I had a dream, in the dream Shen Qianxun was still a girl, I dreamed that she didn't meet Duan Xuan, didn't enter the palace, didn't lose her parents, everything was still the original appearance, simple and beautiful.

I dreamed that she was crowned with a phoenix and was lifted by the man who loved her deeply.

I dreamed that she was entangled with the man's lips and teeth, gentle and delicate, like all cardamom maidens have dreamed in their boudoir building.

A tear ran down the corner of my eye and fell into the palm of a person's palm, whose skin was smooth and well-lined, and the tears in my palm instantly spread along the texture of the palm.

I heard a call, deep and profound.

"Qingtong, wake up."

Who's calling me? I just frowned when I wanted to open my eyelids, my headset was cracking, and my whole body was hot.

I could feel the carriage jolting, and I could hear some humble polite words from the coachman to the guards as he was leaving the palace, and I could feel the noise of the carriage entering the market after leaving the palace, and the people talking about a female corpse hanging from the walls of the palace.

Doe?

I opened my eyes suddenly, and the bloodshot eyes had not gone away, and my eyes were shockingly red with anger.

"Hitomi." Another gentle call, I looked at Si Qing's tired face beside me with a faint smile.

I ignored him, I bred my arms and tried to sit up, but the force of my arm caused the wound in my shoulder blade to contract violently, and I lay down again

Si Qing looked at me in pain and wanted to reach out to help me, but I pushed it away with my backhand, and I struggled to sit up again, lifting the curtain on the side of the carriage to look outside.

"Oh, look at this demon, she is finally dead, I heard that she was hung on this city wall by the emperor himself, what a sin."

The people outside the carriage all looked up to the back, and there was a lot of discussion, some with a sneer on their faces, some with a hint of sympathy on their faces, and some with a little spit on their faces.

I turned my head to the back of the carriage, and I looked at the curtain that blocked the small window behind the carriage, but I didn't have the courage to lift it.

When I was mentally prepared and courageous enough to open the curtain, I still couldn't hold back the menacing tears.

She was hung naked from the city walls, with the stains and scars of the insult and ravage, and she was strangled.

How can you be so ruthless?

I looked at Duan Xuan standing in the city, he still had the same expression as when he was in the cold palace, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, my hand holding the curtain clenched a little more, and the anger on my brow surged up again, and I trembled but was helpless.

Si Qing looked at me from the side, there seemed to be ten thousand emotions circulating in his eyes, and at the same time, there was something circulating, drifting, spinning, and rising in the bead in his arms, and then, the inside of the bead exploded to form the shape of a flower, which was covered with silvery-white light, as cold as the first quarter moon.

He forcibly lowered the curtain, then took my wrist and looked at me steadily.

"Qing Tong, don't look any further."

I looked at him, then shook off his hand with a blank face, his gaze cold like a blade about to be unsheathed.

"Why didn't you save her."

"You know she's in danger, why don't you save her!"

"She can obviously not die so miserably, why don't you save her!"

The more I spoke, the more agitated I became, and the wound in my shoulder blade reopened in my rage, staining a little scarlet.

Si Qing watched my wound open again, and wanted to go up to check but was pushed away by me, and while pushing him away, my body fell backwards violently.

A pair of extremely cold hands grabbed me and led me to his arms, which had a faint fragrance but were also mixed with a little fishy smell at this time.

I tried to break free of him, but he trapped me harder and harder.

"You let go of me!" I struggled, I pounded his back, and I kept tugging at him.

"Si Qing, the thing I regret the most in my life is to meet you! Meet you who are so unkind! ”

"I ......"

Just as I was struggling like crazy, I suddenly felt a sticky hand.

It was blood, a lot of blood, pouring out of Si Qing's back, and it was only then that I noticed Si Qing's pale face and voice that had barely supported it.

"You, you're hurt?"

I asked in a hoarse voice, my voice trembling a little.

And he saw that I was not struggling and going crazy, as if he was relieved, he suddenly relaxed the strength of his whole body, and then hugged me, his voice weak but still with a smile.

"Qing Tong, don't hurt yourself next time you're angry, I'll be distressed."

With that, he lost his strength and hung his head on my shoulder.