slave seven seven

Chapter 114 The Rape (2)

Qi Qi was worried about Meng Ran, and kept looking nervously at the soldiers running around. Rows of torches shuttled through the night and looked very busy. Suddenly, her foot hurt. It was a stone that she didn't know where to hit. Looking around, I saw a piece of black cloth hanging from a branch of the big banyan not far away, blending with the shade of the tree, it was so dark that if it wasn't for the black cloth fluttering, it would not be visible at all.

black cloth?Man in black?Qi Qi almost cried out in shock, but saw another hand hanging down from the branch, and the half pale mask in his hand was extremely eye-catching, King De? !Qi Qi was shocked, she covered her mouth with her hands and forced herself to suppress her cry.

"What's wrong?" Xia Houling noticed her startled look.

Qiqi hurriedly shook her head, lowered her head and said softly, "Master, it's windy outside, let's go back to the house."

At this moment, a group of soldiers came running over, Qiqi nervously looked at the big banyan tree, the black cloth and mask had already been put away.

"My lord, Commander Xue has searched and found no assassin." The soldier knelt down and reported.

The assassin escaped under the watchful eyes of everyone, as if everything was just to prove his conjecture, Xia Houling said in a gloomy voice, "There are traitors among my staff."

Qiqi's shoulders trembled when she heard this, she didn't know why she felt guilty, her fingers twitched her clothes uneasily, and someone flicked her forehead twice, Xia Houling said with some hesitation, "Didn't you go back to the house, why are you in a daze?"

"Oh." Qiqi replied dully, helping Xia Houling back to the house.

Xia Houling stepped towards the threshold, thinking of the two noisy concubines inside, she retracted her foot again, and said to Qi Qi behind her, "Go and sit in the gazebo."

Qiqipeking was thinking about what happened just now, and walked behind Xia Houling silently, but Xia Houling felt that this quietness was precious.

The long corridor leads to the octagonal pavilion, the bright moon casts on the lake and shatters into countless waves of light, Xia Houling is lazily sitting sideways on the cool chair, the rippling lake water is reflected in the bottom of his eyes, the white jade hairpin curled up is warm and flawless, and his facial features are extremely coquettish. Like jade like porcelain, the cinnabar between the brows is so charming that it seduces the soul.

(End of this chapter)