Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 890 Pushing the pot (2k5)

The girl begged one after another, but the strength of her hands did not decrease at all.

After disposing of Lu Jinghong's body, Yuan Lingwei, who had little strength left, fell backwards due to the enormous strength at this time.

The cold and hard gold bricks (a floor tile specially used by the ancient royal family, not made of gold) shattered the jewels on her head, and the severe pain spread from her waist up her spine. The girl who followed her with a short body and ferocious eyes was full of horror and despair.

"Xi, Xihua—"

The bitter smell filled her throat, and blood overflowed the corners of her lips in an instant. She wanted to raise her hand to touch her temple hair, but when she really raised her hand, she realized the poisonous effect on the blade. Under the circumstances, she could no longer see clearly.

——In her eyes, she has never had a day as vague as today.

But she has never seen her so clearly like today.

The child who followed her back then and would clap her little hands and call her "Miss Huang" with a smile, after all, was lost in this ancient and long time flow.

Only a shell dominated by desire remains.

"Ah."

Yuan Lingwei let go, and turned her head away with the little strength left. When the light faded, she slowly lowered her eyelashes—even if she died, she didn't want to look at her again.

Just as her sister died with her.

"Sister Huang..." Seeing the woman swallow her breath, Yuan Lingzhi finally let go of the poisoned knife.

She looked down at Yuan Lingwei's relieved face, and after a long time raised her hand to touch her eyes.

At this moment, she couldn't tell what kind of feeling she was feeling in her heart.

After she died, she would no longer have an imperial sister. Logically speaking, she should feel sad.

But now, apart from the unexplainable sadness and guilt, why can she still feel a secret and strong excitement?

——This excitement seemed to be the same as the first time she killed the pet animal that scratched her paw when she was a child.

"Sister Huang... How could you close your eyes without my permission?" the girl murmured softly, while she spoke, she forcefully pushed open the woman's eyelids.

The dark and lacklustre pupils were exposed to the candlelight in a room for an instant, and then she withdrew her hand contentedly.

"You have to die with peace, so that I can continue singing this scene..."

As she spoke, she pulled out her dagger and tore Yuan Lingwei's clothes to pieces.

After tearing up the woman's clothes, she still felt insufficient, so she dragged Yuan Lingwei's body to the altar with great effort.

The gods and Buddhas on the case lowered their brows and eyes compassionately. After thinking about it, she put her hands in an ugly, almost humiliating posture for the corpse.

After finishing all this, she picked up a broom stick that she had prepared early in the morning, smashed the entire Buddhist hall into a mess, and finally took off her blood-stained broomstick, which was scratched with many holes. black shirt.

She casually threw the faded shirt beside the futon, and she flung the ashes that had just been smashed on her body twice.

After arranging everything she wanted, she folded her arms and retracted under the table. The hanging table curtain covered her figure, and she waited quietly for the rest of the palace to search here——

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So when the people arranged by Yuan Lingwei took the remaining three or two palace people to search for this Buddhist hall, all they saw was the messy room, and Yuan Ling Wei's dead body that had been cold for an unknown number of hours.

"Your Highness!" The guard at the head was stunned for a moment, then screamed in surprise and ran forward. Yuan Lingzhi, who had been hiding under the confession, knew that the timing was just right, so she pretended to accidentally knock her elbow on the table leg.

"Who's there!" The small noise immediately aroused the guard's vigilance, he shouted sharply, and quickly cut the tablecloth with his saber.

The girl who was only wearing plain single clothes and huddled under the confession suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The guards took a closer look at her appearance, and their complexion suddenly changed.

"Your Majesty?" The guard who had recognized Yuan Lingzhi was stunned. He was holding the sword in his hand in a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Fortunately, the palace people who were stupefied by the scene in the house had come back to their senses at this time, several young palace ladies screamed when they saw this, rushed forward and carefully pulled Yuan Lingzhi out of the confession.

As soon as the latter came out with the confession, he immediately hid in the arms of the maids and cried out of breath.

Seeing this, the guard raised his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment, until he saw that she seemed to have vented her emotions, and then said softly, "Your Majesty, your side is..."

"Chaos, chaos people." Yuan Lingzhi choked and raised her eyes in response. At that time, her eyes were still covered with water mist, and her eyes were also flushed. It was the most lovable and not suspicious look.

She tightly grasped the clothes of the little maid, looked up at the guard, and without changing her face, pushed everything on the so-called "disorderly people".

"It's the rioters!" The girl bit her lip and said firmly, "Zhen... I was paying respects to the Buddha in the Buddhist hall, but Miss Huang suddenly came to look for me."

"Sister Huang, Sister Huang said that the palace is not very safe, and rioters may rush in at any time. She also said that she has arranged for people to let me go out of the palace with her, so that she can send someone to sneak me out of the capital."

"I have, I have already agreed to the imperial sister, and I am preparing to leave the palace with her. I didn't expect that before the two of us walked out of the Buddhist hall, I heard the movement of the rioters outside the door... Woooo..." Yuan Lingzhi lifted Covering his face with his hands, there was another series of sobs before he finished speaking.

Hearing this, the guard couldn't help but frowned heavily. He frowned. He didn't care about Tianwei now, and lowered his head to stare at the girl's face anxiously: "And then? Your Majesty, what happened next?" ?”

"The small, small Buddhist hall has no back door. Seeing that the two of us probably couldn't run away, the imperial sister asked me to take off my coat and hide in the confession," Yuan Lingzhi said, sniffing hard, "while I was wearing my clothes. Clothes, disguised as me, and went to the front to deal with the rioters."

"I don't know what happened after that. I just remember the noise outside, and then the sound of things falling and heavy objects being thrown around... There were a few times in the middle that I seemed to hear Sister Huang screaming, yes Now, where's the princess?"

"Sister Huang, how is she... Sister Huang, Sister Huang!" Yuan Lingzhi pretended to be ignorant and asked, and before he could finish his words, he caught a glimpse of the terribly cold corpse lying behind the guards and in front of the altar.

So she screamed and cried and crawled to Yuan Lingwei's place, but before her hand could really touch the woman's hair, the palace people hurriedly pulled her back to the original place.

"Sister Huang..." Yuan Lingzhi, who was about to pass out from crying, raised her sleeves and covered her face, an indescribably subtle pleasure flashed across her pupils.

"Since there are rioters in Biluo Palace, it means that the palace is indeed not safe enough." The leading guard, who consciously sorted out the cause and effect, looked at the broken porcelain and rotten fruit on the floor, and Shaoqing bent down to pick up the piece. The broken tablecloth wrapped around Yuan Lingwei's disfigured corpse.

He lowered his eyes, and took the sword in his hand to cut off the soft bamboo mat hanging on the window: "So, Your Majesty, you change your clothes quickly, the car has been prepared outside the palace, and we will leave Beijing immediately."

"Let's go? Now? Just us?" Yuan Lingzhi was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, she blinked her eyes, reached out and pointed to the dead body that had just been wrapped in the tablecloth and bamboo mat in the corner, "What about Miss Huang?"

"Time is running out, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of His Highness." The guard frowned and pondered, "So, Your Majesty, I will send you out of the capital first, and if you still have time later, I will rush back to handle your funeral for Your Highness."

"If you don't have free time... then it means that His Highness's life is basically like this. After all, the deceased has passed away, and Your Majesty's safety is the most important thing right now."

"This... alright." Yuan Lingzhi bowed her head and thought for a while, before nodding pretending to be reluctant.

Seeing that she agreed to come down, the guards hurriedly asked the palace people to take her to change into lighter and more low-key clothes.

Surrounded by people, before Yuan Lingzhi left, she looked back at the dim Buddhist hall——

The gods and Buddhas with gold-plated bodies on the altars have kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

The woman wrapped in a bamboo mat under the Buddhist altar was bloody and boneless.

　Please remember to refresh the leave note after it is deleted! ! !

　　I was writing this chapter yesterday, and I wrote a thousand words. Originally, he was crying because Yuan Lingwei's child was separated, but later, Yuan Lingzhi was furious.

　　I felt that my voice was not right, and the will-o'-the-wisp was too fierce to fear that he would be angry again, so I hurried to play two games and fell asleep.

　　I wrote the last one thousand and five today, and I am still very angry! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
　　
　
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