Big-name crazy concubine: arrogant fifth miss

The meeting between the two was deliberately arranged by her.

That rare heavy snow drifted across the sky of the capital city of Dazhou, and the red plum blossoms bloomed in the frost, with a dark fragrance. She knew that he was going to the plum garden to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms that day, so she hugged a guqin and stood on the red carpet. After May, she sang softly.

The sound of the piano is leisurely, and the sound of the flute is harmonious. It is the first time she heard such a beautiful sound of the flute. It reveals the broad mind and conceit of a young man. After the end of the song, he comes on snow, and his snow-colored clothes seem to melt into the white snow. Together, the 64-strand umbrella in his hand is still plain, but the face of a boy is full of maturity that does not match his age. She still remembers the throbbing in her heart when she first saw him.

The master said that she has love, but she never believed it, because she always thought that she could see through the secrets of the world and the hearts of the people in the world, and who among the men in the world could match her unparalleled talent and all-powerful personality? appearance.

It's just that now she knows that it was wrong for her to have such an idea back then. In her heart, she fears and hopes that there will be someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with her, who can laugh and see the world with her.

She didn't know if she fell in love with him at first sight, but she was struggling with the great plan of Xiliang that she carried in her heart. In the end, she still used him and lured the young him to make big mistakes several times. punishment, but he didn't know it at the time.Then, when the big plan was about to come true, he was restrained by the King of Chu that time.

She didn't know how this relationship would end. She came to Dazhou several times during this period, and she wanted to see him from the bottom of her heart.

And five years after that farewell, she missed him more and more in her heart, and finally decided to abandon everything and come to him, but he had changed her mind.

When she left Xiliang this time, her father said to her: "You couldn't destroy Chu Yuanzhou last time, so this time, bring him back to Xiliang. If you can't bring him back, or you can't destroy him , then you don’t have to come back.”

Her tears dripped down, her hatred was strong, she had endured so much for him, yet he accused her like that!

She looked at Yun Qian's back, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She slowly took out the silver bell from her bosom, then pulled out the knife she was wearing with her, cut her finger, and blood poured into the silver bell like a gulp. .

She can only use the snow mountain secret technique three times. She has used it twice in the other courtyard. This is the last time and the most domineering one. She will use her own blood to destroy the most domineering secret technique in the world and take it away. Yun Qian's soul.

How can Yun Qian get what she can't get in her life?

The most cherished thing in her life, even if it is death, she will completely destroy it.

In the purple bamboo forest at midnight, the purple bamboo was cut down, and the spiritual breath of the purple bamboo was scattered everywhere. Her eyes were closed, and the blood had already soaked the silver bell, emitting a bright red brilliance. The peach wood sword flew from nowhere, hovering in the top of her head.

Yun Qian and Chu Yuanzhou didn't go far away, Chu Yuanzhou only felt that the yin around him was getting deeper and deeper, like the cold wind blowing on the snow mountain for thousands of years.

The night was very quiet, and the sound of the silver bell was not too loud, but he heard it very clearly. He turned his head suddenly, and the white dress of the snow-capped saint sitting in the middle of the purple bamboo fluttered around, like a ghost at midnight, with that pale face, It was even paler under the moonlight, but the bright red in her hand was even brighter, like an opened gate to hell.

The silver bell rang, Yun Qian's body softened, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he couldn't say a word.