first concubine

Chapter 103 All thoughts are lost.

Her silence, in Zhan Yue's view, was her acquiescence.

There was a frivolous smile on the corners of his evil eyes and brows, which was a silent mockery of autumn's frivolity.

Is that resplendent and resplendent palace really so desirable?

She is, and so is Zhao Zishi.

He felt tired for a while, waved his hands lightly and said coldly: "You go, in a few days, it will be fifteen, and you can enter the palace."

It's settled.

Qiu Yi Nong breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and suddenly fell into a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss, which made her breathless.

Her face was slightly cold, and she looked back coolly.

Looking at Ku Gu Huan, his expression was indifferent, calm and elegant, without saying a word.

Qiu Yinong thought, this man's evaluation of her must be the same as that of Zhan Yue. She is a woman who covets wealth and power, and admires power.

so unbearable.

However, whether it is Zhan Yue or Ku Gu Huan, what they think of her is not her concern, she only cares about whether she can get revenge.

Thinking of this, she resolutely turned around and opened the cabin curtain to go out, wanting to leave.

But she found that Wuyin who was waiting outside had already returned to the distant shore in a small boat. The lake was so wide that she couldn't get across it at all.

At this moment, the boat suddenly shook violently.

She turned her head suddenly, and saw Zhan Yue standing there in the cabin lifted by the wind, condensing her inner strength on her feet, and stepped heavily on the boat.

But when she stood beside the boat, her body immediately lost her balance, and before she could call out, she fell into the calm water of the lake.

Hearing Zhan Yue Yanhan's voice: "Such an unbearable woman should suffer a little bit."

The green willows are swaying with the wind on the distant shore, the drizzle is cold and the wind is cold, and the spring is cold.

Fragmented ice that had not completely melted seeped into the bottom of the lake, cutting her body like a knife, and her whole body was soaked in the cold water, making her whole body cold and stiff.

The body kept sinking, like a yellow leaf blown down by the wind, lost its support, could only drift and fall, unable to grasp a life-saving straw.

Ice water poured into the nose and nose, and the beating of the heart slowed down.

At that moment, thousands of past events flooded into her mind, she seemed to see the child who was sleeping peacefully in the swaddle, it was her child.

In the end, it was smashed into a meat paste.

There was a severe pain in her heart, and for a moment, she felt hopeless.

If she died like this, she would not be reconciled! !
Feeling that her breathing became weaker and weaker, her head could not think, and in a haze, something wrapped around her waist, and she was hugged in someone's arms.

The man held her and kept going upstream.

She tried her best to open her eyes, but she could only vaguely see a face as elegant as a fairy.

Like the man in the drenched clothes that night, the white shirt was slightly opened to reveal his snow-white chest.

She suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, and refused to let go at all. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his neck tightly, sticking to his body.

Afraid that he would abandon her.

She doesn't want to die! !
Consciousness began to blur, and she eventually passed out.

"Water...water..."

Autumn in her sleep kept shaking her head and whispering, as if a fire was burning inside her body, making her mouth dry.

Finally, some liquid slipped into the throat with the lips, and the lungs were smoothed out.

She calmed down, opened her eyes wearily, and saw a delicate little face. The woman in green clothes who was dressed as a maid saw her awake, and immediately smiled.

"Girl, you're awake, you're dying of anxiety."

(End of this chapter)