first concubine

Chapter 185 The cold palace is frightened. 2
Qiu Yinong got up subconsciously, put on a cloak, opened the door and went out.

This evocative song is the same as the flute sound she heard in Miechen Temple, but at this moment, in this evocative song, the power of the instilled ghosts is missing.

He knew that as long as she heard the sound of the flute, she would come looking for it.

Naturally, there is no need to use spiritual power to control it.

In the dead of night, people were already quiet, and with the death of a person in Penglai Pavilion, no one dared to come out, so this Xiyuan was even more silent and cold.

In her whole life, Qiu Yinong feared not ghosts, but people.

Therefore, she walked in the dark without fear, more at ease than in the daytime.

The sound of the flute was flying, the sound of the wind was chilly, and Qiu Yinong searched for the source of the sound of the flute. As he walked, the road became more and more remote.

After exiting Xiyuan, exiting Penglai Pavilion, walking into a corner of a deserted garden, jumping down the path covered by the shadow of huge trees, it was very sinister.

Gradually, she recognized where the road led.

After walking for a short time, the field of vision opened up a bit. The huge ruined palace standing in front of the lake was dormant in the darkness like a dying beast in the darkness.

Qiu Yinong raised her head and looked over, the three words gilded on the wooden plaque above the palace gate had fallen off and looked like Qianqiu Palace.

When Zhao Guo was still there, the Qianqiu Palace was one of the most luxurious palaces in the harem.

Even the concubines in the harem can't match it.

His father gave it the name Qianqiu Palace. He once said: "Qianqiu Qianqiu, which means that Ah Shi will be honored and favored forever, and the honor and glory will last forever."

He hopes that his daughter can live in peace and prosperity for the rest of her life.

Give her the best.

Now, this Qianqiu Palace has fallen into the most corrupt and coldest place in the harem, and no one wants to mention it again.

It is set as a forbidden palace, and no one dares to visit it.

All these enmities, all these hatreds, all originated from the Zhan Family, all from Zhan Yu.

Her life's joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, joys and sorrows, are inseparable from a name, Zhan Yu! !
Autumn's hands clenched into fists wrapped in the cloak, looking at the three words "Qianqiu Palace", suddenly felt sad. One day, she will make Qianqiu Palace the king of this harem.

Become the place that everyone in the world looks up to.

The sound of the flute came from Qianqiu Palace, so late, the person playing the flute was actually in Qianqiu Palace.

Thinking about it, Qiu Yinong still approached, and gently pushed the door of Qianqiu Palace, whose vermilion paint had peeled off and was in disrepair for a long time, with a creak, the door opened.

Because it is a forbidden palace and an ominous place, no one in the palace dares to come, so there is no defense at this gate.

The Qianqiu Palace is very large, divided into the front hall and the back yard. The front hall is the place where the Eleventh Princess Zhao Zishi received visits from all the concubines and concubines in the palace, because at that time King Zhao loved the Eleventh Princess very much.

Heart treasure is not an exaggeration.

Everyone in the palace came to flatter him one after another.

The backyard is where Zhao Zishi's bedroom and garden are located. At that time, the palace with flying eaves turned against the sky, but in just a few months, it turned into this appearance.

The well-arranged palace rooms, surrounded by dry trees and weeds, are very lonely.

Standing in the garden of the front hall of Qianqiu Palace, dressed in the wind and rain of autumn, she felt extremely pale.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

She only felt a burst of coldness behind her, someone's body was pressed against her, and the person's body temperature was icy cold, attached to her ear, and her chin rested on her shoulder.

The thin and sharp chin rested on her shoulder, which hurt a little.

Hearing the man's hoarse and deep voice, like a ghost: "Eleven, revisiting the old place, do you feel distressed?"

(End of this chapter)