Your Majesty, I'll Not Be With You

Even in broad daylight, the Xiuzhu courtyard still feels gloomy, probably because of the influence of tea, so Phoenix dye dust has no reason to feel a chill.

Feng ran Chen rubbed up the goose bumps, lifted her skirt in both hands, and slowly approached the room.

"Creak, creak." Just from the gate to the outside of the house, Feng ran Chen stepped on several dead branches. The sound of the broken branches echoed in the courtyard, making the house more and more quiet and frightening.

Standing outside the house, Feng ran Chen hesitated.

Just look at the reaction of tea, Phoenix dye dust know that it is estimated to be a very terrible thing, but he also has a special doubt about whether Xiaoqing is dead or alive.

What's more, Feng ranchen recalls the little maid she saw that day. If Feng ranchen is really dead, is the little maid she met that day the same name or

Feng ran Chen took a long breath and adjusted her nervous mood. She then stepped up the steps step by step.

The door was not closed tightly, leaving a long slit. Through the crack in the door, you can only see the furnishings in the room indistinctly.

Feng ran dust put her eyes close to the crack of the door, because the room is back sun, so many places are hidden in the dark. Feng ranchen looks into the room desperately. There is nothing strange in the room.

Where is the body, the body?

Feng ranchen glanced around the room and didn't find what she was looking for.

Feng ran dust leaned her body against the door, but she didn't expect to knock the door open unexpectedly.

"Ouch." Feng ran dust's foot tripped on the threshold and fell heavily in the room.

In an instant, the dust came to her face. Feng ran Chen coughed heavily because she fell on her leg. For a moment, Feng ran Chen didn't stand up.

The pain on her leg became more and more intense. Feng ran Chen sat half on the ground and gently lifted up her skirt. Sure enough, her legs were covered with black and blue, and there were some bruises. Feng ran dust took out her handkerchief, patted the dust on her legs, changed her clean side, and tied up her bleeding leg.

When Feng ran dust was dealing with her wound, the door of the room slammed shut, and the room suddenly became very gray. In addition, there was only a small window in the room, so the light was very weak.

Feng ranchen's heart thumped for a moment. She tried to hold back the pain. She got up and rushed to the door with a limp. However, the door seemed to be closed from the outside. No matter how Feng ranchen pushed it, she couldn't open it.

Feng ranchen is flustered. She thinks of the tea waiting outside the yard and calls for help. "Tea, tea, help, who heard?"

But there was no response.

Feng ranchen slaps the door desperately, trying to attract other people's attention.

However, the bamboo garden is located in a remote place, and with the orders of the housekeeper, there is no one near the originally inaccessible places.

However, the red sleeve squatting outside the yard has already been in a coma. There is no way to know the plight of Feng ranchen, let alone rescue Feng ranchen or ask for help.

Feng ran Chen patted her hands numb, but it didn't help at all.

"Ha ha ha." A female voice in the room reminds me of Feng ranchen's action of slapping the door. She feels something is approaching.

Feng ranchen bites her teeth and turns around. She leans her body against the door and clasps the door plank behind her tightly with her hands.

After Feng ran dust turned, there was no movement in the room.

At the moment, the sun was slanting to the west, and the room, which had been somewhat dark, was getting darker and darker.

It's dark around. Feng ranchen can't see anything in the room. It's as if the darkness has covered Feng ranchen. Suddenly, it seems that someone is walking.

Feng ranchen wanted to talk, but she opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be pinched by someone, and she couldn't say anything.

"PATA, PATA, PATA." A series of liquid dripping sound, a few drops splashed on Feng ran dust's face. The cold and greasy touch made Feng ran dust a little flustered.

Feng ran dust's breath suddenly became short, her chest was like being pressed down, and her eyes were black.

"Plop, plop." Feng ranchen's heart is beating violently. Feng ranchen feels that she can even hear her own heart beating clearly, and reverberates in the whole room for a long time.

"What an exciting voice." The voice of the female voice seems to become clear gradually. Feng ranchen holds her breath and tries to reduce her sense of existence as much as possible.

"Zhao's second daughter-in-law, ah." There was a trace of sarcasm in the voice. "It turns out that it's just like this. I wonder if the second young grandmother is satisfied with her marriage to a memorial tablet?"

Feng ranchen's legs are soft and her mouth is tightly closed, not only because she is afraid, but also because she doesn't know how to answer.

"Talk." The female voice seems to be a little angry. Feng ranchen feels that she is pinched by someone and slowly leaves her feet from the ground.

Phoenix dye dust constantly struggling, legs also desperately pedal to the ground."Ha ha ha, go to hell."

Feng dye dust instantly felt the hand on the neck suddenly forced, could not breathe a little air.

Feng ranchen couldn't hold on to the hand on her neck, but it didn't have any use. Moreover, Feng ranchen could clearly detect that the hands were cold and piercing, and they didn't look like the hands of a living person at all.

When Feng ran dust was on the verge of death, the jade pendant on her neck suddenly glowed.

"Ah." Feng ran Chen's hand on her neck lost her strength and disappeared. Breathe back to the air, Phoenix dye dust has never felt so beautiful.

"Cough, cough." Feng ran Chen felt the pinched place on her neck with her hand. She coughed violently, which made her heart crack.

Feng ran Chen wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with her other hand. Through the mist, she could see the figure of a woman and a group of dark shadows entangled together.

"It's too much of you to dare to touch my people."

The woman was lying on the ground moaning bitterly. After hearing the words of the shadow, she still raised her head and said with a scornful smile: "your man, this is the second young grandmother of the Zhao family. It's not what you call "your man."

The shadow did not speak, but Feng ranchen heard that the strength of the woman's struggle was getting stronger and stronger.

"Ha ha ha ha, by what, by what same woman, by what, by what I am going to fall into this field." The woman raised her head, eyes full of anger, tightly staring at Feng ranchen.

Feng ranchen leaned against the door and saw the woman's face clearly. Feng ranchen is surprised, and then connects all the things together. Sure enough, the woman is Xiaoqing. And a look at Xiaoqing's figure shows that she is not a human being.