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Chapter 267 The Prime Minister of the Night Country (2)

The round eyes stared from fright, and the small mouth was slightly opened, the face was full of surprise, maybe with a little panic, Xiao Qimo looked at the woman under him curiously, oh, no, maybe It would be more appropriate to call it a girl.

The coercion and momentum in a pair of eyes made people feel frightened just by looking at them, while Xingyue underneath him still maintained the same look as when he was frightened, with only a pair of cat-like round pupils showing a hint of doubt.

It's interesting. The corner of Xiao Qimo's mouth curled up in a slight arc. People who saw him in the past were either too frightened to be honest, or they were respectful on the surface, but in fact, the hatred in their eyes was extremely revealing. However, there was something strange about the man underneath him. .

If it was an assassin, he should be terrified when he was caught, or he would just bite his tongue and kill himself, but if it wasn't an assassin, why would he quietly appear in his room in the middle of the night, not to mention that the guards of the prime minister's mansion are not white. For those who eat dry food, if you want to talk about security, the security and defense of the prime minister's mansion is no worse than that of the imperial palace.

It was rare that Xiao Qimo became curious about a little girl who was suspected of being an assassin.

"Who sent you here?"

Xingyue struggled slightly with her grasped wrist, but Xiao Qimo grasped it even tighter. For a while, her little hand was still moving slightly, and her tone of voice inevitably contained some grievances. , "No one sent me."

Xiao Qimo just thought that Xingyue didn't want to tell the truth, so he put more strength on his hands. When he saw Xingyue's frown getting tighter, he said with satisfaction, "Before I run out of patience, you It's better to tell the truth, then there might be a whole corpse."

"Okay, okay, I'll say it, I'll say it." Xingyue said a little self-destructively, looking at Xiao Qimo with pleading eyes, and carefully discussed with Xiao Qimo, "Then after I say it, you Can you let me go? My hands are red from being scratched by you, and you are really heavy."

After finishing speaking, Xingyue moved her body a little uncomfortably, and changed into a more comfortable position, but Xiao Qimo's feeling was not so good. She was rubbed somewhere, and her face instantly became stiff When he got up, the girl below him still had a layer of tears in his eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

"You're so delicate." This was Xiao Qimo's first evaluation of Xingyue. In the following time, Xiao Qimo really felt that his evaluation was really incomparably appropriate.

Letting go of Xingyue's hand, Xiao Qimo got up, went to the table alone and poured himself a cup of tea, swallowing with a little eagerness, Xingyue sat by the bed and rubbed her red wrist with an uncomfortable expression.

Xiao Qimo put down the teacup in his hand, tapped his fingers on the table regularly, "Can we talk now?"

It's already winter outside, and although it hasn't snowed yet, the temperature is still cold. Xingyue didn't react at first, but after she recovered, she felt a little chilly, so she took Xiao Qimo's bed on the bed The quilt was held in his arms, and his little face was buried in the warm quilt. He squinted his eyes comfortably, "I don't know who sent me here, really."

Except for the sudden extra memory and the scroll of bamboo slips, she really didn't know anything.

"Really?" Xiao Qimo looked at Xingyue on the bed and nodded very seriously, without a single trace of impurity in his eyes. If it wasn't for this person really telling the truth, then he was pretending so well that even he would have lied to him. pass.

(End of this chapter)