The jade pendant on his chest flashed with a hint of red light, and Bai Jiao was pulled out of the space and into Ling Jiao's body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A wave of exhaustion rose, and in front of him was the majestic palace, the familiar furnishings of the Yuehua Palace, the cyan curtains, the flickering candlesticks, the blurred bronze mirrors, and the cold man beside him.

Bai Jiao pulled out a wry smile, the corners of her mouth pulled down, and she looked at the man next to her mockingly.

As the only daughter of the Ling family, Ling Jiao can live a stable life if she marries anyone.

Only Liang Lie, this man who was full of calculations for her, did not show a trace of emotion until Ling Jiao's death. is destined to make a mistake with Ling Jiao's heart, and she will be lonely and miserable all her life.

How hard is it to love someone you don't love and don't feel?

How hard is it not to love someone you love and admire?

The former is thoroughly embodied in Liang Lie, and the latter is perfect in Ling Jiao.

It's just that this kind of perfection has exhausted Ling Jiao's life.

There are some things that some people pay for with their lives and struggle, just like a terrible ghost who wants to crawl out of the bottom of hell, thinking that he is close to the gate of the world, but it turns out that he turns around and is still struggling in the boundless hell, sinking deeper and deeper.

And for some, it's at your fingertips.

If I paid for something that I couldn't get with my life, and watched you pick it up easily, would I be resentful, or should I turn away and walk away with a smile?

People are better than people, always damned!

If you have been in hell and turned into a ghost, is it to repay your grievances with virtue, or to return a tooth for a tooth?

Darkness spreads and torches are lit.

Looking back, the magma at the bottom of hell burned people and destroyed hope, but the fire in the heart could not be extinguished.

Ling Jiao's heart ignited, and the grievances she was holding back, whether it was for herself or for others, whether it was regret or regret, whether to continue to love Liang Lie, or to choose a new path, to Liang Lie, to Chen Xin, to be relieved, or unwilling......

As long as the fire in the heart is not extinguished, the world is calling, and one day, the ghosts struggling in the pool of blood will rush out of hell.

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Bai Jiao got up, dragged a long white Luo skirt, and walked out.

The carved railings are painted, the light and shadow are swirling, the miserable white moonlight shines through the layers of moonlight, shining in the long corridor, the wind blows in the distance, lifting her white skirt, coupled with her skin that deceives the frost and snow, at first glance, it looks like a fairy in the world, and then at a glance, it looks like a ghost emerging from the ground.

Bai Jiao walked in a roundabout way, quickly sorting out the disordered thoughts in her head.

At this time, Concubine Wei Shu should have been in pain in the Jade Palace, Ling Jiao lost the fetus, and in a fit of anger, she ran to the Jade Palace and got rid of Concubine Wei Shufei's child with her own hands.

Thinking of Wei Shufei's tragic death in the end, Bai Jiao couldn't help but sigh, for Liang Lie, these two women ended miserably, they are really a pair of difficult sisters and sisters, and now she will never embarrass this hard-working woman again.

"Guifei Niangniang, you came late at night, what are you doing?"

An elderly palace maid saw her, squatted down and saluted her, and her elegant movements showed her good etiquette.

"Hongu casually walks."

The elder palace maid pierced her body again: "Then be careful, the slave and maid will retire first." ”

Her legs and feet are not fast, and she seems to have lost the agility of her youth, but she walks steadily step by step.

Bai Jiao stood behind her, followed the direction she was going, and saw a door in disrepair, the door frame was very high, and the rusty door railing showed its history of vicissitudes, and the crumbling plaque revealed its imminent collapse.

Two miserable white lanterns hung on it, moving with the wind, as if they could be extinguished at any moment.

The three vigorous and powerful characters of "Taiwu Palace", the phoenix flying and the phoenix dancing, the ink-colored handwriting is a little dry, and I can't see the spirit of scolding Fang Xuan at the beginning, but it still has a vague momentum of wanting to leave.

"Who lives in it?" Bai Jiao muttered to herself.

Bai Jiao searched her stomach and rummaged through her mind, and finally remembered that this was the residence of the former Concubine Ning.

She actually came here without realizing it.

"Knock knock" Bai Jiao knocked lightly on the door of the lion's head holding the iron ring, and a long echo sounded in the night wind, spreading far away.

"Squeak", the old palace maid stood behind the door just now, and she didn't seem surprised to see her.

"Concubine Niangniang, the concubine has just woken up, you can go in."

Her calm face was truly calm and calm, making Bai Jiao look up at her, follow her, and slowly walk through this remote courtyard.

Compared with the outside, the yard seems to be relatively neat, without the imaginary overgrown weeds, dilapidated and barren appearance, but a flower, a tree, a grass and a touch, for some reason, all with a heavy twilight, even the creeper on the wall, although green, but the dark green leaves are motionless, lifeless, as if artificial fake leaves.

The night breeze is cool, but it is even cooler than the temple.

"I've got very few people here, so sit down."

A hoarse voice rang out.

A woman in her forties appeared in front of Bai Jiao, and Bai Jiao's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hehe, are you scared?"

Concubine Ning raised her head and admired her expression for a long time.

A face full of knife marks appeared in front of me, and there were three scars on the left side of the face, which were cut with a knife at first glance, and the bones were deeply visible, and after years of healing, the hideous wounds were still visible, which showed how much force was used at that time.

There are five wounds on the right side of the face, the top one is close to the temple, Bai Jiao's eyelids jump, and with a little force, it will definitely cut the temple; The bottom scar went all the way from the corner of her mouth to her chin, turning her originally beautiful lips into a bloody mouth.

Disfigured, completely disfigured!

Her face shape, eyebrows, and eyes can vaguely see the beauty of the past, why is this happening?

What is the reason why a woman who was originally beautiful and moon-looking has become what she is today?

Bai Jiao said: "I'm not afraid, concubine Niangniang." ”

"Haha!"

Concubine Ning laughed, and a hoarse voice came out of her throat, as if it was filled with lead, and fell to the ground heavily.

"You're lying, aren't you afraid? I'm afraid of my face, can you not be afraid? Hahaha, some people are not afraid! How can it be? ”

She laughed maniacally, pointed to the broken face, and said bitterly: "This eerie face, such a hateful face! ”

"Smack!"

She stretched out her hand and slapped her face, crisply echoing the applause in the hall. As if she didn't feel the pain, she slapped herself twice in the face as if she were obsessed.

"Niangniang, wake up, the emperor has come to see you."

The old palace maid said a word, and Concubine Ning stood up excitedly, pulled her and asked, "Really?" The emperor has come to see me, then I want to wear new clothes, I want to make up, quickly! Bring me a bronze mirror. ”

The old palace maid stood still, and Concubine Ning pushed her desperately: "Go quickly!" It will be too late for the emperor to come in a while! ”

Emperor? The Emperor?

Is Concubine Ning very favored?

"Slut! Isn't it you? She suddenly grabbed Bai Jiao flexibly, "It's you foxes who hold on to the emperor and tell you that the emperor's favorite person is me, and none of you can compare to me!" Look at my face, look at me, I have this face, what am I afraid of? ”

Bai Jiao was puzzled: "Face? ”

Concubine Ning seems to be crazy, and it seems that she is a person with a story again.

"Yes, I have a face that is most like that person, I have a personality that is most like that person, I am the most favored, haha!"

She laughed maniacally again, even with tears in her eyes, and her mournful voice filled the hall, bringing out echoes that made those who listened to it creepy.

"Concubine Niangniang, please go back." The old palace maid hugged Concubine Ning and urged Bai Jiao.

"Well, Hongu will go first."

Bai Jiao stood up and walked out, and there was a crying cry behind her: "Slut, you should die, you should die, I am the emperor's favorite!" I am the emperor's favorite! ……”

The night is as black as ink, the crumbling door, and the high-pitched and crazy scream, like a terrible ghost, hideously trying to devour everything in the world.

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ps: I've been busy lately, I don't write much every day, and I'm not in a good state.

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