The halo of daylight spilled into the room, creating a soft light.
Under the long eyelashes, the cunning fox-like eyes moved and slowly opened——
"Zi'er?"
He gently called Feng Xizi's name, but received no reply.
The moment clear consciousness entered his mind, his eyes suddenly widened and he stood up.
"Zi'er! Zi'er!"
The inner room was quiet, without any sound. The silk yarn was swaying slightly, but there was no one in the room.
He opened the quilt and hurriedly went to the ground, ready to look outside, but he intuitively felt that something was wrong.
Qingjun's body stopped by the door, and then walked back to the bedroom again.
In the bedroom, everything was still the same as last night.
The wine glass, the wine flask, and the purple gauze Zi'er threw under the soft couch - but the pot of snow jade flowers in the corner has bloomed!
He remembered clearly that before falling asleep, the potted flower only had many buds, but now, it actually bloomed.
Mo Zhilan's expression changed.
The blooming snow jade flower in the pot means that it was not yesterday that he got drunk - three days, at least he was drunk for three days!
A chill suddenly ran up his back, causing him to narrow his long eyes in vain.
Then, he saw a corner of the envelope exposed under the pillow. Without thinking, he turned around, hurriedly stepped to the bedside, and pulled out the envelope.
When he patiently read the entire letter, even his breathing became confused.
She's gone!
She left again!
For another man, I left him again!
Mo Zhilan's dark eyes were filled with cold light, and he turned around and ran out of Hanshuang Pavilion, towards Feng Yue's Shuiyue Residence.
"come out!"
A roar made Feng Yue, who was sitting in Shuiyueju's study, almost drop her brush.
When he looked up, he saw someone dressed in white like snow, but with a stern face.
"Mo Mo Mo... Mo..." He had never been so embarrassed in his life, and was actually silenced by Mo Zhilan's powerful aura.
Of course, the reason he stuttered was not because he was scared by Mo Zhilan, but because he felt guilty.
He is really weak——
"Where is she?"
Feng Yue swallowed her saliva, finally mustered up the courage, looked at Mo Zhilan, who was turning blue, and replied in a low voice: "Who, who, who - who!"
"Feng——Xi——Purple!" One word after another jumped out from between the teeth.
"Uh, ah, that - little sister, little sister, she's gone." Saying this sentence almost took up ten years of his life.
"You all know about her leaving!" Mo Zhilan's narrow eyes were so cold and piercing that they almost turned into sharp swords, "She went to die and take risks! You actually let her go like this! Feng Yue, she
But your sister, how could you do this!"
"I, I, I - I didn't ask her to go, it was her... You also know my little sister's temper. The things she decides will not be changed by anyone..." Feng Yue gritted her teeth and avoided Mo Zhi.
Lan looked like she was about to eat someone. She mustered up her courage and continued: "Don't talk about us, even you couldn't stop her, right..."
Mo Zhilan gritted his teeth, and after a long while, he spoke in a deep voice.
"How long has she been gone?"
"At midnight three days ago, she seemed to have gone to see the princess of Shuo Yue, named...Chunyu...Chunyu Zijin. I wonder if she had any other plans." Feng Yue had no choice but to do so.
Tell the truth about what you know.
Three days ago?
Damn it, I'm afraid she has already left the imperial capital!