Yu Zhu'er turned her head laboriously and glared at Qing'er.

How to say it, he has been superior to others since he was a child, and he grew up in brocade clothes and jade food, and he looked back at Qing'er, and the lethality of his eyes was naturally different from that of ordinary people.

Qing'er subconsciously took a step back, her eyes shrunk, and her steps were a little fluttering.

But immediately, after seeing her current appearance, Qing'er began to be arrogant again, and kicked Yuzhu'er without care, and Qing'er smiled hideously.

"Why, do you still think that you are now a favorite concubine, now, you are not worthy of giving us Ying Concubine shoes, you treated my master like that at the beginning, did you ever think that you have today's situation?"

After speaking, Qing'er still spat on her body.

After all, the cold palace can't stay for a long time, Qing'er can come here today, or take someone else's position, and now, he has to leave immediately.

Before leaving, Qing'er's eyes glanced at Yuzhu'er's wound a few times, and then walked away quickly.

Alone in the empty hall, her head was full of spoiled food, and the peculiar stench tormented her all the time.

The stomach was empty, and there were already cries of protest.

People's survival instinct can make Yuzhu'er subconsciously open her mouth, but in the face of this sour smell, the aristocratic habits she has cultivated since she was a child make her unable to deliver such a meal to her mouth no matter what.

Tears fell from his eyes one by one, and the pain in his hands and feet seemed a little insignificant compared to the mood at the moment.

Qing'er is right, when she was arrogant and domineering in the past, she really never thought that one day she would end up in such a field, she always thought that she would always be favored, even if the emperor abandoned her one day, but with the identity of Princess Beiliang, there would never be a big fork.

She was sure that if it was Wanyan Qilin who was in power in Beiliang now, the people who bullied her here today would not dare to do this at all.

Her nose was full of unpleasant smells, and Yuzhu'er almost collapsed.

Tired and hungry, she fell asleep.

"Master, wake up, master." In her sleep, Yuzhu'er seemed to hear Qingyuan's voice.

When she opened her eyes, it wasn't Qingyuan who was standing in front of her, but she was wearing the same clothes she wore in Fanghua Hall before, although she was a palace maid, but the clothes were also of high quality, which was incompatible with this cold palace.

Yuzhu'er looked at Qingyuan in a daze, and subconsciously looked down at herself first, the coarse linen clothes with holes on her body disappeared, replaced by brocade clothes, the annoying sour smell was gone, and the tip of her nose lingered with the unique fragrance of Fanghua Palace.

Touching her wrist, the original injury disappeared, replaced by silky skin like snow, Yu Zhu'er couldn't react a little, and looked at Qingyuan in front of her in a daze.

"Grandpa Su came to me today and said that you are dead, how did you escape from his hands."

Qingyuan snorted and laughed, and touched Yuzhu'er's forehead with a cold hand, "Master, are you okay, Gonggong Su has never looked for me, why did I die in his hands, don't sit on the ground, the ground is cold, your body can't stand it." ”

After speaking, Qing Yuan stretched out his hand towards Yu Zhu'er.

"Master, the slave is here to take you back." With tears in her eyes, Qingyuan looked at Yuzhu'er and said softly.

Yuzhu'er's mind was still a little confused, and she looked at Qingyuan's outstretched hand, and subconsciously stretched it out.

The sky outside was bright, the sun was shining, and there was no sign of half a dark cloud, but in such a hot weather, Qingyuan's hands were extremely cold, like ice cubes in an ice room.

Could it be that all those just now were my own dreams? Yu Zhu'er blinked her eyes and looked around, the two of them were indeed still in the cold palace.

But looking at the clothes on himself and Qingyuan, it was as if he had just been thrown in.

Standing firm with Qingyuan's strength, Yu Zhu'er tentatively spoke, "When were the two of us locked in?" ”

Qingyuan glanced at Yuzhu'er strangely, and then said with a smile, "Master, these are not important now, the emperor is getting better, and he ordered the slave maid to take you back to Fanghua Palace." ”

After a pause, Qingyuan looked at Yuzhu'er, and then said, "Don't you want to go back to Beiliang to take a look, after hearing that Prince Yan was beaten down by the eldest prince, and he didn't think about tea and dinner all day, King Beiliang was sick by Prince Wanyan, bedridden, and the queen washed her face with tears all day long." ”

The more Qingyuan said, the more Yuzhu'er's suspicions piled up, she was just a maid, how could she understand this, where did she get these news.

Yu Zhu'er glanced at Qingyuan deeply and said, "Where did you hear these news, who are you, you are not Qingyuan." ”

When she spoke, her expression was calm, and she gently withdrew her hand from Qingyuan's hand.

Qingyuan was anxious, and then went to grab Yuzhu'er's hand again, and said anxiously, "Master, I'm Qingyuan, don't you recognize me, you saved my life at the beginning, otherwise, where would Qingyuan survive to this day." ”

Saying that, Qingyuan knelt down directly in front of Yuzhu'er and begged, "Master, just believe in the slave and maid this time, the slave and maid have never betrayed you in their lives, and the slave and maid are here to take you back." ”

Yu Zhu'er lowered her head and looked at Qingyuan's whole body, a cool breath rose from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her whole body was numb as if she had been whipped dozens of times by Ram Cuo.

Yu Zhu'er looked at Qingyuan's lower body and couldn't say a word.

Qing Yuan saw that Yu Zhu'er didn't speak for a long time, and looked down at her in a daze, and then sighed.

The underside of her skirt was empty, and there were traces of feet somewhere.

"You're really dead." Yu Zhu'er looked at Qingyuan, strangely calm.

Qingyuan raised his head, glanced at Yuzhu'er with compassion, and shook his head, "Master, the slave and maid are not dead, and the slave and maid have always been by your side." ”

As he spoke, two lines of bloody tears flowed from Qing Yuan's eyes, his face became hideous, and a large amount of blood slowly flowed from his mouth.

Yu Zhu'er took a big step back in shock.

Qing Yuan struggled forward, her upper body squirming, her fingers stretching forward hard, as if she wanted to grab Yu Zhu'er's ankle.

Yuzhu'er was frightened enough, and hurriedly retreated, but after a few steps back, she had already walked to the wall, and there was a wall behind her, and she had no way to retreat.

And Qing Yuan, whose face was pale and bleeding, was still struggling to get close to her, and there were words in his mouth, "Master, you can go back with me." ”

Yuzhu'er screamed and opened her eyes.

The sour smell on the tip of her nose seemed to remind her that everything she had just done was just a dream, and the constant sharp pain in her hands and feet made her consciousness slowly return to the cage.

There was the sound of rain outside, and she was already soaking wet.