[Pure ancient saying, so clean. I am struggling to survive, he is a sinister and crazy person, and the smiling prince is a weirdo.
On the third floor of Zuixian Building, the carved wooden windows are half-opened, and the other rooms are empty. Pei Qingchuan was talking to the man in black, "Red Flame Army..."
"Clang-" Xia Baizhi's tea tray fell to the ground, and the teapot broke into pieces.
Pei Qingchuan came down from the third floor. He had to seize such a good opportunity.
"Master Pei, you make the decision for the daughter of the people!"
…
Pei Qingchuan looked up at her, "The more you know, the faster you will die!"
There was a soft knock on the door, and Xia Baizhi suddenly raised her eyes: "Who?"
The man in black brocade robe pushed open the door and walked in. He had a tall and straight posture, and his handsome eyebrows were gleaming in the dim light.
He locked the door latch with his backhand and walked towards the bed.
Familiar outlines gradually appeared in the dim light, and steady footsteps approached step by step. The hand holding the dagger under Xia Baizhi's pillow quietly relaxed and slowly pulled it out.
In the black silk-covered room, Pei Qingchuan's eyes were filled with ink.
"Why, I've had enough fun, and now I want to be the Crown Princess of Nanzhao?"
