Chapter 11: Ice and Snow Condensation

Su Mi's gaze also turned, looking at the small red box.

She suddenly felt a little stinging in her eyes.

Evasive, she turned her gaze to the side, where the window grilles carved with fairy flying motifs were adorned with intricate twig patterns. Su Mi vaguely remembered that on this window, there was a night pearl given by Qi Long. At this time, I don't know which Liao army's pocket it fell into, and there was only a hollow gap left, but the dark twilight of the window was reflected by the snow and entered the hall, and the white light was diffused in this blurred twilight, and the light and shadow were intertwined and scattered, making people feel like the bright night pearl was still inlaid there.

Illuminated by this blurry light, Su Mi only felt that she was having a nightmare.

Shi Rouer was also looking at the half-covered window, and she sighed softly: "I just want to live, why is it so difficult?" The voice was indifferent and cold, desperate and confused, like this shattered white light.

Su Mi was also at a loss, she didn't know how to answer, so she could only respond with silence.

I don't know how long it took, the hall became darker and darker, looking out of the window, it was the sunset that finally put away the last rays of light, and three or five stars were faintly visible in the sky.

Shi Rou'er's gaze slowly returned to clarity, and then said, "Since that's the case, let me be the first." ”

She stood up and approached Xiao Luzi.

Su Mi didn't move, but Xiao Luzi couldn't help but take a step back. Then he thought that something was wrong, and stood firm again.

Shi Rou'er stretched out her hand, her hand was no longer slender and white, smooth as jade, but because of the cold, there was a faint layer of cyan floating on the white crystal skin, more like a jade carving.

Fingers delicately hook the latch. The box was opened.

Inside are neatly arranged rows of delicate white porcelain vials.

Shi Rouer seemed to be carefully selecting her beloved rouge jewelry, scanning the box with a critical gaze. Then pick up a bottle of it.

Without rushing to open the bottle, she strolled to Su Mi, who was standing still.

"I can't understand why you won in the end, but you won it well and completely. ”

Su Mi sighed lightly, "I'm just a little more lucky than you." ”

Shi Rou'er's eyes drooped, her eyelashes were like withered butterfly wings, and she trembled lightly a few times. She looked up and asked, "Luck." Her voice sighed softly as if she were singing. Then, no longer looking at Su Mi, he turned around and walked back to the bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to caress the dark red brocade futon, as if he was caressing the most cherished treasure and the most beloved lover.

She suddenly turned her head, looked at Su Mi, and smiled. Xue Ningsu's skin did not apply any fat powder, but it rose charmingly, and she said word by word: "I only ask you, that night, was it you." It's not your hands and feet. ”

Her gaze was bright and scary.

Su Mi's gaze fell on the bright red futon under her, on which the pattern of gold thread could be seen. She vaguely remembered that on that night, the bed was also so messy, and it was also so dazzling.

Her mind drifted farther away, and she vaguely remembered that in the distant time, there was another place, and a room, which had been so messy and glaring. A red color of desire and despair permeated the futon sprinkled with heavy spices......

"It's me. She bowed her head. He didn't shy away from looking directly into her sharp gaze.

Shi Rou'er's gaze was indescribably complicated, but what finally appeared on her face was an expression like relief. She jerked open the jade bottle. Holding the white bottle to her mouth, she raised her head, her long black hair flowing down her neck with intense movements, shimmering with a watery sheen, as deep and deep as night.

Su Mi faintly heard the sound of something cracking.

Then Shi Rou'er smiled indifferently and desperately, threw aside the empty jade bottle in her hand, looked at Su Mi, and said, "I know, you can go out." ”

Su Mi glanced at the jade bottle that had rolled to her feet, it was already empty.

She turned her head and walked out. She knew she didn't want to watch her last scene, she didn't want to die in her eyes.

Just as she walked in front of the screen, suddenly a chuckle came from behind her, and a strange voice sounded: "You know what? The emperor has actually been here. Just a few days before you return to the palace. I told him ......"

Su Mi's body trembled, and she couldn't help but turn around.

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a violent cough. Through the translucent screen, she saw bright red blood coming out of her mouth, flowing on her white jaw, dripping onto the bright red futon, which was even brighter than the color of the futon.

Su Mi couldn't stand it anymore. She stumbled out of the main hall, fleeing the death-filled place as if she were running away.

In the sky, the stars were hidden, and even the rising moon was dim.

Xiao Luzi was left behind by her, and he was still holding the crimson box, waiting in a panic to subdue the concubines who refused to die one by one with the help of the guard eunuchs, and then poured these deadly poisons into their mouths, and gave them the last "grace" of the royal family.

I just want to survive, I just want to survive, why is it so hard?

Su Mi stumbled forward, like a wounded migratory bird, struggling to get out of this cold and desperate place.

In the distance, the death-threatening screams, struggles, and angry scolding of the concubines continued...... The sound of despair kept coming to her ears. There seemed to be a bottomless abyss behind her, and countless hands stretched out from it, grabbing her to the ground, trying to pull her down and fall into it. This fear made her panic and forced her to keep running forward.

The weather was surprisingly cold, but she felt that her heat was about to burn, burning into a helpless cloud of ashes, with the howling wind, with the flying snow, scattered in the long winter day, there was no trace.

In the vast chaos, Su Mi threw himself on the edge of Qionghua Garden, and was about to fall into the cold snow.

Suddenly, a hand behind her grabbed her arm and pulled her back to prevent her from falling into the snow.

She looked up in confusion and saw the familiar eyes with concern.

The power gradually returned to her with reality. She struggled a little, wrenching free from his grasp.

Then she held on to a rough tree and barely managed to stand still.

For the first time, she felt that the air outside was so fresh, and forcibly suppressed the feeling of nausea and vomiting, she turned weakly and leaned against the tree. Closing her eyes, she asked softly, "Why are you here?" ”

"I ...... I'm here to make the rounds. He said.

Only then did she remember that he had just been appointed as the commander of the guards, and he was a palace guard again, as if she was a palace concubine again.

Faintly, the screams in the distance were slowly weakening, and finally they were inaudible.

They were all dead, aware of this cruel reality, and something was surging at the same moment, as if it was going to annihilate her, suffocating her.

Around, the cold snow has covered a thick layer.

Why is there so much snow this winter, and why is there always another snow after one snow.

She felt like she was going to fall powerlessly. But a pair of hands held her up, so that her weakened body did not fall to the ground.

She didn't even open her eyes, but suddenly she reached out and hugged him with her backhand, and hugged him as hard as he had hugged her.

Then she felt herself fall into a warm embrace.

Why does he always appear when she is most embarrassed, in her most embarrassing place, and always when she is most in crisis, and where she needs it most.

"Don't speak. She muttered softly.

She was shaking hot and cold. The weather was so cold that she had to lose even the feeling of cold. In the cold of this day and place, she can only hug the person in front of her, and only this warmth remains by her side. As if coveting the last shred of warmth, she immersed herself in his arms with desperate helplessness.

Snowflakes slipped down the side of her hair like spring petals, fluttering around her side, graceful and melodious, lingering and melancholy.

He didn't speak, just hugged her in his arms, as if with all his strength and cherishment, he held her tightly into his arms.

The snowflakes on the horizon gradually grew larger, falling down in a fluttering manner, slowly covering the shoulders of the two of them. There was a crystal frost condensation between his eyebrows, but he didn't realize it.

The rising stars are obscured by dark clouds, and the bustling palaces and pavilions seem to be transformed into endless grasslands.

The colors of this winter look so cold, without a trace of light.

Monthly pass, monthly pass, smiling and smiling. . .

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