"It can't be said that it's morning, it should be said that it's almost noon. My princess, it's almost time to have lunch. How about it, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to pass on the meal?"
"I?"
Yue Nu wanted to get up, so she moved her body. Her head felt dizzy and she fell limp on the couch. There was no energy left in her body. It seemed as if her body was empty for a moment.
Seeing her pale face and weak appearance, Mingzhu hurriedly stepped forward and helped her lie down.
"Princess, you better not get up. I'll just go and hold it. Otherwise, if Manager Yalin sees it, he doesn't know how he will scold me?"
"No, it's not a big deal if I want to get up. Maybe I was frightened by the blood yesterday. I should be fine after a night's rest. Help me sit on the piano stand in front of the window. I want to play a piece of music. Go.
Get rid of the annoyance in your heart. When the fire in your heart is gone, you will be fine."
Mingzhu saw that the princess had said this. She couldn't refute, so she pouted and helped Yue Nu up, carried her to the piano stand in front of the window, and sat down. Worried that Yue Nu would get cold, she even put her silver fox cloak on it.
Yue Nu's body. Then he went out to prepare lunch.
Yue Nu sat down and glanced out the window with blurred eyes. It was already late autumn. The red leaves in the garden by the window were falling, and the fruit was growing. All life had lost the brightest green color in summer. Some were still alive.
Retaining the deepest hustle and bustle of life, some only retain a touch of life. Deep in the garden, there is a tall poplar forest with fallen leaves flying, giving off a different kind of desolation in such a season.
Yue Nu felt that her heart was helplessly flying in the air with the fallen leaves, and finally fell on the mud. A feeling of misery, loneliness, and an indescribable depression emerged from Yue Nu's heart.
come out.
Death, yes, at that moment, a kind of boredom with life inexplicably appeared in Yue Nu's heart. She felt so lonely, so sad, so sad...
Pain, uncontrollable pain rushed into her heart in an instant. Yes, it was pain, a kind of spiritual pain, a kind of physical pain.
In an instant, various illusions appeared before her eyes...
What was that? Oh my God, it was blood, it was shackles, it was long wooden shackles. She saw it, God, what did she see? She saw a young woman in ragged clothes with a big belly. She was wrinkled.
She raised her eyebrows and held her stomach, and she fell. Oh my God, she fell on the snow. Yes, it was snow, white and icy snow that dazzled people. She was cold and she was in pain.
Ah, what is that? Blood, blood again, blood everywhere. The blood flowed, flowed, flowed to the woman's feet. The woman's frightened look struck her like lightning.
heart.
What is that thing that is so bright and dazzling? Oh my god, it is a knife, it is a flying knife. It has been flying towards the young woman. It has arrived, it has arrived, it has flown in front of the woman's head, and there is also fear in the woman's eyes.
The shadow of the flying knife appeared. The next moment, there was a crisp sound, which was the sound of the flying knife being knocked away by another sharp weapon. However, the nearest flying knife still scratched the woman's eyebrow. Ah,
A sharp scream came from the woman's mouth. Pain, pain, unspeakable pain, pain in the stomach, pain between the eyebrows. The woman was drowned in an instant.
Blood, thick blood slipped from her forehead and from her eyes. She watched in horror as the bright red blood slipped from her eyes. The next moment, she fell into a pool of blood and corpses.
When her head hit the ground, she felt a sharp pain, as if a sharp sword had pierced her skull. After a moment of dizziness, she passed out...
Scenes of visions passed through Yue Nu's mind, as if they were actually happening to her.
Boundless pain, despair, and the shadow of death appeared on her pale face.
Yue Nu slowly stood up and walked step by step toward the railing outside the window...
"Princess?"
As soon as Mingzhu came in with the jade bowl, he saw that the princess looked like she had lost her mind. She was standing by the railing in front of the window. She was just one step away from falling out of the railing. There was a lake outside the railing, my God,
Mingzhu couldn't imagine it. She was shocked and screamed, and the jade bowl fell to the ground. There was a crisp sound. The hot soup splashed all over her body and face, and she didn't bother to wipe it off. She stepped over and stretched out her hand.
Pulled Yue Nu down.
Perhaps it was Mingzhu's shout that pulled Yuenu's soul back. The crisp cracking sound of the jade awoke Yuenu from her dream. She was pulled back by Mingzhu and sat on the couch indoors, feeling something in her heart.
I was confused and didn't understand what was going on.
This time, Mingzhu was shocked. The moment she pulled the princess, she seemed to see a large flow of bright red blood on the silver fox cloak of the princess. However, when she looked carefully, there was nothing there.
If the blood hadn't been so real, she would have thought it was a dream. She was dazzled. She thought something must have happened.
I don’t know why, but things didn’t go well for the rest of that day. Something always happened to Yue Nu without her realizing it. Either she almost got pricked with chopsticks while eating, or she fell down inexplicably while walking. It was even more incomprehensible.
Yes, Yue Nu's heart was full of sorrow. She always saw scenes of illusions, which were so real. But without exception, all the illusions were sad. They reminded her of all kinds of misfortunes.
It made her feel the meaninglessness of living and the relief of death.
In the afternoon, King Qi returned to the palace. His face was also gloomy. Siluo's strange and bloody smile was in his mind all morning. He didn't know what was wrong with him. His temper was violent, and he
He wanted to get angry, he wanted to kill someone. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had Silu buried generously. After all, she had been with him for so many years and died so miserably.
He also asked Zi Jing about Silo's strange way of death, and they concluded that it might be a kind of spell. But why did Silo die and what spell did she cast?
Does Yue Slave really have nothing to do with this?
He thought again of the strange blood that flowed to Yue Slave so magically. Did Yue Slave really have nothing to do with this matter?
"Yue'er?"
As soon as he entered Yueqing Palace, he saw Yue Nu in a daze in the shadow of the lamp, with Mingzhu standing behind her. Yue Nu seemed to have seen nothing, only staring at the fallen leaves in the autumn wind outside the window.
"Are you here, Mrs. Xiangyun?"
"It's okay. I'll give you a grand burial. She also followed me anyway."
"He's buried, is he dead like this?"
"Yes, Yue'er, I have something to ask you. Are you really not related to this matter?"
"you?"
Yue Nu looked at Yin Qi hurt, what are these words? Listening to Yin Qi's meaning, did he think she had something to do with this matter? He didn't believe her. Yue Nu felt her heart hurt so much for a moment.