Chapter 697

This method of harming people is called soul separation, which was once despised by Princess song.

At the beginning, she was also an innocent girl, curious about everything. Once she accidentally found a dark box in her mother's room, and then she saw the booklet. There are other things in the dark grid, such as villains made of cloth, some yellow paper, white plates painted with vermilion patterns, and even Buna's thousand layer bottom

She didn't know what her mother was collecting these things for.

Just after she finished reading the soul separation recorded in the book, her mother came in.

Princess song still remembers that when her mother found the pamphlet in her hand, her face suddenly turned iron blue, which made her dull on the spot. A slap in the face woke her up. Her mother was angry and gnashing her teeth. She still hasn't forgotten all kinds of warnings. Whenever she recalls this matter, her face seems to be still in hot pain.

But because of this, she was just curious to turn around, but the slap in the face made Princess song remember the content of soul separation for more than ten years.

Since she was moved to the remnant Moon Palace, Princess song has no hope for the future. All glory and wealth are gone with the wind, leaving only the false name of a princess, which completes the benevolence and filial piety of the new emperor Nangong Qing, but pays her youth and hope.

Even the Song family has declined. What can Princess song expect? In despair, she thought of revenge.

Therefore, she finally remembered the soul separation technique, as if she had seen it only yesterday.

Originally, she just wanted to have a try. After all, when she heard the name of this kind of thing, she knew that it was the inferior method used by those boudoir women to complain and vent their anger, which was not elegant. But even if it didn't work, it's better to vent. After paying the pain of connecting fingers and hearts, Princess song finally made her first decision.

And tonight, it's Princess song's thirteenth time.

She was already familiar with the process. Even if there was a pattern drawn on yellow paper by memory in front of her, Princess song just habitually glanced at it and began to write.

The white tip of the pen had been dyed red by blood. Princess song slowly drew on the paper.

She didn't know what kind of pattern she was painting. Just by memory and occasionally looking at the template painted for the first time on yellow paper, she had painted very smoothly. The winding lines are intertwined together, like a silk thread of fate, intertwined and shuttled, dazzling with complexity.

The yellow paper was printed with a pattern of blood. Slowly, a smell of blood came out of the air. Cutting branches did not dare to move, and there was an uproar in my heart. Although she had seen Princess song's paintings many times, she still looked at her heartbeat, as if those patterns were magical and wanted to suck away her soul.

She shivered violently, pruned back to her senses, and pinched her thigh. The sharp pain made her calm again.

Finally, Princess song put down her pen and drew a circular pattern on the yellow paper one foot square in front of her. It is surrounded by lines. In the middle is Nangong Hong's birthday eight characters. There is nothing wrong.

A cool wind suddenly blew in. Princess song turned her head and looked alert.

It was quiet outside the window. There was nothing. A new moon hung in the sky. The night sky is dim and the autumn is slightly cool. Even the shadow printed on the ground seems blurred.

"Cut the branches and go and close the window." Princess Song said.

"Yes, princess." Pruning got up, went to the window and looked out.

Suddenly, she saw a flower in front of her eyes, as if she saw something, passing by from a distance. But when she looked again, there was nothing. She couldn't even hear a sound. Only the cool wind blew on her face, making it more and more dark and frightening.

Close the window quickly, cut the branches and close the east window, and then return to Princess song.

A burning smell came. The pruning saw clearly that Princess song was burning her hair.

The one inch long hair was collected by a small eunuch who was responsible for cleaning the room of the twelfth Lord after she spent a lot of effort. It cost her ten Liang silver. It is conceivable how difficult it is to clean up such a bundle of hair from a pile of garbage.

The baby's hair is as thin as silk. As soon as it touches the candle, it burns up and turns into scum smaller than rice. Princess song, like a treasure, carefully collected the black residue, put it on the yellow paper that had just drawn the spell, and then lit the yellow paper.

The long flame burns the yellow paper and turns it into ashes, burning a faint trace on the desktop.

Pruning had already prepared the tea and quickly brought it over. Princess song grabbed the black ash burned from the yellow paper on the table, put it into her mouth, drank a mouthful of water and swallowed it gnashing her teeth.

The tea flowed out along the corner of her mouth. The bitter and fishy smell made her swallow her eyes, but she coughed and swallowed it as if she were desperately, and she still read vague words.

At the same time

Far away, in a temple, sleeping on a large bed, a small body suddenly trembled and then moved.

The maid in waiting on one side jumped in her heart. Her sleepy eyes suddenly widened and almost screamed out. She quickly covered her mouth without making a sound, and rushed out with a big change in her face

Until she rushed outside the hall, she lowered her voice and shouted, "no, the twelve princes are ill again!"

But a moment later, the news had reached the queen mother of the main hall. She didn't care to dress up, put on a fox fur cloak and arrived at the side hall. Seeing Nangong Hong walking around the room, she couldn't stop worrying.

"Don't worry, your majesty. They're ready for tonight..."

At the same time, Su Yi woke up with a start. It was Su Yi's soft words of relief that reminded her of her arranged plan. She murmured and folded her hands: "Amitabha, Buddha bless you. You must catch it this time!"

With the same murmuring voice, Empress Dowager Wang was full of worry, but Princess song's face was ferocious and only vicious.

"The soul rises... Come back, he is my slave. He will listen to the call from generation to generation..." the gloomy voice echoed in the dark hall, and the pruning felt more and more cold.

It's like countless ghosts come out of hell and surround him. These ghosts can't see or touch, but they make the surroundings full of cold. A cold wind swept through, and the pruning trembled all over. She obviously closed the window. How can there be wind?

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the closed door of the temple was knocked open from the outside, and countless forbidden troops rushed in with a crash.

"Princess song boldly used this poisonous and filthy magic to murder the twelve princes. Now the criminal evidence is conclusive, so she won't be arrested!" The leader of the forbidden army shouted loudly, and dozens of forbidden troops surrounding the hall drew out their sabers and aimed at the woman in the middle.

It was like a bolt from the blue. When I saw the person in front of me, I suddenly stared: "your majesty!"

No, it's exposed. She's dead!

No one looked at her at all. Everyone, including Nangong Qing, stared at Princess song.

The residue of a mouth dyed the red lips black. There was a trace of surprise on the ferocious face, and there was no time to hide the fear in the eyes. The slender jade fingers that were not taken back on the table were covered with blood and spotted holes, which seemed shocking.

Princess song stared at Nangong Qing. She didn't speak for a long time. The whole person was petrified and motionless.

The whole hall was silent

A little bit of sight shifted from the terrible and gloomy woman to the table. Nangong Qing looked at the yellow paper, candles and embroidery needles... Especially when the unused bowl was covered with blood, her face was heavy and blue!

"Princess song..."

Nangong Qing clenched his teeth and said angrily, "I treat you well. Why do you do this!?"

Her eyes gradually cleared, as if she had just awakened from the spell. Princess song turned her head hard, and her eyes looked one by one from the surrounding forbidden army, the eunuch xiaochunzi, and then Nangong Qing.

Why do you do this!

Why, why

She had wanted to ask why, but who would answer her? After suppressing her anger and resentment for more than a year, Princess song finally erupted like a volcano at this moment and laughed loudly: "Nangong Qing, why do you ask me? Why? Ha ha... Why do you ask me?"

"Revenge, don't you understand? I'm taking revenge!"

The sharp and high pitched voice seemed very clear at this moment and echoed in the empty Wanyue palace. The candle flickered, and shadows were projected on the wall. No one made a sound, which looked very strange and terrible.

Pruning knew that she was finished. She knelt on the ground and trembled. There was a curse from Princess song: "Nangong Qing, you hurt me so much. Fortunately, you mean to treat me well? Do you want to be shameless?"

"I've watched you grow up, and I've treated you well! Now that the emperor is gone, Nangong Qing treats me like this. You put me in the cold and let me live and die. Is that your benevolence and filial piety?! Nangong Chen's rebellion has nothing to do with me. Just because he has been close to me for a few days and said a few words, you suspect that I'm with Nangong Chen, too? Tell you, I'm too close Princess, Princess! But you hurt me so much, Nangong Qing, do you deserve me? "

If she was crazy, Princess song's sharp and high voice made no secret of it. With her angry eyes and waving arms, almost everyone was shocked. This woman, I'm afraid she's really crazy!

Nangong Qing's question was completely answered.

It turned out that this woman never took his kindness to heart! Only when he felt that he had hurt her and fished for fame and reputation, did he vent all his anger and resentment and use this poisonous spell to murder a little child.

"Princess song, do you really think you are innocent?"

Nangong Qing suddenly opened his mouth and showed a sense of dignity. He said angrily, "you say you have nothing to do with Nangong Chen? Are you innocent? Then I ask you, what is hidden in the underground secret room in the back garden of the Song family?"

"How do you mean to be wronged?"