Stepping into this palace gate, Qiu Fengyi is waiting for her, Zhan Yu is waiting for her, Zhan Yue, Zhan Bei, Yongle, those people are like wolves and tigers, every step she takes, she is frightened step by step.

I suddenly missed the days in the desert.

At least at that time, with Dry Guhuan by her side, she didn't have to worry about anything.

Why did you think of him again?

She shook her head, and when she saw that she was nodding at her, she agreed.

Bai Yuan called a guard and asked him to take the situation down first, and he took Qiu Yinong into the palace and went towards the Futu Palace.

When I walked in Yongxiang, I saw that in the twilight quadrangle, the whole palace was silent, the autumn was deep, and a lot of maple trees were planted in the palace.

In fact, before, this maple leaf was not so red.

Since the fall of the Zhao Kingdom, this maple leaf has been red like fire, and the color is very dark.

There is a rumor in the palace that the maple leaves in this palace are dyed red with the blood of the Zhao family, and those blood feeds the roots of the maple tree, and from then on, the maple leaves are red and bright like blood, burning searingly.

Later, after the death of the eleventh princess Zhao Zishi, the war emperor ordered people to cut down all the white begonia trees in the harem, and the flowers fell like blood.

It became a good story, the eleventh princess is like a white begonia, Gao Jie Shengxue, is the soul of the flower, after her death, this begonia flower, are sad, falling, all become red.

She walked all the way towards the Futu Temple.

When she arrived at the Futu Palace, she looked up and saw that on both sides of the road leading to the Futu Palace, the maple leaves were like blood, and under the light of the sunset that was about to sink, it seemed that blood could spread, and her eyes were a little burning and painful.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my heart, and I didn't know what was going on.

She didn't expect that stepping through the door of the Futu Hall would almost kill her.

Baiyuan walked in front, and there were palace people waiting outside the palace gate, seeing Baiyuan and Qiu Yinong coming, they folded their hands in front of them and saluted, smiling politely and dignifiedly, the standard smile made people feel cold for no reason.

The two men walked in, and the palace door closed behind them.

This is not a trivial matter, and Zhan Yu does not want anyone to know.

In the long palace, more than a dozen candles were lit on the branch-like candlesticks on both sides, illuminating the dark decorations of the palace even more somber, and the copper objects were illuminated by the candlelight, reflecting the cold light.

This palace is shaded all year round.

She walked in, the smooth marble fell her long shadow, and looked up at the end of the palace, on the high seat, the man was dressed in the enduring black clothes Xiao Leng and killed, and the golden hooks on the corners looked luxurious and noble.

He stood there with the light on his back, the outline of his face cold and stiff, but it was as delicate as a sculpture.

It looks infinitely beautiful, but if you touch it, you will know that the person's handsome and unparalleled silhouette is cold and has no temperature.

I haven't seen him for a few months, this man doesn't look like he has changed, standing on a high place in the backlight, lowering his eyes to look at the autumn that is approaching step by step, his narrow and thin and cool eyes, when he looks at it, the deep light of his eyes is cold and long.

Her heart chuckled, and she always felt that there was unconscious loneliness in this man's eyes.

Lonely and cold, like a 10,000-year-old glacier on the mountain that day, alone information, lonely alone.

She was just about to salute, but the man had already stretched out his hand and waved it, and his voice was cold: "Have you brought anything back?" ”

He was so anxious that he didn't even need to salute.