Chapter 145: The Abandoned Concubine and That Enchanting Man 1
Qianxun and Qiuye stood in front of the cold palace gate, looking at the old iron door that was no longer locked, and couldn't help but frown.
As the saying goes, Qian Ling was sent to the cold palace that day and fell into a baby that day. The emperor was sad and angry for a moment and never locked the door again.
There were old fallen leaves in front of the door, and a cold and deep breath was everywhere. The smell of soil was also rolled in the wind and slowly came.
"Princess, do you want to go in?"
Qiuye asked lightly, for some reason, but the princess went out today but did not bring Chunying to accompany her, the person standing by the emperor, which really surprised Qiuye.
What happened to Chunying and the Princess?
I don’t know when it started, but the princess seemed to deliberately prevent Chunying from approaching her. She asked Qiuye to replace Chunying many times and took her robe into the bathtub to replace her.
"Well, you stay here." Qianxun nodded. Why did she suddenly want to see Qianling?
This disgusting third princess is actually not that hateful to Qianxun.
As a woman who loves the wrong person, she loses her mind and cannot be noticed by others as a pawn. It is really sad.
Last night, Qianxun suddenly had a nightmare and dreamed that Qianling was entangled with a man. The man was covered in black air and seemed to be a monster.
So today, Qianxun suddenly wanted to see whether the dream she had was true or false.
After pushing open the two old doors, the iron door made a creaking moan. Qianxun stepped on the accumulated fallen leaves and passed through the courtyard covered with weeds to the gate of the Cold Palace Hall.
Everything inside is broken.
There is also a scent of corruption.
However, ambiguous voices of men and women came faintly.
Qianxun frowned and her heart tightened. Could it be that all the dreams she had were real?
Carefully avoiding the wooden blocks falling on the ground, Qianxun crossed the screen of the inner hall and stared at the scene on the carved bed in the inner hall...
Sure enough, there were two entangled figures. When you listen to the sound, you knew that they were in great intensity.
The woman's hair was slender and hung from the bed. She floated violently in the air with the man's movements. Her skin was white, her red lips were dripping, and her charming moans floated out of her little mouth...
Is this Qianling?
Not at all like a woman who was shot into the cold palace!