He only said one thing to her: Saint, enter the temple!
She suddenly came to her senses and ran into the main hall behind her in a panic. She saw Emperor Zhao already inside, hiding under the imperial desk, revealing a corner of his bright yellow robe, which was trembling into a ball.
She was a little disdainful. She didn't want to be as cowardly as him. Even if she died, she wanted to die with dignity. She found a place to sit down, sitting calmly and upright.
But no matter how indifferent she looks on the surface, she will still be afraid and panicked. Her clasped hands are full of sweat, and her blood-soaked skirt is sticky on her legs, with a strong smell of blood.
It rushed into her nasal cavity and she almost felt sick. She looked outside with a pale face and a stiff back.
Here he comes, walking in the shadow of swords and swords. There is no blood on his black robe. His handsome nose is sharply angular under a beam of white light. His lightly pursed lips are unusually rosy. The sword in his hand flashes with cold light. He
He glanced under the imperial desk, but he didn't even glance at her, as if she didn't exist at all.
The large palace door was closed, and his figure looked unusually tall in the beam of light. The shouts of death, screams, and curses were temporarily isolated, and the sounds suddenly became much quieter. She felt as if he was protecting this place.
God, as long as He is here, everything will be fine.
Her whole body relaxed, her stiff back felt sore, her trembling legs gradually calmed down, and the sweat on her palms slowly dried up. Her eyes always stayed on him, and she clearly felt that she was getting closer and closer to him a little bit.
The earth sank.
She was panicking about her own sinking. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't want to control it and let herself sink in. His profile was so handsome and flawless, his posture was so strong and impeccable, and he also had
The bravery she yearned for, the composure she admired, he became the most precious person in the world, fulfilling all her fantasies.
The sounds outside the palace became smaller and smaller, and the light and shadow inside the palace became darker and darker, until the last ray of the setting sun fell, and the darkness swallowed everything up like a giant beast. He opened the door of the palace, took a look, then turned around, knelt on the ground, and the sound
Lang Lang said:
"The official, the saint, the traitors have been eliminated, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my mission!"
Candlelights gradually lit up in the hall, dispelling the darkness little by little and returning to the light. She stood up, wiped away the blood that had dried on her dress, turned around and helped the official sitting under the imperial desk up, and together
Walk to the door of the main hall.
When she passed by him, she resisted her impulse, did not look sideways, and did not look back. But in her heart, she had already looked back thousands of times...
From that moment on, this person was deeply buried in her heart. Secretly, she was crazy about him, endured the loneliness in the palace for him, and managed to become a arrogant queen. How could Emperor Zhao compare with him?
?
Spring is already very strong, and the high palace walls cannot block the sunlight coming in. If it shines for a long time, your face will get hot.
Empress Liu touched her face with her hand and opened her eyes. The palace was still so deserted, with dark red palace walls and blue floor tiles. She suddenly felt that these made her breathless. She raised her hand and walked towards the back garden.
He pointed in the direction and said:
"Let's go to the garden."
Someone responded, and she continued to close her eyes. She didn't want to be so depressed, and she didn't want to be barren like this forever. She tried to imagine the flowers blooming, the garden full of fragrance, and the colorful flowers. She was intoxicated in it, no longer lonely, no longer
Lonely and cold.
If she had any sense at all, she would have known how taboo this was. A person who wanted to play with the political power was actually moved by his true feelings...
She smiled miserably in her heart, yes, she was like a moth flying to a flame, even though she knew there would be an irreversible disaster, she still wanted to enjoy the warmth of that moment.