Qinglan's pupils suddenly widened and accidentally kicked the fragments. The blood in her body seemed to solidify. There was only one message left in her mind, and she would kill him.
"Lying is to accept punishment." Qiongying slowly approached him and stretched out her slender hand...
"No..." Before Qing Lan could explain, his neck was already pinched by a cold hand.
He had no power to resist, and his body had been thrown out hard and swept across the curtain.
A violent cold wind came, the door of the hall opened, and Qinglan was thrown out.
With a bang, he fell outside the door, rolled down the steps, and fell onto the cold snow. The force was so strong that he made his blood roll.
"Get out." Her voice came from the hall.
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the door of the hall was closed by the cold wind, which made the snowflakes bounce. It was heard that she was angry.
"Cough cough..." Qing Lan spitted out a mouthful of blood, her face pale, and she had no strength to get up.
The thin snow fell slowly, and he was covered in snow and cold. Until now, he didn't know what he had made, but he thought it was good for this result.
But for some reason, when he heard the sound of "get out", he felt a little disappointed and despair.
The candlelight in the hall was extinguished, and the palace was trapped in the darkness, blending with the night.
Qinglan's face was pale, her lips were purple, she vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and she lost consciousness, and she fell completely on the snow.
I don’t know if it was God’s pity for him or if the snow had fallen for too long, the snow finally stopped, maybe it was spring coming.
…………
This night was very long, probably because of the reason why I couldn't sleep all night.
It was a little dawn, and Wuxin had already left in front of the door of Xiyu Pavilion, only the dark red figure leaning against the door, the clothes were frozen, and there were a few snowflakes on his shoulders.
His handsome face was blue and white, his originally bright red lips were pale, and his narrow eyes were covered with bloodshot, with a hint of sinisterness.
Luo Yi and Cai Yi passed by and saw the people in front of the door, and couldn't help but be surprised.
Qingjun looked at the two of them with a smile, but said nothing, and his expression was extremely cold.
Luo Yi Caiyi didn't say anything, she withdrew her gaze and continued to go west.
After a night of baptism, the palace became a little deserted again.
The blood from last night had dried up and turned into dark red ice and snow.
The people on the snow were dying and were almost buried in the snow, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.
Luo Yi and Cai Yi were shocked again. Cai Yi hurried over to check Qing Lan and explored his breath, but fortunately he just fainted.
Since he was not dead yet, Luo Yi Caiyi ignored the people on the ground, brought warm water, and quietly entered the bedroom.
After a while, a lazy voice came from behind the veil.
"Come in."
"Yes, Lord." Caiyi held the warm water and crossed the gauze curtain, and saw fragments all over the ground, she couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"When is it?" Qiongying ignored it, dressed and washed, and it was neither slow nor tight.
"It's the hour of You." Caiyi replied.
"Bound hair." Qiongying wore a black robe with gold-edged silk, and then sat lazily on the chair.
"Yes." Caiyi hurried over and picked up the comb to comb her hair.
A jade hairpin tied up the ink hair, spread it behind her, and fell onto the black robe.
After finishing, Caiyi hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, how can Mr. Qinglan outside the door... deal with it?"
She didn't know what words to use or what the Lord meant, so she had to use the word "dispose".
"He is outside the door?" Qiongying's eyes turned cold. Didn't he ask him to get out last night? He was very brave!
"Uh? Yes, outside the door." Caiyi was stunned for a moment and replied quickly.
"Give it aside, go down." Qiongying waved her hand, a little impatient, and ignored it.