He only said one thing to her: "The saint goes into the temple!"

She suddenly came back to her senses, and ran into the hall behind her in a panic, and saw that Emperor Zhao was already inside, hiding under the imperial case, revealing a corner of bright yellow robes, and shaking into a ball.

She is a little disdainful, she should not be as cowardly as him, even if she dies, she must die with dignity. She found a place to sit down, and sat frankly and precariously.

But even if she is indifferent on the surface, she will be afraid, she will panic, the palms of the hands clasped together are full of sweat, the blood-soaked skirt is sticky and greasy attached to the legs, and the thick bloody gas rushes into the nasal cavity, she almost wants to gag, with a white face, a stiff back, looking outside.

He came, and walked in in the shadow of the sword, there was no blood on his black robe, the bridge of Yingting's nose was angular under a beam of white light, his lips were unusually ruddy, and the cold light of the knife in his hand flickered. He glanced at the case, but didn't even give her a look, as if she didn't exist.

The wide doors of the temple were closed, and his figure stood unusually tall in the pillar of light. The shouts of killing, screaming, and cursing were cut off for a while, and the voice suddenly became much quieter, and she felt as if he was the god protecting the place, and as long as he was there, everything would be fine.

Her whole body relaxed, her stiff back felt sore, her trembling legs gradually calmed down, and the sweat in her palms slowly dried. Her eyes remained on him, and she could clearly feel herself sinking little by little.

She panicked about her sinking, knowing that this was wrong, but she didn't want to control it, and let herself sink deeply. His side face is so handsome and flawless, his posture is so vigorous and impeccable, he still has the courage she yearns for, the composure she admires, he has become the most precious person in the world, and satisfies all her fantasies.

The sound outside the hall became smaller and smaller, and the light and shadow in the hall became darker and darker, until the last trace of the remnant sun fell, and the darkness swallowed everything like a giant beast, he opened the door of the hall, looked at it, and then turned around, knelt on the ground, and said in a loud voice:

"Officials, saints, and traitors have been cleared, and the ministers are fortunate not to be dishonored!"

Candles gradually lit up in the hall, dispelling the darkness little by little, and returning to the light again. She got up and stood up, brushed the blood that had dried on her dress, turned around and helped the official sitting under the imperial case, and walked to the door of the main hall together.

When passing by him, she resisted the impulse, did not look sideways, and did not look back. But in her heart, she has turned back a thousand times......

Since that time, this person has been buried deep in her heart, secretly she is crazy about him, endured the loneliness in the deep palace for him, and forced a queen with empty eyes. Emperor Zhao, how to compare with him?

Spring is already very strong, and the high palace walls can't block the sunlight coming in, and if it shines for a long time, your face will be hot.

Empress Liu stretched out her hand and stroked her face and opened her eyes. This palace is still so barren, the crimson palace walls, the cyan floor tiles, she suddenly felt that these made her breathless, she raised her hand, pointed in the direction of the back garden, and said:

"Let's go to the garden."

Someone answered, she continued to close her eyes, she didn't want to be so depressed, she didn't want to be so endlessly barren, she tried to imagine the flowers blooming, the garden was fragrant, the purple and red, she was intoxicated in it, no longer lonely, no longer lonely.

If she still has a shred of sanity, she knows how taboo this is, a person who wants to play with the regime has moved his true feelings......

She smiled miserably in her heart, yes, she was like a moth to a fire, knowing that there would be a catastrophe that would never be recovered, but she still wanted to enjoy the warmth of that moment.