"Ah!" As soon as Jiu'er's eyes came closer, she immediately screamed and stepped back, forgetting to use the float. Just because there was an extra eye on the other side of the small hole.
Look, I just happened to see those slightly narrowed eyes.
"Who?" A sharp roar came from the door, and two arrow-like figures had arrived in front of him.
Faster than them, the masked man rushed out of the window, standing in front of the window like a god, his eyes like lightning, looking directly at where Jiu'er was standing.
"Huh, it's so dangerous." Jiu'er took off the hand on his mouth and carefully patted his heart to soothe his beating heart. At the same time, he glared at the masked man hatefully, then frowned and turned around.
It quickly drifted towards the small courtyard where she lived.
Jiu'er was thinking as she floated, how could the masked man find that small hole... What frightened her even more was, how could he find her?
Can he see me?
Thinking of the way the masked man looked at her, Jiu'er couldn't help but wonder, "No, if he sees me, he won't let me leave so easily."
However, thinking of the sound she had made due to fright, she immediately frowned again, then accelerated her speed and drifted towards the small courtyard.
Back in the small courtyard, it was quiet. The lights were on in Hong'er's room. Jiu'er knew that she was making clothes for her. After returning from Youzhai, she took the cloth that Zhang's mother had given her.
Lying on the window and taking a look at Hong'er who was threading her needle under the lamp, she suddenly felt that this little girl was actually quite good. Except that she was sent by the prince and Zhang's mother to monitor the situation.
He glanced at Hong'er again, turned around, floated into his room, took off his shoes and clothes, went to bed, and closed his eyes.
Almost as soon as Jiu'er's eyes closed, her door was opened again. She didn't open her eyes, but she felt the breeze when the door was opened. It was very light, but she felt it.
She also felt that a person was moving silently, and his breath was very low. A normal person would probably not feel it. However, as long as he is a human, he will have life and yang energy... that kind of breath.
, for Jiuer, it was too obvious.
If she wasn't a real ghost, she would definitely pounce on him and suck all his yang energy away.
She felt the man lift the gauze curtain on her bed, and the man's hand even touched her face, but he left her as soon as he touched her. Then he turned around sharply and left as quietly as he came.