At night, the wind is surging, and the sky is thundering. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info an extremely thick lightning bolt like a crack in the gloomy night sky, "crackling", as if it was about to split the Red Hunt Peak in half. The pouring rain began to violently wash the palace of Emperor Zhao, a solemn and imposing building under the sky.

There was a "clang", and in the westernmost part of the entire palace, the gate was tightly closed in a decadent and depressed courtyard that seemed to have never been cared for. The heavy rain washed away Feng Jiu Kite's green silk, and she lay on the ground, the heavy grief and blow in her heart were like the rain at this time, so that she couldn't get up.

Her father had just died, and she was thrown into the cold palace by the ruthless emperor, and she didn't have time to recover from the pain of her father's death, she couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure it out.

The maid on the side, He'er, knelt down to her side and helped her up, "Queen Mother, let's go in first, otherwise we will get a cold!"

Feng Jiu Yuan trembled and grabbed He'er's hand, got up in embarrassment, ran towards the old eaves, pushed open the door, and a burst of dust rushed towards him. He Er raised his hand and fanned the ashes, opened his eyes to see the pitch black inside, and suddenly felt a cold and terrifying. She hugged Feng Jiu Kite's arm tightly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, slave maid go and light the lamp, you wait here first!"

Feng Jiu Yuan nodded, watching He Er boldly step over the threshold and walk in.

He Er is Feng Jiu Kite's personal maid since she was a child, and the reason why she was selected by General Feng Ming to become Feng Jiu Kite's personal maid is not only because of her extraordinary courage, but also because of her excellent spiritual root.

In the more than 130 Xiuzhen empires in this Xuanzun Continent, what the world judges from the heart is not your family and wealth, but the true strength in your body. Feng Jiu Kite, as the only daughter of Feng Ming, the famous first general of the Zhao Empire, failed to inherit the bloodline of the first general of the Weizhen battlefield at all, and was born as a waste material. Although his medical skills are superb, he is despised and shameless by the world, and even if he has a great background, he is still a laughing stock.

In order to protect his daughter from bullying, General Fengming had to choose a maid with a good spiritual root and loyal protector to protect him, and this maid was He'er.

He Er was trained by General Fengming since he was a child, and now he has just turned thirteen, and his cultivation has broken through the heartbeat period to reach the spiritual silence period, among his peers, He Er is really talented, and it is not in vain General Fengming's careful teaching.

Feng Jiu Kite shivered a little, the weather in late autumn was inevitably a little cold, and with a heavy rain, it was even more cold.

The lights in the room flickered and brightened, but the situation in the room was not optimistic. The roof resembles the withered rafters, and the unrepaired tiles are not covered, and the rainwater is pouring in through the large and small holes, and it is difficult to find a place to stay.

A chill rose in my heart again. He Er helped Feng Jiu Kite into the house and found a fairly dry place to sit down. Feng Jiu Kite grabbed He'er's hand, and her dark eyes were like mist and water, "He'er, why do you say Donghuang...... Why did you do this to me? My father had just won the throne for him, and now he had died on the battlefield for him, and instead of being grateful, he deposed me!"

He Er hugged the emaciated Feng Jiu Kite tightly in distress, and shed two lines of tears with pity, "Niangniang, the master is gone, and the slave is here, no matter what happens in the future, the slave and the maid will swear to protect the mother!"

Tears rolled down, from childhood to adulthood, Feng Jiu Kite cried for the first time. She is a waste material, she has been looked down upon since she was a child, and thousands of ridicule and spurning have never knocked her down, even if she is secretly bullied and falls hard, she never cries, because her father told her that no matter what she encounters, she must be strong. The reason why a person is strong is not because of how much power he has, but because his heart is strong enough. This is an era of the jungle, and only when the heart is strong can it not be defeated.

But now, her heart has burst and collapsed, and she has been completely crushed. Her only relative, died on the battlefield. The man she loves is abandoned like a shoe. She treats her as her own sister and betrays her superiority.

Could it be that she will live and die in this decadent cold palace for the rest of her life?

"Ahh

"!"

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In the early morning of the next day, a few uninvited guests came to the cold palace.

He Er helped Feng Jiu Kite out of the dilapidated house, looked at the woman in a golden silk phoenix robe at the door, the woman's bright red lips were sneering, and she lifted her lips and said, "Nine Kites, how does it feel to be replaced?"

This woman is General Feng Ming's adopted daughter Feng Xianyin, a woman with extraordinary spiritual roots carefully selected by General Feng Ming from a group of orphans after the birth of Feng Jiu Kite, only four years older than He Er, but her cultivation has already broken through the spiritual silence period, after all kinds of hard training and cultivation that is not inferior to men, General Feng Ming finally made her the youngest and most prominent female among the strong women in the Zhao Empire.

It's a pity that General Feng Ming didn't know that this woman Feng Xianyin, who he had worked so hard to cultivate and was ready to be awarded the mantle and was expected to become the first female general of the Zhao Empire, was actually a betrayer who betrayed his family, finally sent him to death, and caused his daughter to enter the cold palace. He didn't know that his biological daughter was about to go to his back road and become a ghost in the ghost gate of Sen Leng.

Feng Jiu Yuan looked at her with a pale face, this sister who was only a few months older than herself, and who had loved her since she was a child, although she was not born to her father, but she Feng Jiu Yuan treated her like a sister, every time she was punished, she would intercede for Feng Xianyin in front of her father, and even beat her for her. I didn't expect it......

Trembling her pale lips slightly, Feng Jiu Yuan's black and jeweled eyes looked at her hatefully, and the slender hand holding the door frame slowly tightened.

"What, do you want to eat me?" Feng Xianyin approached with a piercing snicker, "It's a pity that you can't even guarantee your life and death when you enter here!" After saying that, he made a look, and the seven guards behind him suddenly raised the long sword in their hands, and the true yuan power gathered at the tip of the sword, and when he swung it, he united and burst out with an extremely powerful flame power, attacking towards Feng Jiu Kite.

He Er snorted coldly, "Despicable and shameless!" A purple light appeared in his hand, and at the same time as a purple lotus flower opened, a barrier was instantly erected, blocking the attack of the flames.

It's just that when the spirit rune in Feng Xianyin's hand was swung out, the barrier became broken glass, and the spirit rune suddenly turned into thousands of sharp arrows and pierced into He'er's brain!

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Feng Jiu Kite, and a big mouthful of red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, "Niangniang......"

"He'er!" Feng Jiu Kite picked her up and sat down on the ground, "He'er!"

"Niangniang......" He Er held her hand tightly, and a purple light faintly floated in her palm, penetrating Feng Jiu Kite's palm, quietly flowing into her blood, spreading, "He Er can no longer protect Niangniang, I'm sorry ......"

Zhenyuan dispersed, Feng Jiu Yuan stroked He Er's round eyes, that is, at the same time, a cold hand clamped her neck, and Feng Xianyin's distorted face magnified in front of her eyes, "Feng Jiu Yuan, you go to hell!"

Feng Jiu Kite's face turned from pale to purple, and she trembled and wanted to break that hand, but after all, she had more than enough strength and suffocated to death.