Jun Wuheng turned to leave, and the figure hurried over.

Liang Xinyue finally found Jun Wuheng.

He has been busy with the recent turmoil in the DPRK.

"Chitose-sama."

Liang Xinyue blocked Jun Wuheng's way, her face was full of guilt, thinking of what happened that night, she was very ashamed in her heart.

In that case, he didn't want to touch himself.

"What happened that day was the slave's fault, I ......"

"Pei Yuan gave it to you, right?" Jun Wuheng said lightly, "You don't have to go to your heart, I don't blame you." ”

The man's brows furrowed slightly, thinking that Jiang Qianluo's bloom that night was so enthusiastic, not as before.

It's not a taste in his heart.

Liang Xinyue wanted to say something, her outstretched hand was full of scars, and Jun Wuheng sighed slightly: "You haven't recovered from your old illness, let those palace maids do the work in your hands, recuperate more, and be good for your illness." ”

Jun Wuheng took a step to leave, Liang Xinyue was a little anxious, and when she didn't want to go down the steps, her feet were red.

Liang Xinyue fell, but fortunately, the man reacted quickly and dragged the person over.

Jun Wuheng hugged Liang Xinyue: "Did the fall hurt?" ”

His voice was so gentle, Liang Xinyue's ears instantly turned red, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

On the steps, two people stood not far away.

Jiang Qianluo looked at Jun Wuheng's appearance as a treasure, the tip of her nose was very sour, and she admitted that she was jealous.

"Master, let's go back, it's going to rain."

Ruyun urged, she was afraid that her master would touch the scene.

But I heard Jiang Qianluo smile slightly: "It's okay, in this long life, there is always someone to walk with him, like a cloud, go back." ”

The wind rises.

Blowing away the petals on the tree, Jiang Qianluo turned her head, and the petals fell on her shoulder, and when she turned around, she didn't see Jun Wuheng looking in her direction.

"Chitose-sama?"

Liang Xinyue looked at the man who had entered the meditation and knew who he was looking at.

Jiang Qianluo, who came out of the Thousand Life Palace, seemed to attract his gaze like a light.

"I'll send you back."

Jun Wuheng hugged Liang Xinyue all the way, attracting envious eyes from many palace people, and it was rumored in the palace that the regent who was not close to women was only followed by a good aunt.

They naturally understand that the weight of Liang Xinyue is not comparable to ordinary people.

……

Night falls.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, the thunder fell, Jiang Qianluo was still asleep, she heard the sound of the temple door being opened.

The woman opened her eyes alertly.

Before she could shout, she saw a figure sneaking through the door.

"Who."

"Uh......"

"Jiang Qianluo, you slut, you deserve to die!"

The person who came stabbed into Jiang Qianluo's body, his hand was full of blood, and when the woman reacted, she broke free of the man's hand.

Qiyun heard the movement and got up, only to see the hideous horror of the person's face under the thunder.

Ruyun strangled the man's hands, the two of them were entangled together, blood flowed everywhere, and Jiang Qianluo pressed it tightly.

"Why are you, Concubine Yun, how can you do it?"

The clouds had already seized the man and tied him with rope.

The lights were shining, but I didn't expect it to be Concubine Yun, who was snubbed in the cold palace by the first emperor in the past, and almost died, if it weren't for Jiang Qianluo.

It is impossible for the first emperor to take Concubine Yun out of the cold palace.

"You and my master are close friends, why do you want to do this?"

"Huh."

Concubine Yun snorted coldly, tilted her head, and tears fell from her eyes.

Ruyun went to check Jiang Qianluo's condition, she helped bandage as much as possible, and used herbs to do some simple hemostasis first.

But Jiang Qianluo's situation is not optimistic.

"The first emperor favored her, and the nine thousand years old also spoiled her, why should she be alone and enjoy all the honors."

"We are buried together, but she is the only one alive, God is unfair."

Concubine Yun couldn't stop wailing.

The voice, with the thunder outside the window, was particularly poignant.

"I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, take her with me, okay?"

"Master." Qiyun's hand was shaking, the wound was not deep, but she could see the flesh and skin, she didn't dare to use force.

Jiang Qianluo's face turned pale, and he reached out and touched the clouds: "I'm fine, I can't die, this ...... Wounds...... Not fatal. ”

"I'll go get a doctor."

Ruyun was scared, she couldn't help but shake her head: "Master, you wait for me, I will definitely invite the imperial doctor." ”

As he spoke, he ran into the rainstorm.

Jiang Qianluo looked at the woman not far away, with a solemn expression: "Ah Yun, you and I have known each other since childhood, so you should know more clearly that he hates me, and for Jun Wuheng, he will not cheapen me and let me die to relieve me." ”

"Ah Luo." The woman twitched, her eyes glazed over, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to stab you, but I ......"

Concubine Yun's cry fell into the sound of rain, just when Jiang Qianluo wanted to explain it to her.

Black blood flowed from the corners of the woman's mouth.

The woman died in front of Jiang Qianluo, and she didn't even have time to say a superfluous word.