When the door of the hall was wide open and the situation inside gradually came into view, it was found that there was almost nothing intact.

Precious antiques, all become pieces of garbage, smashed, smashed.

Even a few good curtains were cut to pieces. As soon as the door was opened, the wind blew, and the curtain fluttered, blocking a lot of light, making the hall look gloomy.

In such a messy environment, Ouyang Huajing is sitting in front of her gorgeous dressing table, looking at the bronze mirror in front of her, combing her hair.

At the same time, the mouth is singing something in a low voice.

Such a scene, again decadent momentum, although not dilapidated, but also filled with ghost everywhere.

That scene, coupled with the atmosphere in front of us, let alone how seeping.

Even if she didn't come here alone, and in the daytime, Joan felt a little cold.

Zhao Wanxi frowned.

As soon as her eyes go down, naturally, someone in the palace starts to clean up a way for her. Zhao Wanxi seems to be idle, but in fact, her eyes are always unwilling to relax and watch everything in the palace with vigilance.

It was almost time to catch a glimpse of Joan by her side.

"What is she singing?"

It's just a casual question, and I don't expect an answer.

After all, no matter what she sings, Ouyang Huajing is now exhausted and can't turn up any waves.

As a result, I didn't expect that Joan, who was seriously asking her, actually gave the answer and said quickly -

"I know that. I've heard from Xiqi palace maid who served her.

It is said that the song she sings is a love song of Xiqi and tells her sweetheart

"Sweetheart? Tell me what you want? "

It's the same temperament and style of Ouyang Huajing in the past Some of them are too disobedient.

If you say it's something you don't want to sing, it's easier to accept.

A little surprised, Zhao Wanxi mind a flash of light, I do not know how, suddenly thought of the month by month.

Betraying the Lord and conspiring against him is the most heinous crime. People like that month by month may only end up frustrated and disheartened.

You can't leave a whole body until you die.

Now Ouyang Huajing is singing Xiqi's ballad. Is she missing him?

In that case, it would be a pity.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, not frightened by the strange atmosphere at the moment, Zhao Wanxi went straight in and stood directly on the dresser.

With a glance, the corner of the mouth is meaningful.

So many things in the hall have been smashed, and the bed, underground, Bogu frame, as long as it can be damaged, have been poisoned.

Looking at it like this, even the dressing table was not spared. There were several deep scratches on the delicate table.

Several kinds of jewelry, as well as rouge powder, are also destroyed and smashed.

However, it seems that this is only a superficial phenomenon. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that some valuable jewelry items are still intact.

Crazy smash things, but also can distinguish between good and bad, know the value of the can't smash?

It's something new.

His eyes flashed with profound meaning. Zhao Wanxi hooked her lips and bent slightly.

"Ouyang Huajing, do you still know this palace?"

Only immersed in their own singing and combing their hair, so many people didn't notice that Ouyang Huajing's state really seemed to have a problem.