Legend of a Drop-dead Gorgeous Princess

Concubine Xue looked at Sima Hui tightly guarding the Pearl, suddenly seemed to have been taken away, only an empty shell was left in her body, and she didn't want to ask him why. She couldn't move a step, and the overwhelming fatigue came over like a tide. It turns out that she has been living in her dream for so many years.

The sun was shining brightly, but she felt cold all over. In this icy world, his thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Qingyun found two men with weird looks behind them, with swords in their hands tightly clinging to the trousers, quietly moving in.

"There are assassins!" Qing Yun shouted.

The two had already jumped over, and Yang Jian killed Sima Hui's face. Everything happened in an instant.

Everyone was shocked by the affairs of Wang Shang and Concubine Xue. No one paid attention to these two people. When everyone found out, they had already been by Sima Hui's side.

Two people raised their swords at the same time. Mingzhu yelled: "Help, King!"

Sima Hui didn't even want to stand in front of Mingzhu. He took off the dagger from his boots and stab the oncoming person in the chest, and the other person's sword arrived!

"Guardian!"

"Kings!"

"The King!"

"Big Brother!" Qingyun screamed.

The voices were full of voices, but suddenly, all the voices seemed to freeze.

The dagger in Sima Hui's hand pierced into the heart of one of the assassins, and the sword of the other assassin plunged into a woman's back. He stared at the woman who stood in front of the emperor with his sword from behind. After penetrating the woman, blood gushed out, and hot blood dripped on his wrist.

At the same time, he was also pierced by the guard, still holding the sword tightly in his hand, and fell to the ground. The sword was pulled out of the woman, and blood spurted out.

Concubine Xue shook, vomiting blood, and fell to the ground when her body became soft.

Sima Hui stretched out his hands to catch her and hugged her in his arms.

"Xue'er! Why?" His voice was dull and trembling.

Concubine Xue opened her eyes, her cold hand slowly stroking his eyes: "I, I don't know why I want to save you! I hate myself! I hate... Sima Hui, whenever you look with these eyes When I was, what you said, I thought it was true. Now I want to come, these eyes are really cold. Sima Hui, at this time, at this time... I see heartache in your eyes, this is that true?"

Sima Hui held her hand and placed it to her lips.

"Why should I come over, why should I hear you say this, why don't you keep cheating, even if it is cheating, I am willing to... Look, I am asking what you are asking... But I really hate it, I really I hate you... Sima Hui, I hate you so much..."

Her voice rang softly in his ears, slowly squirming, like a loving kiss every day and night in the past three years....

Her wrists dropped weakly, and her blood-stained hands were exposed.

The snow-white face was splattered with blood, and the dark divergence, the slightly curled eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the warm sunlight.

She is the prime minister's favorite daughter. She married the king who was thinking of her heart.

Now she is dead, so embarrassed.

Severe winter. sunny. But there was snow, and large swaths of snowflakes were flying in the sun. A large group of gray clouds slowly rose up in the distance, covering the sun little by little.

Qingyun burst into tears.

Sima Hui's narrow eyes narrowed severely. Qingyun could see his chins were constantly moving. As if something was going to jump out. He breathed heavily, holding Concubine Xue, motionless.

Qing Yun turned on the sedan chair and returned to the Yilan Temple.

What is locked in this gorgeous and heavy palace?

It has been snowing in the afternoon. Qingyun nestled in the warm Yilan Hall, grilling the charcoal stove, watching the fluttering snow.

The heavy snow fluttered down one night, and the next day, heavy snow closed the door.

Funerals are going on in the palace. After all, in this palace change, although King Yi's people were wiped out in one fell swoop, two ministers died and three empresses died in the palace.

After three days of heavy snowfall, it stopped. The waiters had just swept the yard for a while and dropped a thin layer.

Qingyun and Xiaojing's injuries are not healed, Xiaojing's injuries are worse than Qingyun's, and Qingyun sometimes goes to Xiaojing to change her dressing. Change the medicine Qingyun personally dispensed.

There are still a few days before the New Year. Qing Yun wanted to heal his wounds, and after the New Year, he left Nanzhao Kingdom to find his son and Ling Chen.

The day before the Chinese New Year, Qingyun saw Yan San and Wan Jun at the door whispering something, his face solemn.

Seeing Qingyun watching them, Yan San quickly said: "At noon today, the rebels were beheaded, hundreds of people..."

"Oh, where's King Yi?"

Yan Sandao: "King Yi will also be beheaded, as well as the queen's younger brother, as well as the ministers who have liaison with the rebels. The king is furious this time, and all those involved will die, and no one will intercede... "

Wan Jun patted Yan San, and Yan San immediately shut up and said nothing.

Qingyun hadn't been out for many days. At dusk, there was a heavy snowfall again. Qingyun put on a smoky cloak and left the Yilan Temple.

Yan San and Wan Jun followed behind. "Are there plum blossoms in the palace?" Qing Yun asked.

"Yes, the humble post takes Madam." Yan Sandao.

Qingyun walked very slowly with a limping leg, and Yan San also walked slowly. In the harem of Sima Hui, except for the Queen's Moon Immortal Palace on the night of the palace change, she had never visited other places.

Many palace walls and masters of the Nanzhao Kingdom's palace are white, unlike those in Daxing, most of them are resplendent yellow and blue.

Yan San brought Qingyun to a large plum blossom forest. Since she was a child, she has liked winter, snow thinking, and plum in the snow.

The plum blossoms are blooming, red, yellow, and even green. For the first time, Qingyun saw green plum blossoms, bright green petals, with yellow stamens, embellished in ice and snow, like winter spirits.

Qing Yun looked up, and the gloom in his heart gradually dispersed these few days.

It's just that it's so quiet here, it's not like a bustling palace at all, like an empty suburb.

Behind Meilin is a huge palace complex, scattered and magnificent, but unfortunately there are no lights or people, and it is quiet like a huge tomb.

"Whose palace is this? Why is it so silent?" Qingyun asked.

Yan San bowed his head: "Emperor Xue Fei."

Yes. Such a gorgeous but lonely palace should indeed be her palace.

"You are here, I'll take a look." Qingyun refused to let Yan San and Wan Jun follow.

She passed through Merlin and walked slowly.

Qingyun can probably guess one or two stories about this woman. Sima Hui put the dragon talisman related to Nan Zhao's survival and his life to his favorite Xue Fei. Xue Fei maintained her life and even lost her father. Later, she learned that this dragon talisman was fake.

She has not been pregnant since her marriage, but Sima Hui did not want her to become pregnant. Because of the various interests and checks and balances in the court.

Rumor has it that she is the king's favorite woman, and she herself thinks so. Later it was discovered that she was nothing more than Sima Hui who transferred everything to her to block the sword, because of her prominent family background and her own ability to withstand the swords and swords in the harem.

The woman Sima Hui really likes is not her.

When she heard the truth accidentally, she collapsed and died.

Qingyun sighed, no matter how smart a woman is, she can't escape a love character, such as herself. But I don't know why, she likes this Xue Fei very much, although they don't have any intersection, don't even know each other.