A pair of slender and slightly pale hands stretched out from the curtain of the car, and the man was hunting and flying in the cold wind in a purple and silver-threaded suit, his eyes were like stars, the bridge of his nose was high, his eyebrows were like swords, and his delicate deerskin boots stepped on the ground.

"Brother, you are back, my brother has a lot to talk to you, let's go, let's go back to the palace first, and we will pick up the wind and wash the dust for you tonight, and our brother will have to catch up with the old days." Beigong Jun enthusiastically climbed on his shoulder, smiling like a spring flower.

"Welcome His Royal Highness King Ling back to China, His Royal Highness King Ling is blessed." All the civil and military officials bowed over.

"Get up." Bei Mo Ling moved away from under Beigong Jun's arm without a trace.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Beigong Jun shrugged his shoulders and made persistent efforts: "Brother, I have prepared a dinner party for you tonight, you must not get drunk and not return." ”

"What about the Empress Dowager Xuan?"

A sudden sentence made the man who was originally smiling stiff suddenly, and after a half-sound, Beigong Jun swept his gaze to the seven horses pulling the cart, and smiled, it turned out to be specially made for the queen mother, and when he saw that the queen mother was not there, he couldn't hold his breath.

"Brother, the queen mother heard that you were in a seven-horse carriage all the way, so she was angry and sick, and now you are lying down, explain to the queen mother at night."

Sure enough, Bei Mo Ling's long eyebrows raised slightly, and he waved his hand back, and the sharp-eyed soldier hurriedly led the seven horses down.

"Let's go, let's go back to the palace first, and then go back when the dinner is over." Without the image of an emperor, he pulled his younger brother.

Bei Mo Ling's face sank, as if he remembered something, and pulled his arm. Turning around, he looked at Teng Jian, who was waiting not far away, and said in a cold tone: "Escort her back first." ”

"Yes."

Gu Xuefu, who had been accompanying her, was slightly stunned.

"She?" Beigong Jun smelled the abnormality, knew that he couldn't ask his younger brother anything, kept his eyes on it, and waited to visit again in the future, when he suddenly glanced at the woman not far away, the fox narrowed his eyes, and beckoned: "Xiaoxue, come here." ”

Gu Xuefu saw the emperor calling. hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Xiaoxue see the emperor." ”

"Don't be formal." Beigong Jun smiled: "The Queen Mother has always been worried about you." said that you have a good skill in massage, and the Queen Mother is unwell today, you go and take a look, you are already living in the palace. Don't go back to King Ling's Mansion. ”

Guchev had mixed feelings. He bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

The crowd at the Amethyst Gate quickly dispersed. Some of the accompanying troops and shadow guards all headed towards Zhengxi Street, and the majesty and domineering spirit of the royal family still lingered.

Behind a stout and straight pine tree, a beautiful girl in purple slowly walked out. The girl looked in the direction of the Amethyst Sacred Palace, her hands were clenched into fists, looking at the indifferent figure that had long disappeared, the water was instantly filled with tears, her eyes were complex, there were joy, struggle, hesitation, and hatred that could not be concealed, the woman was very delicate, and her eyebrows and eyes always exuded a heroic posture that was easy for ordinary people at a certain moment, which was an innate military posture.

After January.

The sound of the iron lock sounded punctually after noon, and the sound of solemn footsteps entered.

"Here, it's time to eat."

With a bang, the steaming food was placed on the cold ground, and the iron door was locked again.

Zhen Yue shrank on the warm grass, coughed violently, slowly got up and picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the ground, and just after eating a few bites, she vomited again, and her stomach was tumbling very uncomfortable.

A month ago, she entered the back door of a house through a narrow alley, and she did not know where it was, and then she was thrown into a dark dungeon, and for a whole month, no one came to interrogate her, no one came to torture her, and the world seemed to have forgotten her, and she survived in the cold underground, where there was not even a window, day and night, regardless of season.

She thought that she would be abused inhumanely, after all, the people of Beiying like blood, but the reality is the opposite, she lived a prison life without incident.

She pushed the remaining rice bowl down at the door, so that the doorkeepers could come to clean it up, and lay on the cold bed, tightly wrapped in silk and silk quilts, but her whole body became colder and colder, Zhen Yue knew that she was in a state of condition, judging from the current condition, it was very likely to be gastroenteritis and high fever.

His mind gradually became confused, and he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

When people are extremely sick and weak, they will always become fragile, and they will always leak out the thinnest part of themselves, only to see the woman frowning, extremely restless and turning over, and the warm grass under her body makes a piercing squeak, which makes her more and more uncomfortable.

She felt like she was stepping on the cotton of warm cotton, floating in the air, and then she would fall violently, and it was pitch black below, like hell, and there was a cold wind everywhere, and she shivered with shock, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, what's the call?" The guards who came to clean up the dishes and chopsticks saw the woman lying on the bed, muttering, and after calling for a long time and seeing no response, he opened the iron door and walked in, and his face was shocked.

Zhen Yue was in a daze and heard the strict iron door open and closed, her consciousness gradually became confused, her body was in pain, her head was heavy like iron tongs, and gradually she came to the bustling crowd, high-rise buildings, intricate road whistles one after another, this moment is the peak period of traffic jams.

She saw a beautiful girl walking on the zebra crossing with a smile on her face, an amiable middle-aged man next to her held her hand, turned his head to look at the cars on both sides of the road, and scolded the girl for crossing the road and not playing with her mobile phone, while pulling the girl a little tighter, the girl's smile was as bright as the sun in the sky.

Zhen Yue stretched out her hand to grab them, but in front of her suddenly turned into a sea of fire, she was covered in fire, every inch of her skin seemed to be molten paste, she struggled on all fours, and suddenly touched a cold palm.

"Daddy...... Father...... Satsuki is afraid. Zhen Yue hugged the hand she was holding tightly, afraid that all this was just an illusion, the coldness of her palm made her hot cheeks feel comfortable, she let out a low breath, and suddenly, the tip of her nose smelled a cold fragrance, faint, making her eyebrows deeper and deeper.

The woman fell with tears and muttered, not knowing what she was muttering, her shoulders gradually trembled, Zhen Yue felt as if this hand was leaving, and hugged her a little tighter: "Dad...... Satsuki is so tired...... Satsuki wants to go home...... Father...... Can Satsuki go to heaven to find you? It must be sunny in there, it's cold here, there's blood everywhere, Dad...... Satsuki has done a lot of bad things...... Will Satsuki go to hell...... Father...... Don't leave Satsuki behind...... Father...... Where is home......"

Gradually, the woman choked up and cried, tears like a river and sea bursting the embankment, pouring out the sorrow that had accumulated in the deepest part of her heart over the years, she coughed violently, and still couldn't stop crying. (To be continued......)