thought that this time would be a peaceful past, but Su Wanqing didn't expect that she would receive that secret letter at that time when she thought it was a peaceful morning meal.

There were four big characters written on it, which made her eyes sting.

"Su Ruosheng, pawn."

She almost jerked to her feet, knocking the bowl in her hand to the ground with a crisp, noisy sound.

The palace people hurriedly came up to check if she was injured somewhere, she felt a little confused, and pushed the palace people away in a trance.

"Ruo, Ruosheng."

For a moment, her mind went blank.

She whispered the name and trembled as she walked out of the hall.

After walking a few steps, he was pulled by the palace people.

"Niangniang, what's wrong with you, don't scare the slave."

The palace people pulled her to the ground and couldn't move.

Her face was fierce and hideous, and she threw the palace people away.

"Ruosheng, Ruosheng, Ruosheng." In a trance, she began to run aimlessly in the other direction outside the hall.

She wanted to get out of the palace, she wanted to meet that person.

In any case, she could not just accept this sudden news.

Because of the vigorous running, the makeup on his face has been spent, the carefully coiled bun is scattered and draped over his shoulders, and the phoenix robe on his body has been wet and stained by the snow on the ground all the way.

When the Imperial Forest Army saw this scene, they wanted to stop Su Wanqing, who was almost crazy, but they were afraid that she would resist violently and hurt her.

They didn't dare to act carelessly.

Dealing with Jin Feiye in the palace, he heard the matter from the people, and the hand holding the fold shook slightly, and his brows tightened instantly.

He got up suddenly, threw the fold aside, flew his clothes, and left the palace.

At the gate of the palace, he saw the petite figure.

She was covering her face, crouching on the ground and crying bitterly.

The back trembled.

He walked slowly and slowly, and finally stopped next to the figure.

"Why, didn't you leave the palace?" He asked softly.

The Imperial Forest Army didn't dare to stop her easily, if she insisted on leaving the palace, I was afraid that even if he came at this time, this figure would not know where it had disappeared.

Su Wanqing gritted her teeth, and her lips were already bloody.

Seeing that a pair of gorgeous boots representing the status of the Ninety-Five appeared in front of her, she didn't care about the occasion at this time, stretched out her hand, just like begging her mother not to throw her down when she was a child, and pinched the corners of his clothes.

He didn't speak for a long time, but his hands tightened the corners of his clothes.

"I've heard that he doesn't want to detoxify the poison in his body, in other words, he doesn't want to live anymore." Jin Feiye whispered word by word.

The little hands that tugged at the corners of his clothes were pale and weak, but they didn't let go as tightly as if they wouldn't let him go.

"I know you're sad, but it's irreparable." He finally crouched down and made eye contact with the petite figure.

"If you want to vent, vent to me, don't embarrass yourself." He took her into his arms, his voice surprisingly gentle.

As soon as I felt the familiar smell, the heart that suppressed the pain seemed to be unshackled, and all the accumulated pain and sorrow instantly overflowed from the bottom of my heart.

"Why, why, why is he like this, Mingming, Mingming, isn't it better to live? Why? For the first time, she vented all her emotions in front of Jin Feiye.

The palace people lowered their heads on the side, not daring to raise their eyes.

Jin Feiye let his little hand beat him, if this could make her easy, he was willing to be beaten to death by her like this.

It was also the first time he had seen her so suppressed and painful.

All jealousy turned to fear, and he was afraid that in the next second, the figure would disappear in front of his eyes because of pain.

He is powerless to be jealous of a dead man.