The queen clenched his old hand, her bloody nails digging deep into his bark-like skin. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The two lines of cold tears rolled down quickly, and his eyes were full of despair, anger and unwillingness. Suddenly, he looked up and laughed frantically, and he didn't stop for a long time.

The sun had slowly fallen, and the laughter suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and the queen seemed to have lost all her strength, and said slowly: "That's the end of today, pull her back." The scene in front of her overwhelmed her - the concubine, who had been dead for six years, had skin like clotted fat and lips like peach blossoms, so vivid that she seemed to be asleep and would wake up at any time. If such a strange scene is used by someone with a heart, I don't know what kind of turmoil it will set off. can only be secretly sent back to the palace first, and then make plans after studying, and the practice can only be done.

In the dusk, the blue and gray sedan chair departed, followed by a four-wheeled car, pulling the black coffin, slowly driving towards an inconspicuous abandoned courtyard in the inner courtyard of the palace. The owl glittered its big bright eyes among the branches and cried like a cry.

"Mother, you're back!" As soon as Liuzhu saw the queen, she hurriedly greeted her, took her hand, and said, "All the ladies are still waiting at the Xuanwu Gate, and no one dares to leave without your order."

"Let them all disperse." The queen's voice was jerky, a wisp of green silk slipped from her forehead, and her body just touched the warmth, and she collapsed on it.

"But there is no explanation for this, so everyone waited in vain for most of the day, I am afraid it will damage the prestige of the mother."

"Scattered!"

Inside the Xuanwu Gate, dozens of concubines ordered people to move the circle chairs together, drinking the clouds and mist of Xingong's Lushan Mountain, idle, waving Luo Fan and fluttering at the flying fireflies that fell beside them, looking slightly tired. From noon to evening, the flowers had already lost their color, their energy was drained, and the collective remained silent.

Suddenly, there was another sword-like roar from the cold palace in the west, and the plane tree seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and a group of black shadows stepped on the branches. The birds all ran like crazy to the source of the sound.

As soon as Liuzhu arrived, he saw everyone's panicked appearance. Concubine Xian had already gotten up and hesitated to leave, but Concubine Yi shrunk in her chair and wiped her tears. Some people are stupid, some people sneer.

Liuzhu was in a mess, her face was embarrassed, and she explained to everyone that the queen mother had a sudden fever and could not come to preside over the ceremony, so please go back and rest first. Someone anxiously stepped forward to inquire about the condition and wanted to visit, but when another chirp sounded, he dropped a sentence: "When the queen is better, the concubine will go to ask for peace again", quickly got on the sedan chair and disappeared behind the Xuanwu Gate.

After the crowd dispersed, only the concubines remained, with their big charming eyes open, standing there without saying anything, looking at the beads.

"What else is going on with Concubine Li?" Liuzhu asked with a smile.

"My rice grains were recruited by that ghost, but what should I do? Please Sister Queen must make the decision for me. The concubine rubbed her bewitching pink nails and said sadly.

"Is that the divine bird?" Liuzhu remembered that the bird would play some tricks, and the queen mother had specially rewarded her.

Concubine Li nodded and said, "Exactly." Last night, Mi Li'er ran into the yard like crazy, I don't circle it on weekdays, and when the ghost screamed, it flew away like a bird in the tree, and never came back. I sent someone to look for it for a day and a night, but I couldn't find it. She looked at the plane tree behind her, her eyes red.

"Don't worry, the queen will definitely solve this matter and give everyone an explanation."

Concubine Li wiped her tears, and asked the queen how she got the fever, how the imperial doctor saw it, and what medicine she took. Liuzhu answered one by one. Both of them ignored the mournful chirps, and finally saluted each other before turning away.

There was neither water nor food, only that after each episode, the man floated in and gently fed the slightly sweet liquid with his lips. She had been ill twenty-three times, and although I don't know exactly how long it had been, I could be sure that she had been awake for several days. It was strange that she did not feel thirsty or hungry. She had realized that the person who fed her was the key.

"Be sure to stay awake when the man comes." She made up her mind. Helplessly, the man seemed to have pinched the right time, and always came after she became ill, when she was tired and unconscious.

Pretending to have a seizure to lure him in? She pondered the course of the disease, made up her mind and began to act.

Clenched his fists, slashed his nails into his palms, felt the pain seep in little by little, curled up his legs, twisted his body into a strange posture, and began to scream with all his might, one higher than the other, sad and tactful.

The sorrow that came from nowhere in her heart drowned her like a river. She tossed and turned with tears on her face, as if she was really sick.

I don't know how long she howled, she was exhausted, closed her eyes, and waited quietly.

So repeatedly, when she finished the tenth performance and was resting with her eyes closed, she suddenly heard a "pop", and a clear cold wind came to her face.

She panicked in her heart, closed her eyes tightly, and tried to slow her breathing, making herself feel more like she was asleep. You can't scare him away.

The man quickly grabbed her wrist, warm fingers reaching for her veins. Between breaths, she gasped, relaxed, and carefully lowered her hand.

"He's worried." This thought made her heart warm up. Inadvertently, the soft lips came up as usual.

He gently teased her lips with his tongue, and the sweet liquid came down little by little. Completely awake, she didn't know how to breathe, she didn't know how to swallow, she almost choked on water, and an inexplicable feeling gradually rose in her heart. She struggled a little and didn't dare to open her eyes. She didn't know how to deal with a stranger so gentle.

As the water gradually ran out, she couldn't hold her breath anymore and opened her mouth to breathe in a panic. As soon as his lips opened lightly, he took his soft lips, more like he was actively responding to him.

His lips quivered slightly, and he hesitated for only a moment, and then kissed deeply. Like a diver, from the cold wind in the sky, he plunged headlong into the bottomless black abyss.

He held back, sucking on her tender red lips with great pity, and the tip of his tongue gently wrapped around her cloves.

Gradually, her breathing became more and more intense, and her breath was full of unique aromatic scent, like being in a warm and humid tropical rainforest, with a huge and delicate Manzhu Sawa blooming behind her.

The taste of aggression grew stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to swallow her in the stomach. The hard pain crashed into her heart as her lips and teeth collided, and she could feel his almost crazy goodbye taste.

Although she didn't know who he was, she could easily read the complex love in this kiss. Her body and mind, which had not yet fully adapted, seemed to carry some kind of memory, and her heart followed him up and down, making her powerless to resist.

Suddenly, a warm teardrop fell into her closed eyes, just like the tears she had shed, poignant and moving. With that tear in her mouth, she slowly opened her eyes, and for a moment she was in a trance, and she was covered by a warm and dry hand. Only a glimmer of broken brightness can be glimpsed between the fingers. She blinked, her lashes tickling the touch of a brush in his palm, in exchange for a heavy gasp. So affectionate, but she didn't dare to see each other, she frowned slightly, not knowing why.

She was about to struggle, but in an instant, the restraints on her lips and eyes were gone, and when she opened her eyes, the man was gone. Only a fresh breeze in the air, mixed with his peculiar smell, proved that it was not a dream.

She rubbed her fingers against her lips and suddenly came to her senses. was kissed so much by him that he forgot the real purpose of deceiving him. Between lovers, I don't know how he got out. Quickly running out of bed, she slapped the stone wall hard: "Wait, big brother, please let me out", she knew that he hadn't gone far yet, she would definitely be able to hear it.

The man outside the wall, hearing this title, suddenly shrank his pupils, leaned against the wall in a dejected manner, silent, and his thoughts drifted somewhere.

"I ...... I was sick and I couldn't remember who I was or why I was here. Please let me out. She was pretty sure that this man had affection for her or maybe her body, and she looked at her hands and body carefully, and it was so ...... Bai Run, at all, is not the pair of hands that she remembered for a long time hitting the keyboard and enlarged joints.

For a while, although there was still no movement, she was sure that the man was outside the wall. Recalling the meaningful and emotionally complicated kiss just now, her white little face was dyed crimson, and she bowed her head and said, "If you don't want to meet, I'll close my eyes, don't see or listen, okay?" ”

No one responded, not even a hint of wind. She waited a quarter of an hour, bowing her head in frustration. The teardrop with body temperature, the shallow grinding of the warmth of the veins, the crazy gnawing of the desperate body, obviously so deeply in love, why did he avoid it, why did he bear to abandon her in this strange secret room.

She leaned her back against the wall tiredly, her center of gravity unsteady, and she stumbled into the darkness. I don't know when, but the door was opened, and the man was gone. The heavy stone wall spun around silently, throwing her out and returning to her original appearance in an instant.

It's so dark that you can't see your fingers, and it's as quiet as a vacuum. After careful exploration, she found that it was a long road that sloped upward, and she began to crawl upwards little by little, leaning against the cold and wet wall.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold wind brushed her cheeks, and the warm scent of flowers wafted through the air. She took a quick step towards the glimmering hole.

Pushing aside the grass and trees hidden at the entrance of the cave, she jumped out in three or two steps, breathed in the warm smoke, looked up at the starry dark blue night sky, and became happy.

Looking back, the entrance was already hidden in a wall of brilliant roses.

She walked briskly on the cobblestone path, bees and butterflies fluttering among the grass, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed. I didn't expect that outside of that weird secret room was a beautiful garden. Several fireflies chased after each other, "buzzing" past her ears quickly. On a whim, she chased after her.

Hiding behind a white peony larger than her face, she quietly approached the three fireflies that were playing. Just as he was about to get up, on the path in the distance, a little eunuch with a male duck voice howled: "Ghost, ......" ran away with a smoke. The ominousness in Qingge's heart became stronger and stronger, looking around, the yellow glazed tile roof, the carved bridge corridor, and the costume in the costume film on that person, she was very likely to have crossed over, and it was very likely that she had come back from the dead......

A gust of wind filled with refreshing moisture gently rolled up the corners of her clothes. She sniffed vigorously and looked around, and sure enough, there was a lotus pond with clear water and soft waves to the west. She strode towards it, desperate to see her face. By the light of the moon, which was as bright as frost, she slowly approached the edge of the pool.

"Don't go near there!" A soft, quiet voice reminded her.

Instinctively, she shrank back abruptly, glancing at the calm pool.

"Here." The man reminded her again. Following the prestige, in the octagonal exquisite pavilion in the center of the pool, a young man in snow clothes, leaning on the white marble railing, his slender white palm lazily supporting his chin, a pair of phoenix eyes staring at her with a smile rather than a smile, and the fresh lips like peach blossoms in March lightly opened: "You are finally willing to come out, light song." Do you want my help? ”