Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

"I am so tired……"

I can hardly support the pain at this moment, slowly kneeling on the ground, looking up at the cold, unemotional, temperatureless spiritual position, but like seeing the tall and gentle man, in me Give me the best care since birth

Why don't you keep doing it?

Why can't you protect me all the time?

Why do I have to bear everything now?

I whispered softly, tears dropped drop by drop, dropped to the ground, the sound of clicking sound seemed even more lonely in this empty temple room, the wind, blowing from the door behind me, blowing my hair Silk blows in a mess, and blows the sadness of this moment cold.

Huh, huh ...

Tears slipped one by one, like the sound of human footsteps.

My crying shoulders were twitching slightly, and I even gripped my wrists in the sleeves with my nails scratched, leaving blood on my lips.

Just then, the wind stopped behind me.

And I suddenly reached out and pulled out the short knife from the sleeve. With a whisper, the cold light came out of the sheath, and as soon as I turned around, I pointed directly at the tall man standing behind me.

The moonlight, and all the light outside the shrine, was blocked by this tall figure.

In front of my eyes, I was caught in the darkness.

I have never been conscious in the past. In fact, he is also a tall, strong man, even taller and more powerful than many people I know—perhaps because, in my consciousness, I only remember that he was standing In the cabinet, he was holding a book quietly, so many of his other faces were subconsciously ignored by me.

Maybe it's because he has been hiding well.

Now he doesn't have to hide anymore.

Despite this moment, the person standing in front of me is still the person who was more than ten years ago--

Quiet and elegant, even after so many things these days, even the corner of his clothes has been stained with a lot of mud and blood, but his body still exudes his own, a touch of elegant taste, and even At the beginning, the person who had taken the "Thirteen Sutra Notes" from me was exactly the same.

The only difference is that this time, I was not holding a book full of ink.

It's a cold knife!

The blade was already close to his chest; cold light also reflected his eyes.

Also at this moment, the sharp blade cut something between the two.

The wind stopped, even breathing stopped, but I clearly heard that his breathing and heartbeat were stagnant at this moment, but his face did not have a little surprised expression, even more than ever before. Calm and quieter.

I gritted my teeth and looked at him: "Pei Yuanxiu ..."

And he lowered his eyes and glanced at the sharp, cold light knife that had reached his chest, and said calmly, "Do you know I'm here?"

"I was just thinking about where you can hide."

"So you found it here?"

"But you shouldn't come in."

"..."

"You killed my mother, you killed the old lady of the Yan family, you should not enter the ancestral temple of the Yan family again!"

The corner of his eyes froze slightly, and said, "You should not let others kill me."

I shuddered slightly.

He looked at me calmly, as if the sharp short knife that reached his chest was nothing to him. He looked at my eyes and said verbatim: "I said, I don't want to die in someone else's Hand. "

"..."

"I won't die in the hands of others!"

"..."

"But you, let someone else kill me."

"..."

I just felt like a heartache, and there were tears on my face, but I couldn't shed tears anymore.

Xue Yan, as a mother, as a lost and regained mother, as a mother who does not want to look at her children and be aggrieved, in order not to make me embarrassed, to protect me, to replace me into the dungeon to kill him. It's a hundred things to do.

I didn't expect to anger him!

At this moment, my heart was in pain.

Every word of him was like a burning needle, pierced straight into my chest, and pierced into my heart.

But should I blame her?

Still blame myself!

Pei Yuanxiu looked down at me and looked at me in desperation. His eyes were even colder than the cold light of the blade that reflected on his face: "Did we not even have the last tacit understanding between us?"

I bit my lower lip, took a deep breath, and looked up at him: "So, tell me, if it was me last night, would I kill you?"

"..."

"If it's not my mother, but me, what's the end now?"

"..."

His eyes flashed slightly.

In his twinkling eyes, a smile slowly floated on my face, clear and cold, his eyes staring at him without blinking, and he said softly, "Who is lying on the hall now?"

"..."

"Is it you or me?"

"..."

The light in his eyes was slowly extinguished with my words. At this time, I heard a sound of wind blowing outside, the rustling sound made when blowing through the treetops, and the clouds slowly covered the moon and blocked it. With that faint light, at this moment, not only his gaze, but even his entire silhouette fell into the night.

He and I were facing each other silently.

I don't know how long after that, he started, a husky voice slowly said, "I don't know."

"..."

I was silent for a moment, then laughed suddenly.

It turned out that he would use this sentence to answer my question.

I thought that someone like him must think about everything when he was doing something. Even his own life and death, he could make arrangements in advance, but he told me in this matter-he does n’t know.

Obviously a helpless answer, but at this moment, made me laugh.

And with this smile, more tears rolled in my eyes, but my heart seemed to be too heavy to bear at the moment, and a more severe colic made me grit my teeth, but I laughed more and more, looking He: "Willn't both of us be lying on the hall now?"

"..."

"So, is it a better ending?"

"..."

He looked at me and said nothing, but I felt his eyebrows froze slightly, as if biting his teeth.

Then his hollow voice sounded on this cold night--

"Why didn't you think that there could be another ending between us?"