In this cold palace, there are only endless scheming and calculations, deceitful and ruthless. The only person on the pillow side is the source of all this.

Xi Wei hated the snow and hated the maple dust. Hate all of this.

Fengchen didn't let Nian Sixue die, so she killed Nian Sixue herself. She took the horsewhip given to her by Luoli and went to the cold palace alone and late at night.

That night was snowy and cold. Her footprints are deep, and every step she takes is like a sacrifice.

Hatred is terrible.

However, Fengchen had already prepared. The moment she left the temple gate, someone had already reported it to Feng Chen. There are already many guards at the entrance of the cold palace.

At that time, Xi Wei didn't care about it, he just wanted revenge. Whoever stands in the way will be killed. Now that her hands are stained with blood and half of her feet have stepped into the infernal world, she should be more thorough. Send the damned people to die, it's a big deal to die together.

There is no love in life, and no one can be protected. The more I want to protect, the more I try my best, but the more I push the people I care about into the abyss.

Xi Wei whipped slightly, and many of the guards were knocked to the ground. They are no match for Xiwei.

The door of the cold palace opened. Xi Wei stepped in.

Inside, there was a row of golden feather guards. Feng Chen stood behind Jin Yuwei. His face was cold, the jade crown was lightly bundled, and he was still the dustless boy. But Xiwei didn't want to look at him at all. I don't want to look at it.

She whipped and beat her, completely ignoring what the eunuch on the side said that she wanted to go back to the palace and be grounded.

When she came out today, she didn't plan to go back alive.

But these days, Xi Wei has daily palpitations and nightmares, consuming a lot. The skills are not as good as before, and I can't hold it anymore without beating a few people. She feinted to the flank, intending to attack Maple Dust directly.

She wouldn't kill Maple Dust, even if she hated him. Even if he was the murderer who killed Zhu Qi, even if it was he who created all this.

She wanted to use maple dust to coerce the Golden Feather Guards to retreat.

Just when she was a few steps away from Feng Chen, there was no one to stop her, and a gray brocade robe suddenly appeared.

He raised his arm and used the thin fan in his hand to dissolve the whip that Xi Wei hit Feng Chen, and with the other hand he held her wrist, and then used Xi Wei's whip to wrap around shallowly and trap Xi Wei.

It's Xiao Zhi. Xi Wei looked at him in shock, unable to say a word.

Shouldn't he help himself?

"You let go of me! Let go! Xiwei shouted at him.

Xiao Zhi lowered his eyes: "Niangniang, go back."

"Xiao Zhi! Let me go.. She begged.

"Niangniang, the whole world is the emperor. The subjects should listen to the emperor. ”

Xi Wei looked at Xiao Zhi for a long time and was silent, she watched the goose feather snow fall on his shoulder. Covered in coldness.

She smiled coldly instead, and she understood that he had never really helped her. Killing the Nian clan, Feng Chen intended to do this, so he would help. It's never really about helping yourself.

Over the years, Xiao Zhi has helped himself a lot, and he was also a pot of warm wine in the cool night, the only remaining confidant in the world. But who knows what he really thinks in his heart?

It's like maple dust.

Their hearts are as solid as stones, and their cities are as deep as the sea. There was countless blood on his hands, but his sleeves were not stained with lead dust. One is thousands of miles away to cut off people's life and death, and the other scolds Fang Yu to kill people like hemp.

She didn't know, she didn't know them at all, she didn't know Feng Chen, and she didn't know Xiao Zhi.

Perhaps, Feng Chen and Xiao Zhi are the same people.

She suddenly laughed happily, laughing at how incompetent she was, laughing at how desperate everything was. Laughing and laughing, he fainted.

Xiao Zhi supported her, suppressing the distress in his heart. She only had hatred in her eyes, and she only wanted to achieve her goal in her heart, and she vowed not to give up, and she didn't see Xi Shu standing behind Fengchen at all. Even if she did get close to Maple Dust, it would be useless. may also be convicted of assassinating the emperor, which is a capital crime of rebellion.

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When she woke up again, the snow had melted. The window sash is pale and white, and there seems to be none. The warm sun shone on the eaves, as if the heavy snow had never come.

However, Pear and Zhimi will never return. Xi Wei felt that it was so tiring to live. Tired because of loss, tired because of disappointment. Even if she is a high-ranking concubine, after all, she is just a canary trapped in a cage, even if she tries to please her, she can only be held in the palm of her hand.

For a moment, she thought about herself. This deep palace of Chu has never been home to her. She tied her own horsewhip to the beam and tied a dead knot, she recalled shallowly that the years when she came to the Chu State seemed to be only a short time in the prince's mansion, which was really joyful, easy and simple.

At that time, there was no blood on his hands, and there was no determination in his eyes. And he has no hatred.

Now, she has nothing left, not even revenge. Instead of waiting for Maple Dust to kill himself, it is better to do it yourself. At least, death is one's own optional freedom.

Just as she was about to commit suicide by hanging herself, the waiting maid came in and stopped her.

"Concubine, concubine. What do you do here? You are pregnant, and the emperor wants to canonize you as the imperial concubine. Don't do such a stupid thing. The maid Rulan anxiously rushed to her side, stopped her, and said while crying.

Xiwei's body froze in place. Pregnant, child.

She didn't say a word, and tears rained down.

She didn't seek death again. But after some time, she vaguely realized that this child could not be born. Because of the nightmares and palpitations before, I lost a lot of money, and my health became extremely poor. These days, I am even more sad to think of Pear and Zhimi, my body has not improved, and I am weaker than before.

Although Fengchen never came to see her again, he ordered the doctor to take care of her every day.

It's just that her illness is a heart disease. The cure is not good.

Soon, she knew from the spy that Feng Chen was planning to send troops to the Han Kingdom. At this time, the Han State had occupied one-third of the territory of the Yan State. Moreover, Song Li, the puppet emperor of Wu, seems to have had a relationship with the Han emperor. The plank road is repaired in the light, and the warehouse is in the dark.

As for whether it is Song Li and Emperor Han's secret song, or another game in the middle of a game of maple dust, Xi Wei does not know. Presumably, everyone in the court and China doesn't know, only Fengchen himself knows.

But in any case, all this just brought Maple Dust closer to his goal. Pave the way with corpses and break new ground under the bloody slaughter.

Xiwei began to feel uneasy. Or maybe she's never been at ease. Maple dust can do whatever it takes for the unification of the world. He can hide people's eyes and ears, slaughter cities and kill royal families, and he can wash several cities and ambush corpses like ants just to suppress turmoil.

Under the nest, there are eggs. Who is the next Zhuqi, who is the next Wu royal family, and who is the next Nian. The people she cares about are already dead, and she only has half a life left, and it's hard to save even the child in her womb.

She began to have a thought. She wanted to do one thing, before she died, at least, to protect Yan Guo in the end, and give Yan Guo a piece of peace.

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