The wind is as cold as a knife, and the snow is flying with goose feathers.

It was already cold in the cold palace, and there was nothing to keep warm, Qin Jiu only sat by the window in a thin spring coat, but he didn't seem to know the cold, and he sat for a day.

She's waiting for someone, for someone who can take her out of here.

It was getting darker and darker, and night was coming.

It seems that it can't wait.

Also, what hope does she have now?

I wanted to close the window, but suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Qin Jiu's dead eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to look towards the door, and in a moment, a woman in a red phoenix robe appeared in sight.

Qin Jiu opened his eyes expressionlessly.

A month ago, Chen Jing was in the cold palace, but she already knew the news.

Qin Jiu was not surprised, and was even a little surprised, why did Chen Jing only crown her as the queen now?

After all, it's been three years.

She has been in this cold palace for three years.

Mo Rulian stood in front of the door and didn't come in, looking at Qin Jiu and smiling coldly, "Do you know why this palace came here today?" ”

Qin Jiu didn't look at her, he just stood up and walked towards the other side of the room, and with her movements, there was a crisp sound of iron chains under her feet.

Mo Ru lowered her eyes, her skirt could not cover her ankles, and she did not wear foot clothes on her feet, and her thin white ankles were red and swollen by the friction of iron chains, and there were dried blood stains.

Mo Rulian was happy again, and she said lazily: "Your Majesty asked the palace to come over and send you on your way." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at the room, and she was so shabby and shabby that she didn't want to step into it at all, so she just stood in front of the door and raised her hand, "Take her to the courtyard." ”

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing the palace maid coming towards him, four hands reaching over to pull her, Qin Jiu finally couldn't help it.

She wanted to resist, but now she couldn't resist at all.

She was fed cartilage, and she would feel tired even if she walked a few more steps on weekdays, where would she have the strength to resist?

I could only let the palace maid grab her hand and pull her behind her, and dragged her to Mo Rulian.

Seeing her somewhat embarrassed appearance, Mo Rulian finally smiled.

She glanced at her and smiled brightly, "This palace doesn't want to do anything, this palace is just acting on the orders of His Majesty." ”

The snow in the cold palace was uncleaned, and it was almost three feet thick.

Qin Jiu was pulled to the snow, and there was a sudden pain in the crook of her leg, she stood unsteadily and knelt down, her shoulder being pressed hard.

Mo Ru hooked his lips and chuckled, and slowly walked in front of Qin Jiu, "Do you know why Your Majesty wants to kill you?" ”

Qin Jiu gritted his teeth, raised his eyes to stare at her, and sneered, "Mo Ru Pity, do you know, you are really pitiful." ”

"Smack-"

Mo Rupian raised his hand, and a slap fell on Qin Jiu's face, and there were several blood marks in an instant.

"Qin Jiu, at this time, you still don't know how to beg for mercy? Do you think you'll be able to escape this time? ”

"Are you still waiting for Brother Wan Qi to come and save you? I'll tell you the truth, Brother Wan Qi can't come. ”

Qin Jiu's heart, which had been calm, sank suddenly, and even his voice trembled, "What do you mean?" ”

"He's dead!"

A flash of hatred suddenly flashed in Mo Rulian's eyes, she leaned over and pinched Qin Jiu's chin, "In order to save you, I died outside the city during the siege, and I was shot by His Majesty himself." Qin Jiu, you killed him! ”

Qin Jiu froze.

Mo Rulian said sharply to the person behind him: "Lift it up!" ”

A palace man brought a straw mat over, and on the straw mat lay a bloody man who could no longer see his appearance, and his body was full of arrows.

The straw mat was placed on the snow, and there was still some distance away from Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu looked at it in a daze, countless blades were smashing her flesh and bones, her heart, as if the person with blurred flesh and blood was not Wan Qichen lying there, but herself.