Yue Fusang wanted to see Su Kui the next day. He thought all night and finally decided to look into his heart.
However, this time out of his expectation, sukui did not see him, or even hear the voice.
He was stopped outside the hall, and mirror worship firmly prevented him from going in, and told him firmly, "if he breaks in, the Pope will not be happy!"
Finally, Yue Fusang lowered his eyes and listened to the words of mirror worship. Seeing that he couldn't come hard, mirror Si turned around and went back to Yinluo hall. The tall red carved wooden door closed slowly in front of him.
Yu Guangli saw that mirror Si's face was pale and his eyes were puffy, obviously crying for a long time.
What's wrong with this?
His heart wrenched, countless ideas flashed through his mind, and he denied them one by one.
No, it won't. She's so strong. How could she have an accident?
However, as the most trusted maid and loyal subordinate, why did Jingsi suddenly appear this look? As if the general, eyes, full of despair.
He pursed his lips, and the hand that hung over his side became a fist.
Yue Fusang stood outside the temple for a long time, but still didn't wait for any response. He raised his eyes. The bright sunlight on his head could not bring warmth in winter. The chilly wind rustled the green bamboos, and the snow fell down, as if another heavy snow had begun.
There are fine snow particles falling into his eyes, cold and cold, inexplicable, cool to the heart.
At last, he took a deep look at the closed gate of the hall of Yin Luo. Then he took a step back to the hall of no name.
Today, we can't wait for the result. If he could, he would like to break in hard, but if she didn't want him to see her, his behavior would only attract rejection.
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Su Kui lies on the bed feebly, and the blood stained bedding has been replaced. Mirror worship just wiped her body, this time, mirror worship regardless of her habits, forced to burn the dragon. So the air in the bedroom was warm and she yawned sleepily.
Last night's pain seemed like a nightmare to her. Now her whole body was in a light floating feeling, as if she had eaten the elixir and wanted to soar. She was amused by her ideas, and a pear whirlpool was deep in her cheek.
Mirror worship see her smile, can't help but red eyes.
She stood outside the door for a long time, and when she could barely control her mood, she walked slowly into the dormitory. Maybe the Godhead is really happy now, isn't she? Because, finally to be free, however, the bottom of the grief, almost submerged her.
She is still so young, but she has been trapped here all her life. She looks like a gorgeous peony with a natural beauty. However, the heart is already rotten, leaving only the white bones and the empty heart.
Therefore, the Pope did not like sadness, and she would never show sadness in front of her again, just smile.
The palace was very depressed, and all the maids were worried. In the morning, they could not wait for the master to send an emissary, so they called the master's mirror worship. When the mirror worship opened the tent, he saw the man lying on the bed in the pool of blood. His white inner clothes were already bloodstained.
That picture is absolutely shocking.
The woman lies on her back on the bed, her face is pale, and her lips are dry with blood. For a moment, Jingsi shakes her hands to explore the woman's breath. She really thinks that she is dead.