"If I refuse to turn around, will I fall into hell and die?" Even the exhaled breath was cold: "I was afraid of death all my life, but now I feel that there is nothing more joyful than death......"

"Girl......"

"Unless...... Unless he said to me......" At this point, I felt like my heart was about to burst.

She broke free from Wu Liuqi, let him call from behind, and ran into the depths of the forest without looking back.

There is no fire, no noise, only black, endless black.

It was as if she had run into a dream, with no direction and no place to follow, and she wanted to escape from the unseen horrors that were chasing her, but they seeped into the darkness, and they followed her, looking and laughing fiercely, and would jump out and grab her at any moment......

"Let go of me, let go of me, I don't want to go back, I won't go back......"

In the darkness, a hand grabbed her strongly.

Furious, he bit down hard.

The man snorted, but instead of letting go, he hugged her.

"Let go of me, let go of my ......"

"Jinling, it's my ......"

A slightly hoarse voice trembled in her ears, and it easily crushed her madness.

She looked up in disbelief......

It's still black that can't be dissolved, but I am in a faint white, with a faint sweet fragrance, and what flickers in the dark is a pair of eyes......

"Why are you here?"

The tumbling sorrow just poured out, grievances, anger, fear...... The overlapping surge drowned the hearts of the two people.

"It's okay, I'm here......"

He hugged her and stroked her back.

He spoke softly, but God knows how terrified he was, and he was just a little bit away from losing her.

At the Qianqiu banquet, I didn't see the virtuous concubine, and I learned that there was a slight illness. After the feast, I had planned to visit ...... I also wanted to see if Su Jinling was okay, but the emperor's refuge entered Xueyang Palace.

He suddenly panicked, but he couldn't find a reason and wanted to go home, but there seemed to be some inexplicable force that held him back.

He only thought that he was longing, so he took advantage of the cold night to paced to the imperial garden. But he didn't want to see Concubine Xian sitting in the pavilion, and Yan Shun was missing by her side......

He was not sick, but he did not attend the dinner party, nor was he in the palace, but the emperor was ......

Before the answer could come to mind, the man had already swept away.

It's not that he didn't have a man in the palace, but is this man too sluggish, too lazy, or ......

He sneered, if something really happened to Su Jinling...... But even if it is broken into thousands of pieces, what is the use? Even if Tianluan City is burned, what is the use? Thankfully...... She's okay......

"Xuancang, I'm so scared, you take me away, I don't want to stay here again......"

"Okay, let's go now......"

"Lord Wang, you can't!" Yan Shun had already followed the sound, fell to the ground, and hugged Yuwen Xuancang's legs: "The prince wants to take her away, what should Niangniang do?" There was suddenly a palace maid missing in this palace, and she was still a Jinling girl......"

"Isn't it water? Go and burn Tingxue Xuan ......" Yuwen Xuancang's tone was relaxed, but the bottom of his eyes was full of murderous intent.

"Even if the prince doesn't care about his mother, doesn't he take care of himself? Girl, the mother is very kind to you, you can't take revenge on the prince......"

"Shut up! Do you want this king to kill you? ”

"Yan Shun's life is the mother and the prince, Yan Shun can't watch the prince force himself to death even if he is cut with a thousand knives today!"

"You ......"

"When...... While...... When ......"

The thick sound of the bell pierced the dark night with coldness and sadness, like a flood of water pouring out of the flat ground, drowning all chaos in an instant.

Twenty-four rings...... The Prince's Funeral......

When the bell is over, the aftermath is immense.

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At the beginning of March of the 33rd year of Jingyuan, Prince Xi was born.

Overnight, the world was vegetarian.

Prince Xi's achievements are high, brilliant for thousands of years, and the funeral is tantamount to that of the emperor.

Forty-nine days after the funeral, Prince Xi went out of the funeral.

The emperor issued an edict, respecting the loyalty, filial piety, and courage of Prince Minghua, personally presiding over the ceremony, and the concubines, princes, kings, princesses, and princes of the harem above the fifth rank were mourned and wept.

Prince Minghua drove the spirit, King Qingning personally led the coffin, and all the civil and military officials and women in Beijing wore mourning clothes and followed the coffin to the funeral.

The mourning clothes are like vast white snow, covering the spring flowers and green willows, and slowly moving towards the tomb of the West Mountain.

This spectacular but poignant scene even a few months later blocked the eyes from time to time full of flowers.

Su Jinling looked up at the white flags flying among the branches and leaves, and felt something from her arms.

It is a piece of delicate and cool mutton fat jade, with a dragon and a phoenix carved on it, and his spirit is flying, just like the prince who has only met once.

This piece of jade was given to her by Yuwen Xuanyi, on the third day of Prince Xi's death.

His face was haggard, the corners of his eyes were red, and he only said that Prince Xi had asked him to give it to him before he died.

She never knew that this prince valued her so much, and the little jade pendant was so heavy in the palm of her hand.

She wanted to know the condition of the old man when he left, but she saw Yuwen Xuanyi's gloom......

That was the imperial uncle who loved him the most, and he was the most beloved elder, so he went......

The sun was shining, the green willows were like smoke, and the ice-colored figure was still elegant, but at this moment, it was like a cold wandering soul that had disappeared behind the heavy silk......

Recently, I heard that Concubine Yu's condition is not very good......

She sighed and looked at the overlap of the willows...... The figure had gone to the West Mountain, and it would be a month before he returned.

The days are like quiet flowing water, and from time to time the stones that fall into it will break the peace. Who would have thought that it was this sudden funeral that kept her in the palace?

The death knell was endless, and she said to Yuwen Xuancang: "I'm not leaving......"

Yuwen Xuancang and Yan Shun both looked at him in shock, and Yan Shun even cried out with gratitude.

She didn't know why she suddenly changed her decision, maybe because of the desolation and gloom of the bell, and the news of death came, which was deafening.

She didn't want to hear a bell like that again! Don't want to!!!

She stayed, but she didn't go to the Third Palace to serve, Yuwen Rongtian didn't send anyone to look for her, and Concubine Xian only treated her as "sick", and Mingzhe protected herself from Jingxuan Palace, so she became a person who had nothing to do.

In the palace, there are few people who have nothing to do, but because she is a celebrity in front of her master, everyone can't figure out the current situation, and it is not easy to support her, so she has become a person who has nothing to do and is at ease.

However, it is not as comfortable as others see, and this feeling of being ignored makes people feel empty and even more frightening, because I don't know what moment she takes it lightly, something unexpected will befall her.

She has always been inexplicably frightened lately, and in the middle of the night, she often picks up a call, and the voice is soft and soft, pulling her, flying through the deep night sky, until she comes to the silent Qingxiao Garden.

She saw the cabin where she had lived for fifteen years, and in the quiet of the night, the half-open window pages were whispering weakly.

She hurried forward and pushed open the door that was hidden from it......

The dream also woke up at this moment.

She stared at the carved window that glowed through the night light for a long time, and she thought she was homesick.

And on the second day of Prince Minghua's funeral, Xiqing came to hear Xue Xuan looking for her, saying that Concubine Yu was unwell, so she had nothing to do to go to Qiuqian Palace to walk around. She estimated that this must be Yuwen Xuanyi's arrangement, because she was going to Xishan to send the spirit, so she asked her to take care of Concubine Yu.

Concubine Yu is mostly asleep, but she doesn't need to do anything, it's just a place with a little more people, and someone comes to tease her from time to time, so it seems that she is not here to accompany Concubine Yu.

She is very willing to stay in the Autumn Palace, because Concubine Yu's smile is so gentle, so ethereal, very similar to Mo Yuan'er......

But it's not just a similar smile......

On the tenth day when King Qingning sent Prince Minghua to Xishan Mausoleum, the thirtieth day of April in the lunar calendar, about the end of the unitary hour, Su Jinling clearly remembered that the weather was a little gloomy at that time, and it seemed to be raining.

She was worried about thunder and hurried back.

It's already raining outside.

Concubine Yu didn't keep her, and only asked Xiqing to find an umbrella for her, but at this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly rolled in the sky.

Her body shook, and she immediately felt as if her body had turned into countless tiny beads that flew apart, but then coalesced together after the thunder had ended.

This is just the beginning, and it will be ...... soon

When she was frightened, she suddenly heard Concubine Yu calling her.

She was weak, but she was supported by Xiqing and rushed to Concubine Yu's side.

Her consciousness was already a little blurry, but she felt that Concubine Yu's cold hand held her and sighed, "How can this be?" ”

Concubine Yu wrapped her arms around her shoulders and whispered like a child: "It's okay, don't be afraid, it will pass in a while......"

The thunder rolled in turn, and strangely enough, not only did she not feel the pain, but even the feeling of wandering disappeared, and her mind gradually cleared.

The thunder was very short-lived, and after only a while, there was a small piece of rain knocking on the eaves.

She turned to look at Concubine Yu, but saw that her face was pale, and there was still a weak smile on the corner of her lips: "Look, I said it's okay......"

At this moment, she suddenly remembered Mo Yuan'er, and remembered that when she was a child, whenever there was thunder, she held herself tightly in her arms......

Something suddenly became clear at this moment, could it be that Concubine Yu was also ......

However, at this moment, Concubine Yu's face suddenly changed, and she pushed her away: "Hurry up......

She didn't expect that the thin Concubine Yu would have so much strength. She stumbled a few steps, and then saw Xiqing and a few people hurrying over, and lowered the gauze curtain on the bed.

However, through the thin curtain, she saw the thin figure rolling back and forth, in great pain, but she could not make a sound. Xiqing and the others were helpless, so they only wiped their tears on the side.

"Why don't you go to the Imperial Doctor?"

As soon as she ran to the door, she was stopped by Xiqing: "It's useless, Niangniang's illness...... Can't say ......"

Can't say?

As soon as she showed her surprise, she saw the azure curtain flashing, and Concubine Yu, whose hair was messy, half-threw herself on the side of the bed.

Xiqing hurriedly ran over and put the prepared silver bowl on the ground, as soon as Concubine Yu opened her mouth, something bloody and mushy poured down, and Concubine Yu then fell on the bed, motionless, and the rest of the palace people hurriedly surrounded her to work.

Xiqing hurriedly walked over with a silver spoon.

Su Jinling glanced at it......

Blood, but there seemed to be a lot of things moving in it, like bugs......