Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

The snowflakes fell quietly outside the window, he tightly clenched the thin quilt on his body, silently looked at the person holding the medicine in front of him, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his dark eyes, he coughed dryly twice with the last of his strength , raised his hand and overturned the hot concoction, and the maid in front of the hot concoction screamed.

"Ah! It's so hot!" The palace maid hurriedly shook her dress, looked at the large dank brown, and even changed her voice, "Damn Gemini, what are you doing?!"

"You think... I don't know... you..." Jiang Luoyu coughed intermittently as she spoke, her skinny face was facing the candlelight, and she looked at him since she entered the cold palace. The little palace servant who was watching him by his side, the candlelight seemed to illuminate the ghost crawling out of hell, "...do you want me to die?"

Her skirt was dyed like this, obviously she couldn't wear it anymore, and the servant girl's expression was even more contemptuous, and she didn't care about raising her head to crouch on the person lying on the bed, she just shook her skirt and said in a bitter tone: "Princess , what you said is wrong. Where is it that I want you to die, but the nobleman wants you to die. "

Jiang Luoyu lowered his head and coughed heavily for a while, a sickly blush appeared on his pale face, the corners of his chapped lips were slightly pursed, and he looked even more terrifying under the light: "My lord... is Jiang Hui?"

"Princess, how can you call the imperial concubine's name directly?" The maid twisted her body angrily, her disdainful eyes finally no longer concealed, she met Jiang Luo Yusen's cold eyes with murderous intent, without any concealment Frowning impatiently, he hummed to the coughing person on the bed,

"Disrespectful, you will be beheaded!"

Jiang Luoyu kept coughing lowly, and could barely hear the maidservant's next words, but her face became paler like a ghost: "...haha...cough cough..."

Before his coughing stopped, there was the sound of stepping on the snow outside the door, followed by a delicate and provocative female voice, with strong mockery in her voice: "It seems, cousin I'm not afraid of being killed."

Hearing this voice, Jiang Luoyu trembled all over, suddenly lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, murmured and coughed: "...Jiang... Hui

The door of the dilapidated hut in the cold palace was opened, and the howling cold wind rolled in snowflakes. The maidservant with her back to the door turned around hastily, and knelt down towards the bright red figure who came in with a flattering smile on her face. , Shouted: "The servant girl pays homage to the imperial concubine, the empress is a thousand years old!"

The person who entered the door breathed out a breath of heat, tightened the hot stove in his hand, frowned and looked around for a while, then waved his hands impatiently, and let the two maids, who were full of flowers and flowers, move over the chair cushion behind him. The beautiful and noble woman, dressed in colorful phoenix robes, wearing glazed white jade on her waist, and eight-treasure golden phoenix hairpin on her head, sat in the back of the room and quietly waited on her. Behind her, by the way, he picked up the little palace maid who was kneeling on the ground.

"Go down, I want to talk to the princess."

Jiang Luoyu tightly grasped the shabby blood-stained quilt under her body, endless hatred and killing intent surged in her dark eyes, her thin chest heaved violently, and the blood-stained corners of her lips said in a hateful voice: "You... ..."

"You don't have to look at me with such eyes. You are worthless in His Majesty's eyes." Jiang Hui said as she bent down slightly, and the hot air from her red lips hit her pale cheek with a mocking smile. , "Such a decent way of death is better than being given to die by His Majesty one day, what does my cousin say?"

Before she finished speaking, the person who was lying on the bed suddenly lowered his head and coughed more violently. His pale and thin fingers

But trembling, he lifted it up, and before the woman in front of him could react, he grabbed her face, and there were a few bright red scratches on her delicate face, and the painful person screamed.

"Ah! You! You madman!"