The night wind in early spring was biting, and Yang Qiqi, who was wrapped in a mat, was shivering from the cold, but she didn't dare to move. She had just experienced another life and death, and she was so scared at the moment when she was wrapped in the cold water of the lake. If it weren't for the clever pretending to be dead, she would have been a cold corpse now.

Yang Qiqi was a little confused in her mind now, because she heard what Ning Cairen and Yingchun said.

Could it be that Concubine Li knows everything? Because she and Wen Yaojia have a relationship with the Wen family, what did Li Guifei find out before she was killed?

Yang Qiqi never thought about what the Wen family or even the rebellion of the Three Kings had to do with Concubine Li Guifei before. It's just that in her last life, I heard Wen Yaojia say some of her doubts. But now she feels that from the death of her mother to the appearance of Concubine Jingxian in Nagano, the curtain of conspiracy seems to have been quietly lifted.

Yang Qiqi desperately wants to live, she must live.

But right now, she is a little desperate.

Can Wen Yaojia find herself? Or can Princess Tong'an and the Queen Mother find out that this is a bureau?

For the first time, Yang Qiqi clearly felt her insignificance, she was too weak, so weak that she couldn't change anything. Even if she knew many things in her previous life, she didn't have the ability to change the status quo. She can't even grasp her own life and death.

After an unknown amount of time, she could feel the plank beneath her suddenly move. Then, something, fell on her face. Through the gap in the mat, Yang Qiqi saw a miserable white hand. She didn't dare to come out, and lay there with her corpse upright.

Yang Qiqi held his breath, his heart filled with a confused fear. She counted silently in her heart, wanting to use this method to calm herself a little.

When the count reached one thousand and three, the speed of the planks suddenly increased, and it began to jolt a little. Another corpse, lying side by side with her, suddenly fell towards her because of the jolt.

Yang Qiqi immediately smelled the sour smell, so he could only close his eyes and hold his breath. She was pounding in her heart, clenching her teeth until the roots of her teeth were sore and the planks were slanting to the ground. Yang Qiqi was dumped from the car as if he had been thrown garbage. The top three corpses fell on her body one after another, and her little stomach that had just been kicked hurt again.

Immediately after, the sound of wheels pressing against the snow was heard. The voice grew farther and farther away, and then fell silent. Occasionally, the crow cries across the sky, making the surrounding silence even more terrifying.

Yang Qiqi guessed that he might have been "thrown" out of the palace. She should be in the funeral post outside the palace now.

She struggled to crawl out of the pile of dead people and staggered to her feet.

The sky gradually brightened, and Yang Qiqi saw that he was in the middle of several lonely graves. In the distance, a blue fire flickered, shaking strangely in the air. Yang Qiqi felt cold in his heart and ran desperately to the other side.

It's more like a brisk walk. She felt that her little stomach must have been kicked, and she was a little unstrained at this moment. She walked and ran like this, and when the sky gradually glowed with golden sunlight, she finally ran to the official road.

The clothes on Yang Qiqi's body were dirty, and there were blood stains in several places. It looks like it's going to be so embarrassed, how embarrassed it is. She clutched her stomach, feeling cold and uncomfortable, unable to lift her strength.

At this time, a horse-drawn carriage was driving in the distance. The coachman and the child who were driving were so sleepy that they were napping, and when they saw the rickety Yang Qiqi, it was too late to pull the carriage.

But hearing the sound of "bang", the wheel of the carriage hit Yang Qiqi's shoulder heavily, and immediately knocked Yang Qiqi out of Zhangxu.

Yang Qiqi's consciousness gradually sank, but she clearly felt that she couldn't die, she had to live.

In a hazy light, she saw a person dressed in brocade and light fur appear in front of her. She had a wound on her face and a bruise on the corner of her mouth. A pair of big clear black eyes, looking at that person softly, with a desire for life, struggled to crawl towards him, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Help me, please save me." She didn't finish her sentence and fainted.

Almost at the same time, Ning Cairen hanged himself in the Acacia Palace.

Xiang Lu, who was beside the queen, found out that it was Ning Cairen who bought off the guards and killed Xiao Qi. But because of Ning Cairen's self-hanging, this matter came to an abrupt end.

This public case is simply inexplicable.

Three days later, Murong Zhao returned to the palace with the holy car, and as soon as he entered the Yimen of the Wude Palace, he saw Wen Yaojia and Lu E kneeling in front of the hall. The eyes of the two people were swollen like walnuts, and when they saw Murong Zhao, they began to cry again.

Murong Zhao wondered in his heart, and approached with a smile: "I know that you two are thinking about me, I'm not coming back!" ”

Lu E couldn't hold back, and cried bitterly: "Your Highness, Xiao Qi is gone!" ”

Murong Zhao didn't hear clearly, and asked her, "What's wrong with Xiao Qi?" ”

Lu E said: "Your Highness, Xiao Qi is dead!" On the second day of February, he was shot by the guards at the Shenwu Gate! ”

Murong Zhao's mind was buzzing, and his eyes suddenly went dark, and he staggered two steps. If An Liang hadn't helped him in time, he would have almost sat on the ground.

Ruyi's eyes flashed with a trace of panic and fear, and he immediately scolded the two of them and said: "Your Highness has just returned to the palace, and you are tired all the way, you have to tell Your Highness such a thing at this time!" ”

Wen Yaojia cried and walked forward on her knees, and said, "Your Highness, you kill me, blame me, blame me for not protecting Xiao Qi!" ”

Murong Zhao's mind was blank, and he couldn't say a word. After a while, his hands trembled slightly, trembling and An Liang said: "Go, go, let's go to the Baifu Hall and see ......"

Lu E cried sadly: "Your Highness, it's true, Xiao Qi is gone, Xiao Qi is gone." ”

Murong Zhao screamed, and a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth and fell straight down.

Ruyi didn't expect Xiao Qi to die, and he would hit Murong Zhao so hard. Her heart was boiling, her eyes were full of anger, and she pointed at Lu E and Wen Yaojia and scolded: "If Your Highness has any three long and two short, then where Xiao Qi went, I will send you two together!" ”

Lu'e was so frightened that she didn't dare to cry anymore, and wanted to lead Wen Yaojia to make way for the two. Ruyi looked at the two of them viciously and said, "Since you love to kneel, just kneel here and don't get up!" If Your Highness does not wake up, you will kneel until you die! ”

Lu E and Wen Yaojia didn't dare to come out, kneeling in the courtyard of the Wude Palace, crying silently. It wasn't until Joaneth came back and asked what was going on that the two of them got up.

Murong Zhao vomited blood because he was in a hurry, and he woke up after a while. He opened his eyes and remembered that Yang Qiqi was dead, and immediately howled and cried bitterly, "Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, I can't live with you, I really shouldn't have taken you into the palace!" I can't save you, let alone protect you, I'm really a useless person! ”

Murong Zhao cried for more than an hour, and he couldn't stop.

Ruyi was frightened, but he didn't dare to spread it.

Murong Zhao struggled to get up and stumbled to the room where Xiao Qi lived. Sitting straight on Xiao Qichang's bed, he cried vigorously. No matter who persuades, he will not leave.

By the end of the night, Murong Zhao's tears had dried up, and his dull eyes were a little boring. He hoarsely raised his voice and asked An Liang to find Wen Yaojia.

When Wen Yaojia entered the room, she knelt on the ground with a puff, and cried and said to Murong Zhao: "Your Highness, I know what the reason is. I know what Xiao Qi died for! ”

Murong Zhao wept silently, and said hoarsely, "What do you know? ”

Wen Yaojia sobbed and said, "Your Highness, the slave's surname is Wen, and her name is Yaojia." It was the first year of Yonghui, and it was confiscated into the palace because of the rebellion of the three kings. My mother, Zhu, and Concubine Jingxian are both from the Zhu family and are a pair of sisters. Counting, His Highness is the cousin of the slave! Back then, the slave maid and her sister entered the court together, and my sister Wen Yaoai was five years older than me and was already sensible. Soon after entering the palace, my sister was persecuted. Because of the court order at that time and the relationship between the virtuous and noble concubines, I barely left a life. I guess Ning Cairen knew that I was a descendant of the Wen family and wanted to harm me! But Xiaoqi sister saw that Ning Cairen was murderous, stopped Yingchun, and let me run away. At that time, if I had been faster, if I had ......" Wen Yaojia said and couldn't cry anymore.

Murong Zhao was extremely shocked when he heard Wen Yaojia's life experience, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

In the entire inner hall, only Wen Yaojia's mournful cry remained.

Seeing that Murong Zhao was silent, Wen Yaojia said timidly, "I am from the Wen family, and there are people in the palace who know and want to kill me." Your Highness, I, I can't live anymore. You, if you are sad, take me to Xiao Qi's life! I also hate to go with Little Seventh Sister. But I have the grievances of the Zhu family and the Wen family on my body, if I go, please Your Highness, you must be good and rehabilitate our Wen family and the Zhu family! ”

After a long time, Murong Zhao let out a long sigh and said, "You are not only my mother's niece, but also my cousin. You can't get Xiao Qi back when you die. I can't keep Xiao Qi, I can't even keep you. If something happens to you, won't Xiao Qi die in vain! ”

Wen Yaojia flashed with tears and nodded silently. Murong Zhao didn't ask anything more, only told Wen Yaojia not to leave the Wude Hall casually in the future.

Wen Yaojia responded one by one, and Murong Zhao waved his hand at her. When Wen Yaojia left, only Murong Zhao was left in the house. He barely stood up and walked to the window and pushed it open.

The cold wind whined into the window, and it was cloudy outside, and there were no stars or moons. The tears in his eyes burst out of his eyes again.

No wonder Xiao Qi said that the palace is the most sinister place in the world, and he regretted not doing it at the beginning.

After that, Murong Zhao suffered from a serious illness, which was menacing. In mid-February, I couldn't even sit up, and this illness was so serious that I missed the anniversary sacrifice for Jingxian and Guifei. Only on that day, he sat in the Sanqing Hall in the palace with his sick body for a day to show his mourning.

Murong Zhao did not leave the palace, and Concubine Li's plan was in vain.

The eleventh prince was seriously ill, the thirteenth prince was grounded, and the eldest princess of Tong'an was always sullen. The Queen Mother was taboo and lost two lives in a row just after the first month, and before the Qingming Festival, she did three or two rituals one after another.

In the spring of the tenth year of Yonghui, Taiji Palace seemed to have become lifeless because of the death of a little palace maid.