When Hua Mimi and Xuan Ye heard this voice, they were immediately frightened. Hua Mimi immediately jumped off Xuan Ye's body and straightened her clothes, while Xuan Ye was also busy arranging her clothes.
Hua Mimi held her breath and listened to the voices on the other side, only to hear Xuan Wuli asking Xiaohong angrily, where is she?
When Hua Mimi heard this, she felt a little nervous. She was not afraid of Xuan Wuli's appearance. She was really not afraid.
However, she was really afraid that Xuan Ye would be involved. Even if she didn't understand the matter, she also knew what kind of crime it was to get involved with the palace concubine.
At that time, even if Xuan Ye has the ability to ascend to heaven, once this crime is determined, it will be difficult to die.
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What's more, the two of them are still in the cold palace. They don't have any capital to compete with him head-on. If they want to escape, they don't know where to escape.
Especially Xuan Ye, I guess these two people have been planning to find some crime to kill Xuan Ye, Xuan Wuli, the Queen Mother, they still don't know how they want him to die?
Nothing can happen to Xuan Ye, nothing can happen.
She looked at Xuan Ye nervously, her mind was in a mess for a while, she grabbed his hand and asked anxiously: "Ye, what should I do? He is here, what should I do?"
Xuan Ye quickly calmed down and frowned deeply. Neither of them expected that Xuan Wuli would come at this time. After all, Hua Mimi was leaving Leng Gong tomorrow.
Why did Xuan Wuli come here at this time?
The two of them never thought that maybe he came here just to catch them in bed.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, held Hua Mimi's hand and said, "Don't be impatient. Let me hear what's going on over there with Xiaohong?"
So, he held his breath, took a few steps closer, rose into the air, and through the moonlight, he looked at Xiaohong kneeling on the ground, his face was a little pale, and his voice was trembling: "Talent, talent
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Upon hearing this, Xuan Wuli's eyes turned cold leisurely, with a trace of coldness flashing through them. He turned his head and looked at the place where Xuan Ye lived, and asked in a cold and biting voice: "I ask you, where is the flower talent?"