Blue end lips and teeth chills. Her brow couldn't stretch for a long time. Crimson blood flowed from between his legs. She felt the warm liquid slowly pulling out of her lower abdomen. She surprisingly didn't cry. It seems that today's situation has been predicted for a long time. She just smiled suddenly. It is like the most beautiful and beautiful mansha pearl flower on Luoyang Mountain.

Just ask the world after the flowers bloom to the top. What else is left. Buddha said. It was a flower that bloomed on Huangquan Road. The other side of the flower blooms in the shore of the past. Bright red flowers that draw souls. Lan Mo's heart was empty. Her vision blurred inch by inch. At the end of the light. She finally saw someone. White clothes win snow. A handsome appearance that is not contaminated with the world. Always point out the country without surprise. Always save her from fire and water at the most critical moment.

Scold. Light and shadow when the pupils contract. Slow down suddenly. Lan Mo felt once again surrounded by a dungeon. Bone-chilling cold. The maid named Xiao Yi retreated with the medicine bottle. As she left, she looked at the woman in the dungeon who had no spiritual sustenance as if she were watching a joke.

But she didn't know. The one that really defeated the blue end. It's not just a little life in the womb. Maybe. More. It hangs above the gates. Accept the spurning of the gods day and night. Bloody human heads.

"Girl. Here comes the food. Wishing back to the door of the dungeon. She called out to Lan Mo. I didn't get the same response. But look at the guard guarding the door squinting and yawning. She sensed something was wrong. But he didn't ask much. It's just when you lean in. Red blood stains all over the floor. Seeing this, her hands trembled and she poured the food she had just brought to the ground again.

She held Lan Mo's slender shoulders in shock. The eyes were stunned and unemotionally blue. It's like a person who melts ice on its own. She couldn't hear Qiansi's question. Qiansi's teary eyes were even more invisible to her. All she could see was. The flowers on the other side are disappearing completely. It's like her body that is getting cold now.

I didn't say a word when I saw Lan Mo. Ignore it either. She wiped her tears. Suddenly, he helped Lan Mo onto the cold stone bed. She said. "Girl, you must wait for the slave. The slave went to the Imperial Doctor. Find the prince. You must hold on to ......" Qiansi warmed Lan Mo's cold hand again. Fu rushed to the only cell door. Suddenly, he glared at the guard at the door of the cell. "Keep watch. I won't ask you what's going on. But what happens to the girl again. You just wait for the prince to come and collect your head. ”

The jailer nodded nonchalantly. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * First * Fa" saw Qiansi walking away quickly. He spat vigorously at Qiansi's figure. He looked at the bleak woman in the cell with great disdain. He smiled inwardly. It's funny. No silver is given. I also want Lao Tzu to do things. Think beautifully. The jailer thought of this, carrying a bunch of keys. Lifted the waistband of his trousers. Humming a little tune, he went back to his guard's room and stayed.

Lan Mo sat quietly. Many people in the past reappear over and over again in front of their eyes like fragments. It was a time that could not be forgotten. But it is also a heart-wrenching memory. She didn't dare shake these hands. It was a pair of hands that held millions of subjects. Turn your hands into clouds and cover your hands for rain. She's just a small killer. She doesn't deserve it..."

Now she doesn't dare to think so. Long Yanluo is for her. It's a scar that burns on the heart. Unlike an ugly scar on the face. A scar on the heart. It never fades. It may be at a specific time. It will be lifted from time to time. A dull ache.

Take out the fire fold roll that you have prepared. Lan Mo opens the lid of the fire fold roll. A slight smile tugged at her mouth. It's a childlike smile. She's really bad. Very bad. Not only can you not protect the people you want to protect. It is a child whose blood is thicker than water. She didn't save it. What else could she be of any use. Universally. It's not the king's land.

Perhaps she is as lowly as the historians recorded. Disaster in disguise. Born to the Calamity. It will not be extinguished in the dust. Extinct today.

A shallow smile remained on his lips. The woman lifted the cold iron fan pendant on both sides of the bun. The fan spike has a cool touch. She closed her eyes. Ignited the light yellow withered grass under the slate bed. She was well-defined in the firelight. A crystal teardrop crossed his cheek. She slowly closed her eyes. in this world. I'm afraid there is nothing worth her crying about.

When King Rong led a large army from the winding palace road straight into the main hall of the Purple Wing Palace. The waste prince who had already been scared in front of the emperor admired the period. lame next to the graceful Concubine Yong. "Mother. He...... He led his troops in. How...... Office ......"

Yin Mufeng's eyes were cold. He stared silently at the bed. The father who survived. Trembling over the culprit on the ground. He just walked to his father's side. Yin Feiwu's old eyes are dizzy. The mind is very clear. It's just that when I see someone coming, I don't think I'm the one in my heart. His breath couldn't help but be a little disturbed. But when Yin Mufeng's hand reached Yin Feiwu's hand. This old emperor who has dominated Western Shu for decades. Life is coming to an end.

Prime Minister Lin Zhi is Yin Feiwu's friend. This time, he followed Yin Mufeng's army into the palace all night. It was the secret report. said that Concubine Yong was in charge of the harem. Hide it inside and out. Forced the palace to rebel. He stared at the bed dying. Old friends who can't say anything. A wave of worry rose from my heart.

"Lord Lin. Father came to talk to you. Yin Mufeng suddenly put down his father's hand. He stepped back to the side of the bed. Qingsu's eyes swept over Prime Minister Lin, who was full of desolation. I saw that Lin Zhi stepped forward without hesitation. Yin Mufeng took a step back. He took out a small bell and shook it around his waist. It was a bell that ordinary children love to play with. But it's in between a withdrawal. Lin Zhi's gaze suddenly drifted a little.

Lin ...... Know. I can't do it. I want to be in the tenth ...... One ......" Yin Feiwu's mouth trembled. The last two words. But it's very clear. It's just that no matter how clear it is, only Lin Zhi's ears can hear it.

It only takes a moment for life to pass away. Like at this time. The Emperor of Xishu who was still panting a moment ago. But he stopped breathing in the next moment. and the hysterical sobbing of the concubines that suddenly came up and down the Ziyong Palace.

I only heard Lin Zhi shouting suddenly. "The Emperor has died......"

Concubine Yong took the four highnesses and wanted to come forward to visit. But it was a gap between Ling Feng and a knife. Blocked. Look at the rest of the concubines and maids. It's all a mess, too. All the people brought by Yin Mufeng were controlled in the hall.

"Before the Great Emperor. The last word is......" Lin Zhi deliberately looked at Yin Mufeng before he said. Seeing that the inconspicuous bell was still in his hand. He shook his head and reluctantly continued. "The legend is located in the Sixth Highness. Changed the name of the country to Kaede. ”

"Long live the Great Emperor, long live, long live." A thin woman was the first to kneel on the ground. Her head was buried a little low. It's hard to see her face. It's just a not very neat figure. also made people vaguely identify her identity from the side face. It was Ling Zhu, who was almost killed by a random arrow. Those who knelt down behind her. There were also rows of black-clad Praetorian Guard battalions.

The rest of the field. Seeing that the situation is one-sided. and did not dare to be disobedient. They all knelt down in the direction where Yin Mufeng was standing. Shout hooray.

The day of Xishu. Somewhat gray. Yin Mufeng walked to his father's bed. The serene face seemed to surrender the trust of the heart. There will be no regrets. His heart didn't hurt. The same child has a different state of mind.

"It's just because of the mother's unbearable. and deny the will of the sons. My father's heart is too ruthless. Erchen didn't want to have a glamorous background like Little Eleven. has martial arts that are comparable to others. It's just that. The efforts of the sons, father, the emperor, your last approval. I just want Erchen to become the target of public criticism. Become the target of everyone's attack. Then you carefully created the world for Little Eleven. I took it. What is there to be unwilling and what is not to be? ”

Talking to oneself only knows to oneself. He gently closed his eyes with his hands. He didn't hesitate any longer. This is a war without a winner. He took the world. Just to be the one with the highest power. Then the woman who is still trapped in the dungeon. and because of his forgiveness. And it was released. And also because of his amnesty. And become his woman.

Everything, everything. Everything that seems to be good. In Yin Mufeng's heart, wandering into a beautiful lotus. He had already stood with his hands in his hands and slowly walked out of the Purple Wing Hall. He set out to get everything ready. The woman who waited silently in prison. He's going to take a look.

"Young Master......" Ling Feng suddenly rushed out of the hall. Walking sideways beside Yin Mufeng. Described as a little anxious. When he hesitated, he shouted the wrong title. "Not true. It's Your Majesty......"

"It doesn't matter. What's up. "Yin Mufeng's entourage. He was always seen as a brother. If it's not something special. Ling Feng won't be in the middle of the rest of the temple when he hasn't placed the rest of the people. Suddenly ran out of it.

"Miss Qiansi cried in the hospital with red eyes. He was locked up as a madman by the Inner Chamberlain......" Ling Feng said slowly. Seeing Yin Mufeng's gradually warming cheeks, they suddenly turned cold. "And. The dungeon below the dungeon that connects to the Fountain. A fire broke out. Lingering ......"

"What. Why is Qiansi making trouble in Tai Hospital? The dungeon is on fire. Underneath the dungeon is water. Why is it so long? Yin Mufeng's fingertips were cold. His pupils dilated for a moment. The expression that was originally as steady as Mount Tai suddenly trembled.

Ling Feng quickly handed a note in his hand to Yin Mufeng. I saw that the numbers were scribbled on it. "The dungeon walks the water. Only one dry skeleton remained. ”

A warm breeze of early spring swept through the vast sky. However, Yin Mufeng, whose face was like ashes, couldn't feel a trace of warmth. He sat down in a soft purple satin sedan chair. A few words on a slip of paper. It was like a virus that eroded his body. Even if you die. I don't want to wait for him. Whatever you want.

Underneath a low dungeon. It is warm earth spring water. Zhulan, who was once locked up in a nine-story cage. Carefully move the bamboo planks with Western rollers. With a slight smile, he looked at the woman behind him who was also wiping the sweat on her forehead. Whispered. "Sister Huanting. There is no hurry. Plenty of time. ”