The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Suddenly Rong Feng didn't know what to say and stopped speaking.

Ye Qingran stopped talking, bypassed him, and turned to leave.

Rong Feng watched Ye Qingran's figure drifting away and disappeared at the gate of the palace. His back was so heavy, thinking he was also arrogant, not less than Rong Jing's arrogance. How will it feel good? But after all, this way has to go. He stood outside the hall for a long time and turned to walk to the inner hall.

Entering the inner hall, just as Nei Shi had fried the medicine, Yun Qingyue was gently stirring the soup with a spoon to drink, and his face was calm.

Rong Feng walked over to her and looked at her. He was distressed and could not hide it anyway. He yelled, "Yue'er!"

Yun Qianyue looked up at him, and he looked at her distressed handsome face and eyes, smiled lightly, and said warmly: "Think about it, it's not a big deal. There are only two roads, one is death and the other is Change your personal love."

Rong Feng grabbed in his heart. Is it easy to die? How easy is it to change personal love?

After Yun Qingyue had finished the soup, he tried to test the corners of his mouth with Juan, and stood up and said to Rong Feng: "It's so dull to be in the room. Since Prince De Mansion doesn't need you, let's go to the rain in the back garden. Pavilion! The scenery there is really good."

Rong Feng nodded moodlessly, he didn't know what to do best.

Yun Qiangyue left the Ronghua Palace, Rong Feng followed her, and the two went to Yanyu Pavilion.

The pavilion without smoke and rain, the scenery is unique. There was no one in the Yanyu Pavilion, and the two sat down. Relative to Rong Feng's moodlessness and heavy heart, Yun Qingyue is more casual and casual.

The two did not say anything, and unknowingly passed by half a day.

At night, Leng Shaozhuo and Yunli went into the palace and found the Yanyu Pavilion. I heard about Yun Qingyue’s trip to the Prince’s House tomorrow to send spirits to the Prince and the Princess of Germany. If staying at the Ronghua Palace heralds her identity as the queen’s throne, then send spirits to the Prince and Princess. This implied identity is a big step forward.

After the two came, they originally wanted to ask Yun Qianyue. When she saw her light cloud-like look and Rong Feng's gloomy eyebrows, she suddenly couldn't ask at all. They knew that even if she had made a decision, even if they asked, it would be difficult to change.

With two more people, the Yanyu Pavilion gained two points of popularity. The four people sat until night before leaving.

Returning to the Ronghua Palace, Rong Feng was afraid that Yun Qianyue would get hot or give birth to something in the middle of the night. He insisted on not leaving. Yun Qianyue could not take him, he could only let him.

This night, instead of a good night's sleep, I didn't have a dream or fever.

On the second day, Yun Qianyue packed it up and went to Prince De Mansion with Rong Feng.

Came to the Prince German Mansion, the housekeeper of the Prince German Mansion had already waited at the door, and invited Yun Qiangyue to enter the court more respectfully than yesterday, while walking inside and said: "The emperor is now in the ancestral hall of the palace, saying that the young lady is willing to come Go to the ancestral hall to find him and go. If you don’t want to, you can wait for him in front of the hall."

Yun Qianyue looked into the mansion. Although the Manchu dynasties, martial arts, and families were all there, and the crowd was crowded, it felt like she was still in silence.

The housekeeper of the Prince of Germany’s house was suddenly delighted, and his voice was a little trembling and excited. “You’d better go to the ancestral hall to find the emperor. He returned to the ancestral hall yesterday and shut himself in the ancestral hall. , How can the body withstand in this way? The ministers can't persuade, and the minions dare not persuade. Please persuade!"

Yun Qianyue nodded.

The housekeeper of the Prince's Mansion led Yun Qingyue, bypassing the front hall and walking towards the ancestral hall in the backyard of the house.

Rong Feng looked at the back of Yun Qingyue before going to the Prince's Ancestral Hall, trying his best to cover up the uncomfortable emotions, and turned to Lingtang.

In such a big event, the guards of the Prince of Germany and the guards of the royal family will naturally defend the entire Prince of Germany. They dare not slacken their slack, especially the night temple where the light of this country is treated. The periphery is guarded by many soldiers.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, the housekeeper of the Prince's Mansion stopped and said: "Emperor, Miss Qingyue is here."

No sound came out.

Yun Qianyue looked at the ancestral hall in front of him, and the corners of the corridors of the ancestral hall of the Prince of Germany were carved with dragons, which the other three palaces did not dare to sculpt. Vaguely revealing the majesty of the royal family.

The housekeeper of the Prince of Germany's palace waited for a moment, but there was no movement in it. He made another complaint, and there was still no sound from inside. The closed door didn't move. Tao: "Miss Qianyue, the emperor returned to the house yesterday to explain to the old slave like this, somehow now..."

His voice did not fall, the door of the ancestral hall opened from the inside, and Ye Qingran came out from the inside. When he saw Ye Qingran, he immediately stopped speaking and knelt down on the ground to please.

Ye Qingran came out of the dark place, and her eyes seemed unable to adapt to the light of the morning. She closed a little, and adapted for a moment, before she said to Yun Qianyue tiredly and hoarsely: "Go!"

Yun Qianyue raised an eyebrow at him, "Would you not like me to come in and see your ancestral hall?"

Ye Qingran dyed her footsteps, "What's so beautiful about the ancestral hall is nothing more than a pile of cards."

Yun Qingyue bypassed him and walked in. He was stunned at night, and immediately reached out to pull her, but only reached her corner, and she finally walked in. In the eyes, as Ye Qingran said, a pile of cards is correct, but in addition to a pile of cards, there are countless torture tools and a pile of bones. Some bones have been for a long time, and some have been for a few years. There is nothing like rotten arrogance in Abi hell. Who can believe that there is such a place on earth? She turned back violently, looking towards Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran stood at the gate of the ancestral hall and looked at her, her face completely colorless.

Yun Qianyue saw numbness from Ye Qingran's face, and saw silence in his eyes. Being in here for a moment can make people's bone marrow tremble, and the bones of human flesh can almost be seen here. How many people are buried here, can this be the case?

He came in yesterday, what was it like to stay here for half a day and a night? Except for coming in yesterday, how many times has he come in? She has entered the ancestral hall of King Yun's palace, the ancestral hall of King Rongwang's palace, and the ancestral halls of ordinary people are clean and dust-free.

The huge ancestral hall of the Prince of Germany covers more than one courtyard? But in the eyes, besides bones or bones...

Ye Qingran moved the corner of her mouth, and seemed to want to say something. Xu Yu, closed her eyes, lowered her head, and said lightly, "Since you have seen it, go out!"

Yun Qianyue looked at him, his voice suddenly very soft, "How did these people die?"

"I killed." Ye Qingran said.

Yun Qianyue looked at him and asked, "For training?"

Ye Qingran lowered her head and looked at the ground. The pattern formed by blood on the ground was for many years. The blood and the jade on the ground melted together and became a blood jade. It was very magnificent, and his voice was calm, "Uh."

"How old were you when you first came in?" Yun Qiangyue asked again.

Ye Qingran suddenly smiled, looked up at the bones, and looked a little bit desolate, "Let’s start from the note! I can’t remember it anymore. I don’t have the memory of Zhou, the memory of my parents’ knees, and the memory of playing, Only the memories that are kept here."

"When did you go out?" Yun Qianyue asked again.

"Eight years ago." Ye Qingran said.

"Learned to become Dark Dragon Yin, took over the Dark Dragon of Ye Family?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows.

Ye Qingran nodded.

"Those torture tools? For whom?" Yun Qiangyue asked again.

Ye Qingran dyed her hand under the sleeve, shaking slightly, showing no emotion: "I!"

Yun Qingyue was cold, looked at him, no longer asked, she knew that Yeshi had trained an heir who had been trained by the devil, but she never thought that it was a pile of bones, and throwing a child who might not have remembered it at that time. Here, let him look at killing, or killing, or training to kill, what was the child like then? Is it screaming, crying, fainting, or resisting? If it is resistance, what are the consequences? Was it a set of blood-stained torture tools to punish him?

She dare not imagine! How did he appear in the eyes of the people in Beijing at the time while being trained while being a little unruly little devil? How did he survive from the blood and bones without madness?

For an imperial industry that stretches out his hand and controls, a hard deadly chair, a long lived mountain, can it do so?

Yun Qingyue couldn't tell what it was like at this moment. Compared to the **** tears lightly dyed at night, what was it that Ye Tianyi's concubine was killed? Ye Tian Qing, Ye Tian Yu is so happy to live? She looked at Ye Qingran and asked in a deep voice, "Are they training you like this, aren't you afraid of your death?"

Ye Qingran smiled faintly, "It won't let me die, as long as I breathe, I can be saved. Even if I step into the ghost gate and close it ten thousand times, I can drag it back." When the words fell, he said tiredly: "It is sometimes easier to live than death. It’s much more difficult to die.”

Yun Qianyue closed her eyes, turned around, took Ye Qingran's hand out of the ancestral hall, and the face of the sun shone, she said softly: "I also think that it is easier to live than death. From now on, we will live well!" There is an easy way to go, why should we take the hardest?"