Nu'er walked slowly towards Zhu Yunlou step by step in despair, she looked at the palace road with no end in sight, and suddenly felt that her steps were a little heavy.

How many people have been like this step by step, and behind every glory there are countless sins and insidiousness.

In a moment, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again. A gust of wind blew, and the slave gathered his clothes and quickened his pace. When he walked around the corner, a person suddenly appeared behind him, and before he could see the person clearly, he was hit the back of the neck, and the slave's eyes were black and he fell softly.

"Why are you doing so hard? It's a county lord anyway, who is to be killed? "A woman is complaining.

"It doesn't matter if she dies or not. If something really happens, both horizontal and vertical will die. You also collected the money, and you can't get rid of it! The man's voice was a little shrill and thin, the voice of a palace eunuch.

"There's someone over there, let's go!" The woman was a little panicked, urging the man to leave quickly.

At this moment, Zhengyang Palace.

The queen sat on a wooden chair, her slightly pale face with a hint of concern. She looked a little haggard, but her makeup was bright and tired. She is from the grassland, not a native of Shengjing, her facial features are more three-dimensional than those of Daxia, her eyes are deep, and the eye color is dark blue. Her beauty is the beauty of exotic and different customs, mysterious and gorgeous, which makes people shine.

"Second year of junior high school, can he go back now?" The queen asked, looking at a man dressed in black below.

"Calculate the time, Gongzi should be on the way back now." The second year of junior high school hugged his fists and replied.

"Ahh She frowned, looking worried, "No matter what happens in the future, please be sure to put Childe's safety first." A hint of murderous intent burst out of her dark blue eyes, and the queen said in a deep voice, "At present, some people can't control their ambitions and are eager to try and want to cross the thunder pool. ”

"What do you need to do?"

"This palace said that your only task is to ensure the safety of your son. Childe is your master. ”

"Kechen is on the order of the king......"

"Needless to say!" The queen waved her hand, "He is the son of the palace and the grandson of the king, and from today onwards, your master will only be the son." Step aside. ”

The second year of junior high school should be, he is one of the group of dead soldiers cultivated by the king of the grassland. The dead man had always listened to orders and did not ask why, and since the queen had already said so, he naturally understood what to do. He turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

The body seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, and the slave regained a trace of consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes, and everything around her was unfamiliar. She stood up and looked around, a ruined palace with a thick layer of dead leaves and a thin layer of snow on the ground. The red paint on the pillars has been washed away by the years, and the whole place only gives people the feeling of decay, silence. Like a pool of stagnant water.

Where is this?

The slave wanted to walk out, but as soon as her body moved, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She rubbed her hand and slowly moved forward. She knew that places like this, which were out of place with the palace, or hidden in the corners, were mostly off-limits. She's afraid she's been put in the wrong hands.

She can't call for help now, because if someone finds her here, I'm afraid that angering the higher authorities will really lead to death. Only by going out by himself and returning to Zhu Yunlou pretending that nothing happened, otherwise he would not return all night, and he didn't know what kind of hat he would be put on.

And then, just as she was about to leave, fate played a joke on her. Among the thousands of floor tiles, it was so coincidental that she stepped on the mechanism. Unsurprisingly, she landed down the tunnel and slid down the tunnel to the bottom.

Hiss -

It's cold.

The slave shuddered, and she was shocked by the sight before her. Here is a huge ice cave with something resembling an ice bed in the center. And on the surface, the entire ice cave is sealed and has no exit. It seems that at the beginning of the design, it was intended to freeze people to death in it.

However, the slave's temperament is so stubborn, although she has seen in books how to build a sealed secret room, but the construction of every secret room always has to consider one problem, that is, ventilation. Because during the construction process, the workers always have to stay in it for a long time, and they can only suffocate without ventilation holes. Therefore, Nu'er firmly believes that as long as you find a ventilation hole, there must be a way.

Little by little, she groped her way along the ice wall, her fingers starting to stiffen and her steps a little sluggish as time passed. Little by little, the temperature of her body decreased. She wanted to speed up, but her body was no longer listening to her.

The slave rubbed his hands, sighed, and jumped twice vigorously. She felt better and continued to fumble. About half an hour later, his legs suddenly did not obey the call, and he knelt down straight. Nu'er's lips were already blue from the cold, and she felt that if she stayed a little longer, she would become an iceman. She shuddered and reached out to pinch herself, but she ran out of instincts, and she fell onto the ice, her limbs stiffening and her consciousness blurred.

No, no. The revenge has not been avenged, the truth is not known, Wei Nu'er, you can't die...... You can't die! The slave shouted in his heart, do you have to bear the burden of humiliation until now, and you will easily bury everything yourself? No, it can't be like this! The slave pulled off a hairpin on his head and slashed it down on his snow-white and delicate calf.

Warm blood slowly oozes out with the hairpin, and the pain makes her sober up a little. The warm blood flowed onto her cold skin and became so warm, like devouring poison, the slave was addicted, and slashed down one after another.

She didn't know that everything inside was being looked at.

"How long has she been here?" A boy dressed in a black robe asked.

"Two and a half hours."

There was silence again.

"Open the door."

"Childe?"

"Open the door. This man can't die. The boy stared at the blood-colored figure word by word.

He hadn't returned the veil to her, and the agreement hadn't been counted, so the man couldn't die.