Su Jin stopped, then turned to look at Chu Ning.

The woman's eyes and eyes were cold, and under the night away from the light, she looked even more hazy and unpredictable.

There was an intermittent sound from the Nuan Pavilion, which sounded a little strange, as if he was talking, or doing something else... Although Su Jin could do some martial arts, his martial arts were not enough in front of Chu Ning.

Standing in this place not far or near, the sound in the warm pavilion sounded a little unreal.

But Chu Ning's internal strength is deep and his ear strength is better, so he can naturally hear the movements and stills in the warm pavilion more clearly.

"Sister Bai Tang smells so good..." The man's low flirting voice came into his ears, with a bewitching meaning that the woman could almost irresistible, "What fragrance did you use tonight?"

"Ting, Master Ting, don't..." The woman's delicate and charming voice sounded a little eager to greet but refused, and was a little moved, "Young Master, Ruo...ruo let the princess know, maid..."

"Sister Bai Tang is too worried, how could the princess know?" The man laughed, "I just want to thank Sister Bai Tang for help. If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't know how to tell the princess that the prince consort would write a secret letter to frame her."

"Young Master is joking, but the maid doesn't help..." Bai Tang seemed a little uneasy and quickly denied, "If it weren't for the young master who could imitate the handwriting of the prince consort-uh!"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end.

In the closed warm pavilion, a strange silence suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Chu Ning had no expression on her face.

The eyes are still cold and distant, and the dark eyes are as cold as a cold pond.

It makes people almost unable to notice the subtle changes in her breath.

But Su Jin, who was so close, clearly felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to suddenly drop to freezing point in an instant.

Neither of them spoke.

In silence, a person walked out of the warm pavilion.

A young and handsome man, at the age of eighteen, has red lips and white teeth. The light reflected from the warm pavilion illuminates his fair face, looking particularly beautiful.

Lin Yueting, Mr. Lin.

The youngest son of Master Lin’s family was given to the eldest princess Chu Ning’s servant last year.

He carefully closed the door of the Nuan Pavilion and was about to leave quietly.

Suddenly, a voice came from his face: "Young Master Lin."

The whole person suddenly froze, and Lin Yueting's blood seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

Su Jin raised the corner of his mouth almost observable and said lightly: "It's so late, what are Mr. Lin doing here?"

Lin Yueting slowly turned around.

Due to the light, Su Jin and Chu Ning stood here and could clearly see the people walking out of the warm pavilion.

But the people in the warm pavilion could not see Su Jin and Chu Ning standing in the dim light at a glance.

Until Su Jin opened his mouth, the voice reached Lin Yueting's ears.

He followed the sound and looked carefully for a while before he saw Su Jin not far away.

Just as I was about to raise a contemptuous smile habitually, I suddenly froze on the corner of my lips before the smile could bloom.

Lin Yueting's expression turned pale.

Because besides Su Jin, he also saw another person.

The eldest princess Chu Ning has never come out with her son-in-law to appreciate the flowers.
Chapter completed!