She sat in the soft carriage, the sun shone down, and the waves in the moat were shimmering - but, she knew, it was dyed red by blood. Such a soft and quiet moat, at this time, corpses were everywhere, and it was terrible.
The damaged bridges were full of gravel and debris. The palace ladies could only walk carefully, for fear of falling. The horse's hooves were bent from time to time, and even after long training, it was very difficult.
Even Xinya's crying stopped. She was supported by several eunuchs, her hair was messy in the wind, and her body was about to fall down several times. Even Zuo Shufei, who had always been pampered, did not dare to show up, and she lowered her head. , without anyone helping him, he walked his own path carefully.
This short bridge seems so long!
It seems that I have never walked such a long way in my life.
The sedan chairmen have been trained and are more careful when they are afraid of the queen's bumps. However, even so, they still shake off when they are downhill.
Eunuch Gao and Empress Zhang ran around and nervously: "Be careful... slow down, slower..."
"Empress, are you okay?"
Fangfei kept enduring the strong pain and prevented herself from crying out.
At this time, who can live a pampering life?
Moreover, I am already the only one sitting on a soft carriage. Even His Majesty is riding a horse and walking slowly.
She looked back casually, but saw His Majesty riding a horse was not far behind her, and was protecting Wei Chen and Zhang Jie - the autumn sun shone on his head and face, illuminating his confusion and panic.
The first time in her life she saw him look like a knife.
She thought, what was His Majesty thinking?
What did he say to His Majesty with such a creepy smile before his death?
However, she no longer had to think about so much, because there were bursts of pain in her abdomen, and she couldn't suppress it, like a knife.
I can already see the situation of Pingcheng across the river.
There are still smoke and dust everywhere. There are very few pedestrians on the street. The prosperity of the past is now hard to find, and everyone is hiding.