When Mr. Liu said this, a boy carrying a plate passed by and looked curiously towards this side.
Mr. Liu glanced sideways, then lowered his voice and said to Ruoyu: "Miss, there are many people here, please come with me."
Ruoyu kept a few steps away from him and came all the way to the pavilion. In the pond surrounding the pavilion, more than a dozen goldfishes swam close to the water when they saw someone coming, as if they wanted to beg for something to eat. The colors are moving and look very beautiful
Seeing that there was no one in the pavilion, Mr. Liu turned back and walked to Ruoyu's side. He looked at the pool and said, "Miss, you...do you remember what happened before?"
Understanding that this place was not safe, Ruoyu shook her head without wasting any time, and replied with a faint smile: "Well, I don't remember many things from before. Who are you?"
After hearing this, Mr. Liu moved his delicate hands and lowered his head without saying anything. His soft hair fell down to his cheeks, making his face as bright as the autumn moon appear fairer and more attractive.
When he raised his eyes, there was some moisture in his eyes. He showed a slightly pale smile to Ruoyu and said: "Miss, I am from the Queen's side... No, I am the person from Miss Jinhua's side. Miss Jinhua was Worried that the plan would not work out, he placed me in this palace to teach the young prince to study. Now, Miss Jinhua, who treated me so kindly, is gone, but I am still alive..."
Miss Jinhua? I seem to have heard this name somewhere...
"Who is Miss Jinhua?"
"She's your aunt. Ever since Feng Guohe came to marry us, Miss Jinhua has never had a day of happiness."
Listening to Mr. Liu's words, Ruoyu's body was also shaken, and her ears seemed to hear Jun Wuxia's slightly crazy voice yesterday. He said that his aunt's heart was like a snake and a scorpion...
After a slight hesitation, Ruoyu patted the shoulder of the person next to her and asked, "Then, what was your plan that was exposed?"
Mr. Liu's eyes turned cold, and the sad color faded away. He clenched his fist and said simply: "Regicide, kill Jun Shougong."
Jun Shougong is the current emperor of Ling Kingdom and the father of Jun Wuxia and Jun Ying...
No wonder Jun Wuxia hates his aunt so much. It turned out that she was plotting to kill the king, and if Jinhua is gone, this hatred has now been passed on to him.
Seeing that Ruoyu was speechless for a moment, Mr. Liu on the side said: "Miss, if I hadn't known that you were still alive, I would have gone with Miss Jinhua long ago. When I found a way out, I would take Miss Qingwen away from here." "Prince's Mansion"
Looking at Mr. Liu's weak and weak look, even though everything he said was filled with sincere affection, even if one day he suddenly said that he wanted to take her away, she would not dare to follow him. If she didn't tell him, it would hurt him. Most of the time, I can't go very far. Thinking of this, I smiled softly and said, "I know your good intentions, but you don't have to worry too much. When Wei Qianfan takes me away, you can follow him together."
I thought Mr. Liu would nod, but instead I saw him shaking his head and saying, "Miss, you can't trust him. If he could take you away, wouldn't he have taken you away long ago? And how much has he helped you?"
After hearing this, Ruoyu felt her chest tighten, Wei Qianfan...how much did he help her after all...
But doesn’t he have no obligation to help him? Moreover, he hasn’t seen him again since that day.
Mr. Liu left first, but he was still looking at the pool of water, and the water surface gradually began to ripple in circles. The raindrops felt cool on his body. This was his first rain here.
She didn't block the rain at all. Ruoyu just wanted to let the rain drip on her body. Mr. Liu's words just now told her too many things. She wanted to use the rain to wash away her messy thoughts.
I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice that there was no rain on my body, but the soil around me was wet.
When I turned around, I saw a man wearing only a single coat. He was holding a coat on top of his head. He had wet hair and smiled weakly at himself and said: "Qing'er, you still like to watch the rain."
The tone is so soft, with a feeling of pampering, as if a feather has fallen from the bottom of my heart.