Su Kui propped up his body sleepily, looked at the room that looked a little drowsy because of the closed flower window, and asked, "Has the letter to Xuan Ge been delivered?" ”

Seven days ago, she had written a letter, the handwriting on the letter was written with a special potion, no special method, even if the information on it was intercepted by others, there was no indication that there was anything wrong with it.

At the end of the letter, there was only one extremely short line of text, "The emperor is seriously ill, come back quickly!" ”

The letter was sent out that night, she naturally didn't have that much ability in the deep palace, but the resources left to her by Jingliu Kite's father, Wang Jingning, could definitely ensure that she could do whatever she wanted in the deep palace, and had the ability to control the world outside the palace.

When asked about the matter, Honglian's face turned pale, and she immediately glanced at Yingluo with her head sideways, and after seeing that she was going out to guard with understanding, ensuring that no villain would eavesdrop, she leaned into Su Kui's ear and whispered: "His Royal Highness the Ninth has received the news, and now he should be on his way back!" ”

When she spoke, Honglian's eyes were undisguised with surprise and admiration, she could be said to be looking at the two of them who were helpless and cold-eyed in the deep palace step by step, who would have thought that one day, the little wolf cub who was wary of people that day would also wear a god's robe and sit in the highest position in this world?

Hearing Honglian's words, Su Kui's frowning brows did not loosen, but wrinkled even tighter, she rubbed her swollen temples, and sighed tiredly, "There may be changes in the palace, I hope he can rush back as soon as possible......"

There was a lot of worry in the words.

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However, that night, something happened suddenly!

Su Kui's worries are not unfounded, she has always been restless in the past two days, and she often wakes up at night due to heart palpitations. Tonight, I dreamed that Nan Xuange failed to seize the heir, was pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows and died, and her fate returned to the beginning, marrying Bei Mo and relatives, being brutally cut off limbs, being a human being, unable to survive, unable to die.

When I woke up sweating profusely that night, my chest was uncomfortable, and I no longer felt sleepy.

"Red Lotus."

She called out and wanted the vigil Red Lotus to pour her a glass of water to moisten her throat, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Su Kui didn't like the breath of others, except for the palace maids Yingluo and Red Lotus, who usually served, the other palace people were not summoned, and they were absolutely forbidden to set foot in the palace. Red Lotus is the most clever on weekdays, but why didn't she react today?

Her heart was beating rapidly, and she lifted the quilt and got up, wrapped a cloak at random, and stepped out quickly.

She was uneasy and had to find out. She firmly believes that the nightmare that is definitely not beautiful is definitely not for no reason.

As soon as he stepped out of the temple door, he was hit by a hurried figure, Su Kui was vigorously impacted, and suddenly staggered backwards, and his back hit the corner of the table, and he couldn't stand up in pain.

Honglian never expected that Su Kui would wake up in the middle of the night, and she was unusually impatient. But at this moment, it was obviously too late to think about this, seeing Su Kui's little face pale in pain, she secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly dodged to support her, "Princess, are you okay?" Do you want to call a doctor? It's all slaves and maids, damn ......"

The rest of the words were interrupted by Su Kui raising her hand, her eyes were locked tightly on Honglian's arm tied with a white cloth, her eyelids jumped violently, and her heart sank suddenly, she finally knew where that unexplained palpitation came from-

She pursed her lips, calm and composed, "When did you die?" ”

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