Wei Ruoshui sniffed the smell of burning charcoal and frowned in disgust, Shi Lan should know that because of some past events that she didn't want to mention, since the day Lian Li was born, her palace didn't need to burn warm carbon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shi Lan didn't speak, but silently put the outside of the palace emergency report on the table and stood aside with her hands down.

"I asked Shi Lan to send it over." King Jing Liancheng said with concern, and before leaving, he carefully explained, "Don't hurt your body again." ”

After he left, Wei Ruoshui slowly exhaled a breath, with mixed feelings in his heart. Now it seems that she has succeeded in making Liancheng mistakenly think that Lian Li is his child, and she doesn't know whether to be happy or guilty.

Without anyone else, she suddenly looked tired, closed her eyes, tapped her index finger on the piano board, and asked slowly, "What's the matter?" ”

"Duanzhou Urgent." Shi Lan's calm eyes fell on the scroll next to the guqin, and there was no trace of warmth in her voice.

Wei Ruoshui tapped his fingers on the table, opened his eyes, and looked at the beautifully bound emergency scroll on the table, for some reason, an ominous premonition arose.

Outside the window, it was stormy and rainy.

No one heard the mournful howl in the wind and rain, just like the night that the Wei royal family couldn't bear to mention many years ago, covering up a lot of truth for the historian.

Twenty-seven years of filial piety, May 30. The sweltering heat that had been accumulated for many days since the beginning of summer finally converged into a sky full of dark clouds, and heavy rain was coming.

The palace of Wei was filled with gloomy clouds, like the dreary weather that made people unable to breathe.

In the past, the brightly lit palace had no singing and laughter, and no long-sleeved light dance.

The night was pervasive, and the pouring rain was pouring down, wrapped in the momentum and killing intent of destroying everything, quiet and resolute.

Under the black curtain, the figures rushed and fled, and the blade slashed down a wail that was too late to let out before death, and the smell of fresh and fishy blood was silent.

In the dark corner of the remote palace, an inky figure flashed, the icy blue soft sword wrapped in splashing raindrops cut through the veins flowing with life, and another corpse fell silently on her lap.

The moment she slashed the enemy's throat, the brocade-clothed palace maid raised her head expressionlessly, looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger, she turned back and nodded to the dark corner.

The pouring rain splashed the yellow paper of several lanterns on the corridor, and the flickering lights were hazy and ambiguous, struggling to sprinkle a few broken rays of light on the figure of the palace maid.

It was a stiff and indifferent face.

The face of the palace maid in brocade clothes is as angular and stiff as a man, her lips are thick, and her eyebrows are thick and black, not like the charming and moving posture that Wei women often have, but like a country wild woman who suddenly came out of the night.

In the dark corner, the figure flickered, and the ladies in palace clothes with a pale face walked out supported by two palace maids with nervous expressions.

One of the palace maids with him watched vigilantly before and after, and one of them protected the young woman and held an umbrella, obviously the status of the graceful and luxurious young woman was not ordinary.

The young woman's belly bulged high, apparently pregnant at term. Pregnant people are not allowed to be cold and wet, but at this time, she faced the heavy rain, stepped on the splashing rain, and followed behind the maid in brocade with difficulty.

"Aunt Shilan, where should we go?"

The little palace maid who was supporting the Empress of Wei didn't scream and be scared when she saw the corpse on the ground, but just wiped the rain on her face, looked at the brocade-clothed palace maid who was leading the way in front, and reminded urgently: "The rain is so heavy, if it goes on like this, the mother can't stand it!" ”

Hearing this, Shi Lan turned her head, glanced at Wei Ruoshui worriedly, frowned and listened to the sounds around her, knowing that she had not yet reached a safe place, she had to shake her head and said coldly: "I can't stop." ”

"Keep walking." Wei Ruoshui's face turned pale, and he took a deep breath and whispered. She held her abdomen with one hand, and stood with the hand of the palace maid beside her with the other, her trembling steps were scattered, obviously struggling to endure great pain.

Even in this situation, she still tried to straighten her back, silently gritted her teeth, and refused to shed a single tear to spend her makeup.

She is the queen of Da Wei, and she can't lose her proper demeanor. However, the bulging belly seemed to be against her, and the mischievous child kicked her suddenly, and the queen's face turned pale for a while, and she couldn't help but snort, and almost bit her lip in pain.

Shi Lan, who was leading the way in front, did not have an umbrella, let the heavy rain splash all over her body, and heard the voice behind her, but her brows were furrowed tighter, and she had no intention of stopping.

She knew better than anyone else that she couldn't stop.

Stop, it means death. If you don't leave, it's too late.

I don't know how many people's blood slowly flowed from the soft sword in Shi Lan's hand, the new and the old, the clear and turbid, and finally condensed into a drop at the tip of her sword, turning into one after another, and bright blood flowers bloomed on the marble slab, which dissolved in the rain and instantly turned into a red stream and gurgled away.

The sound of the wind and rain, the sound of footsteps, all heard in Shi Lan's ears. In the sound of falling rain, she suddenly heard a slight rustling in the grass in front of her, and couldn't help but feel cold, signaling Wei Ruoshui and his party to stop, and she took the lead in raising her sword to be vigilant, and stepped forward to find out the situation.

Wei Ruoshui's face turned even paler, and the ten fingers on the maid's hand couldn't help but tremble slightly. She didn't run, if Shi Lan couldn't stop the other party, then no matter how much she escaped, it would be useless.

A gust of wind mixed with beans and raindrops blew, and the wind was so fierce that it blew away the umbrella in the hand of the palace maid at once, and disappeared into the boundless night after a few rolls.

The palace maid who accompanied her did not exclaim, and immediately raised her sleeves to try to shield Wei Ruoshui from the wind and rain, but unfortunately the rain was getting heavier, and the tortured Wei Ruoshui's face was pale, his hair was messy, and he couldn't feel the coldness of the rain on his face.

The blades of grass in front of him shook, and the young little eunuch in red rolled out, and the little eunuch screamed in pain when his butt hit the ground, and then held a burden of gold and silver, and when he looked up, he looked at the few people in front of him in a daze.

Shi Lan's face was ugly, and she wanted to kill her with a sword.

Not far away, a palace maid who was carefully supporting the queen to hide under the pillar secretly looked up here, was stunned, and then couldn't help but exclaim.

"Xu Heng! How are you! ”

The little eunuch wanted to scream and hold his head and run away, but for some reason he couldn't move under Shi Lan's pressure, so he could only watch the long sword hanging above his head fall in a daze, until the palace maid exclaimed at this time, he twisted his neck with difficulty, caught a glimpse of the palace maid with a surprised face, and saw the woman with a straight stomach but a pale face, he was stunned again, and swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

The palace maid who shouted Xu Heng was stunned again, and exhaled: "Aren't you staying in Qingyuan Palace?!" ”

"The emperor, the emperor, the queen forgive the sin!"

The eunuch Xu Heng reacted at this time, gasped several times at once, and immediately threw the hot package in his hand aside, kneeling on the ground, with a panicked face, his body trembled like a little white rabbit under the tiger's mouth, and he couldn't wait to swallow the package next to him and completely destroy the evidence.

Stealing items in the palace, Wei Lu should gouge out his eyes and cut off his arms.

Wei Ruoshui didn't seem to be able to see the package that exposed the gold and silver artifacts, but just looked coldly at the young eunuch kneeling at his feet, as if it had been a long time before the chapped lips moved, and a hoarse voice sounded:

"Qingyuan Hall...... How is it? (To be continued.) )