[Through the book] The host always wants to hate the system

It's just a servant who died.

Huahong's attitude made him feel chills, he just wanted to know that if Liulu hadn't been punished for this, who would care about Yuezhi's life and death?

Compared to Yan Qing's suffering, Hua Hong only felt that Yan Qing's heart seemed to be a bit biased. He lived in the palace, and Liu Lu was with him every day, but why did he turn against the palace because of a servant?

Hua Hong only questioned: "For the young master, is it true that the prince's kindness is not love, and Liu Lu's life is not life, is it that only Yuezhi is life, and he is just a servant."

Yan Qing's heart was blocked, his whole body was numb with anger, Hua Hong was standing in front of him, but he felt that this person was actually far away.

He can't do anything.

The coolness of the day and night was comparable to every cold winter he had experienced in his life, and he couldn't do anything.

The dagger is at his waist, but what can he do, take revenge for Yue Zhi?

He had never had anyone's blood on his hands, never had and never will.

All the plots suddenly came to his mind at this moment, Yan Qing suddenly calmed down and said: "The lord's kindness is kindness, the daughter of Si Tianjian's life is her life, the more she stops her life is worthless."

The color of his eyes is getting darker, and unrestrained evil flowers are fading out from a pair of weak skins. His eyes fall on Huahong's face but he is not looking at Huahong. His words fall into Huahong's ears, but they also fall into the dark place. in the ears of others.

He said: "Yuezhi is someone I brought out from Shisanfang, his life should be protected by me."

Hua Hong just finds it inconceivable, there are too many things happened in the palace today, she suddenly feels powerless to everything.

Her composure disappeared at this moment, and her impetuousness and anxiety made her no longer want to be patient and talkative.

She said: "My lord is going to betray the lord for a servant?"

"We have never trusted before, so where did the betrayal come from?" Yan Qing sneered in a low voice as if she had settled down, and then said: "I want to see the prince."

This night is doomed to be troubled.

As if he knew he would come, Li Yuan's study room was not closed, the candlelight was stirring, Li Yuan seemed very tired, and when he saw Yan Qing, he was in a daze for a moment.

Then he beckoned: "Come here."

Yan Qing knew that the person in his eyes was not Yan Qing, at least at this moment what Li Yuan saw was the Northern Dynasty queen Shen Yi who had died in the deep palace.

"My lord, the slave is Yan Qing, Yan Qing from Thirteenth Lane."

He intentionally shattered Li Yuan's fantasies and asked Li Yuan to return to reality. Li Yuan supported his forehead, his eyes fell on Yan Qing's injured leg, and his brows frowned slightly: "Liu Chengjun, the daughter of Si Tianjian, suffered from a cold by accident, and died of illness. Death."

"We both know that's not true."

Yan Qing supported the door frame, he was very tired standing like this, but he still followed the etiquette of the palace and continued: "It's like Qinzhou Mansion has never been able to defend."

"As smart as her." After finishing speaking, he added: "If you want justice, I will give you justice."

The window lattice cut the night into a paper-cut painting, the rice paper in front of his eyes was lifted by the wind, Yan Qing ignored the tenderness in his eyes, and the dagger was always pinned to his waist.

"Sit down, just say what you want to say."

"Yan Qing wants to know why the prince wanted to kill Yuezhi."

Li Yuan didn't seem surprised by his question, but he was still puzzled: "I thought you would ask me about the purpose of killing Yuezhi, or something else."

"Are you disappointed?"

"It's not worth getting angry about a servant."