The green leaves under the corridor drooped down, the sparse flower branches came out horizontally, and fell on the palace bricks to leave a layered and winding shadow, and the shadows of the flowers in the distance were endless, and a hazy figure walked towards her.

Pulling her by the sleeve, the man led her forward. In front of her was the splendid palace, and she followed the man all the way into a familiar hall.

The sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra was great, and everyone toasted together. After thirty years of drinking, suddenly, the woman next to her covered her chest, bleeding from her mouth and nose.

She heard her panicked voice: "Mother! ”

The people around her coldly pushed herself away, and she turned around: "Jing Shuo, don't go!" ”

However, it was an indifferent eye - it was Qu Ninghao.

The rain was pouring down, and he coldly kicked away her who was kneeling and begging for mercy: "You hurt my mother, I will marry Song Qingyi tomorrow, and I will break off my righteousness from now on." ”

Ning Hao, Ning Hao......

She shouted in her dream: It's not me, I'm not poisoned!

She woke up crying and struggling, and it turned out to be a nightmare.

The waning moon outside the window was like a hook, the candles in the room were lit, and her hand was warmly held by Bai Jingshuo.

His handsome face was faintly filled with a layer of anger, and his heart sank to the bottom because of her murmur just now.

Seeing that she was awake, he let go of her hand and turned away coldly.

Liu Xinzi was in a daze, didn't notice his movements, suddenly remembered something for a long time, and hurriedly said: "Concubine Rou ......"

"Dead." Bai Jingxuan spoke indifferently.

Liu Xinzi was startled, and felt sad for a while. Concubine Rou is dead...... She has been submissive and humble on the surface all her life, but she is so vicious on the inside. She kept saying that she was for Qu Ninghao, but she didn't know what Qu Ninghao wanted at all.

"She died, Qu Ninghao must be very sad."

She had just woken up from her dream, so immersed in the past that she didn't want to talk much now, and she didn't notice the anger of the man next to her who was about to lose his breath.

"Willow Heart Purple." Bai Jingshuo looked at her so lost and depressed, raised her voice, and her tone was very serious, "He is sad and sad, what does it have to do with you?!" Jian Heng took you out of the palace, why did you have to run back? Have you ever considered me? You kept shouting Qu Ninghao in your dreams, what you care about in the end is that he is still me! ”

Liu Xinzi looked at Bai Jingxuan in surprise.

Now she has just woken up from a coma, her body is weak, and he actually eats flying vinegar at this time.

In normal times, he would not be so harsh, and she would not be so cold and detached. At this time, both of them had their own hearts and minds, and each other was a little out of control.

"What the hell do you want to say, Bai Jingxuan, you are only allowed to have one princess and another princess on your left, can't I call other people's names in my dreams!" Liu Xinzi was irritable in her heart, and some words blurted out like this.

Bai Jingshuo was choked when he heard the words, sneered again and again, opened the door and left without looking back.

Liu Xinzi sat and was stunned for a while.

Her heart became more and more blocked, and she couldn't help crying.

She sobbed, Concubine Rou died, and she finally found out everything before she died.

The poisonous wine is not Song Qingyi, not Qu Chengyu, not Liu Xinrou - it was Concubine Rou who poisoned herself.

The women in this palace only have competition for favor and promotion in their minds, and they have lost their humanity, their children are just tools for their own favor, and sisters are the stepping stones for promotion.

Against the biting cold wind, Bai Jingxuan kept going all the way, and walked straight to the study, the study was brightly lit, and a few figures could be faintly seen.

He paused. The pain in his heart was like a sharp blade, slowly cutting his chest in half, he suddenly coughed violently, leaned down and covered his mouth tightly with his hands, but the dark red blood still trickled down from his fingers and dripped into the grass.

After a long time, he straightened up, and though the pain in his chest was like a knife, he still coughed, but he never bent down again.