Chapter 21

From the sunset to the bright moon, the people in the house still seem to be asleep, and the green hairpin and pink butterfly watch the night outside.

Green Zan is waiting for "good news". She's perfect.

At this time, the study of Xiaowang mansion.

Helian jiuxiao, a black and bloodthirsty girl, lies on the soft couch lazily, twists a glass cup and shakes it gently.

In front of him stood a dark guard, who told Nangong yueluo about his arrogant behavior with chicken feathers and arrows before he left, and gave back the information about Nangong yueluo's 20 years collected by Yunxiao Pavilion one by one.

Obviously, Yunxiao pavilion has never made a mistake in collecting information. He believes in his own Yunxiao Pavilion, but today's Nangong yueluo does not match the information collected by Yunxiao Pavilion.

He Lian's dark eyes under his jiuxiao mask are as deep as a bottomless abyss. They are treacherous and indistinguishable. His thin lips pursed: "keep staring."

"Yes." Dark Wei takes orders and disappears.

"Jingyu, tomorrow you will go to the prime minister's residence and ask for compensation."

He Lian's ethereal and lazy voice fell into Jing Yu's ears standing in the dark. His eyes were surprised, but it was fleeting. Then he respectfully accepted the order: "yes, sir."

Helian jiuxiao's cold index finger unconsciously stroked her cold lips and gently crossed them. The soft touch did not go away for a long time. Her eyes became more and more deep. She suddenly got up and lifted up. The glass in her hand fell steadily on the table, but the wine did not go up, but the person disappeared.

Prime Minister's residence, qingfengyuan.

Green Zan, who had been waiting for the news of "death" outside, did not know when she was in a coma and was unconscious.

Someone turned into a gentleman on the beam, looking at the house with a pen, on the paper of the person who wrote.

The pen is a pen that has never been seen before. It can write continuously without ink. Every word written is like writing with a brush. One by one, it is enough to write a thick stack of paper.

The paper did not look like the one he usually saw.

Yueluo is used to writing hard in modern times. Although she is a soft pen in the space, the words she writes are like brush words, with her usual wildness. Every word is full of arrogance.

It's like a person.

When Liang shangjunzi's Helian jiuxiao sees Nangong yueluo's letter of divorce, she can't help but lift her lips. She is cruel and arrogant enough.

Yueluo looks at the divorce letter with satisfaction and thinks about tomorrow. His royal highness is famous and can't help feeling good.

After putting away a stack of letters of divorce, the little body is as smart as a swallow. It skilfully dodges the dark guard in the house and comes out over the wall. It is vigorous and fast to walk through the street.

Helian jiuxiao follows Nangong yueluo closely. Nangong yueluo stops several times in the middle of the journey. She always feels that someone is following her, but if you look at it carefully, it seems that there is no one.

Yueluo is a little suspicious at the bottom of her heart. Is it true that she is guilty of being a thief? Only in this way can she feel that someone is following her, scratching her head and moving on.

He Lian jiuxiao was shocked when he stopped for the first time at the end of nangongyue. The woman had no internal power, but she could find his tracking keenly. You know, up to now, no one could detect that he was following, except the little woman in front of her.

Therefore, Helian jiuxiao is more astringent. From a distance, Nangong yueluo comes to the busiest street in the imperial city. Since her mother died, the original owner has not stepped out of the prime minister's residence, so she is not very familiar with the imperial city. Looking at the building, she estimates that it should be a busier street.

At the speed of the moon falling, she took out the divorce papers, one by one, and posted them very quickly. After about half an hour, she almost covered the busy streets of the imperial city. Finally, there was surplus. She raised her hand and let the divorce papers fly freely.