Mo Xiangqi: The next imperial concubine is going to leave the pavilion [The finale]

Chapter 14
In an instant, his pupils were full of murderous intent. "You are really brave."

"You can't blame me. I didn't know there were people here, and I didn't hide here on purpose to eavesdrop on you."

"Did you hear that? Then the king can't let you go!" His smile deepened.

An Zixun also laughed along with him, "In this situation, killing me is not the perfect way."

"Oh?" He seemed interested in continuing to listen to what she had to say.

"Where the emperor is, the prince can't give an explanation."

He Lianqing laughed out of disapproval, "It's too simple to explain, the reason given by the king will definitely convince the emperor more than a corpse. Do you want to try it, princess?"

"It makes sense, this An Zixun is really not as powerful as the prince. But if you killed me, wouldn't you violate the original intention of the prince to marry me?" She saw He Lianqing's eyes sinking, "The prince has feelings for Mrs. Hua. But because of Concubine Ying, she reluctantly agreed to marry me. As long as you marry me into the palace, the emperor will definitely feel guilty for you, so the prince can logically accept Mrs. Hua into the palace."

"Once you die, the princess's seat will be shallow, so why not do it."

"It's not difficult for the prince to really not want to marry me. Why did he order someone to bring me into the palace in the first place. An Zixun is too stupid to guess what the prince is thinking, but the prince himself understands very clearly in his heart."

He was ruthless to her at all. At first she thought it was because of Hua Qianyou, but later Jin Henbo told her in a rage that He Lianqing had secretly launched an operation against Nanhai, and marrying her by his side was the best pawn.

People's hearts are unfathomable, and the sea is unpredictable. Three years ago, she saved him to get the Three Lives Gu; three years later, he married her as a pawn to destroy the South China Sea!
There was a flash of sword light above his head, and in the blink of an eye, An Zixun's heart ached, warm blood quickly seeped into his clothes, and a strong bloody smell tangled his nostrils.

He Lianqing slowly took away the long sword, with a casual smile on his lips.

The smile on his lips deepened, but the coldness in his eyes made An Zixun's heart shudder.He Lianqing is very favored, if she is sure to die today, this man must have thought of various ways to get himself out.

"People who think they are smart but unfortunately know too much usually don't live long. How do you ask this king to keep you?"

"My lord, you and I are husband and wife, how could I betray you!" She whispered, trembling slightly.An Zixun covered her heart, her face was pale and her breathing was short of breath.

He Lianqing's eyes moved when he heard this, and seeing her in pain, he was about to say something when he was surprised to hear the sound of people outside the garden, who seemed to be panicking.

"Hurry up and call a doctor, Mrs. Hua is suffering from severe cold!"

He Lianqing's expression changed suddenly, and before she had time to care about An Zixun, she hurriedly turned around and hurried away. Qingjun's back never stopped, and gradually moved away from her.

When the acupoints were unlocked, An Zixun took out the pill from her bosom with trembling fingers, and she couldn't hold it firmly on the ground a few times, so she took it quickly regardless of the dust.

The body is cold, the heart is even worse!

In Yazhu, He Lianqing stayed up all night, watching with red eyes, tightly holding the paper-colored Hua Qianyou in the coma with both hands, and kept murmuring her name.

"Qianyou, Qianyou!"

The white-clothed man sitting in the outer room listened impatiently, "You are calling for your soul!"

"Dongfang Feichi!" He Lianqing, who was always smiling, had a rare change of expression and stared at him fiercely. "I've taken the medicine, why hasn't she woke up yet?"

"I'm not a doctor, Lord Qing!" Dongfang Feichi, dressed in white and black hair, sat there, cold and arrogant, as if he was spotless.

(End of this chapter)