I didn't drink the tea, but my mouth was hot.

Ju Ning retracted his neck, with a far-fetched smile on his face, not knowing how to take care of him.

Wan Guifei knocked on the chair with her own hand, tuk-tuk, crisp and cold, lifting people's hearts, "Are you the cushion of the family?" ”

She asked about the body.

But this shell Ju Ning has only been in the town for a long time, and he doesn't know anything except that he knows that it is the palm lamp.

Afraid of being trapped, and afraid of being suspicious of Wan Guifei if she answered late, Ju Ning could only grit her teeth and shake her head in a gambler's style, "How can you ...... Daddy loves her the most......"

Before he finished speaking, it was Ju Ning who coughed again.

But this time, Ju Ning coughed on purpose......

Well, that's what you want to do, you don't have to say everything, half swallowing and half containing can lead people to reverie and construct a statement that you believe in.

Sure enough, Wan Guifei didn't care at all, and her blue eyes even floated a little melancholy.

"Yes, the cushion nest is always the most pitied, as for the big one, when he came, he suffered from the expectations of his parents, and he also pulled out a child in the expectations of his parents, so naturally he has no regrets. The remaining one in the middle, the pestle that is not embarrassing or embarrassing, is like the sharp stubble that comes out of the mat, stabbing people from time to time, and at first I was thinking about some feelings, but after a long time, there is only the excess that people want to carry out. ”

Ju Ning knew why Concubine Wan would say that.

Because Concubine Wan is the one in the middle of their family, who is not embarrassed or embarrassed.

It is precisely because of this that Wan Guifei once sang on stage in order to make up for the declining family.

It was this singing that met Li Cong and became Li Cong's concubine.

accompanied Li Cong from the king of a small border country to the emperor of the current dynasty.

Ju Ning thought deeply and couldn't help but pick up the lamp.

Coughing urgently, the slightly upturned little finger once again inadvertently fell into Wan Guifei's eyes.

Wan Guifei narrowed her eyes, and her eyes glowed cold, like a pearl.

The light shone on Ju Ning's face again, but it seemed to be looking at someone through her.

Therefore, the throat that was still sharp just now softened, with an inexplicable melancholy that Wan Guifei did not notice.

"Poor one, go back and recuperate. When he was old enough, he left the palace after receiving the grace of the mighty emperor, and went to live the happy life of being a grandmother. ”

Out of the palace.

Traditionally, palace maids who do not commit crimes have to stay up for nine years until they are twenty years old before they can go out.

And the body that she was reborn looked like she was about the same age, seventeen or eighteen years old, that is to say, it would take about two or three years before she could get out of this cannibalistic palace.

However, Ju Ning wants to leave the palace now.

She was going to tell her dad that she was alive, and tell him not to investigate her death thoroughly...... She didn't want them to get justice for her, she just wanted them to be safe.

But where can she go now?

The mud bodhisattva crossed the river, and it was difficult for her to even turn over.

People are like this, the more they are in danger, the more they stimulate infinite urgency, although Ju Ning has been a saint in the palace, but after staying in one place for a long time, he also knows some ways.

For example, cross the Gongchen Gate outside the Yanfu Palace, go all the way to the west, walk to the bank of the Jinshui River, and then go north to the north gate of Yongshun, where there are few guards lingering, so there are a lot of weeds, pick up those weeds, there is a gap inside.

As long as she digs a little more hole, a little bit of hole, she can escape.

Ju Ning was lying on the bed, feeling that the future was bright, and a string of footsteps slipped outside the door, and he said, "The official family has issued an order to thoroughly investigate the Zhang family."

What did Li Zheng do to investigate her family thoroughly?

Is it because of my own body?

Or is it because she didn't have her hostage, so she wanted to wipe out her house?

Ju Ning pulled up from the bed.

Unexpectedly, it was so steep, and the hot flashes on the body, a puff, and a surge rushed to the head, and his face was red and his eyes were black.

Ju Ning only felt that the sky was spinning, and he almost didn't fall to the ground.

When he came to his senses, the sound had already gone far along the corridor.

"Wait, wait......"

Ju Ning heard her scalded throat, like a myriad of sand, melt into the swaying bushes, filling the room with darkness.

Who can hear?

No one can hear it!

Ju Ning didn't care about the open wound, opened the partition and chased out.

The cool breeze blew on the hot body, cold and cool, hot and uncomfortable, the blackened eyes, looking at the swaying lamp on the eaves, round and round, circles and circles, circles and circles, dizzy and swollen.

Ju Ning couldn't help but stumble.

Stumbling, stumbling, slipping on his feet, and not knowing which overgrown ground he was planted in, Ju Ning fainted in an instant.

When I woke up again, the night was thick, and it was so dark that Ju Ning was blind for a while, only knowing that the step in front of him was made of white jade, and it was cool and yin.

Ju Ning couldn't help but tremble.

It was this trembling that made the branches and leaves shake, including a spicy and crunchy sound.

"Who?"

Ju Ning raised his eyes.

I don't know when the fog got up, like a goat's milk that was spilled by someone, white and thick, and scattered in the air.

There was a lamp shaking in the fog, the size of a palm, like a falling golden basin, emitting a halo of misty light.

The halo grew larger, from the size of a palm to the size of a plate.

It's the lamp—the closer it gets, the louder the footsteps get.

Ju Ning's mind was dizzy, and he raised his eyes with difficulty.

The fog melted, revealing a human figure.

The brocade white skirt surged with the wind, drawing a distant galaxy, and on the galaxy was the lamp he held.

The lights were shining, shining from his chin upwards, showing the sharp edge of his lips, and his upward sweeping eyes were slightly tilted, and with golden light, a face seemed to be wearing a red gold mask.

The wind blew suddenly, the sparks jumped, and between the black hole and the earth, the face loomed, as if it was a pearl that had sunk into the bottom of the pool, and the swaying light and shadow through a layer of rippling water waves crashed into Ju Ning's eyes brilliantly.

Tom tom tom, tom!

Ju Ning's heart jumped when he heard it.

She even heard her hot throat, squeezing out a string of fragmented tones, "immortal ......" immortal.

The immortal lowered his head, and his vivid face was a stereotyped idol in the Buddha shrine, compassionate and indifferent, "You see? ”

Ju Ning thought, the immortal is really an immortal, and every trace of the words he said was cold.

But even so, it makes people feel less displeased, but more awe.

Ju Ning couldn't help but sweep his throat, trying his best to make his voice sound solemn and worshipful, but unfortunately, he opened his mouth, and with a 'wow' sound, blood spit out.

The jade ladder with a smooth body was born to suffer such a puddle of filth.

Filth is filth, there is no wind sound at this time, the lantern illuminates the blood at this time, the blood is spread on it, and there is a 'pop' sound, and the sound is bubbling.

Ju Ning only felt embarrassed.

But it was okay, but he spat blood and bubbled, and there was no blood splashing like cold water meeting hot oil.

Otherwise, whoever gets it will be diaphragm.

As a result, his body shook, his face was facing the loess and his back was facing the sky, and Ju Ning put his face straight into the pool of blood.

As if he had just been killed, Ju Ning was still very suitable for the situation, and his thin arms and legs twitched twice.

Sure enough, words can't be said too early, and people can't live too much.