Looking at the long sword approaching King Qi, Qin Mei threw down the teapot in his hand that was about to pour tea for the Queen Mother, and flew in the direction of King Qi, wanting to push King Qi away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info At this time, she had only one thought in her mind: "I can't let him die!".

Who knew that before he could take two steps, he stepped on the skirt under his feet, and Qin Mei threw himself towards the King of Qi in front of him. At this time, the tip of the sword had come to King Qi, and when she saw Qin Mei suddenly rushing out in front of her, she was shocked and wanted to withdraw the long sword, but unfortunately it was too late. I saw the sharp tip of the sword flashing, and it rushed straight towards the predetermined route.

A subtle "poof" sound sounded, and the tip of the sword sank into the back of Qin Mei, who had just fallen into King Qi's arms. The crimson blood instantly stained her azure gown.

There was a sudden silence in the hall. As if time had stopped, everyone stared blankly, watching the scene unfolding in front of them.

King Qi lowered his head, looked at Qin Mei who suddenly fell into his arms in amazement, and couldn't help but reach out and wrap his hand around her. Suddenly, I felt something hot and sticky on my right hand. He raised his hand to see, and the blinding red on his palm made his eyes hurt. This pain seemed to rush from the bottom of his heart to the bottom of his heart.

"It seems to have caught up!" Qin Mei endured the pain, and tried to pull out a smile to look at the King of Qi in surprise.

The pain in her back spread little by little in her limbs, eroding her nerves. It turns out that the long sword is so cold, and it can hurt so much...... But it's okay, he's fine.

Qin Mei felt her consciousness slowly peeling away from her body. It is like a drowning person who has given up struggling in the water, just letting gravity drag his body down, deeper and deeper, farther and farther away...... Until nothing can be seen.

"You...... What's wrong with you?" Seeing Qin Mei falling in his arms, King Qi was a little surprised. He had fantasized countless times about this woman falling into his arms. But he never imagined that it would be on such an occasion.

At this moment, he could feel her softness, her fragrance, and her body temperature, but he had no intention of tasting these now.

I felt the feeling of being held in his arms and felt the tingling sensation in my back. Watch his face magnify in her eyes. His anxiety, his surprise, were all caught in her eyes.

Qin Mei breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as he lives, I still have a chance to ......" At this thought, her tense body seemed to have finally deflated in his arms, slowly softening and slowly sliding down. Due to the vibration just now, the hairpin that was transparent slipped out of the bun of the eyebrows a little bit. Eventually, it fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Haotian, is it right for me to do this?" Qin Mei only had this thought left in his mind before he passed out.

"Hey, wake up, Qinmei, wake up!" King Qi hugged the unconscious lovely child in his arms, and suddenly panicked. She sank a little bit, and he had to hold her with his arms harder.

He was very close to her. Close enough that he could see his own expression in her eyes. His own look of shock and worry.

"Hmm......" He saw a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and before his brain could savor it, it was occupied by the familiar pain that burst majestically from the depths of his heart. He snorted and sat down on the ground with her in his arms. His hand subconsciously hugged her, as if only by rubbing her into the depths of his soul could he untie the Gu that came from nowhere on his body.

But the pain in his body did not lessen because of the increase in the strength of his arms, but only intensified. A heart wants to burst through the chest and jump out. Until his body couldn't bear the overwhelming pain, his eyes went dark, so he hugged her like this and fainted.

"My son......" The Queen Mother looked at King Qi who had passed out, her heart tightened, her throat was sweet, and she also fell crookedly.

A second ago, he was still complaining about how Qinmei was so impotent, and Guo Gonggong, who dropped the teapot, was so frightened by the fainting of the Queen Mother that he was out of his mind. Hurriedly reached out and hugged the Queen Mother. But the queen mother's body fell softly, and Guo Gonggong had to hug the queen mother and sit on the ground. Trembling over and over again, he wiped the blood spilling from the Queen Mother's mouth with his sleeve, and shouted at the top of his throat, "Escort, Imperial Doctor, Master Winter Melon, help!"

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The long sword in Yu Bing's hand was still straight and straight, maintaining a forward stabbing posture. She was secretly glad that she was about to succeed in the last second, but she was stunned for a moment. Qin Mei appeared in front of King Qi without warning. The blinding red lines quickly moved towards her along the blade. Burned her eyes, her hands. As if she had been shocked, her wrist trembled and she let go of the hilt of her sword.

The long sword lost its support, the hilt sank down, the tip of the sword lifted upwards in the Qinmei vest, and then slipped out of her body, and as the tip of the sword slid down, a small puff of blood seemed to have been suppressed for a thousand years, eagerly spraying its charm in all directions. It is also like an epiphany, withering in an instant. The touching red spread silently behind Qinmei, like the rising morning glow, dyeing the sky red and dyeing the eyes.

How could this be? Why did Qin Mei suddenly appear in front of King Qi? Why did she fall just now? Why did she have to be willing to suffer this sword? Didn't she want revenge? After shedding so much blood, was she still alive? I killed her?

Yu Bing asked herself these questions over and over again. With this question, her right hand trembled unconsciously. It was this hand, it was this hand that killed Qin Mei. grabbed his right hand, which was trembling as if it was not a part of his body, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Mei who had fainted in King Qi's arms.

When Yu Bing stabbed out that sword, Ling Xiao was standing behind King Qi, thinking about King Qi's heart disease. This illness is very strange, and even Kang Lao is helpless.

Although they all felt that there was something wrong with the winter melon monk's chatter, what debts and what fates, and who should believe which ones? But looking at the monk's appearance in his chest, he couldn't be sure, could it be that what the monk said was true? Is there really such a nonsense talk of reincarnation debts? While thinking, he shook his head, how is this possible.

Just in the middle of this self-talk, Qin Mei was already in front of King Qi. "Escort!" Ling Xiao instantly flew over, stopped in front of Yu Bing, and quickly tapped her acupoint with his sword scabbard.

The long sword had already fallen, and Yu Bing was still in shock, and there was no resistance to Ling Xiao's movements. Just like that, he restrained him.

Next, it's a field of chickens and dogs.

Because everything happens between the lights and the fire. By the time everyone in the main hall had recovered from the staggered planning, the Imperial Forest Army had already rushed into the main hall and blocked all the exits; Kang Lao and the winter melon monk rushed into the main hall from the apse with their front and back feet, and Kang Lao almost tripped over the threshold because of the hurry; the eunuchs and palace maids also rushed in an orderly manner, brought soft couches, and moved the nobles to the apse......

Amid the exclamations of the girls, a group of Imperial Guards rushed into the side hall, drew their swords, and pointed them at them. Between the flashes of the sword, the hairpin skirts huddled together looked at each other, and their faces were discolored.

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Red. An overwhelming red mandala surrounded him in the center. He looked around blankly, and there was nothing but a sea of flowers. Just when he wanted to reach out and touch these tulips, the crimson fragrant flowers suddenly flowed, like a distorted landscape painting, overwhelmingly churning, flowing in front of his eyes, in his ears, and between his fingers.

He raised his hand, and suddenly found a strand of jet-black hair lying in the palm of the hand he had just touched. Look forward along this strand of green silk. She saw the pale Qin Mei smile weakly at him, and opened her mouth to say something.

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you!" he stepped forward.

Qin Mei smiled and said again. But he still couldn't hear.

"What the hell are you talking about, I really can't hear you!" he took another step forward.

When Qin Mei said it a third time, but still couldn't hear it, he was a little crazy. I wanted to reach out and grab Qinmei and ask clearly, but found that he couldn't catch Qinmei. The person who was clearly in front of him was like a haze, and his hand could even penetrate her sleeve.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and he saw Qin Mei looking up at the sky, following the gust of wind without looking back, almost wanting to fly away.

"Don't go, don't go, what did you just say? Don't go!" he stretched out his hands into the air, trying to grab Qin Mei. She only paused slightly, and turned her head just in time to meet his somewhat confused gaze. She reached out, trying to take his outstretched hands. Suddenly, as if she heard a call from afar, she turned her head to look into the distance for a while, then looked back at him who was reluctant to give up, smiled, and disappeared without a trace with the gust of wind.

"Qinmei, Qinmei!" As he called out urgently, King Qi waved his hands and sat up from the bed.

Everyone in the room was startled at first, and then fell to their knees.

Looking at the eunuch palace maid and the imperial doctor kneeling in front of him, King Qi was stunned.

It turned out to be a dream. Why did he dream of Qinmei? Why was Qinmei about to leave him? As soon as he thought of this, his heart ached again. Hurriedly pressed it with his right hand, trying to ease the pain a little.

With his movements, the eunuchs and palace maids all over the ground were in an uproar.

"Your Majesty, don't move!"

"Your Majesty woke up, hurry up and drink this bowl of medicine first"

"Let Wechen come and cut the pulse for His Majesty"

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"What about Qinmei?" asked King Qi after breathing a sigh of relief.

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The soothing incense pieces were put into the incense burner by the maid, lit, and placed on the cabinet next to the dresser. Before the curling light smoke rose into a line, it was blown crooked by the wind brought up by the hurried footsteps of the palace people, and was broken by the ring of the palace maid who trotted out, and dissipated into the air.

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 said softly to Gonggong Guo while putting the needle into the box: "Amitabha." In less than half an hour, the Queen Mother will wake up. (To be continued.) )