Quan Tianjiu slowly leaned down, one knee slightly bent to the ground, his fingertips trembled imperceptibly, and finally touched the blood jade doll, as if something suddenly penetrated his brain, and severe pain hit.

A low, muffled grunt came from the man's throat.

He fell to his knees abruptly on one knee, leaning against the wall, pressing his temple hard, his brain like a pinprick.

…………

When the dust came in, it was already half an hour later, and I saw such a picture

It was obviously a cold day, but the man's body was obviously soaked, his face was pale and his eyes were closed, as if he had just experienced a fierce "war", and the whole person sat weakly against the wall like his weak and wet drooping ink hair.

That wall......

Once upon a time, someone came in from here and took away the queen's mother, so that the emperor experienced the pain of the nail board, and was tortured and seriously injured almost to death.

Later, this wall had obviously been filled, but I didn't expect that the vicissitudes of life, the gears of fate would return to the orbit again, and on the day Niangniang disappeared, she still disappeared in the Dragon Yin Palace, and disappeared behind this wall.

And the emperor is still seriously injured, but this time it is not the body, but the heart.

Fuchen's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

He walked over slowly and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are you okay?" ”

The man didn't reply for a long time, and he didn't move.

If it weren't for Fu Shen seeing him holding the blood jade doll tightly in his hand, his joints were blue, his knuckles were white, and even the outline of his jaw was in an obviously tight line, he might have thought that he was unconscious.

"The Emperor's ......"

He tried to call again, and the silent man finally opened his eyes slowly, but the scarlet eyes shook the dust, "Your Majesty!" ”

Quan Tianjiu's eyes did not move, and the cold and lonely dry well was like a little more incomprehensible depth and precipitation.

He glanced at him lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

His voice was also hoarse.

Fuchen frowned and looked at him, always feeling that there was something different about him, and then attributed this difference to the emperor being too sad after Niangniang left, so he didn't think much about it.

He couldn't bear to say: "The news just came that our people found traces of Niangniang in Yancheng, just in the afternoon. But at that time, the mother changed her costume and didn't recognize her in time, so she let her run away again. ”

Morning?

Quan Tianjiu's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he stood up with his support on the ground, his body swaying slightly.

The tingling was still ringing in his brain, but it was much better than before.

In that half an hour, many things shuttled through his mind like a marquee, no longer as simple as occasionally appearing one or two frames of pictures as a while ago, but a large number of memories Although they were incoherent, what he saw was clearly what they had experienced.

It's like a bystander, looking at their past.

There was no one else, only her.

She was happy, she was sad, she was depressed, she was desperate, and ...... She was indifferent as she stabbed the dagger into his chest resolutely.

Quan Tianjiu closed his eyes, his eyes dark and scarlet.

He tightened his fingers more and more, rubbing the warm edges of the blood jade's edges.

When the picture in his mind stopped playing, he remembered only a part of the past, the pain in his brain was relieved, but the pain in his chest was worse than just now, like thousands of insects and ants gnawing at his heart at the same time. 2k reading web