The fragrance of plum blossoms comes with the wind. Although the windows in the pavilion are closed, there is still a cold wind coming in.
The man was gentle, but he didn't seem to be here to take advantage of Ting Qingyu. It was strange, the guards outside were usually guarding her at night, so how could he enter her pavilion so easily?
However, their martial arts are very strong, and they have another trick, they can use poison to stun the guards. After all, there are all kinds of poisons in the world.
The snowy light outside was slightly reflected, and the man seemed to be rummaging about something. Ting Qingyu touched a small dagger under the pillow, suddenly opened the gauze curtain, and shouted, "Who are you? Turn it around.
Come here!"
The man froze, did not turn around, and continued walking.[
What's going on...
Is it a ghost?
The previous Princess Yu could also talk to Ting Qingyu. This "ghost" was really arrogant!
"Ahem...who is it?" Ting Qingyu shouted coldly. The man still didn't respond, but seemed to be mumbling something.
There was a sudden sound at the window, and immediately, someone came in. With a flash of sword light, he suddenly stood in front of Ting Qingyu, "Princess, light the lamp quickly!"
Ting Qingyu was startled. Wasn't that voice Ling Feng's? None of the other guards heard any snorts. It seemed that Ting Qingyu had a good sense. Of course, there could also be a second reason.
Ting Qingyu quickly lit the lamp. What was strange was that from the beginning to the end, the black figure did not see them attacking. When the light came on, Ting Qingyu turned around and looked dumbfounded.
That black shadow... wasn't Xiao Wen, Che Yue, or Chuo Luo, but the maid Xiaoyu he had picked up!
Ling Feng's face darkened, and he immediately pointed his sword at Xiaoyu, who had empty eyes, and shouted sternly, "Bold slave girl, how dare you break into the princess pavilion at night!"
Xiaoyu's face was confused, but her eyes were not focused at all. She walked forward in a daze, not seeing the edge of Ling Feng's sword at all. Ling Feng was surprised in his heart, could it be that this maid...
"Princess...Princess..."
Xiaoyu murmured as she walked. The light fell on her face and danced restlessly. Ling Feng stepped back step by step, as if he was afraid that the tip of the sword would hurt the irrational Xiaoyu.