Disgraced Consort

She only felt the pain in her legs loose, and the snake somehow loosened her teeth and returned to the bushes.

Suddenly vacated, he was picked up by the purple figure.

She whispered:

"Viewing Pavilion ..."

Holding her hand a little stagnation, at this moment, another snowflake fell in her eyes, bright and bright, making the dizziness slightly slowed down, she saw that the person holding her seemed to be-

"Emperor--"

There is another word, which can't be spoken anymore. In my heart, it is shocked.

But Xu Yu, he hugged her to a roof.

She didn't know how to leave the mountain pass, or, here, the other end of the mountain pass?

After all, she is still new to the Forbidden City.

Including, why, Xuanyuanyu will appear here, she is also puzzled.

Yes, Xuanyuanyu.

Although he was wearing a robe, her sight was not clear.

But she won't admit it.

His handsome and beautiful, no one, just a glance, will never forget.

He put her on the stone bench under the eaves, took off his cloak and embraced her slightly thin body, and then pulled away into the house. When he came out again, he held a blue celadon bottle and an extremely thin knife.

I do n’t know when the cloak in her hand disappeared early. She was a little helpless and stroked her jacket slightly. His hand had lifted the side of her skirt and whispered:

"Be patient."

With that said, he handed her a cloth.

She shook her head and said anxiously:

"Can ... hurry up?"

Although she is afraid of pain, she does not want to bite such a thing.

This snake must be poisonous, and if not treated, her life might be lost on it, but, right now, she is going to the observation deck, so she can hurry up and bite such a thing, which means she is afraid Pain, then, it would make him worried.

And, no matter how bite, there should be no less pain.

His eyebrows frowned, even though he was wearing a robe, he was still so gorgeous and timeless.

Squatting slightly, the thin blade swiftly passed through her snake wound, and the black blood oozed out. He squeezed the black blood hard, and the black blood stained her white socks with mottled black.

She was afraid of seeing the blood, don't look away, she didn't go to see the gush of blood.

The pain is still so clear.

It hurts.

She clenched her teeth, the cold snowy days, and the cold sweat on the forehead, which was like the pain in the legs, invaded her heart, so that she could not help but clenched her hands.

Finally, when the blood squeezed out gradually appeared red, he opened the porcelain bottle and sprinkled the powder evenly on the wound.

"Concubine--" She turned her head slightly, seeing that he had finished applying the powder, and whispered the words. He raised his eyes and condensed to her, so dark eyes made her dare not look at her, she lowered her eyes, "Emperor Xie."

After finishing these three words, she stood up, but her legs were soft and she did n’t move at all. When she supported the eaves with her hand, she suddenly saw that, not far away, through the branches, she could see the palace of the East City.

At the bottom of his eyes, a little mist rose, and as his body emptied, he picked her up again and walked towards the corner where she looked.

She wanted to break away from his arms, but she also knew that if she broke away, perhaps, with her soft legs now, she could not get there.

At this time, she could see that the funeral team belonging to Prince Xiang was slowly walking out of the palace.

The rows of white streamers are so solemn.

Scattered in the sky, I do n’t know whether it is snowflakes or paper money, and the white coffin surrounded by the solemn white is finally slowly lifted out of the palace.

Her body quivered slightly, wrapped her hands, and hugged her more tightly.

Does he think she is cold?

In fact, she is not cold at all.

But, in my heart, I don't feel the warmth.

Can't cry.

Tearing in front of the emperor is a great disrespect, so how can she weep?

She lifted her face, tears, it turned out that she would really back up with her back.

All the sorrows and pains go back together.

"Emperor, can you let your concubine come down?" She asked in a low voice.

Holding her hand, hesitated for a while, and finally put her on the ground. She knelt down. The knee, her forehead, was printed on the white snow that had already accumulated. In the cold heart.

In this way, she knelt for a long time, a long time ...

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