When the water from all sides continued to pour towards her seven orifices, Zhao Mei realized what kind of situation she was in at the moment.

She was given to die!

It was killed by the pillow man who was still tender and sweet to her last night!

"Your Majesty...... His Majesty...... Next, save ...... Life...... Help me! ”

She couldn't swim, so at this point, she knew she had no choice but to turn to the man on the shore for help.

But in the light of the water on all sides, she saw that the minions on the shore were still the same for ten thousand years, and Han Yuan was still looking at the rolling pool with a leisurely expression.

The queen naturally still had such an expressionless expression, as if all her joys, sorrows and sorrows had been buried in this deep palace.

Bury!

When she thought of this word, she suddenly shuddered, and at this time, she herself was being buried.

It was at this moment that she suddenly felt her calf being grabbed by a cold hand.

Then there is no way for the whole person to escape and be dragged into the deepest darkness.

She suddenly remembered that when she was in Raksi, her aunt had said that when a person in this palace was given to die in the water, there would be a special person in charge of giving him a ride.

Unexpectedly, the position she had managed to climb up to was over, and with it, her life ended.

On the water, the last image she saw was the queen's face.

She suddenly found that her eyes, which had some faint traces of age, actually had a sense of familiarity, and only then did she remember her own face when she looked in the mirror every day.

It's just that what does this mean, she is no longer qualified to think about it, and she will never think about it again.

Seeing a person's life disappear in front of him like this, no one felt that there was anything to be shocked about.

The water in the pool returned to calm, as if everything just now was just an illusion, only the fan that fell beside the brocade clothes proved that there was a delicate life here.

"Since Your Majesty is leisurely and elegant, the concubine will not bother, and the concubine will retire."

Zhou Yu is still the same as a talent, how to bring people to come, how to take people away.

Kicking the fan at his feet into the pool, Han Yuan threw away the fishing rod in his hand and muttered, "Her eyes never shed tears." ”

The queen walked all the way to her palace, her footsteps did not stagnate, she never liked to ride in a sedan chair, which would make her unable to perceive the ground under her feet, and she would lose her sense of reality and forget her original self.

There was a rapid but regular footstep behind him, and then a palace maid approached with her head down: "Your Majesty ordered that all the koi fish in the imperial pond be fished up, and no one will be left." ”

"Hmmm! Got it! Nodding slightly, Zhou Yu's face was expressionless, "Stand down!" ”

The palace maid left in a hurry again, but Zhou Yu stopped moving forward and raised his face to look at the narrow sky in the corridor.

Han Yuan, in the end, you have changed.

Three days after Han Yuan's holy decree to let Duanmu Qing pray for rain instead of the Son of Heaven came, the entire Ling Palace's palace was full of people coming and going.

This time she went to Zhenzhou in the northwest, not the same as the last time Han Lingyan traveled, because she represented Han Yuan and was escorted by a team specially dispatched by the palace.

While ensuring the shortest time and itinerary, the degree of luxury is needless to say.

The night was getting darker, but the courtyard was brightly lit.

There is no one else, except for Bai Mei Duan Mulan and Han Lingxi, the others are all from the hidden country.

The Night Spirit wore a dark purple robe that no one else had ever seen her wear, which looked a little strange, but when it was worn on her body, it carried an aura of mystery.

It's just that her face is a little pale, and she sits next to the sweet potato with a little smile on her face.

Duanmu Qing walked out of the room, and her whole face flashed with a light that no one else had ever seen, and this kind of light made her whole face become moving.

A smile appeared on Han Ling's lips, his Qing'er was so eye-catching at all times.

Wan Qian handed over a stick of incense: "Snow girl, are you ready?" ”

Glancing at her, Duanmu Qing took a deep breath, finally opened his eyes, and nodded gently: "Hmm! ”

Ling'er held a delicate incense burner and knelt on one knee in front of her, holding her hands high.

After bowing three times to the heavens, Duanmu Qing closed his eyes and said softly: "Great God, the Snow Maiden of the Hidden Kingdom prays to you, bless the Hidden Kingdom to return to her own country, please give me ancient power, so that I have the ability to wait for my country and my people." ”

After reading it, I opened my eyes again, and there was a clear gaze in my eyes, as if it had melted into the thousands of stars in the sky.

Inserting the incense in his hand into the incense burner, Duanmu Qing climbed the temporary high platform with the help of thousands of people.

There was nothing on the stage, only a futon.

No one spoke, just stared at the woman who was sitting on it with their eyes open.

Night Spirit's hand clenched tightly in the wide robes.

At this moment, as if time and space were out of order, she seemed to see that in the main hall of the Hidden Kingdom, the Snow Maiden was praying to heaven like this.

The night was calm, and even the summer insects were silent.

The stars in the sky twinkled and twinkled, and the lights on the earth came to each other, as if they wanted to weave all these people into the deepest dreams.

It's a clear sky, and everyone is waiting for it to change.

Duanmu Qing got rid of all distractions, didn't think about the eyes of everyone around her, didn't want to think about what she had to do in a few days, and didn't even think about what the night soul had said to her not long ago.

At this time, she is Duanmu Qing, the Snow Girl, and the person who wants to change the climate.

She renounced all external senses and entered her body with the clearest thoughts, feeling every breath in her body, letting her mind beat to their rhythm.

At this time, Duanmu Qing felt as if she had entered an ethereal realm, there was nothing around her, and she seemed to hear the sound of her own heartbeat, slowly but firmly.

In the depths of the body, it was as if something was about to break through the ground, with some longing, with some struggle.

She put all her attention on the power that broke through the ground, and used her own will to induce its growth.

She could almost hear the sound of something breaking through her shell, and then little by little, inch by inch in the deepest part of her soul.

It seems that an ancient and distant force is pulling it and pulling it to grow vigorously.

Suddenly, "pop"! A slight but loud voice rang in her ears, and she felt its breath, her eagerness, her life force with her.

This feeling has never been felt before, with a sense of novelty, which instantly extends all over her life.

Grow with herself, breathe with her.

No one knows what the women sitting on the high place feel at this time, their hearts are like pinching a handful of sweat, a handful of sweat that they almost dare not wipe easily.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

Even Ling'er, at this time, was obediently sitting next to the sweet potato, unconsciously holding his hand, as if like this, his heart was not beating so fast.

The air seemed to be getting a little stuffy, unusually quiet.

There was a hopeful glow in the Night Soul's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel that he had tried to lighten his breath, as if he didn't dare to spit it out after taking a breath.

A smile appeared on Duanmu Qing's lips, with comfort and comfort.

She felt that the seed in her body had been awakened, like a spring breeze blowing through the grass, burning wildly with life.

She could feel that anger, that joy in life.

Fallen leaves floated from the ground and hit the hem of the robe on the night spirit.

This time, she finally let out a long sigh of relief and dared to laugh.

When I looked up, I saw that everyone was looking around.

The leaves moved, the wind shuttled by, and Aunt Yan's long hair fluttered in the night wind, and at the same time blew away her crystal tears.

Finally, when the time came, their Snow Maiden returned.

Duanmu Qing felt that the things in her body that were growing were merging with her body and her will, and at the same time, she began to feel her senses communicating with the world with an incredible clarity.

She could hear voices coming from the depths of the clouds, and she could feel the sensation of the clouds drifting gently in the deepest and farthest sky.

It was as if there were overwhelmed droplets of water squeezing and arguing one after another.

It was as if they could feel the nature of things that had come to life as well, as if they could sense her approach.

It seemed that as soon as she waved her hand gently, she would rush towards her embrace.

There was a longing that spilled out from the deepest parts of her body, and then followed her soul all the way to the sky.

There seemed to be an infinite amount of space, with many, many things waiting to be discovered.

Trying to remember his thoughts, Duanmu Qing muttered a word in his mouth: "Rain"

The wind suddenly stopped, and the air was a little hotter than it had been, as if it were not late at night, but at dusk after the heat.

Han Lingyan's eyes stared at the high platform in the middle without blinking, for the first time, he felt so happy, not because he got something for himself, but because the woman he loved so much had finally opened the door to her own snow woman's birth.

The cool thing fell on her forehead, and Aunt Yan's tears also surged out, and she couldn't help but fall to her knees and cry non-stop.

She wanted to go home.

On weekdays, there are thousands of serious and serious people, eccentric sweet potatoes, Ling'er who doesn't know the world, and some shy and invisible, and there are already some night souls who have described withering, and at this time they knelt on the ground at the same time.

No one could control their tears, they were joyful, excited, and hopeful at the same time.

There is hope for them to return home, and the heavens will still favor them. 638