The palace lanterns hanging under the eaves were swaying in the night breeze, and the silk lanterns depicting flowers in bloom were flying and rotating in the wind. The face of early summer melted into the night, making it difficult to distinguish.
Su Qianle was an arm's length away from her and could clearly see the fire reflected in her eyes, bright and burning. But the brilliance in her eyes became even more shining because of her deep trust in her.
"You can take care of yourself." Xia Chu looked at her slumped and dim expression, and suppressed the remaining pity in his heart. Finally, he turned around and walked out of the palace, taking the step to say goodbye to her from now on. step.
That's fine. Since it was Lan Yuying who brought her to the Western Region, she no longer had to worry about her life. Xia Chu promised Su Qian'an to spare her life and let her stay here to fend for herself for the rest of her life. It was not considered a loss. His trust.
"Do you think you can leave?"
There was a sarcastic sound coming from behind, as well as the "ho ho" sound coming from Su Qian Le's throat, which had an indescribable and terrifying meaning in the middle of the night, making Xia Chu's whole body inexplicably feel numb.
She ignored it and even quickened her pace, trying to put the sound behind her.
"Xia Chu, don't you still have a bet with the Regent?"
The words that followed finally made Xia Chu stop. Although Su Qianle's tone was light, it seemed to cause huge waves in her heart.
Even Lan Yuying didn't know about such a secret bet. How could Su Qianle, a prisoner, find out about it
unless…
She looked back at Su Qianle and felt countless dangers surging around her.
Standing at the door of the house, Su Qianle looked like a weak willow supporting the wind. After suppressing the ferocious smile just now, her face was calm and she showed a face that should be as beautiful as a flower.
"You lost." Su Qianle's eyes were cold and her voice was gentle.
Overnight, they seemed to be two completely different people.
Sure enough, once the love in the world is lost, clear bones will appear.
Su Qianle suppressed her only wishful thinking, and her whole temperament also underwent an earth-shaking change.
Xia Chu used the dim candlelight in the courtyard to check the left wrist that had just been tested. The red spots there were almost dissipated, leaving only a little pink, and there were no other poisonous colors around the skin.
She stretched out her right hand uneasily and checked her own pulse. After a quick diagnosis, she found that there was neither poisoning nor anything unusual.
Xia Chu's heart relaxed, but his eyes sharpened. Just as he was about to ridicule her for even resorting to alarmist tactics, he suddenly saw Su Qianle pull out a dagger from somewhere.
"You...want to stab me to death?" A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Xia Chu's lips. No matter how bad her fists and kicks were, she was still more than enough to deal with Su Qianle.
Su Qianle drew the knife, but it pointed directly at her heart.
"You still want to force me to death now? I gave you the opportunity. If you insist on seeking death, I will not frown or blink. At most, I will tell Qian'an for you that you have turned into a stick in the Western Region. Loess." Xia Chu's heart felt like death, and he would never feel any pity for her again.
Su Qianle suddenly smiled. The smile was pure, but it made Xia Chu feel an inexplicable palpitation in her heart.
That smile is as bright as a summer flower, too bright, like a spark that burns out life in an instant.
Xia Chu saw the dagger in Su Qianle's hand raised high and then dropped with force.
She half-closed her eyes and looked at him coldly, not intending to use Qing Kung Fu to step forward to rescue him.
In this life, she is no longer a white lotus. She has already shown all her kindness to Su Qianle. She has said so much, whether she wants to live or die, she will do as she pleases.
The tip of the dagger pierced Su Qianle's heart. As blood flowed freely, a stone hit her wrist, causing the dagger in her hand to fall to the ground.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, a man fell in the darkness on the beam. Xia Chu used the dim light of the silk lamp to see his appearance clearly.
She knows this face!
On the last night after leaving the Daliang Palace, when she and Yue Fengwan were talking in Luan Qingchi, Hu Zhijing suddenly jumped out of the grass and shouted loudly. At that time, a man jumped out of the tree and pointed a horizontal knife at Hu Zhijing's throat. place.
She especially remembered that he was a secret guard and Yue Fengwan once called him: "Ghost Needle."
Guizhen should be Yue Fengwan's personal bodyguard, so why would he appear here to protect Su Qianle
Before she could sort out the colorful thoughts in her mind, there was a tearing pain in her left chest. She looked down and saw that the red clothes could not distinguish the color of blood, but she could still see that the brocade on her chest was wet. one slice.
"Your Majesty did not allow you to die now." Gui Pin sternly scolded Su Qianle, turned to the deserted courtyard and shouted: "Come here."
Within a moment, a line of guards rushed in. Xia Chu endured the pain in her left chest and wanted to fly away. As soon as she hit the ground, there was a pulling pain in her ankle, which made her pause.
In just this moment, the ghost needle had already swept over her, and she felt like someone had slapped her on the back of her neck. The scene in front of her gradually became blurry, and Xumi lost consciousness and fainted.
The stars dimmed, and a faint dark blue appeared on the horizon, which was a sign that dawn was about to break.
After hearing Fei Lian's report, Yue Fengwan in Mingyue Palace muttered to himself outside the window with his hands behind his hands: "He ran away after all."
Fei Lian lowered his eyebrows and carefully asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, how should I deal with it?"
"Is the injury serious?"
Fei Lian was slightly stunned for a while before he realized: "The injury was not serious. The dagger only penetrated the tip a little. The ghost needle fell in time. The female doctor has already checked it out. It's okay."
Yue Feng lowered his eyes, and the long and thin eyelashes covered the worry in his eyes and cast a thin shadow on his face.
The night outside the window was so dark that Fei Lian couldn't tell what kind of plan his face hidden in the darkness was leaning toward, so he could only maintain his saluting posture and silently waited for his signal.
I don't know how much time passed, but Fei Lian was about to ask another question when he suddenly heard his order.
"Send her back to the originally arranged room and let her sleep well for the last time."
"Yes." Fei Lian responded respectfully but did not retreat.
Yue Fengwan turned to look at him, with a hint of impatience in her slender peach blossom blue eyes: "Is there anything else?"
Fei Lian pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and asked hesitantly at the risk of being punished: "Zi Luo has been kneeling outside the palace for many hours. She... is wearing thin clothes, and the spring dew is heavy. The subordinates are afraid..."
Yue Fengwan snorted: "Weak?"
There was a hint of mockery in the expression on that face, which made Fei Lian feel his chest stagnate, and there was an invisible pressure that made it difficult for him to breathe.
Yue Fengwan turned his eyes to the window again: "That's all, I don't want to see her again in the future."
Fei Lian felt relieved and quickly responded: "Yes, my subordinates must ask her to take good care of Princess Wanlan and not let her set foot in Mingyue Palace again."
(End of chapter)