Miao Su has heard of Yinyi's affairs to some extent, and Yin Ruixue's maternal family has nothing to do with her, let alone interested. She only knew that the humiliation of that day could not be forgotten, and it was impossible to forget! Even if she is happy and indifferent, she will never allow others to ride on her head as a prestige, before leaving the prince's mansion, Yin Ruixue will pay the retribution she deserves!

Xia Xin looked at Miao Su's departing back, his face was dark and uncertain, revealing an indescribable meaning.

"Your Highness, please see your concubine."

Yin Ruixue's poignant voice came from outside the hall again, which made people can't help but be moved.

A look of disgust appeared between Bai Chengjin's eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, the cloud sleeves threw a graceful arc in the air, and his gentle voice revealed a shuddering coldness, and he said in a low voice: "Someone is coming." ”

As soon as the words fell, a trembling girl in Tsing Yi walked into the dormitory, Bai Chengjin's body was already strong and coercive, and at this time it was even more cold to the bone. The maid sweated on her forehead, stepped forward with difficulty, and respectfully curtshowed her knees and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Tell Yinji, if you plead again, the Yin's family and the collateral relatives will all be connected." Bai Chengjin said indifferently.

After finishing speaking, the maid's face turned pale, and her voice trembled slightly: "Obey." ”

Sure enough, not long after the maid walked out, Yin Ruixue's voice disappeared.

Bai Chengjin's eyebrows stretched, his eyes suddenly stopped on the delicate and gorgeous Nanmu box under the square table, his eyes flashed slightly, leaned over and took out the Nanmu box, slowly opened it, and gently pinched out a bronze bell from the box, holding it in the palm of his hand, and the copper bell was engraved with ancient Sanskrit. The black eyes like a sea of ink flickered brightly and darkly, as if there was a hidden pain, and I couldn't bear it...

He rubbed the bronze ancient bell with his fingertips, his eyes gradually confused, and the past scenes reappeared in his mind...

In the seventeenth year of Wanli, Bai Chengjin, who was only fifteen years old, was suddenly betrayed by his cronies, suffered from the enemy on his belly and back, and was chased and killed by the elite soldiers of the Southern Mill. Inadvertently broke into the misty forest of the Western Regions and was separated from the surviving Bloodghost Riders, and fell into the wolves...

At night, the wind was cold, and the light of the moon reflected a pale silence on the vast snow, exuding a cold air to the bone.

Whew...

In the deep dark forest, the mournful howl of the wild wolf echoes faintly, which is terrifying.

Endless darkness is silently devouring the white light.

A blood-red figure suddenly galloped through the forest, and dozens of hungry jackals chased after him, they drooped their tails and scattered into a circle, quickly and orderly surrounding the emaciated boy in front of them, the distance was flickering far and near, and a pair of green eyes flashed with greedy murder in the dark night.

The cold wind scraped through his skin like a knife, and his trembling hand clung to a broken wooden stick, which was dripping with blood, and the bite marks on his wrists were as deep as the bones, and the front and back of his heart and back were covered with cruel scratches.

No one knows how he broke through the desperate situation of the wolves and earned the last shred of life.

Oops! There is no way.

At the end of the road is the bottomless cliff, and the huge stone monument is engraved with the words "Boundless Cliff".

His face turned grim, he braked sharply, and stood on the edge of the cliff, unable to retreat.

The fierce eyes of the wolves were fixed on the boy, salivating, the hind legs were slightly bent, the front legs stretched forward, and they swooped down in a downward stance, approaching him step by step.

The wolves had not eaten food for several days, and when they found the right time, they would tear the boy into pieces of meat and eat them.

Suddenly, a crisp and long silver bell sounded in the quiet night sky.

Hearing the sound, the wolves trembled their fur and bared their sharp fangs, their chests pressed against the ground, as if they were afraid of something, and stepped back vigilantly.

The boy couldn't help but look for prestige, and his obsidian-like pupils reflected a white figure. In an instant, it was like a boulder thrown into the calm lake, stirring up stormy waves.

I saw that under the quiet moonlight, the fourteen-year-old girl covered with jade yarn walked barefoot on the stubborn stone, ethereal and elegant, and a string of bronze ancient bells engraved with Sanskrit in the Western Regions hung on the ankle of Yingying, the crisp and pure bell sound, without a trace of noise. Her spirit is like water, her breath is like frost, the soft mist of the moonlight slanted around her body, her white clothes are like a blooming ice lotus in the stream of water and clouds, clean and elegant, and her smooth ink hair like satin flutters in the wind, like a fairy.

The wolves retreated, and the danger gradually dissipated.

The boy couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and the moonlight reflected his pale lips almost transparently. After a while, when he came back to his senses, the girl in white was already standing in front of him.

She looked at the boy, the mark between her eyebrows shone with a silver light, like a divine breath, and a cold breath came out from under the jade veil. The boy in front of him, about fifteen years old, looked like a bloody man, his face was blurred, his pale face was stained with blood, his clothes were soaked in blood and he could no longer see the original color, and his dark eyes were calm and sharp that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

What happened to him to be so badly injured?

The boy suddenly felt dizzy in his mind, and his body shook with it, and his scarred body was exhausted to the limit, and he fell to one knee to the ground.

A slender pink hand reached over and held his elbow, the silver tassels of her sideburns reflected the sparkle in her eyes, and her fan-like eyelashes stared at the hideous bite marks on the boy's wrists.

After a while, she closed her eyes, raised her hand, and a milky white air flow slowly seeped into the boy's wound from the palm of her hand.

Gradually, the wound came with an itchy sensation that magically healed at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

She doesn't know martial arts, but she is born with divine power, her hands have the magical power of regenerating flesh, and her mother said that they are descendants of the gods.

That's it, she withdrew her hands a little weakly, the hem of her white clothes suddenly fluttered in the wind, her jade feet were light, and her white figure disappeared into the endless night.

The boy looked at the girl's back as she was about to go away, hurriedly chased a few steps, and shouted, "What's your name!" ”

His loud voice echoed in every corner of the silent night sky, one after another.

She suddenly smiled, and looked sideways at the boy from the corner of her eye, the moonlight shining through the jade veil as thin as a cicada's wings, reflecting her beautiful side face, like a layer of soft mist.

"Supreme Misu."

The sound of silver bells is like a heavenly sound, as if floating in the clouds, ethereal and ethereal.

Hearing this, the boy stopped talking, but just stood in place, staring into the distance.

In a moment, the girl's figure had disappeared for a long time.

He slowly came back to his senses, his eyes swept over the ground, and suddenly he saw a bronze ancient bell faintly falling on the ground, and he couldn't help but bend down to pick up the ancient bell and put it in his palm. He didn't know, perhaps, just for a moment, he would never be able to let go again...

Thousands of lives, the origin and extinction of fate are all doomed.

"Your Highness!" Xia Xin pushed the door in with a solemn expression.

The memories came to an abrupt end.

Bai Chengjin looked as usual, dusted off his long sleeves with one hand, put the bell into the delicate and gorgeous Nanmu box with the other, glanced at Xia Xin lightly, and said indifferently: "What's the matter." ”

"It's the woman in the secret room..."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Chengjin's face changed color, and before Xia Xin finished speaking, he got up and left quickly.

......

Returning to the west wing, Miao Su was sleepy and unbearable, and fell asleep, and in his sleep, a familiar stinging force ran uneasily in his body, bursting out with a strong burning sensation, and his head hurt like a sharp knife cutting through the top of his head and pouring mercury, and like a thousand sharp needles piercing the skin at the same time.

Burn, burn again! Like the flames of hell devouring the body, burning every inch of skin.

She woke up from the bed suddenly, covered in cold sweat, her miserable white lips couldn't stop trembling, her thick long hair was scattered on her shoulders, the contours of her delicate face were more compact, her bare snow muscles were densely covered with a thin layer of sweat, and a few strands of hair rose and fell with her rough breathing. The brain was chaotic, the vision was blurred, and the room in front of him, the desk, the round table, and the flower bottle seemed to be shaking in the water.

She lifted the brocade quilt with unbearable pain, stumbled to the round table, eagerly wanted to drink some water to quench her thirst, and picked up the teapot with a hand that was shaking like a sieve, and "snapped" the teapot slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Feeling something swimming in her body, she pulled at the placket of her clothes and looked down at her wrist, where a dense layer of insects under her skin was wriggling, as if she was hungry and thirsty, and restless.

"Ahh She exclaimed, shuddering and backing until her back touched the hard desk. She turned around like a frightened bird, and looked at the magnificent ink chrysanthemums on the desk with an extremely frightened expression.

A gust of wind blows, and the swaying chrysanthemums exude a special fragrance, which rushes into the nose.

She smelled the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums, and fell silent, the burning pain like peeling the skin gradually dissipated, and the worms under her skin seemed to be soothed by a gentle force, and gradually returned to calm.

For a long time, Miao Suyu sat on the ground in shock and kept gasping. What the hell is going on with all this, and this burning sensation piercing the skin, she hasn't recurred for a long time, this time it's even worse than before, and she can even see bugs wriggling under her skin. What happened to her, how could she not remember the past at all? Also, the ink chrysanthemum... The fog around her seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, wrapping her in layers and making her confused and powerless, like a fist hitting cotton and bouncing back weakly.

No, she had to find out how to find out.

The cold wind slammed open the window that was not closed, and when he heard the sound, Miao Su glanced at the window that was blown open, and stroked his chest, it turned out that the window was blown open. Before you know it, it's getting late outside. The night was quiet, the breeze was gentle, and everywhere there was the mournful cry of crickets.

She got up and tried to close the window. But suddenly he found a person standing in front of the door. She fixed her eyes and saw that it was Yin Ruixue!

Yin Ruixue stood outside the door in a pink brocade robe, the royal blue dots on her head made her white and ruddy, she looked at Miao Su's eyes, a trace of ruthlessness appeared, and there was a murderous intent in her eyes. The personal maid behind her, Green Core, also raised her chin lightly, staring at Miao Su with an unkind gaze.

"The silver beauty came late at night, do you want to come for tea?" Miao Su sneered.

"I heard that my sister was rescued by His Royal Highness that day, and she had already been with several men all night, so I think I must be well versed in this, and it is no wonder that I am so proficient in the art of the boudoir, and the concubine came to ask my sister for advice tonight, and when he serves His Royal Highness every day, he will also make the best use of it." Yin Ruixue raised her sleeves to cover her red lips, and the spicy color under her eyes was even stronger.