious restaurant in the Imperial City. Because of the delicious food and novelty, the daily supply is in short supply. No matter how much money you spend on reservations, even some princes and nobles are no exception.

However, no one among the arrogant and domineering children of the rich family dared to have an opinion on Qiongyulou, because this restaurant was opened by the Tai Tuo, a child of someone else's family.

In the private room on the second floor, candlelight flickered, the floor was paved with a layer of white marble, and the light blue curtains were also priceless satin, low-key and luxurious.

(End of this chapter)