Chapter 37 My heart is not a bronze mirror, how can I let anyone take a picture

Just when the wine glass first appeared on the lips, it was knocked over by the greeters rushing in, and a glass of wine was spilled on the ground.

"Bad girl, you are so bold. Do you know that this is the wine of the Empress Dowager?"

Wan Qing was covered with blood, and even her clothes were tattered, but she still protected me tightly behind her: "The crown princess can't die. She is pregnant with the prince's flesh and blood. That's the grandson of the Empress Dowager. How can she have the heart to kill her own grandson?

"You can't talk here, damn girl. Why don't you get out of here." Po Li slapped him fiercely on Wanqing's face.

"Wan Qing..." I held Wan Qing and suddenly bumped into her body: "Go quickly. Things here have nothing to do with you. This is my life. Don't worry about it."

With that, I pushed Wan Qing away and looked at Po Li with a cold face.

Po Li said coldly, "Since the wine has been spilled, you'd better find a way to break it by yourself. I have to go back to the empress dowager."

"The maidservant is willing to die for the crown princess, and begs her aunt to spare the crown princess's life." Wan Qing propped up his scarred body and protected me in front of me.

Po Li said impatiently, "How much is your life worth? Do you still want to die for your master? In the next life." Then he looked at me in a low voice: "Princess, in this case, the maidservant will go back and say that the princess will not obey the order."

Wan Qing hugged Po Li's footsteps of wanting to leave: "Aunt Po Li, I beg you. Although my life is worthless, the crown princess really can't die. Just spare him for his life."

Po Li took a look at me, and then looked down at Wan Qing under his feet: "What a loyal slave. But I will never be soft-hearted. It was because my heart was soft 16 years ago that I left you as a curse. Except for you, I and the Empress Dowager will not be at ease.

What suddenly occurred to me: "Sixteen years ago?"

"Well, you and your damn mother are the same disaster, the same charming bones. Keeping you is definitely a scourge."

"Have you seen my mother? What does my mother look like?" Didn't I grow up in the Fantasy Continent? Why did Po Li say that I look the same as my mother? I don't remember anything before I was five years old. But after coming to the mainland, I often have some terrible dreams.

Those dreams seem to be true, as if I had experienced them before. It's as deep as my memory.

"Well, they are all the same charming demons, and they are not good things." Po Li's voice was more indifferent.

I sneered and said, "Although I have never seen my mother, I believe that my mother is the best woman in the world. She will never be like what you said.

"Although she is not a bad person, she has a disgusting face, which is not a good thing."

I don't want to hear her say these unpleasant words again: "You'd better do it quickly."

Po Li slowly approached me step by step, stretched out his left hand, turned his palm into strength, and hit the top of my head fiercely. I slowly closed my eyes. But the expected pain never came.

I only heard a muffled hum, and I opened my eyes in an in an eye. Seeing that Wan Qing was just in front of me, her Tianmen was hit by Po Li's palm, and her body slowly leaned towards my arms.

I opened my eyes wide and shouted in disbelief: "Wanqing...Wanqing..."

Wan Qing looked at me with a smile, but the smile looked so far-fetched: "Princess, you must live. For the love of the master, you must also live. The master is really lonely. But he is very..." Before Wan Qing finished his words, the hand holding my arm slowly drooped weakly. Finally, I couldn't say a word.

"Wan Qing..." I shouted, but the person in my arms could never come back.

Another person died because of me. Wanqing, you haven't told me what's wrong with your injury? Wan Qing, you can't die. Who will take care of me if you die? Wan Qing, who will make tea for me if you die? Who will order me the orchid sandalwood every night if you die.

Po Li was shocked by the scene in front of him, and his expression slowly returned to normal. For a long time, he turned around and looked out of the door: "Since the crown princess is dead, the maidservant will go back to her life. You'd better find a way out for yourself as soon as possible and don't let the dead die in vain.

"If you don't kill me today, I won't let you go on the other day..." I said fiercely to the figure of Po Li leaving.

I held Wan Qing's body and tears fell drop by drop. But I can't cry.

I know that the last sentence that Wan Qing said was Ye Yu. I also understand what she didn't finish. But I will never forgive him for what he has done to me.

I don't know how long it took, and no one has bothered us. I took off my ragged clothes and changed into clean clothes. Looking at the sores on my body, I couldn't help pulling out my lips.

Who is so cruel to you? Is it Ye Yu that a woman's broken body is covered with so many scars? How could it torture you so cruelly? If it's really her. Then the account between me and him really needs to be well calculated in the future.

Wan Qing, don't worry, I will never let you down.

Murong Yu will never be slaughtered again, and he will never do it.

......

Suddenly, the window was pushed in. A figure in a white-haired and blue shirt jumped in.

At first, I was still surprised. But then he calmed down and ignored him.

Continue to sit by the bed and wear clothes for Wan Qing's body.

"Yu'er..." Behind it was his heavy voice. But he couldn't hide his surprise.

I didn't answer him and continued to move.

"Your hair..." He gently stroked the hair behind me, and finally said in an extremely heavy voice: "How can it be all white?"

"What are you doing here?" My voice is very indifferent.

He withdrew his hand, but his eyes kept looking at me: "It is rumored in the palace that you were killed by the empress dowager."

"Are you here to collect the body for me?" I sneered.

"Yu'er, are we really going to do this?"

"I should ask you this sentence, right? When you were abandoned and abandoned me, have you ever thought that one day we would have a day when we would turn against each other?

Qin Huang, who was standing in front of me at this time, did not have the murderousness and indifference of the past: "I have never recited our promise." The way he looked at me was incredibly fragile.

I still sneer. But the bottom of my heart put down my guard against him

"Gyu'er, your hair..."

I smiled bleakly: "Well, aren't we the same?"

Qin Huang pulled out a rare smile at the corners of his mouth, but the smile was far from reaching the bottom of his heart: "Yu'er has indeed changed..." He talked to me one after another.

"Yuri, I'll take you out of here."

"Ye-huh." Qin Huang put his hand on my waist. I pulled his arm and looked at the ** person.

Qin Huang said, "Don't worry, the man is dead. They won't do anything to her. Besides, your transfigurement is so good. No one will see the flaws"

Then he jumped lightly and stepped on the moon.

I feel like I'm back a year ago. That night when the moon was so short. The moonlight is so bright. The people in front of me also took me to make a scene in the Fengque Pavilion.

It was also the night when the moon was short of people. In the Peony Pavilion, he appeared in front of me when I was most helpless and saved me.

I took a look at Qin Huang with a cold face, and he jumped on another roof again.

Our white hair is intertwined. It looks like a person in the moonlight.

Suddenly, there was a tingling in my heart. At the same time, Qin Huang's face was also dark.

There was a melodious sound of the flute in my ear.

With the sound of the flute. The pain of inner entanglement became more and more condensed and deeper, and then spread to the whole body.

Finally, Qin Huang had no strength, and I fell to the ground with his figure. At this time, we haven't left the palace yet.

"Qin Huang, go quickly. Danfeng has a poisonous attack. You can't beat the secret of Ximenque. They are nearby. It will be available soon."

Qin Huang's face was gloomy. I didn't pay attention to my words. Hold me tightly in your arms. The body jumped and stepped on the roof.

I was pulled by his force and jumped, watching him slow down little by little. In the end, he fell weakly to the ground.

The sound of the flute still does not stop. The melodious sound of the flute entangled around us like a ghost. "Qin Huang, go quickly and leave me alone."

Qin Huang's breath is becoming more and more indifferent. Holding the soul-killing sword tightly in his hand, the murderous spirit all over his body became more and more intense.

"It's too late!"