A prostitute of rebirth

Chapter 159 The Change of He Qing Palace (4)
Everything went smoothly, and Murong Xiaoxiao heaved a sigh of relief when his feet touched the ground.

The cold wind whizzed past, messing up Murong Xiaoxiao's black hair, with biting coldness, she couldn't help shivering, tugged at the neckline, and searched around Heqing Palace.

Quiet, terrible quiet.

Except for the whistling wind, there was not a single sound to be heard, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air, as if facing the calm sea before the rough waves, as if the next moment, it would be buried by the waves.

Murong smiled and frowned lightly, Qingshui Qiutong was slightly confused, she only came to Heqing Palace once, and that time was when she sent Mother Qiu back at night, she only stood in the front yard for a while, I didn't see the layout of the palace at all.

But she felt that the entire palace should be similar, and after turning a few more turns, she finally saw two figures full of desolation.

It's Xiao Shunzi and Huangfu Moxie, but what's the matter with the sadness lingering around them?

With curiosity, Murong smiled and walked towards them step by step.

When she saw the wooden tombstone, her face turned ashen.

boom--

In his mind, something exploded in an instant, and Murong Xiaoxiao's pupils suddenly constricted, staring at the grave in front of him without blinking.

Tomb of Mother Qiu——

Her heart throbbed suddenly, and her breathing suddenly suffocated, as if there was an invisible big hand tightly pulling her heart, even her breathing was accompanied by a knife-like pain that pierced her heart.

She hadn't seen Mother Qiu for a long time, why did she meet again, only a grave full of desolation.

She didn't believe it, she didn't believe what she saw was true.

As if sensing something strange behind him, Xiao Shunzi suddenly turned his head, the moment he saw Murong smiling with wary eyes, tears poured out uncontrollably like a gushing spring.

"Miss Murong... woo woo woo... Mother Qiu, she...she..." Xiao Shunzi's eyes were red and swollen, and the expression in his eyes was replaced by a gloomy look, all gray.

Maybe it was crying and crying, a short sentence, but it was incomplete.

"How? How is it possible, Xiao Shunzi, you must have made a mistake, right?" Murong smiled and looked at Xiao Shunzi with a pale face. Even though he didn't believe it, the pain in his heart seemed to be overwhelming and piercing. The pain was like a dense net, wrapping her tightly, getting tighter and tighter, her feet staggered, she fell limply to the ground, lost her soul.

Xiao Shunzi sobbed non-stop, one after another, like thunder, hitting Murong Xiaoxiao's body.

Tears, like beads with a broken thread, kept falling, and were blown by the cold wind, dripping on the back of the hand, full of piercing pain.His chest was burning with pain.

Huangfu Moxie never looked back at Murong with a smile from the beginning to the end, he knelt blankly in front of Qiu Nanny's grave, his stiff back was like a tree about to break, crumbling in the wind, his eyes as black as ink There is no timid expression of regretting the sun, but it is empty and terrifying, like a lifeless puppet.

Not a single tear, no sad expression, but the sadness emanating from his body was like a violent storm, and if he was not careful, he might be involved in it, and he would never recover.

It seemed that after Mother Qiu died, he also lost the will to survive.

"Mother Qiu, how did you die?" After a while, Murong Xiaoxiao's choked and icy voice resounded quietly, a bit colder than the weather in the twelfth lunar month.

She sat down on the ground with her head down, her little hands resting on her lap tightly clenched, her knuckle fingers turned white, and occasionally bulging veins could be seen.

Hearing this, Xiao Shunzi sniffed, and said with a strong nasal voice: "A few days ago, the Eleventh Prince came to provoke again and trouble the Sixth Prince. For some reason, the Eleventh Prince seemed to have gone mad. Seemingly beating the sixth prince, Mother Qiu was impatient and wanted to pull the eleventh prince away, but unexpectedly, she was pushed hard by the eleventh prince. Mother Qiu couldn't stand still and fell backwards, her head... hit her head On top of the stone..."

What is the pain of skin peeling, Murong Xiaoxiao finally understood at this moment, is it unexpected?No, it was the Eleventh Prince who killed Mother Qiu, he was the one who was insane, and he was the one who was inhuman.

Suddenly, Murong Xiaoxiao stood up from the ground, her star eyes were filled with layers of anger, she rushed straight in front of Huangfu Moxie, and slapped him hard.

"Mommy Qiu died because of you, Huangfu Moxie, it was your cowardice that killed Mommy Qiu, it was you..." Murong smiled because of anger, Jianjian Qiutong turned like a bloody sun, She roared hoarsely, and she didn't care if her voice would float out of Heqing Palace.

Huangfu Moxie, whose heart was ashamed, endured the force of the slap and fell to the side. He couldn't feel any pain, only the boundless darkness enveloped him.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Xiaoxiao's fists fell on Huangfu Moxie's body like raindrops, and he cried out while beating: "Why, why did Mother Qiu save you? Apart from mourning and complaining in front of her grave, Give up on yourself, what else do you want, what about Mother Qiu's hatred, what about justice, don't you want it? Huangfu Moxie, you have the most noble status in the whole world, but you can't even protect your closest relatives, you trash, this time It's Mother Qiu, next time, will it be Xiao Shunzi's turn?"

This kind of bone-biting pain of remorse, he will have to pay for it several times before he wakes up.

She had the chance to redeem everything she had lost, but Huangfu Moxie didn't. Mother Qiu would not come back, and he would not be able to return to the past.

Xiao Shunzi was startled, and hurriedly grabbed Murong, who was slapping Huangfu Moxie, and smiled: "Miss Murong, please be merciful, the sixth prince has been kneeling in front of Mother Qiu's tomb without eating or drinking, his body is so weak that he has fainted." Several times."

Seeing Xiao Shunzi's distressed expression, Murong gritted his teeth with a smile, stopped his movements, and the pain in his heart came wave after wave.

The words Murong smiled and cried were like a gust of wind, forcefully breaking through Huangfu Moxie's closed heart. Suddenly, a circle of ripples gradually appeared in his lifeless black eyes, and his white lips trembled slightly: "Chou...justice... ...Nurse Qiu...Xiao Shunzi!"

A few intermittent words overflowed from his mouth, and the scene of Mother Qiu bumping into a stone suddenly appeared in his blank mind, and a steady stream of blood spread under Mother Qiu's body, as beautiful as a coquettish mandala Luo Hua, but ruthlessly killed his remaining warmth.

(End of this chapter)