Chapter 439 The Palace Master’s Wife is a Male 20
However, looking at the increased task progress, he puffed out his cheeks in confusion, and his bun-shaped face looked very naughty.
Looking at the sleeping black cat lying next to him, he stretched out his small fleshy hand and poked his butt, receiving an angry, evil cat roar.
"Meow!" Little brat, what are you doing? !
Bodhi grabbed his cat's tail and frowned, as if talking to him, or to himself: "Why are the targets in each plane so easy to conquer?"
Hei Yao rolled his eyes.
This is no nonsense, the master’s...
Thinking of this, he meowed in a low voice and lay down weakly. The cat's ears were half drooped, and he didn't even care if his tail was caught.
……
As soon as Qing Wu led the young man in white out of the room, a maid came to announce: "Palace Master, Mr. Cheng is here and wants to see you."
She passed by directly: "Gone."
"But he said he came to say goodbye to you and that he had something important to tell you."
Seeing the Palace Master's indifferent eyes, the maid shrank her shoulders, but thinking of accepting his money, she still mustered up the courage to whisper: "Mr. Cheng is right outside the door. Palace Master, why don't you meet him?"
Xiao Shuli pursed his lips and saw the man waiting with Qin not far away.
Qing Wu glanced at the maid, tightened his collar, and said in a calm but serious tone: "Go to the execution hall to receive the punishment yourself. I don't need to explain the reason."
The maid's face suddenly turned pale, her body trembled, and she saluted tremblingly: "Yes..."
After the maid left, Qing Wu tilted his head and thought for a moment, feeling that he had to solve this problem first.
You said you didn't want to leave last time, so why are you leaving this time?
There is weirdness.
She looked towards the person behind her: "Wait for me here."
The other person nodded.
Seeing the figure in red walking towards the man, seeing the man curling his lips and smiling warmly at him, seeing the two of them chatting very familiarly as if they were friends for many years, a dark emotion surged in the young man's heart. . It's not strong, but it's as unbearable as the bite of an ant, making people frown unconsciously.
He raised a hand and put it against his heart. Feeling the steady beating of his heart, he pressed it gently, his beautiful eyes showing confusion.
What a strange feeling. he thought.
Not far away, the man sat on the ground with his piano in his arms, and played a piece of music casually, which meant farewell and reunion.
The sound of the piano is melodious and long. If you listen carefully, you can feel the complicated thoughts mixed with it. It is like meeting a close friend in the forest or meeting a stranger by chance.
All kinds of thoughts are concentrated on the strings, and then dispersed with the sound, bringing with them the usual free and easy nature of the children of the world.
The music of the piano is closed, and people finally disperse.
When the others returned to him, Xiao Shuli held the secret book and asked casually: "Is he leaving too?"
Qingwu nodded: "Yeah."
He smiled slightly: "The palace master's friend is very accomplished in piano skills."
"Yeah, it's just different from me, who wields swords and guns, shouts and kills all day long," he said casually, and Qingwu also answered casually.
Seeing that she was absent-minded, Xiao Shuli pursed his lips and said nothing.
He raised his hand and lightly touched the mask on his face, then put his hand down again after a few seconds.
Qingwu didn't notice his little move. She looked down at the ground, thinking about what Cheng Li said just now.
He was originally ordered to approach her to disrupt Qizhi Palace, but now that she saw through the plan, it was useless to stay.
Before leaving, he reminded himself to be careful about the men living in the backyard, to ensure that there were people like him who wanted to take her life at any time. He said this was a way of thanking her for not killing him.
But he smiled slightly with hooked lips, as if he was taking pleasure in his misfortune.
(End of chapter)