The pill quickly dissolved in her abdomen, and the pain in her body slowly began to reduce, Nie Qian's heart was happy, and her brows stretched a little, it seemed that what Gu Mei said was true.

Her face also recovered a lot, she looked at Gu Mei, bowing slightly, "I don't know what the master wants me to do?" ”

Gu Mei turned to face her sideways, and the corners of her mouth sank, "I don't know if you saw a woman with a veil last time you went to Princess Changyu's birthday banquet?" ”

"A woman with a veil?" Nie Qiancheng's tone was heavy with doubts, and he recalled seriously, and then remembered, "I did see a veiled woman that day, she had been with Princess Changyu all the time, and it seemed that she had a very close relationship with her. ”

"Do you know who she is?" Gu Mei asked.

She's always wearing a veil, and how can she be who she is.

Her face was full of doubts, and she really didn't know who she was.

Gu Mei was silent for a while, and then spoke, "She is Princess Muyu Feng Luotian." ”

Surprise!

Nie Qiancheng looked at the woman in a daze, his eyes were full of shock, wasn't Feng Luotian dead? How could she be Feng Luotian? Nie Qiancheng was stunned, no wonder she felt that her figure was a little familiar at the time, but she never dreamed that it would be her.

"How could it be Feng Luotian? She's not...... Isn't it already dead? Nie Qiancheng asked in shock.

As soon as Feng Luotian was mentioned, the lonely eyebrows gradually filled with haze, "She's not dead, and she's on her way to Chiwan Villa now." ”

"Chiwan Villa?"

"How could she have anything to do with Chiwan Villa?" Nie Qiancheng really didn't understand.

She remembered that the last time Mo Beiqi opened the coffin for an autopsy, she was next to her and saw the woman's face, which was clearly Feng Luotian, and didn't His Majesty and Mo Beiqi both think that Feng Luotian was lying in the coffin?

However, she remembered that she fell from Qingyungang at that time, Qingyungang Chiwan Villa was so close, if Feng Luotian was really involved with Chiwan Villa, with the strength of Chiwan Villa, if she wanted to steal the sky and create the illusion that Feng Luotian fell to death, it would not be a difficult thing, so to speak, Feng Luotian was really not dead?

"What does the master want me to do?"

Gu Mei turned her head and walked a few steps towards Nie Qiancheng, and when the two of them were still half a meter away, she stopped, her tone turned cold, and her eyes were gloomy, "I want you, go and kill her for me." ”

Kill her?

Nie Qiancheng raised his head, his dark eyes reflected on the woman's cold pupils.

…………

When Nie Qiancheng returned to Lanyue Palace, she actually saw Wang Lu outside the door.

Suddenly in her heart, she was afraid of being discovered by Wang Lu, so she hurriedly hid sideways, "Why is Wang Lu here?" Could it be..."

She bit her lip, her eyes were a little nervous, she looked up at the bright plum blossoms over there, she pursed her lips, walked to the plum forest, neatly picked a few plum plants, and then took off the cloak and let the snow wet her dress.

After everything was covered up seamlessly, she walked in calmly.

"Mother, you're back." When the palace maid saw the woman's figure, she hurriedly ran over.

"Niangniang, the emperor is inside."

"Your Majesty?" Nie Qiancheng pretended to be slightly startled, and then regained his composure, "I know." ”

She glanced down at the red plum in her hand and walked into the hall.

Orchid fingers lifted the golden tent, she looked at the hall, a man in a moonlit robe was sitting on the soft couch, his fingers knocked on the table for a while, his eyes were clear, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

When Feng Jingxuan took off his heavy and majestic dragon robe, dressed in a blue plain robe, the green silk half-covered a pair of dark phoenix eyes, and sat there quietly with his head down, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy.

"Your Majesty." With her lips lightly hooked, she called Feng Jingxuan softly, and approached with a smile on her face.

Hearing the woman's voice, he slowly opened his phoenix eyes, his originally thin face suddenly became deep and cold because of a pair of eyes, he raised his eyelids slightly to look at her, and there was even a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"It turns out that Concubine Ai is going to pick plum blossoms." He glanced at the flower in Nie Qiancheng's hand, and raised the corners of his lips towards her, his voice not losing any emotion.

"Huh." She smiled and stepped closer.

Placing the flowers on the table, she picked up the teapot with her bare hands, and the steaming tea flowed into the teacup.

"I was in the hall just now, and suddenly smelled the plum blossoms at the door of the Lanyue Palace, and on a whim, I wanted to pick a few plum blossoms to make flower arrangements."

"Let Your Majesty wait for the concubines, the concubines are really frightened." Nie Qiancheng's willow eyebrows furrowed, and he lowered his head silently.

Seeing that the woman looked like she had done something wrong, the man's sharp phoenix eyes flashed a hint of strangeness, his cool expression suddenly softened, he shook his head, chuckled, raised his warm palm, he rubbed Nie Qiancheng's hands that were closed in front of his chest, and kept twisting, the jade wrench fingers were extraordinarily transparent in the oblique light, and a dark shadow opened on the back of her hand.

"What do you say, little fool." He has a great voice.

Little fool?

Nie Qiancheng was slightly stunned in his words, and she raised her head to look at Feng Jingxuan.

The corners of the man's thin lips rose just right, and Nie Qiancheng was slightly stupid, looking at him like this, as if he had returned to the past.

Feng Jingxuan suddenly used force in her hand, and pulled the woman into her arms, her center of gravity was unstable, and she hurriedly reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, and when she finally stopped, she was already sitting on Feng Jingxuan's lap, and the next second, she hurriedly turned around and fell into the man's deep eyes.

“…… Your Majesty. She called out to him in a foolish way, and when she was so close to him, she blushed and her heart beat a little.

"A thousand cities...", his voice was extremely charming.

Qiancheng heard this sound so that the corners of her eyes were wet, and layers of ripples floated in her heart.

"Although I am the emperor now, I am still your Jing Xuan, you don't have to be so afraid of me." His words continued, reaching out his fingers to hook up a strand of green silk hanging from her, wrapping it around his hand and playing with it.

She looked at Feng Jingxuan deeply, already immersed in his words.

"I'll always be your Jingxuan, won't I?"

“… Your Majesty—" She sank in a little...

"Do you still call me Your Majesty?" He curled the corners of his lips and cocked her chin wickedly.

Nie Qiancheng's face flushed again, she pursed her lips shyly and smiled, and called in a low voice, "Jing Xuan." ”

"Huh." Hearing the woman shyly call him Jing Xuan, Feng Jingxuan curled the corners of his lips with a wicked smile.

He hugged the woman tightly, "Qiancheng, no matter what my identity is, I will always be your Jingxuan, and you will always be my Qiancheng, you won't deceive me, or even hurt me, right?" ”

"...... me?" As soon as the man's voice fell, Nie Qiancheng's eyes had already paused, and she suddenly remembered her current identity, she was a lonely person, how could she ......

The man's narrow eyes saw the hesitation in the woman's eyes, his phoenix eyes flashed a hint of darkness, and the corners of his lips were hooked again, and he got up and hugged Nie Qiancheng horizontally.

Red silk Feiluan, dark and cool, Yun color is too strong.

The cold wind is cold, blowing out the biting cold, and the plum blossoms are not in the middle of the night.

………

The yellow sand desert, lonely and far away, endless as far as the eye can see, not a single inch of grass grows.

The wind of the desert blows up the yellow sand all over the face, and the snow sweeps over the Langqi of Shaoguan, and the heavy snow is the same color as the yellow sand, outlining the vast undulating hills.

Above the towering ridge collar, a slender figure was struggling to step through the heavy snow.

The woman was wearing a rag and tattered clothes that had lost their primary color, a fluffy and frizzy green silk was tightly glued together, twisted into a hemp rope, and the emanation of the ears was blown to the back under the merciless scraping of the wind, revealing the woman's dirty face, the lips were so dry that the mouth was full of mouths, the long eyelashes were covered by a layer of frost, and the slender cheeks were floating with two big blushes, even so, her eyes were exceptionally bright.

Feng Luo clenched her bloody back molars, looked back at the pale man lying on the bamboo raft behind her from time to time, turned around, her frostbite-covered hand lifted the rope on her shoulder, and she walked forward step by step in the wind and snow.

The yellow sand is long, she has been dragging the man in the desert for three days and three nights, so far the particles have not entered, the dripping water has not been touched, she only feels that her throat is almost dry and hot, she can't say a word, she is dizzy with hunger, as if the next second, she will faint, and she will be planted in the desert, and the yellow sand and snow will merge together.

But when she thought that the man still had a glimmer of hope to be saved, she must not give up, and with the last bit of strength, she lifted her legs that weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and imprinted heavy footprints, and she was already dark in front of her, losing the ability to discern the direction, and walking alone in the great desert frost and snow that could engulf her in an instant.

Suddenly, as if there was a strange sound, she stopped, pricked up her ears and listened carefully, and there were two wolf howls around one after another, Feng Luo's clear eyes hurriedly looked around vigilantly, his hair stood on end, and his long-dormant heart suddenly rose to his throat.

She looked at the vast desert and swallowed her saliva, Feng Luotian gritted her teeth, and now the top priority is to leave here with the man quickly,

But she hadn't taken a few steps before her fears came true.

There was an eerie howl, and the footsteps around her came one after another, and when Feng Luo poured her mind down, she was already surrounded by a group of hungry wolves with bared teeth, she took a few steps back to block in front of Jiang Wu, stretched out her hands, and made vigilant movements, staring at them with a pair of eyes sharper than wolves.

The big wolf is covered in a dark brown fur, the front is slightly bent, is staring at her, his eyes emit a strange light, like an awl of eyes seem to be about to Ling Chi, in this group of wolves, standing in the middle, closest to her, the largest, darkest fur is the wolf king, there seem to be muscles on his legs, as if it is not a wolf, but a cheetah, it slowly turned its eyes to look at the surrounding wolves, as if to do something command, only to see that all the wolves suddenly began to move, they circled around Feng Luotian and Jiang Wu, The long tail was all flattened, and the big red mouth flowed greedy saliva, looking ready to attack, as long as the wolf king gave an order, they would attack Feng Luotian from all directions, and in an instant, she and Jiang Wu would be torn to pieces by them and become food in their mouths.

Feng Luo stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the iron rod beside him, which she brought out of the dark palace to help Jiang Wu as a crutch, and at this time, it had become the last talisman in her hand.

Suddenly, I saw the wolf king stretching his neck and looking up to the sky and screaming, and the wolves heard the command and pounced on Feng Luo together.

Her eyes narrowed, she raised the iron rod and swung it, her strength was very great, the iron rod waved in the air, bringing out a burst of wind sound of hemp seeds, the wolf saw Feng Luo swinging the wooden stick like crazy, and did not dare to step forward, there was a wolf who did not know whether to live or die rushed in, and was hit in the abdomen by Feng Luo's iron rod, accompanied by a painful whimper, and was beaten out for a long distance.