Qi Hui stretched out his hand, Xiang Xiang glanced at it, timidly handed his hand over, his hands folded, warm to each other, Qi Hui said: "From now on, I will always protect you." ”

Xiangxiang smiled and nodded vigorously, seeing that Qi Hui seemed to want to hug her, she leaned forward generously and collided directly with him. The warm mind she relied on during her illness can be relied on for the rest of her life, she likes Qi Hui, and she probably liked it at the first sight under the city gate.

Qi Hui hugged Xiangxiang's thin body, very distressed, but Xiangxiang took the initiative to come up and hug him, and he was pleasantly surprised, he never wanted to recall the fear of looking for Xiangxiang in the corpse pile that day, at that time he thought, if Xiangxiang is really dead, after burying her, he will carry a knife to Mingde Palace, what father, what emperor, he is just a debaucherous and cruel brute.

How could Xiang Xiang know that Qi Hui hated her to the extreme, for so many years, he had countless opportunities to assassinate the emperor, Pang Jun hinted at him several times, but Qi Hui never made a move, maybe he couldn't find a reason to "do the right thing for heaven", even though his mother was hurt so deeply, but his mother had a little attachment to the emperor in her heart, and Qi Hui didn't want her mother to bear the tragedy of her own son killing her father until that day.

"My body is well, I can leave whenever I want, don't delay you and my mother." After warming up, they calmed down a little with each other, and Xiangxiang talked about serious things, "Niangniang has something to pack, I can help, I'm really fine." ”

Qi Hui bowed, but asked Xiangxiang considerately: "Do you want to take one last look at Jingmei?" ”

Xiangxiang shook his head, there was reluctance in his eyes, but he understood the current situation in his heart, and said very firmly: "Am I not dead?" Then let's die, that was originally Jingshu's life, my own worries, why bother you, and why impose it on her. ”

Qi Hui said: "What you want to do, tell me, there is no trouble, I can do anything." ”

In the house, Concubine Xian couldn't see her son and Xiangxiang snuggling up to each other, but her ears were very sharp, and most of them could hear what the children were saying in the yard. She sat under the window and smiled slightly, but unconsciously tears slipped down, for fear that her son would see it and worry him, so she quickly wiped it away.

She was also young, she was also loved, she was the proudest daughter of the Mu family, the most virtuous concubine, and shouldered the prosperity of the entire family.

But overnight, the emperor's love and grace disappeared, like a dream, and in retrospect, it will make Concubine Xian break out in a cold sweat. She is even more sad, where did the people of the Mu family go, why did they leave their daughter?

Not long after, Qi Hui and Xiangxiang came in hand in hand, they didn't mention the promise of each other, and it was time to slowly explain to their mother when they left the palace. As for when to leave the palace, Qi Hui said that he had to discuss with Shifeng to ensure that the old emperor would not send someone to chase after their mother and son, and he could not take his mother and Xiangxiang on the road of escape.

At this moment, Sun Zhaoyi in Furong Ju has just left, and Sun Zhaoyi is already very impatient with Jing Shu who has never done anything with the prince, and Furong Ju has died one after another, and the emperor is a little disgusted, and if this continues, Jing Shu will no longer be of use to Sun Zhaoyi.

Jingshu didn't seem to have eased up, when Yuping died, she was only slightly shocked in her heart, Xiangxiang was so wrapped and thrown out, so that she lost her soul, a few days passed, and the mass grave didn't know how many fires were put in the grave, and Xiangxiang couldn't be saved.

"Beauty." A palace maid entered the door, bowed down and said, "Xiangxiang's things are all packed, how do you deal with them?" ”