Escorted by two eunuchs, Tang Guxi followed Princess Zhao to Zhicui Palace. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info fell a few times along the way, and was dragged up by the eunuch, and had to endure the scolding of Princess Zhao. The air was already cold at night, coupled with a body of illness, she walked between the palace roads, only to feel soft under her feet, and her whole body was weak, as if she was stepping on floating clouds.

The last time the night sneaked into the East Palace, Princess Zhao and the prince lost face, and the king was so lenient to her, it was not in common sense, and the fire in Zhicui Palace that night, the king turned a blind eye to Concubine Zhao. The two things were superimposed, Concubine Zhao was full of resentment, but she didn't dare to question the king, so she had to gather all her anger on Tang Guxi.

To her, Tang Guxi is just a thief. However, having no name and no share, she was so cared for by the king, which inevitably aroused her suspicions. It wasn't until that day that she walked into the temple of the heart and saw the painting on the wall that she was relieved......

The ice room is a small prison room unique to Zhicui Palace, which was mostly used to punish the maids and eunuchs who made mistakes in the past. It's like when I hear about the East Palace, the first thing that comes to mind is the prison cell.

Coincidentally, Tang Guxi has been to these two cells.

With a rough closing of the door, Tang Guxi was thrown in, planted on the ground, his warm body touched the cold floor, and the chill instantly spread throughout his body. She coughed, frowned and looked up, and found herself in an empty, cold room, not only that, but there seemed to be white air all around, and her eyes were so thick and blurry that she couldn't see the walls around her.

After being stunned for a moment, she reacted to the ice she touched under her hand! No, to be exact, it was a wooden floor covered with ice, the wood of which was so tough that it would not be destroyed even if a thin layer was stepped on it, and it was loose and breathable, moisture-proof, and the thick layer of ice buried under the floor quickly conveyed the cold, enveloping the room in ice.

Realizing this, Tang Guxi quickly got up from the ground, took two steps back, and involuntarily stuck his body against the wall. lowered his head and looked at the "white gas" that kept coming out of the cracks in the floor under his feet, and his heart was panicked, and his face became even paler.

At this moment, she was much clearer, adjusted to the dim light in the room, and turned her head to look around again. This time, she saw what was in front of her, and saw that the four walls were separated by a short space, and the room was extremely small, but it was long. She turned, her gaze falling on the wall behind her through a thick chill.

I saw a table placed in front of the wall, there was a statue of Bodhisattva on the table, in front of the statue of Bodhisattva was an incense burner, three pillars of incense in the furnace, smoke rose on the incense, and a scarlet faint light flashed in a dimness, which was very strange and quiet.

Tang Guxi was startled, clutched his chest and took two steps back, returning to the place where he had fallen. She calmed down for a moment, and her heart gradually settled down. At this moment, her body began to tremble, and the cold ice around her face spread from her feet to her neck, enveloping her layer by layer, like a pair of hands holding her throat, making her almost suffocate in madness. She slowly crouched down and hugged herself tightly to gather the warm breath in her body, and the sound of teeth gurgling was clearly heard in her ears.

Is she going to die here? She came to Liangyu, and before she could figure it out, she was going to die here? Are you going to freeze to death in Princess Zhao's ice room?

Her body was extremely unwell, her mind was muddy, and from time to time she felt a burst of heart-piercing pain. The pain in her brain brought about the faint discomfort in her abdomen, Tang Guxi stared at the cold ground, dumbfounded, and suddenly a wave of nausea welled up in her chest, she was eager to vomit, but after opening her mouth, she couldn't vomit anything.

After a month of tiring carriages and horses, wind and rain and bumps, Tang Guxi's body was already weak, coupled with the long-term mental exhaustion and nervousness, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, before he could take a breath, he heard this bad news again, how could he not be angry and fainted? …… Now that she woke up one day, the oil and rice had not entered, but she met Princess Zhao again, and she could only let her vent her new and old hatreds, and she was powerless to parry. The night in early spring was already cold, and even a man of steel couldn't stand such a cold, let alone how she looked at the moment.

She misses the days when she was in Shengge, and the days when she first came to Liangyu, when she was unrestrained and free, first with the love of her father and mother, and then with the protection of Su Chen. But at the beginning, she was not satisfied - in Shengge, she was the eldest lady of the Tang family, her parents were alive, she had no worries about food and clothing, she was accompanied by jade tea, and her brother knew each other, but she made her father and mother angry every day, and she wanted to escape every day and escape from that "cage......

As everyone knows, leaving his father and mother, leaving Sheng Ge, he is falling into another "cage", another bigger "cage".

Now, there is no turning back. Abandon Princess Luo? Abandon the teacher? Abandon Lin Luo and Lin Xun and others? Abandon the people of the southern country who are waiting for her like Thirteen Niang? Abandon the strangers who died for her along the way?

She can't bear it, she can't bear it.

Sister Yueying's face appeared in front of her again, she smiled gently, played the pipa for them, sat in the small courtyard full of moonlight, poured wine and food for them, and cried and confided in them...... She was covered with a white veil covering the scar the size of a goose, her eyebrows and eyes were moist, her voice was soft, and she wanted to live in peace and spend the rest of her life peacefully......

Does she deserve to die? Does Sister Tsukihotaru deserve to die?

Should Lin Luo be injured? Is it worth burning her sword-holding right hand for the sake of a tiny wooden pendant? In order to get rid of the troubles, is she worth a sharp arrow and her life hanging by a thread? In order to go to the north to find herself who she has never met, is it worth it for her to practice so hard for her master? In order to smoothly let Lin Xun and her return to Xizhou, is she worthy of putting on a military uniform and walking on a strange battlefield where life and death are uncertain?

Lin Xun, a young master of the Lin faction's swordsmanship, should have lived a worry-free life like her, but he went through hardships and dangers, accompanied Lin Luo all over the territory of the Five Kingdoms without complaint or regret, and never said anything about the bitterness and hatred in his heart, and he was always a skinless and faceless appearance in front of her.

Master Lin Su's love for her and the Qingxuan Sword that he gave her; the 20 years of forbearance and perseverance of the teacher, and her loyalty to her father and mother; My aunt endured humiliation and lived in a foreign palace like walking on thin ice, and she was worried about the heirs of the southern country......

She still wants to go back to the old Tanggu Creek? The arrogant, carefree, dust-free Tangguxi in the past? Even if she thought about it before, she doesn't want to it now. Before, it was forced by the teacher, but now it is my own decision.

I decided that I couldn't die, I wanted to live.

Survive...... Can't freeze to death......

"Squeak-"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew at the door, and Tang Guxi, who was squatting in the corner and shivering, trembled. She opened her eyes vigorously, and suddenly saw a figure walking in, and at this moment, she had long been unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

"Stand up." The man said coldly. (To be continued.) )