The drizzle of the night came and went, and the air was filled with water vapor.

The willow trees by the palace wall moved with the wind, making a seeping sound, and the moon was hidden in the dark clouds without a god, reflecting the already empty night with a little more fear.

A woman in the hall was paralyzed on the ground, her clothes were tattered, and she was covered in blood, even so, she still did not choose to give in to the man sitting on the dragon chair, and let the leather whip of the chamberlain fall on her body.

Seeing that the woman was tough, the man strode down from the dragon chair, snatched the leather whip from the waiter's hand, and pinched the woman's face, "Li Si won't look at me with this kind of eyes." ”

"I'm not Li Si, my name is Song Zhi." The woman held the man's wrist instead, her expression was indifferent and cold, she really didn't know whether she was happy or sad, so that people couldn't guess her at all.

Xu was Song Zhi's act of resistance that angered him, and he strangled the neck of the person under him and pressed him on the bed.

"In answering my question, you should call yourself a concubine."

Suffocation and helplessness all hit Song Zhi, and she struggled to take out the hairpin that had been hidden long ago from her waist and stabbed it fiercely on the man's shoulder.

I don't know how many times this has happened, since she was sent to the palace as a dancer, she has lived such a terrifying life every day.

A year ago, she was fighting several jackals for a piece of raw meat the size of a palm, and she was about to stab her dagger into the heart of the head wolf, when suddenly a one-eyed jackal struck her from behind.

When she was about to fall into a coma, she vaguely saw several jackals being solved by a man, and the posture was like a flowing cloud, and without hesitation, she immediately decided to repay this life-saving grace, no matter what method was used.

When Song Zhi woke up again, she was already in the man's house, she only felt that everything around her was nothing, and when she looked at the man, she felt as if she had fallen into the deep whirlpool of the man.

Wearing an awkward and gorgeous dress, eating a light meal in Jiangnan.

Even if she was sent to the palace and became Zhao Yichen's concubine, she still remembered what she saw when she met that man.

He said that his name was Helan Zhuo, and he was the concubine of the Helan family.

Zhao Yichen slapped her in the face, and the hot sting had to pull her back to reality from that memory.

"It took a lot of effort for them to find you." Zhao Yichen covered his bloody shoulders, and he didn't forget to scold sharply in his mouth, "Someone!" Send the concubine back to the Yilan Palace. ”

A bowl of black unknown medicine was brought to Song Zhi, she naturally knew what it was, and she also knew how much it hurt the woman, but at this point, the two actually had the same idea, and no one wanted to leave flesh and blood.

Song Zhi drank it all in a refreshing way, the medicine flowed down the blood into her whole body, and she instantly felt that there were thousands of silver needles stinging in her lower abdomen, her limbs were weak, her eyes were dilated, and there were some beads of sweat on her forehead.

Soon he was sent back to the Yilan Hall by seven or eight attendants, and before he entered the gate of the Yilan Palace, the maids hurriedly ran from the inner hall.

"How? What did Helan Zhuo say? Can you find a way to get me out? Song Zhi trembled, and he didn't want to stay in this cannibalistic palace for a minute.

"No, Gongzi Zhuo said let's wait a little longer, and asked a lot about His Majesty's recent situation." The maid carefully wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and comforted her.

"What else can he do, he ..... as usual every day" Thinking of Zhao Yichen's terrifying appearance, she sighed lightly, "Qingyue, I'm really sorry, you came here to suffer with me, if you hadn't begged Mrs. Helan to come to the palace to accompany me, maybe you wouldn't be living such a life of licking blood from the knife now." ”

The tears in the corners of Qingyue's eyes had not yet been wiped away, and she shook her head vigorously, "If there is no slave, Niangniang is alone, and the slave can still help you and Gongzi Zhuo deliver letters." ”

The two leaned on each other in the huge palace, like one of the few flashes of light in a lonely and lonely rainy night.

In the middle of the night, he finally fell asleep, but Song Zhi fell into a terrible dream....

"In Helanzhuo, I am willing to marry Miss Song Zhi and go to Hongmeng hand in hand."

Helan Zhuo, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, held the wedding card in her hand and walked towards her, her eyes full of love. Just as he stretched out his hand to respond to He Lanzhuo, everything around him dissipated, turning into Zhao Yichen's manic face, and this sudden change made Song Zhi wake up in fright.

When I woke up, I didn't want to go back to sleep, so I got up and walked.

As soon as the sky turned white, I saw many maids and chamberlains on the palace street dressed in festive clothes, and they were holding a lot of red silk in their hands.

These would not be for her, but curiosity still made Song Zhi casually pull a maid and ask, "What are you doing here?" ”

The maid replied respectfully: "Back to your concubine, Your Majesty wants to accept Qiu Yutong, the daughter of the old general Qiu, as the second-grade Zhaoyi today." ”

"Old General Qiu.... Is that the patriarch of the two dynasties, Tyumen? "Song Zhi has vaguely heard the name of Qiuming, he has been assisted by the first emperor since he was young, and has an unshakable absolute position in the court, and now he is willing to send his daughter to this cage-like place, and the right really can't satisfy the greedy heart.

"Back to your concubine, it's him." After the maid finished speaking, she hurried forward, leaving Song Zhi alone to stand in place.

Yao remembered that before entering the palace, Helan Zhuoqian told him, "Your Majesty has always been resistant to the affairs of the harem, and it has been a lot of effort to accept you as a concubine." But there are a lot of objections in the court, and you have already made a lot of enemies before you enter the palace, but fortunately they have not seen you, so you must be very cautious, and I will come to pick you up when the matter is done. ”

The bright red silk silk was so dazzling that it was incompatible with the quiet and glorious palace, and since she was rescued that day, she had vowed to fulfill Helan Zhuo's wish, even if it was to pay with her life.

Song Zhi looked at the busy crowd and secretly wondered, "I don't think I will see that person again today." ”

It came in a hurry, and everything happened too suddenly.

Looking at this palace today, I feel that this lion-like imperial city looks particularly magnificent and lonely under the sun.

Unconsciously, Song Zhi walked to the door of a palace that had been abandoned for a long time.

Among the many noisy palaces, it seems to be an independent corner, revealing mystery.

There seemed to be a force that prompted Song Zhi to open the long-sealed wooden carved door.

The outside of the hall was overgrown with weeds, but the inside of the house was clean and tidy, and it did not look like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Song Zhi walked along the furnishings in the house, and saw a portrait of a woman hanging in the middle of the house.

The woman in the portrait was dressed in a lilac tulle dress, and her eyes were full of starlight, as warm as the winter sun. When she looked at the portrait more closely, she was shocked.

His appearance was no different from him, just like a person.

Even the lilac dress on her body was exactly the same as the gift He Lanzhuo gave when she was sent to the palace.

Song Zhi was surprised and took a few steps back one after another, feeling uneasy in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

Before she could take a few more looks, the already weak door was kicked open.