The Prince Wants to Leave His Concubine

"Baby, your wound is cracked? Jing Ping, quickly send the dark guard to him to have a look."

Finally, King Ning suppressed his fright and sternly told Jing Ping. He wanted to step forward to check, but he finally stayed in place. For this close and close brother from a young age, he suddenly felt that he could not come close and did not dare. Come closer. In this life, only the emperor and the prince have given him the same feeling, but those are the distance brought by power, and the weight of that distance is much deeper than the previous ones.

Others seemed to be just like him, so everyone forgot to help each other.

Jing Ping seemed to wake up from the shock and ran out, but was stopped by Shangguan.

"Jinghong, what are you holding? What have you done?"

Zong Pu followed, and his voice was trembling slightly.

"Shangguan Jinghong, where did you get our master? We have been to the ice cellar, she is not here!"

It was the shocked and angry questions from the maidservant who suddenly came outside the door to let people know the answer.

Shangguan Jinghong lowered his eyes, condensed his hand on the paper, and replied, "You don't have to look for it. I took her corpse to the study, and Xiannuan opened it. I want to get this thing."

The dusk is not very quiet, there are always some sounds around, but these sounds seem to be completely dead at this moment.

Quietly rustling.

That was the sound of Shangguan rubbing the paper in shock.

Only this voice is left.

He spoke so calmly, as if he had just said that he had cut an animal, not a person, his favorite woman.

After the death-like silence, the whole hall became chaotic.

The beauty blushed, and went forward with the Big Four, and Lao Tie, Jing Ping and Jing Qing stepped forward to stop.

Shangguan Jinghong didn't fight back, he was still very quiet, staring at the paper in his hand.

A kind of choking that is extremely suffocating and makes people want to scream, but can’t scream. It was like a choking in the throat until Lao Tie and the others subdued the two pairs of maidservants and tapped dumb acupoints. Shen Qingling suddenly I found that my feet could not take a step forward. She obviously wanted to get close to him, but when he faintly uttered those words, she stopped in horror.

There is fear; there is also a cold tremor that flows from the soles of her feet to every pore in her body, making her struggling. There has never been a moment more fear than the present-even when the leader is newly dying and the man is grief and mad.

It turns out that the most terrifying emotion of a person is never madness but indifference. She suddenly felt that she would never be able to walk by this man.

Without the voice of the four beauties, the surroundings fell into terrible silence again.

Everyone looked at each other and found that the others were shaking slightly invisible.

No one knew what Shangguan Jinghong would do, just as no one thought that the leader would eat something into his belly.

None of these two people, this man and that woman, understood their thoughts. Maybe, only they know it.

Lang Linling felt that something was cold on his eyelashes, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't make a sound. In a trance, only one voice trembled, "Brother Jinghong, why are you doing that?" "

It was Dong Ning who asked the question.

Shangguan Jing Hongfang slowly raised his head and smiled at the corners of his mouth. "She took pains to remind me that I also want to see me and her child. She will not come back again. Well, that's fine."

He spoke softly, with a hint of dark red spilling from his mouth, and the blood on his robe did not know whether it was the leader or his.

He paused suddenly as he spoke, and his eyes were quiet, as if suddenly plunged into some memories.

Everyone's heart seemed to be caught by something. They wanted to ask him the secret of this oil paper, and wanted to ask him what he thought of, but didn't dare to be disturbed.

So, they didn't know, in his mind, at this moment, there was a solemn hall floating, outside the hall, the frosting flowers bloomed into a sea of ​​pink clouds.

There were guests in the temple that day.

Three people sat around the table in the samovar.

Two men. A bright yellow robe with a jade crown with hair tied; a plain white robe with a blue silk not tied in a bun like the former, but tied with a blue hair band at the end.

The two are playing.

Another woman in a purple dress sat beside the man with a jade crown.

She and the man seemed to be husband and wife. Under the table, the man's hand was holding her hand.

There are several young novice monks cleaning in the courtyard, and several monks guarding behind the white-robed man-these people are big people when they go out, but for this man, they are just his disciples. Therefore, their postures are very pious, and they stand quietly, waiting for what the man has to say.

The sound of the morning class was very loud, coming from the hall, but it didn't seem to disturb the players at all. The chessboard was black and white, and the composition was extremely stable. At this point, a game of chess has been played for a long time, and the winner is still undecided. The monks are all looking at it, and they become more nervous and hold their breath. At this time, both sides are in danger, and one mistake is the end of the game.

The woman looked a little bored, leaned slightly on her husband's shoulder, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

A group of white shadows sprang out of the hall at an extremely fast speed and jumped to the table. When this thing landed, the tail flicked and the chess pieces suddenly scattered, and a round had to be declared dead.

"Flying, transform me back into a human form."

It squatted on the chessboard, **** facing the yellow-robed man, but its blue eyes looked angrily at the white-robed man.

This thing has pointed ears, and it is a little fox.

"This little animal, dare to disturb the Lord Buddha, the Queen of Heaven, Yaxing!"

The monks scolded, a monk came to lift the tail of the little fox, and with a squeak, it jumped onto the knee of the man in white robe.

The pair of men and women turned out to be the Empress of Heaven, but the man in white clothes was the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas.

The empress laughed low, but the monks panicked. This little fairy is so bold. Is the knee of the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas a place where it can have fun?

"Buddha Lord forgive me." The people said in fear, and then reached out to catch the little fox.

The white-robed man suddenly stretched his hand between the monk and the little fox.