The First Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Three Chapters Domineering Female Emperor vs Calamitous Minister (3)

The night was like water, the cool breeze blew through the plane trees, the branches and leaves swayed and rustled, and the thin moonlight swayed in through the half-opened paper windows.

He was forced to look up and look at her flatly.

The moonlight reflected the man's eyes as pitch-black as ink, as if a layer of black mist was shrouded in it, making it impossible to see the light and shadow, only the depths of darkness, revealing a dangerous meaning.

Ranbai leaned over slightly and approached slowly. The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and they could almost hear each other's light breathing.

Only one centimeter away...

She seemed to pause for a while, but she didn't seem to stop at all, and she lowered her eyes and kissed him without hesitation.

crucial moment,

Jun Zhan turned his face sideways, avoiding this intimate contact.

This kiss also naturally fell on the man's fair and jade-like face.

The moment his lips touched his cheeks, the man who felt his hands tightly clenched his wrists trembled.

The atmosphere seemed to quiet down for a moment.

Jun Zhan turned his face to the side, his face was a little pale, even his lips were pale, and his eyes were even deeper, as if a moonless night was raging with a thick and dangerous black mist.

next moment,

Jun Zhan was tied with one hand, and he broke free from Dye Bai's restraint. A dagger slipped down from his sleeve and instantly touched Dye Bai's heart.

Such an effortless break free can easily lead to dislocation or even abolishment of the wrist. In the end, Dye Bai was still worried that Jun Zhan would be injured, and at that moment he let go of his hand subconsciously.

Ranbai lowered her eyes and calmly glanced at the dagger against her heart. As long as it was stabbed down, it could be fatal at any time.

and don't know when,

The girl already held a silver hairpin in her hand, and the tip of the hairpin was aimed at Jun Zhan's fair neck, and the delicate blue blood vessels could be clearly seen by dyeing it white.

The night was very dark, and the dark night sky was like a dormant beast, as if a moment's awakening could devour people.

in a dark room,

Silently filled with suffocating depression.

Jun Zhan snorted, and he wiped his face with one hand, so hard that his knuckles were white, leaving a red mark.

As if it wasn't enough, Jun Zhan wiped it hard several times, his eyes lowered with undisguised disgust.

Lifting his eyes again, the man still looked lazy and indifferent, but his previous actions were a bit morbid, and his voice was cold and evil: "What? Your Majesty can't wait anymore?"

"Isn't it the medicine you gave me?" Ranbai's eyes were dark and deep, and he asked quietly.

"Does your majesty not like it?" He replied casually, "I see that your majesty likes it very much."

Dyeing white: "..."

Dare this person is still a courtier?

"Just this broken hairpin, does Your Majesty think he can kill me?" Jun Zhan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the silver hairpin resting on his neck in a slow manner.

"I didn't want to kill you." Ranbai looked at him condescendingly, with a cool tone: "But you want to kill me."

He slightly raised his delicate eyebrows, smiled, and said lightly, showing a lazy bewitching: "Your Majesty is really smart."

"Thank you." Ranbai thought for a while, forced an awkward chat, and said thank you expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty is still not up?" Jun Zhan hooked the corners of his lips, his handsome face was half-faced, and his voice was shallow.

Only the lazy and harmless remained, but the ruthless anger was very well restrained by him.

Ranbai stared at him, as if looking at him.

After a few seconds, she stood up indifferently, clenched the silver hairpin in her hand and took a step back.

Jun Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, supported the table with one hand, and slowly got up.

He was tall and handsome, like a thin layer of moonlight.

He was dressed in a dark red costume, which made him a little more enchanting, like a mandala blooming in the dark night.