Chapter 1191: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 64
The grove he is in now is far enough away from the house, but it is the only route that the house and the side door must pass. The angle is deliberately calculated so that people coming from the path will never see a person sitting here.
The sound of horse hooves coming from the side door and the sound of wheels rubbing against the bluestone pavement made Qin Hua's eyes suddenly light up. In his gloomy eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was anger or excitement.
His fingers trembled slightly, and when the carriage drove into the garden, they slowly slipped down to his waist.
There was the hidden weapon that took him three years to successfully make. Through the thin clothes, he felt the coldness and hardness of the iron box. Qin Hua's hands calmed down in an instant.
With his eyes, he closely followed the movement of the carriage passing by in front of him, watching the carriage stop on the side of the road.
Seeing the extremely charming and charming smile on Murong Yanran's face who was holding the carriage with the support of the coachman, Qin Hua's eyes brightened even more. He gritted his teeth and watched as they walked in tightly hugging each other after getting off the carriage.
The two people in that hut disappeared through the door
After hearing the ambiguous sounds coming from the room, Qin Hua's face instantly turned livid, and his forehead gradually became covered with beads of sweat.
In the end, my body started to tremble slightly.
The fingers resting on the button of the iron box were as steady as a rock, without even a trace of trembling.
The palms of my hands were gradually soaked with sweat.
As the sounds in the room gradually calmed down, Qin Hua gradually loosened his teeth and opened his eyes again to stare at the room, like a hungry wolf waiting for his food to appear.
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Murong Yanran slowly stepped out of the door, raised her hand and stroked her messy bun, stood sideways, raised her arms slightly, straightened her bun, and cast a seductive glance at the coachman who followed closely behind her: "Damn enemy, look.
Look how you put my hair..."
Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
The nimble hands that were arranging her bun instantly turned into two clumsy wooden bars, which were stiff and strangely placed on her bun. She watched in disbelief as the coachman's body slowly slid down silently.
After the driver's body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, Murong Yanran's fingers suddenly trembled, and her eyes were full of confusion.