This feast ended with Dongzhou's capture of the Divine Realm.
Palace Master Ziyun hesitated again and again, but finally did not mention the arrest warrant.
Before leaving, Palace Master Ziyun said meaningfully: "The arrest warrant for Ziyun is a very important matter in the Nine Realms. Empress, since you want to stand up for the Snow Girl, you have to go to the Nine Realms."
"Go away."
Qingge was lazily stroking the wine glass with his fingertips, not paying any attention to the famous and majestic Lord Ziyun.
Palace Master Ziyun smiled instead of being angry, shook his sleeves, and left angrily.
"Empress, how should we deal with Li Yuanhou?"
Liu Yaner asked.
In the past few days, Li Yuanhou lost a lot of blood and fainted several times. Qing Ge used elixirs to hang him alive.
She wanted Li Yuanhou to see with his own eyes the failure of God Realm and his incompetence.
"Didn't he like to be slaves and prostitutes? I want him to taste how the female disciples of the college died in humiliation."
The song is cold and authentic.
When the empress spoke, everyone in the open-air palace shuddered and trembled with fear.
Liu Yan'er understood Qingge's words and dragged Li Yuanhou down.
In this world, there is a group of people who are good at cutting off their sleeves.
And among this group of people, there are some extreme perversions hidden.
Liu Yan'er left Li Yuanhou in this place, who was hanging himself with elixirs. That night, Li Yuanhou's painful voice was heard, and he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss and was terrified.
Li Yuanhou has always lived under the wings of his sister. He has never experienced anything, so how can he withstand such torture?
Both physically and mentally, they are slowly collapsing.
In the past ten years, this night has been the most terrifying.
He fell into the hands of the devil and could not escape despite all his efforts.
Deep in his heart, he shouted: Sister... Yuan'er misses you... I have experienced glory and wealth, I have no worries about food and clothing, I have reached the pinnacle of power, but what I love most is the poorest period.
There are mountains, water and my sister. Even if I am hungry and cold, I can still live comfortably, unlike now, where I am suffering from torture.
The next day, a man's corpse was thrown out of a certain house and casually thrown into a dry well.
There is no more Li Yuanhou in the world.
Dongzhou Death Realm has started to build a new Night God Palace.
Qingge went to Qingyue College. Today was the day when several female disciples of Qingyue College who were humiliated and died were cremated.
The female disciples were sealed in ice coffins, and Feng Jin, Gillian and Xiaojiu personally pushed them out with serious and painful expressions.
The corpse of one of the female disciples was terrifyingly green and black, with her eyes staring straight ahead, a deep-seated hatred that would not disappear just because of death.
One can imagine what she went through during her lifetime.
"Open the coffin."
Qingge said.
"Sister..." Xiaojiu trembled.
It is unlucky to open the coffin after the body has been cremated directly in the ice coffin.
"Open the coffin."
Qingge repeated these two words and said.
Feng Jin held back her tears and removed the coffin lid. Qing Ge stood in front of the ice coffin, with her right hand on her chest, bending down towards the female disciples and not raising her body for a long time.
"I'm sorry, it was my inability to protect you."
Qingge stood up and placed a jar of heartbroken wine on the ice coffin, "This is my favorite wine. Please have a drink on the road to Huangquan."
She glanced at the female disciple who was still staring, stretched out her white and slender hands, and lightly covered the female disciple's eyes.
"Little junior sister, we have tried it. She has experienced something too terrible and she can no longer close her eyes. Let her go like this. It turns out that she can live a safe life without suffering like this."
Feng Jin choked and said.
The disciples of Qingyue College, Liu Yan'er and others couldn't bear to look at it anymore, their eyes were red.
Lin Yue covered his face and cried.
In the coffin is her best senior sister.
She danced with ink long sleeves, and her senior sister played Gao Shan Liu Shui. They were close friends.
But I never thought that yin and yang are separated, life and death are separated.
Lin Yue threw away his crutch and danced an ink dance next to the cremation wood pile.
The long sleeves twitched, and the silk was like water. Without the sound of the senior sister's piano, her ink dance was full of desolation and desolation, like a country broken by mountains and rivers, and the song left people, leaving only withered grass.
On the other side, Qingge's hand covering the female disciple's eyelids slowly moved downwards with a very gentle movement.
After a long time, everyone was shocked, their eyes widened, stunned, and their breathing began to become rapid.
The senior sister's eyes were closed.
She, close her eyes.
Finally, no one could control the surging emotions anymore, and hot tears flowed all over the face.
After waiting for the empress, she could finally die in peace.
The great revenge has been avenged. It is painful and happy in front of Jiuyou Gate.
Seeing this, Qing Ge stood blankly, looking a little dazed.
A tear slipped from the end of her eye and fell on the eyelashes of the female disciple, who was crying softly.
The hands under Qingge's sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and her anger was rising to the sky, with incomparable anger.
Even if Li Yuanhou was cut into pieces by a thousand swords, he could not save his dead disciples.
Even if hundreds of people from the palace were buried with him, the brothers and sisters of Tiandiyuan would not be able to survive.
This is the reason why Qingge is so cruel.
Since it's hard to calm down, let them taste the damn suffering again! The autumn wind blows, and withered yellow leaves flying all over the ground. What's strange is that several beautiful poppies are pinned in the hair of the female disciples.
On the back of Qingge's white hands, the totem of poppy flowers shines faintly.
Qingge closed her eyes, lowered her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Close the coffin."
The coffin was sealed with ice and sent to the cremation ground.
The fire annihilated the ice coffin and burned their bodies.
The firelight illuminated their faces, and their eyes reflected Lin Yue dancing ink and wash beside the fire.
She was wearing an ink gown and had many injuries on her body. This dance was stunning.
Lin Yue's body reached its limit. She fell down by the fire, looked at the ice coffin melting in the fire with tears, and shouted loudly: "Sister, have a good trip! In the next life, you and I will still be close friends."
I want to hear my senior sister play the piano again, and dance the gentle and quiet ink dance again.
In the distance, Ye Qingcheng played the song "Sorrow of the World" to send the female disciples on their way.
Countless people, regardless of their status, filled their cups with wine, poured a glass on the ground, bowed again, and stood still for ten seconds before getting up.
At that time, only the dazzling fire was left, and there were no more ice coffins and corpses.
Death is like a lamp going out.
Qingge stayed in the main hall of Qingyue College, and she slept for three whole days.
This incident caused her pain and even became a demon in her heart.
If she had been more alert, these disciples would not have to die.
No matter how sharp the sword in your hand is, what's the use if it can't protect the people around you?
Qingge locked herself in the house and didn't go out for a long time.
When she opened the door, her pale little face was bloodless. She looked at Ye Qingcheng and others in front of the door and smiled: "I'm fine."
"Liang Xiao has found it."
Liu Yaner said.
"Take me there."
"..." In the Qingyue Side Hall, Liang Xiao burst into tears as soon as he saw Qing Ge: "Empress, I thought you didn't want Dongzhou anymore."
"Where have you been?"
Qingge asked.
"I wanted to find the palace master, but I got lost."
Liang Xiao's eyes filled with tears.
Qingge: "..." This is an unreliable thing.
Liang Xiao looked at the Empress innocently: "Empress, Xiao Xiao misses you so much."
"..." Did you see the knife in the palace master's hand?