The cold palace is like winter, even if there is an occasional ray of sunlight that falls into the room, it can't dispel the cold in the room.

"Smile ......"

With a loud shout, Mu Ling suddenly sat up from the bed, and the sweat condensed into beads slipped down her forehead one by one and sank into the slightly moldy quilt.

She opened her dilated pupils, a heart-wrenching pain spread from her chest, and the hand that grabbed the futon tightened a little, she didn't understand, why the person in charge of picking up her Xiaoxiao shot her? Obviously they are on a mission together, and they are friends who have played since childhood, why did Xiaoxiao treat her like this?

"Ahh

A sharp scream sounded in his ears, Mu Ling withdrew his thoughts, stared at the person who came unhappily, and saw that the person in front of him was dressed in a white filial piety costume, the shroud he was holding slipped from his hand, his legs trembled and he knelt down, and his mouth was still muttering, "Niangniang, you are going to hang yourself, but it is not the slave who forced you, and you should not come to the slave if you want to lock your soul!" Empress! ”

Empress? Mu Ling was confused all of a sudden.

His eyes began to look at the antique buildings around him, although they were a little dilapidated, they could barely be regarded as a place of refuge.

It's just that she raised her hand and touched her somewhat sore neck, and then said, "Ahem, please give me a mirror." ”

Surprised by the hoarse throat, Mu Ling had a bad premonition in her heart, and with all the ancient buildings around her, could she say that it was ......

Hearing Mu Ling's voice, Yahuan Yan's horror was slightly retracted, she took the bronze mirror on the side, stepped forward tremblingly and handed it to Mu Ling, and asked in a low voice, "Is Niangniang a human or a ghost now?" ”

Ignoring Yahuan's words, Mu Ling took the bronze mirror in his hand, and through the candle behind him, he saw an unfamiliar face in the mirror, as well as a reddish stamped mark on his neck.

This is not her, Mu Ling's hand gently stroked his face, and the person in the mirror did the same. She slowly lowered her hand, and it was her again.

Suddenly put down the mirror in her hand, the shock in Mu Ling's heart has been lingering, since she is dead, who is she in the mirror now?

"Who am I?" Mu Ling muttered.

"You are the emperor's newly crowned Mu Lingmu nobleman." Yahuan looked at Mu Ling's shadow under the candle flame and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mu Guiren?" Mu Ling was surprised that she had the same name as herself, but at the same time, she looked at the surrounding buildings suspiciously, and mocked, "These places do you live?" ”

Rim Yan saw that his mother was already delirious, a little sentimental, and thought of some things that had happened to her mother recently, and then burst into tears, "When Niangniang first arrived in the palace, she was framed by someone and was beaten into the cold palace by the emperor." She paused, and continued in a choked voice, "The slave believes that things will come to light one day, and sooner or later the emperor will give the mother a fair ......."

"Wait a minute," Mu Ling interrupted her with some impatience, his hand touching the red mark on his neck, "You just said that I was going to hang myself?" So why did I hang myself? ”

Is it because of the loss of grace? Or what? Mu Ling tried hard to recall the only costume drama plot in his head, and then looked up and down, the environment of the cold palace was indeed not very good.

"Niangniang," the tears in the rim smoke finally fell, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe her tears, "Coming to the cold palace, life is different in a thousand ways, with the body of Niangniang's daughter, how can I stand it." ”

That's true!

Mu Ling smiled suddenly, these bloody things really come according to the routine, death, crossing, the concubine of the cold palace, hanging, rebirth. She has really come to the end of her life.

"How did the mother live? I was out of gas just now! Rim Yan sniffed and asked, but then realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately knelt down, "The slave should die, you shouldn't curse the mother." ”

"After a pass at the Ghost Gate, the king of Hades said that my longevity was not over, and he said that the underworld did not accept people who had not completed his life, so he let me come back."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Mu Ling's mouth, isn't this life picked up?

On the contrary, Rim Yan was convinced, and a smile bloomed on his tear-stained little face, "Niangniang wants to live a long life." ”

Seeing that she was so innocent and easy to fool, Mu Ling couldn't help but smile, and then rubbed her forehead with one hand, pretending to say, "It's just that when I came back, I accidentally got some Meng Po's soup, and I can't remember a lot of things." ”

"It's okay, forget about the bad things in the past, forget it, don't you still have slaves? Now it's still the mother's body that matters," Rim Yan then got up from the ground, wiped the dried tears on his face, and looked at Mu Ling with a strong smile, "The slave maid went to give Niangniang a bowl of soup to replenish her body." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the door.

Mu Ling looked at her back, her face was apologetic, her mother was afraid that she was already dead when she hanged herself!

And now, Mu Ling clenched her fists slightly, she wants to live well.

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded outside the door of the silent cold palace, interrupting her thoughts, "The emperor has arrived, and Concubine De has arrived!" ”

"See the emperor, see Concubine De!"

Before he could get out of the door, he knelt down on the ground, and his panicked voice rang out.

Mu Ling followed the sound and looked, the first thing that caught her eye was a five-clawed golden dragon dress, the complex patterns dazzled her, and she simply moved her gaze up, the person in front of her had a pair of delicate facial features, and her long hair was tied behind her head by a bunch of crowns, revealing a round forehead and heroic eyebrows, but at this time, his impatient eyes lightly swept over Mu Ling, who was sick on the bed, and then frowned, and said to the person beside her, "Concubine De, didn't you say she died?" How can I still live well. ”

Concubine De? Mu Ling's gaze moved to his side, and the beauty Fan Dai standing there was just right, showing off her beautiful face, but it was nothing, because Mu Ling could see a hint of panic from her slightly embarrassed face.

That's right! It's panic!

How can there be such an expression? A thrill flashed in Mu Ling's heart, and when she was about to look at Concubine De's eyes again, she naturally looked away, and the previous panic had been well collected.

"Your Majesty, the concubines also listened to those palace maids below!" Concubine De had a coquettish smile on her face, "When I go back, I will definitely discipline those girls who talk nonsense." ”

"That's it, anyway, I'll come in and have a look," the emperor bent Concubine De's nose, his frowning brows relaxed, and said with a smile, "It's just that the rumors of the palace people don't have to be taken seriously in the future." ”

"Got it."

Concubine De smiled shyly, and her lowered eyes concealed the last trace of panic.

Mu Ling watched the two flirting and scolding, and a faint disdain appeared in her eyes, and this scene happened to fall into the afterglow of Concubine De, she raised her gaze slightly, intentionally or unintentionally fell on Mu Ling, and stepped forward politely and closely, "I haven't seen you for a few days, my sister's body is getting weaker and weaker, so there is no need to kneel and salute," and then turned to look at the emperor softly, "Yes!" Emperor? ”

Hearing this, Mu Ling secretly sneered, the fake meaning in Concubine De's eyes, she really didn't miss it, I'm afraid that something unpleasant happened to this Concubine De and the original Mu Ling.