Su Kui sleepily props up his body, looks at the room which looks a little dim because of closing the flower window, and asks, "has the letter to xuange been sent?"
Seven days ago, she wrote a letter. The writing on the letter was written with special liquid medicine. There was no special method. Even if the information on it was intercepted by others, it could not be seen that it was wrong.
There was only a very short line at the end of the letter: "the emperor is seriously ill, hurry back!"
That night, the letter was sent out by kuama jiabian. She was in the deep palace and naturally had no such ability. However, Jingning, the father of jingliuyuan, left her with resources, which could absolutely guarantee her freedom in the deep palace and the ability to control the outside world.
When asked about the business, red lotus's face turned cold. She immediately gave Yingluo a sidelong look. Seeing that she was going out and guarding her heart and soul, she promised that no one would overhear her. Then she leaned over to Su Kui's ear and whispered, "Your Highness has received the news, and now she should be on her way back!"
When she spoke, Honglian's eyes were full of undisguised amazement and admiration. She could say that she looked at the helpless and cold-blooded appearance of the two people in the deep palace step by step. Who could have thought that one day, the wolf cub who was full of vigilance towards people also wore the robe of God and sat in the highest position in the world?
Hearing Honglian's words, Su Kui's frown is not only not loose, but more tight. She rubs her swollen temple and sighs wearily, "I'm afraid there will be changes in the palace. I hope he can come back as soon as possible..."
There is a lot of worry in the words.
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however, that night, the accident happened suddenly!
Su Kui's worry is not for no reason. She is always restless these two days and often wakes up at night with palpitations. Tonight, I dreamed of the South Xuan GE's failure, and was killed by the heart of the arrow. But her fate returned to the original. She was far away from the north desert and the relatives, and was cut down limbs in extreme grief, making her * a man, not to survive, but not to die.
That night, after waking up with sweat, the chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, and no longer sleepy.
"Red lotus."
She cried out to let red lotus pour her a glass of water to moisten her throat, but after waiting for a long time, she did not respond at all.
Su Kui doesn't like other people's breath. In addition to the large maid Yingluo and Honglian, who usually serve, other palace people are not summoned and are absolutely forbidden to walk in the palace. Red lotus is the most clever on weekdays. How can it not react today?
Her heart beat so fast that she quickly lifted the quilt and got up. She wrapped a cloak at will and stepped out quickly.
She was upset and had to explore. She firmly believes that the nightmare, which is absolutely not a good one, is not without reason.
As soon as he stepped out of the hall door, he was hit by a hurried figure. Su Kui was hit hard and fell backward. His back hit the corner of the table. He couldn't get up because of the pain.
Honglian didn't expect Su Kui to wake up in the middle of the night. Moreover, she behaved very impatiently. But at the moment, it's too late to think about it. Seeing Su Kui's face white with pain, she screams that it's too bad. She hurries to hold her. "Princess, are you ok? Do you want to call Taiyi? It's all slaves. Damn it... "
The rest of the words were interrupted by Su Kui's hands. Her eyes were tightly locked on Honglian's arm bound with white cloth. Her eyelids were jumping so hard that her heart sank down. She finally knew where the unexplained palpitation came from --
She tightly pressed her lips and calmly and calmly, "when did she die?"