The winter melon monk pulled out the last silver needle on the queen mother's body with a solemn face, breathed a sigh of relief, and put the needle into the box. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info "Amitabha." In less than half an hour, the Queen Mother will wake up. ”

Seeing Gonggong Guo's worried look, he thought for a while, and then said: "The old illness is fine, it's just angry and angry, just rest and rest." Closing the needle box, he took a sip of the tea handed over by the little eunuch, and continued: "It's better for Gong Guo to send someone to ask Kang Lao, the Queen Mother will definitely ask Your Majesty about her condition when she wakes up." ”

"Ouch!" Guo Gonggong patted his head, "Look at my memory, what you remind the master is that the miscellaneous family is anxious to look at the Queen Mother and forget such an important matter." He glanced at the Queen Mother, who was lying quietly, and said in a low voice: "The master said that the Queen Mother will not wake up for a while, right? The provincial message is not clear. ”

"That's very good!" the winter melon monk handed the handkerchief he had just dried to the little eunuch who was waiting beside him. "Then there is the Lord of Lao Guo. Good ......"

Before he could say the word "yay", he saw the door curtain being lifted, and Kang Lao walked in from the outside in a hurry, rushed to the winter melon monk without saying anything, grabbed his hand, and dragged it out, muttering, "No, you have to tell me clearly! What the hell is going on with Your Majesty......"

"Kang Lao ......" Seeing this posture, Guo Gonggong was anxious. Kang Lao actually sent it to the door, how could he let him leave now? Hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Kang Lao, "How is Your Majesty?"

So, these three people, one by one, like sugar gourds, strung together at the door, causing the little girl who had just entered the palace to laugh in a low voice.

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Ye Luo covered his elbows, pretended to be calm and turned his head to glare at the Praetorian Guards behind him who were speechless: "You guys, I'll leave by myself!" The expressionless Praetorian Guards ignored her complaints, grabbed her arm, and half-dragged her into the prison door. The strong inertia made her stumble and fall to the cold, damp ground.

The creaky wooden door slammed shut behind her, and with the sound of metal clattering, the fence door was locked from the outside.

"Hey, don't go, why lock me up, don't go!"

"Hey!"

"Hey, come back!"

Ignoring the sore knee, Ye Luo panicked and half-propped up his body and shouted at the back of the Praetorian Guard. But no one answered her. It turned out that the footsteps farther away gave her an answer.

The thick wooden sticks of the bowl cut the dim environment outside, making the already cold cell even more depressing. Ye Luo, who gradually adapted to the dim environment, rubbed his knees and sat up from the ground with difficulty.

"Huh, isn't this Ye Luo?"

"Murong actually didn't take her away?"

"That's right, when we were arrested, I saw them let Murong go with my own eyes. ”

"Aren't they on good terms?

A deliberately muffled conversation broke the silence around them. Ye Luo looked for prestige, and there were still several people leaning on each other in the corner of the cell. That's where the sound comes from.

The person who didn't have time to think about talking said that she combed her hair in a panic, and wanted to straighten the crooked bead hairpin, and her embarrassment couldn't let others see it.

Unexpectedly, Bu Shao and the earrings were entangled in the previous pushing, and when she pulled, the pain in her heart made her "hiss".

"It seems that Murong has given up on her"

"yes, it's good to be able to protect yourself for such a big thing. Who cares about her?"

"yes, it's pathetic. ”

The girls continued to talk.

Yan Bing leaned in the direction of Yaqiu, glanced at Ye Luo, and said in frustration: "I don't know what happened to my sister, where was she imprisoned! As he spoke, he began to cry.

Yaqiu let out a long sigh and reached out to hold Yan Bing in her arms. She's nervous, she's scared, too. But what can be done? Qin Mei doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and the King of Qi and the Queen Mother are unconscious, maybe they will be safe for the time being at this time.

But what will happen in the future? What will be the outcome for them? In this game, they are just small characters who can be sacrificed at any time.

Killed, expelled, and assigned? She didn't dare to think about it, but she couldn't help but think about it. hugged Yan Bing, who was crying silently in her arms, and she also sobbed.

"What happened? Why did they lock me up?" Pointing to the direction where the Imperial Forest Army left, ignoring the pain in his earlobe, Ye Luo shouted excitedly: "What did you just say? I just left for a while, how did I become like this?!What is the uncertainty of life and death?What do you all know?What is the matter???!

The dim light in the cell made Ye Luo unable to see the person in the corner. But listening to the voice, it seems to be Yan Bing.

"What? Qinmei? Is Qinmei finally going to die? Is it going to die! Hahahahaha! But ...... But...... Sister Murong, how is my Sister Murong?" I wanted to go up to them and reason with them, but I stood up with my body propped up, but I didn't think that my knees were still numb, my center of gravity was unstable, and I fell to the ground again.

"Qinmei is going to die, die, die! Hahahahaha! It's really a good death! There is no one to block Sister Murong's path anymore!" Ye Luo laughed.

"Shut your mouth!" the voice of the clouds came from the other direction. Unexpectedly, Yu Bing was actually planning an assassination, and in an instant, many things from before became clear.

Recently, Yu Bing's state has been very strange, and Yun Cai thought that she was just worried about what she would do in the future. Unexpectedly, she was actually planning an assassination.

Seeing that no one answered again, Ye Luo went crazy: "You know right, what's going on, here's someone! Someone! Someone! Explain it to me! Sister Murong! Come on!" Ye Luo shook the fence and shouted hysterically.

"What is your name!Sister Qinmei's life and death are uncertain, are you happy?Murong Linshuang is gone!Are you satisfied?" Yan Bing broke away from Yaqiu's embrace and yelled at Ye Luo.

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"Qinmei?? Qinmei?"

A call came into Qin Mei's mind.

A ray of light appeared in the endless darkness, as if to pull her back from her deep silence. Like a lowly phototaxis animal, she began to unconsciously move in the direction of the rays. But his feet were stuck in the abyss beneath him. Slowly, little by little, she rubbed into the light, trying to escape from this oppressive situation.

"Qinmei, wake up, Qinmei?" Haotian called softly in Qinmei's ear. Looking at her pale face, Haotian began to wonder if the three-year agreement with her was right. For the sake of a seemingly destined "right person", is it worth it for her to endure these hardships.

When he heard the news from his subordinates that he had found Qin Mei at the Wharf of the Dead, he was writing in his study. The tip of the pen that had just been filled with ink stopped on the rice paper. The black ink ball slowly blurred on the paper, just like the uneasiness in Haotian's heart at this time, getting bigger and deeper.

Although she foresaw that she would have this catastrophe, she didn't expect that the power of soul traction was so great that Qin Mei's soul flew out of the sky again. He began to blame himself. If he hadn't proposed a three-year contract, how could Qinmei be hurt like this?

"Qinmei, wake up, Qinmei, wake up!" he took Qinmei's hand and pressed it to his cheek, as if he could convey his strength and hope to her.

When Qin Mei opened her eyes, she saw this scene.

Haotian closed his eyes and looked solemn, as if he was praying. Her hand was held tightly by him, pressed against his slightly pale face. Qin Mei's heart warmed.

"Is it another dream?" she said with a slight movement of her index finger. Hao is naïve and naughty, and he doesn't live a good life leisurely, he has to learn to steal the style of a child, and keeps running into her dreams.

Looking at Qin Mei who was smiling in front of him, Haotian breathed a sigh of relief. Holding Qin Mei's hand slightly, he pressed her soft to his face a little tighter. It seems that he wants to use this to convey his worries and thoughts to her.

Looking at each other, both of them had a stomach full of people who wanted to talk, but neither of them spoke. Just staring at each other quietly. There was no sound other than the tiny clatter of the hourglass.

There is no need for words, it seems that this is their heavenly age.

"Don't go back, stay!" After a long time, Haotian said the words that had turned thousands of times in his heart. He didn't want to see Qinmei work so hard. He just wants her to be safe and happy by his side, like 1,300 years ago, with a carefree smile every day, and live a worry-free life.

After listening to Haotian's words, Qin Mei was stunned. Staying?Wasn't Haotian in her dream?Why did she let her stay?She looked away from Haotian's eyes and looked around. Familiar tent tops, familiar round tables, familiar tastes?? This is actually Haotian's room.

She looked at Haotian in surprise, trying to figure out what was going on. At this moment, the memories of before she fell unconscious flooded into her mind. The sword she flew over to block for King Qi, the assassination of Fei Bing, the grand banquet?? A little bit of the memory came back to her mind.

"You are borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, and the connection between the soul and the body is unstable. The sword of Yu Bing caused a heavy blow to the body and bounced you out. Haotian pulled back Qin Mei's hair scattered on the pillow, and then said, "Do you think the hairpin I gave you only has the effect of contacting me?"

"Isn't it?" Qin Mei was a little confused.

"It can help you stabilize your soul and allow you to merge better with your body. Feeling her hair, Haotian smiled softly.

"No wonder!" As if talking to himself, Qin Mei understood, "Could it be that the monk would see the doorway, it turns out that it still has such a function??"

"I can't bear to see you hurt again and again. Grabbing Qin Mei's wrist, he slid the soft and boneless hand attached to his face to his heart, "I'm distressed??"

Qin Mei was stunned for a moment, as if the seal of a soft corner of her heart was instantly removed, and a warm current gradually surged from the bottom of her heart, spreading from her heart to her limbs, climbing up her fingertips, and fainting into her eyes.

"Slowly, in its form, in vain.

Glittering, no one is seen.

Slowly, there is nothing in the dust.

Falling its stamen, no one praises. ”

Haotian sang softly the song that Qin Mei taught him, as if he had returned to the valley full of golden chrysanthemums. The wind whipped up the petals and danced between the sideburns of their clothes, and they snuggled together as if there was only one other left between heaven and earth. (To be continued.) )