Chapter 22

The masked man looked at her and took a step forward curiously. The result was the bloody palm. He was stunned and took out a small bottle from his arms.

"I really convinced you."

Every month she took the bottle, opened the plug and poured some liquid into her hand. It was cool and didn't hurt at all. She couldn't help looking at the masked man in surprise. Behind the candle, there was a delicate mask against the light. Behind the mask, a pair of eyes could not say how beautiful it was. The exposed chin and lips are slightly tilted, which seems to be laughing, which makes people itch in the heart.

Wait, is she crazy?

At the same time, her face was also reflected in the candlelight. Her bright eyes turned around. The masked man slightly pulled up the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care about her gaffe.

Pass the bottle to him. I didn't want to swallow it this time. After all, it's not very cooked. It's not good to swallow too many things. It's better to wait until it's cooked and take it slow.

The mask was only glanced at by the man, but he didn't take it. "Keep it! It will be useful." then he handed the fire fold to her hand, tiptoed gently, and disappeared without a trace.

"Strange, did you take the wrong medicine?" she thought every month. Anyway, she would slowly squeeze him out one day. Thinking so, she felt much more comfortable and immediately ran back to the room.

If the masked man knew what she was thinking, he would turn around and beat her up!

"All cleaned?"

"Go back to the Lord and deal with everything. None of them will be left."

"Well, send some people to watch. Remember, she must not be hurt. Report any news immediately."

"Yes -"

In the dark, the man withdrew from the room. A figure turned around. The mask on his face was full of cold light, like Shura in hell. People were afraid when they saw it.

Is it true that the news is really in her hands? He went to the case with some trouble and began to grind his pen. He just got a news today. He wanted to secretly observe her movements. Unexpectedly, he saw a thin figure struggling to dig a hole when he just went. Looking at the interesting appearance, he gave up his idea until she dug it, Drag the body on the ground and throw it into the pit.

After looking at the traces around him, he was a little strange. An official lady, even if she couldn't be spoiled on weekdays, wouldn't kill without blinking an eye, not to mention that even dealing with the corpse was like routine.

Moreover, he was curious about the way of killing people. She was really a woman like a mystery. She didn't have a sense of bondage. She could be ruthless but affectionate. She always felt interesting and bright in front of her eyes.

He was interested and wanted to uncover her layers of veil to see what kind of person this woman was.

At the same time, ye Fei got the news. At the moment, she was leaning on her couch, and Chunlan was helping her fan and reporting the secrets.

"The emperor really knows?"

Ye Fei on the couch didn't open her eyes, but asked softly.

"Empress, the news from the Jingshi room is absolutely right. On that day, the emperor came. In fact, he was ready. It was only Xu's performance on that day that softened the emperor's heart."

Ye Fei finally opened her eyes, which was desolate. "He still wants me to die, just, just," she slowly closed her eyes, and a drop of crystal tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes, disappeared into her hair, leaving only a line of traces.

"How many days has the dark guard on the moon come?"

Chunlan thought and replied, "it's five days."

"Five days?" imperial concubine ye said, "he won't come again in the future. It seems that the emperor is really anxious!"

Chunlan bowed her head and was worried. If the emperor really wanted to kill her master, she would do her best to protect her.

"It seems that we have to get that thing as soon as possible," said Ye Fei. She opened her eyes again. It was clear and bright. She could no longer see the slightest sadness and was as quiet as water.

At this point, she has nothing to worry about. She just goes out. If the emperor really wants to kill her, she is sure to escape with the palace.

In the future, it's not too late to kill her son with the queen. One day, she will let her family bury her dead son.

She will never forget that it was snowing heavily that day. She was happily making small clothes. In two months, she could see her children. However, because of a bowl of tocolysis, her child died in her stomach.

The blood man in the basin, she always remembers, so small, so lovely, so poor, lying alone in the cold blood basin, that's her flesh and blood!

Hate, boundless hate spread to the bottom of her heart. Her hand slowly came to her abdomen. There was a boy who would kick her every day. She remembered how happy she was and looked forward to his arrival, but now, there will never be life again.

Who can understand the pain in her heart and the hatred in her heart?

Chunlan noticed the action of concubine Ye. She knew that maybe the empress remembered the past, so she said, "empress, you must stick to it! Only if you live can you hope to avenge the little master."

Ye Fei nodded with tears. The cry could not stop. After so long, she was very tired. She had been scarred for a long time, just for the love that seems ridiculous now.

Under the lights, Chunlan silently wiped the water marks on her cheeks for ye Fei, and her heart was also in pain

"Let other people be more comfortable these days. The emperor can kill one of us and both of us. It's good to avoid unnecessary losses for the time being."

"Yes -"

The funny thing is that they thought it was done by the emperor, because they never thought it would be the moon with no martial arts on the surface. The poor emperor took the black pot for her. In addition, he and imperial concubine Ye ran counter to each other and would never be like the past. Everyone is on deep alert. Who would be foolish enough to trust each other again?

The palace will always be a secret, and there will never be a secret. It will always be cold-blooded. The law of the jungle, who is weak, who is dead.

The culprit of this matter is taking a bath and enjoying it comfortably. She sits and keeps throwing petals of Angelica dahurica. It's no big deal when she wakes up after being hurt by the piano sound. There's nothing unusual except some fishy smell in her mouth.

I had no idea that her young lady had killed someone and destroyed her body.