Bai Chengjin sat next to the ice coffin, staring at the beautiful woman lying quietly in the coffin. The ink hair under the silver crown floated with a soft sheen, and the dark eyes shone as faint as a star.

The chamber was eerily quiet, with the sound of water gurgling between the ditches.

Between the clouds and mist, the beautiful woman in the ice coffin was wearing a feather-blue gold silk phoenix-patterned dress, her eyebrows were stretched, her face was ruddy, and she seemed to have been asleep for a long time.

The faint fine lines at the corners of the eyes seem to carry the traces of time.

"My lord." Xia Xin held a white rag doll with a strange shape in his hand and called out in a deep voice. The white rag doll exudes a quiet fragrance.

There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door of the chamber.

Bai Chengjin looked sideways.

Under the stone-gray eaves, Miao Su moved closer to the ice coffin with a numb expression. In that sloppy gaze, there was a kind of machinery and dullness, as if the soul had been drained.

Bai Chengjin's heart tightened suddenly. There was an inexplicable numbness floating in his heart, which he couldn't ignore, and he was almost about to be annihilated in his heart.

Xia Xin withdrew his complicated gaze from Miao Su, and without hesitation, he took out a silver needle from the placket and handed it to Bai Chengjin.

Bai Chengjin frowned.

With a slight hesitation, he took the silver needle, then stood up and put a strip of ice-blue cloth around her eyes, tying it to the back of her head to cover her dark eyes.

For some reason, he didn't dare to look at her clean and pure eyes.

Xia Xin was keenly aware of Bai Chengjin's hesitation, and his heart sank.

He has followed the lord for decades, and the lord is calm and decisive in trouble. Even on the mountains of northern Hebei, when the old man Hengxu handed over the woman who was already a living dead to the lord.

The lord didn't ask half a sentence, and hesitated for a while.

Xia Xin couldn't help but look at Miao Su deeply, and asked without fear of death, "Lord... Is it a sincere heart? ”

Hearing this, Bai Chengjin's black eyes suddenly burst out with a momentum as sharp as a knife, which was close to people's hearts.

glanced at Xia Xin and said in a deep voice: "Don't lose your senses." ”

There was a chill in the indifferent and magnetic voice.

Xia Xin jumped a beat. Hurriedly bowed his head and said: "The subordinates lost their words, and I hope that the lord will forgive their sins."

After Bai Chengjin glanced at Miao Su fixedly, he took her hand, and gently pierced her fingers like bamboo shoots with a silver needle, dripping three drops of blood into the eyebrows of the woman in the coffin.

In a matter of moments, the blood melted into the skin as if by magic, and disappeared without a trace...

When he arrived, Xia Xin took off the puppet charm behind the white rag doll.

Miao Su's body suddenly fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The smoke was smoky, and her black hair was scattered on the ground like a cloud. The wind blew the corners of her clothes up and down.

Bai Chengjin felt a strange pain pouting his heart, quickly occupying the entire brain, and the rhythm of the heart pulse was repeated again and again...

It's just that his face didn't have the slightest discoloration, and his eyes were fixed on Miao Su's long silence.

After a long time, he lifted his brocade robe and slowly squatted down. gently took Miao Su into his arms, and then hugged her and left the secret room.

In the dream,

Miao Su walked in the vast desert for a long time, for a long time...

A fireball-like sun hung over the murky sky.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, not a single wind.

A hot wind blew, and waves of heat rolled up on the scorched sand, suffocating the fire.

"Where—" She narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to cover up the blinding sun. A faint murmur echoed in the noisy sand wind.

"Su'er?"

An anxious voice called to her.

"Su'er, wake up..."

In the Yuqing Palace, the veil hangs low, and the wind moves.

The breeze is too late, delicate and silent, but it seems to be wafting with bursts of spring...

Bai Chengjin sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with an ice-blue brocade.

"Water..."Miao Su was thirsty and pulled his collar impatiently.

She was babbling something, and her voice was inaudible.

"What do you want?" Bai Chengjin leaned into her ear and asked.

The faint fragrance of snow lotus on his body lingered on the tip of her nose and penetrated into her heart. In an instant, it was as if a warm sweet spring flowed into her body, moistening every inch of her parched heart.

She fell silent, her brow furrowing.

Bai Chengjin was very close to her, and she exuded a faint girl's body fragrance, which invisibly charmed him.

It was like a feather brushing the tip of his mirror-like heart very lightly, setting off layers of turbulent waves.

His gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, her ruddy lips like begonias, her slightly messy ayaluo, and finally landed on her accidentally exposed shoulders, and his breath tightened.

Under the swaying candlelight, her delicate face is bright and moist, her skin as white as milk is glowing with attractive peach pink, and her delicate body curves are all teasing the man's vision and stimulating the most sensitive nerve in the depths of her heart.

Bai Chengjin's dark eyes darkened a little, and a hot evil fire rose in his lower abdomen, swaying restlessly in his body.

He endured the strange feeling of restlessness, slowly reached out and pulled her messy collar, closed it neatly, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

The voice was hoarse: "Someone." ”

"Your Highness."

Outside the room came the voice of a handmaiden.

"Send someone to the soup pool to prepare, and the palace will bathe and change clothes."

"The slave obeys."

Bai Chengjin's fingertips slowly swept across her eyebrows like distant mountains, the tip of her delicate nose, and her cherry-like lips...

After a while, he said hoarsely: "Will you hate this palace..."

The night was deep, and there was silence all around.

Only the shallow murmur seemed to linger with endless pain...

Following

In the early morning, a dawn gradually rose from the east and enveloped the earth, and everything began to wake up. The warm halo is like a pair of warm hands gently caressing every plant, every inch of land...

Yes!!

In the Jiayun Palace, Yin Ruixue stared at herself in the mirror with a purple-red poisonous boil, and the blood on her face faded. The hand on his cheek shook uncontrollably, and he shook his head vigorously: "This is not me, this is not me..."

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Green Core and Lotus Heart walked in with their heads down and stepping on the breeze. One holds a copper basin for cleansing his face, and the other holds a silk handkerchief.

"Silver Beauty Blessings." After giving the salute, the two raised their heads, and what caught their eyes was Yin Ruixue's miserable face.

Suddenly stunned in place, his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

"You're going to hurt me!" Yin Ruixue was on the verge of collapse, and pointed angrily at the green core. After thinking about it, he pointed to Lianxin again and asked, "Or you?!"