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Chapter 10

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It was a pair of beautiful hands. They were not soft and beautiful like a woman's, but a man's. They were slender and white, and seemed to be whiter than the moonlight. Looking at those hands, one would know what the word "precious" meant.

The owner of the hands held the young man's arm and slowly walked down the carriage. Only then did she see the man's body clearly.

It was almost April, but he was still wearing a cloak as if he was afraid of the cold. A fox fur coat was wrapped around his neck, revealing only his beautiful chin. Because of an old illness, his lips were very light pink. Above that was a high nose bridge, but his eyes were covered with a black silk ribbon.

The black silk ribbon, black cloak, and even the fox fur coat around his neck were black, which made his skin look even paler. He was very tall, even taller than the young man next to him.

Forsythia had never seen such a good-looking person. She was stunned. Ning Shu could not help but be stunned for a moment. The next moment, she was surprised: Could it be … him?

The young man helped the man to Qi Huaijin's tomb. The young man felt something was wrong and immediately ran forward, "Master, the tomb of the third son of Qi Huaijin was robbed. The thieves took away all the valuables, and the cups were scattered all over the ground. The guards of the Qi family were too negligent. "

The man opened his mouth, "How is the third son of Qi Huaijin?" His voice was clear and deep.

"The body was not damaged, but this smell … Master, why don't you wait for me to clean it up first?"

The smell was so bad that the young man could not help but cover his nose and mouth. The man was very calm and his expression did not change, "It's okay. Bring me some wine, I'll give a toast to the third son. "

The young man did not dare to delay and immediately went to the carriage to get a set of white jade wine set. He poured the wine into two white jade cups and offered it to the man. The man took one cup first.

"Brother Huaijin, you and I are childhood friends. We have been writing to each other for many years and we are very close friends. Then I suddenly heard that Brother Huaijin died of an illness. I didn't have time to send you off, so I came back to the capital to apologize to you. "

The man raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp.

A thin layer of moonlight gently covered the side of his face, drawing a soft ivory white line down along the bridge of his tall nose, and the unfinished wine bead on the tip of his lips shimmered faintly.

Ning Shu's eyes couldn't help but stick to the drop of wine on the tip of his lips. She couldn't help but sigh. He was truly a stunner. Unfortunately, his eyes were damaged, and his white jade was slightly blemished.

But in the next moment, that person suddenly changed his hand gesture and threw the white jade cup in Ning Shu's direction. The force was so great that the tree branches in front of him were all broken. Ning Shu knew something was wrong and immediately dodged to the side, but she couldn't avoid it. She was forced to twist her body and jump down from the tree with Forsythia.

The white jade cup smashed into the tree trunk and shattered into pieces. One of the pieces brushed past her neck and cut off a strand of hair on the side of her neck, landing on her shoulder! She had no doubt that if he wanted to, what was cut off just now would not be her hair, but her neck!

"Who are you?"

That person asked in an extremely indifferent voice.

Ning Shu touched her cold neck and turned her head with a sweet smile. She was very obedient, "This little girl has nothing to do and happened to pass by to enjoy the scenery. The moonlight tonight is really good. It's a pleasure to meet you, young master."

That person sneered and mercilessly exposed her nonsense, "It is good. In the middle of the night, the cold moon is cold, the grass is silent, and the lone grave is under the tree. This scenery is too beautiful to be imagined. It's so beautiful that you want to dig up the grave in the middle of the night."

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