The palace in the middle of the night is always covered with a layer of haze, the atmosphere of the Chengqian Palace is solemn, the emperor is still in a coma, the queen mother as a mother even if she doesn't want to see it, but she thinks of making enough face, so she has a guard in the Chengqian Palace. Night.

The punishment of scrubbing is to wash the body with an iron brush, and the wisps of flesh and blood are separated from the body, Nan Xuebai seems to have dreamed, the wails of the people around her are terrible, and the jailer stands in front of her with a tool expressionless.

"The Queen Mother told the good life to serve you, if you have grievances, don't find a small one, there is a debtor and a master." The brush stained with the flesh and blood of the previous person lay across Nan Xuebai's gaze, and she closed her eyes in despair.

It was dawn, and a ray of sunlight shone through the small window on Nan Xuebai's face, and her body hung softly on the wooden frame.

The brush touched her skin, and the jailer's hand strained.

I wanted to scrub the flesh hard, but I was kicked away, and the brush rolled out of the way. Feeling that someone was untying his wrist again, Nan Xuebai was dazed and lowered his eyebrows, and only saw the feet of five people.

Is it here to save her?

Her clothes were torn, Nan Xuebai was casually discarded on the ground, and several people tore her clothes very quickly, but in a blink of an eye, she was no longer clothed. Nan Xuebai opened her lips, but she couldn't say a word.

What did she do wrong? Why is it being treated like this?

Her face was calm but she couldn't hide her despair, she chuckled, she thought about doing it if she died, but now she felt that she couldn't die, she couldn't die.

Didn't make those damned people pay, didn't let those damn people crouch at their feet, how can they not die!

Several people untied their clothes in unison, looked at each other and smiled, stretched out their hands to subdue the struggling Nan Xuebai. Did anyone come to her rescue? Is there anyone to save her?

With a bang, Nan Xuebai only saw a tall and slender figure for the last time, standing against the light and giving her a back.

The corners of Wan Qiao's eyebrows, eyes and lips were dyed with a smile, and his thin lips were mixed with evil charms. The five of them glanced at each other, they had to get rid of Nan Xuebai if they had their lives, but how could they provoke Wan Qi. The line of sight couldn't help but fall to a corner of the wall, and Wan Qi noticed it and looked at it, only to see a corner of the moon-white clothes.

A moment ago, Xiahou Zhan hid in the dark, and the corners of his lips hooked up a feminine smile, Xiahou Xiu, I said that I would definitely destroy everything you care about. "I'll leave this woman to you for the time being, if she dies, it's just you, if she doesn't die, it's you."

Handsome and beautiful face is like Satan, and the words spoken are also feminine and feminine. Several big men kneeling beside him had a chill on their backs and took the order.

At this time, Xiahou Zhan secretly gritted his teeth, Wan Qi, dared to come to bad his good deeds, he was really bold.

Wan Qi's thin lips opened lightly, "Our lady's snow muscle, how can you people touch it?" But since you touched it, you left those hands, do you let our family do it yourself, or do you do it yourself? ”

The cruelty of Wan Qi's methods was known to everyone present, and everyone knelt on the ground trembling, but the horizontal is also dead, and it is better to fight him, anyway, Wan Qi came alone.

As he spoke, Wan Qian had already bowed down and held Nan Xuebai in his arms, his movements were not gentle, and he was very careful to avoid the injury.

After a few people made eye contact, they attacked Wan Qian, and the soft-soled black boots kicked a person away, and several figures with neat movements flew over, several people had been beaten to the ground, and the person in his arms was in pain, he finally wrung his brows and did not want to fight, these people have time to clean up.

But there are always people who are in a hurry to find death, no, the bearded man set the point of attack on Nan Xuebai, the tip of the knife was close to Nan Xuebai, Wan Qian turned his body and the tip of the knife brushed his arm, a lazy smile spread from the corner of his lips, but his eyebrows and eyes contained murderous intent.

"Look for death!" As he spoke, he jumped backwards, the soles of his shoes hit the top of the man's head steadily, and his beard slammed to the ground, and before he could recover, the black brocade boots had stepped on his head.

With a force under his feet, his eyes were bloodshot, and in the end it was bleeding from the seven orifices, I don't know where the blood splashed on Wan Qiao's boots and clothes, Wan Qian withdrew his feet in disgust and simply tore off the blood-stained robe with one hand, so he hated fighting the most!

Some people's blood is happy to be stained, and some people's eyes are dirty just by looking at him.

Most of the methods he used to torture people were bloodless.

The meaningful gaze fell on a certain corner, and I don't know when Xiahou Xiu was already standing in the bright place, and the two looked at each other from a distance. Wan Qian sneered and left him a back.

Out of the prison here, Nan Xuebai didn't know where he got the strength, but he stretched out his hand and grabbed Wan Qiao's clothes, but he lowered his eyes but was stunned in place. There were two lines of tear stains on Nan Xuebai's dirty face, crying against his heart.

Her eyes seemed to be clear and hazy, and there was a sense of emotion and gratitude when she stared at him. She was scared, after all, she had experienced so many things overnight, and if she wasn't scared, she really had a ghost.

To put it bluntly, Nan Xuebai is just a woman.

There was joy in her cry after escaping death, but also fear, she was still afraid of death after all.

Wan Qi felt that he was sick, how could he hear so many emotions with a cry?

"Wan Qi, I hurt." The low voice seemed to be a whisper between lovers.

In a trance, Wan Qian seemed to see a certain teenager many years ago, coquettish to the person closest to him, "Mother, I hurt." ”

The softness that I don't want to be touched in my heart is the most. The soft ground was touched, and he was stunned for a moment. Unconsciously tightened his arms, and after Wan Qian came back to his senses, he wrinkled his nose with some disgust, "Why haven't you fainted yet?" ”

Then he directly clicked on her sleeping hole, raised his steps and walked to the deep palace. Their figures in the high palace walls were pulled farther and farther away, and they became smaller and smaller.

Nan Xuebai had a dream, one day her other companion stepped on thousands of lights, walked to her side and hugged her tightly, as if holding the whole world. And she listened to his heartbeat in his arms.

Yongshou Palace, the Queen Mother will rest Mama Li and tell King Zhan that she is coming, and she rubbed her temples a little tiredly, and then walked to the main hall Xiahou Zhan stepped forward to hug her.

"Queen Mother, I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm really upset."

"Oh?"

"When Fang Cai Zhan'er was in the prison to solve Nan Xuebai, he ran out to get in the way and rescued people."

The Queen Mother wrinkled her eyebrows and her eyes crossed, "It seems that the mourning family has been placed by Wan Qi again." Nan Xue Bai is afraid that it will become an obstacle in the future, and it will be used by Wan Qian, otherwise, how could Wan Qian be a mere palace maid and openly tear his face with the mourning family? ”

Xiahou Zhan is also smart, "In this way, Wan Qian deliberately designed Nan Xuebai to suffer this catastrophe, in order to let Nan Xuebai know that if he tolerated it, there was only a dead end, but Zhan'er didn't understand, how much storm can a palace maid set off?" ”

If you talk about the old treacherous and cunning, the Queen Mother is afraid that no one will object, so she chuckled a few times, "The more inconspicuous it is, the more deadly it is, don't forget, Zhan'er also wanted to use her for her own use." Wan Qian is the temperament of the palace maid, and the person who has the grace to repay is the easiest to control. I'm afraid that in the future, even if Nan Xuebai doesn't obey Wan Qi's words, he will be grateful, Nan Xuebai has the emperor's favor, and the emperor can't move now, if Wan Qian joins forces with the emperor, I am afraid there will be no peaceful days in the future. ”

"Come to think of it, Wan Qian regarded Nan Xuebai as the person who prophesied in that mouth."

Thinking of the prophecy, Xiahou Zhan was stunned.