The emperor was injured and everything became disordered.
In the dizziness, only hurried footsteps and a woman's cry were heard. In the confusion, she could still distinguish his voice.
Cold and angry, "Jiaozong Renfu."
The Zongren Mansion, that prison is a hell of torture.
She smiled lightly, and before falling into the darkness, her consciousness was surprisingly clear: this time she would never live again.
In the middle of the moon, Qinfang Palace.
In the hibiscus embroidered tent, the blue silk was scattered over the bed, and Concubine Hua looked at the man's lean and sturdy body obsessively. Long Feili suddenly pushed away the delicate body on his body.
"emperor?"
"What did you put in the soup I drank just now?" Long Feili's eyes sank and he put on his robe.
Concubine Hua was so frightened that she leaned over and knelt on the bed, and said in a panic, "I just think that the medicine can make me more fun, my wife—"
"Min'er, it's only this time, do you understand?" The emperor said coldly, and walked away.
Concentrating on the man's back, Concubine Hua gritted her teeth. With such a strong medicine, he could actually endure not to touch her.
Xuanji curled up in the straw, her shoes fell off at some point, and the soles of her feet were freezing cold, as if stepping into ice and snow. There was bloody phlegm in his heart, and he couldn't get up and down. He covered his mouth and coughed violently, and the dark red slowly flowed down the gap between his fingers.
The weather in early spring was still as frosty and cold as a tiger, and the dungeon was dark and cold. She only felt dizzy, and she knew she must have caught a cold. Powerless to lift up.
Suddenly, there was a slight shudder in the grass, and a huge mouse sprang out and jumped onto her wrist.
She smiled wryly, she didn't even have the strength to drive away the black-haired beast.
There are many rats in the prison, and they are not afraid of people. That thing narrowed its eyes with a faint green light and tore apart the flesh on her wrist.
She just laughed, gritted her teeth, and began to lose consciousness.
In a trance, someone held her feet and put them into her arms. She closed her eyes tightly, and the scent of clear sandalwood lingered in her nose.
"Cuiya, Cuiya." She slurred. That's her little girl. She is afraid of the cold, and when it's cold, the little girl who doesn't talk much always helps her keep warm, although she has warned Cuiya not to.
But, isn't Cui Ya already dead
With tears streaming down her face, she cuddled closer to the warmth, "Cuiya, he's a bad guy. He killed everyone in the Nian family. Today, he beat me."
Her chest was stuffy and painful, and the back of her feet was frostbitten and itchy. She couldn't help but rub her mouth against each other.
In the air, a slight sigh escaped.
She was pulled into a man's arms, and the man put her feet on his lap and scratched gently for her.
"Why did the queen save me that day? Did my death break his heart?" Bei Te bit his lip and the blood was mixed with the rustling tears, and he could no longer release the turbidity.
"Yes, he's a bad guy." The man put his hand away, patted her back, and comforted her softly.
The moonlight was sparse and cold, and a few strands leaked in from the small window at the top of the cell wall, hanging on a face, with long and narrow eyes and a tufted brow.
"You didn't die, it's not that the queen wants to save you, it's because I'm reluctant."