Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but tighten the strength of his palm.

Listening to the girl's weak and helpless cry, his voice was low, "No matter what the sound becomes, I will not dislike you." ”

"But... But the concubines don't want to be worthy of the emperor. ”

Feng Jiuqing gently stroked her trembling back: "No, in the whole world, only Yin'er can be worthy of me." ”

"Your Majesty, the prime minister and his wife heard that Niangniang was poisoned in the palace, and now they are rushing to the palace. Shen Guifei's methods are extremely ruthless, such a femme fatale-hearted concubine, the emperor, you must see that the Gu family is loyal to you, and seek justice for your mother. ”

Mama Li's voice was loud.

A trail of blood broke out on his wrinkled forehead.

Old tears: "Niangniang has never been hurt like this since she was a child, if Niangniang's face is ruined, how can she see people in the future!" In the court, in the capital, the emperor and queen are ugly-faced women, and they will definitely be ridiculed and criticized by the people and ministers of the court! Emperor! ”

A gentle and elegant face, when accustomed to gentleness, suddenly ignited a flame of anger, which made people dare not look at it.

The entire minions of the Xianghe Palace felt that the atmosphere in the hall was extremely cold.

It's quiet.

Even the wheezing sound could be heard clearly, and they suppressed each other's heavy and fearful gasps, for fear that if the sound was louder, they would be angered when the time came.

The cold air exerting cold pressure seems to be able to tear a person's body apart.

And yet—

Right now.

"This jade dew ointment, the concubine only has one bottle. Knowing that her sister's face was covered with red rashes, the concubine didn't think about it, and quickly took out this jade dew paste for her sister to use, even the concubine's hand, even if it was facing ulceration, the concubine also thought about trying to heal the wound on her sister's face. The concubine's hand is not tightened. ”

Shen Yueji's apricot eyes were full of tears, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

From this angle, it can be seen that her originally red and swollen hands are also rotting fire orchids piece by piece, which is not as serious as Gu Yueyin's, but it still looks like it makes people feel numb.

Facing the arrival of Shen Yueji, the atmosphere in the hall, which was already extremely cold, was once again facing frost.

Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their heads.

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were as cold as a blade.

When she saw Shen Yueji's hands that were also festering and swollen, there was a fire in her dark eyes.

"Queen, even if my Shen family and your Gu family have always been at odds, you can't frame my family like this, right? My mother kindly gave you the only bottle of gyokuro ointment, just to heal the wound on your face, you said grateful, but behind your back, you ordered your maid to find a place to bury this gyokuro ointment, just to frame my mother! You are doing this, and now you are still biting back, isn't it just relying on the emperor's love for you? ”

"Dare to ask, how can you be worthy of my mother if you do this?"

Double Happiness spread out his palm, and the familiar porcelain vase once again reflected in everyone's eyes.

The difference is that this time the porcelain vase in her hand has less luster than before, and has a dull atmosphere, and if you look closely, you can also see a circle of soil on it.

Seeing the jade dew paste in Shuangxi's hand again, not only Mama Li and them, but even Gu Yueyin's face changed.

Shen Yueji knelt on the ground, letting the tears in the corners of her eyes slide down her pale cheeks one by one.

The tone was sobbing, holding back, gritting his teeth and holding back tears.