MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 226 Finale (23)

226 Finale (23)

Xiao Ke couldn't bear to look at her expression, then lowered his eyelashes and nodded again. Manyu doesn't need to look at her, he knows the answer. The tears slipped out of the eyes, into the lips and teeth, and bitter like the drugs that were difficult to swallow.

She opened her mouth again, her voice choked, "He gave him his life ... also to me, didn't he?" The water on the ground was no longer warm, and the cold air on the ground penetrated her heart and froze her. skin.

Unstoppable grief came from the bottom of her heart, she couldn't bear it, and a dizzy burst in her head. Suddenly, there were countless pictures flashing in her mind, like splitting her head to her eyes for playback.

The memory of the past, like a tide, surged and drowned her. Everything in her memory seemed to be punctured with fragments of time, piercing her without any skin.

At that moment, my mind was blank and breathing seemed to stop.

It is no longer a fragment of her dream, but a complete memory of a woman who has lived for seventeen years. In that memory, there was a woman named Rongle who experienced the downfall of her family when she was seven years old, her parents' unjust death, entered the enemy's chess game under the helpless fate, and became a sad pawn, in love and hatred Struggling with it. When he broke through the plot of the enemy's plot, he almost lost his life, and at the cost of amnesia, he survived in another way with the love of a man.

This is the short life of Qin Rongzhen, but it is only part of her long life.

"How could this be?"

"how could this be?"

She was sitting naked, paralyzed on the ground, her complex look revealing incredible sadness and despair, and muttering to herself: "Impossible, impossible!"

Xiao Ke was frightened. She took the towel and helped her up, but she didn't move and completely lost her ability to respond.

"Sister Princess, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Sister ... Get up, it's cold on the ground."

Man Ke was stubbornly stood up by Xiao Ke. She turned her head sternly and looked at Xiao Ke. Her dark pupils were empty, as if hollowed out of her heart.

"Keer, you tell me, I'm not Rongle, I'm not Rongle? Right? I'm Manga, I'm not Rongle ..." She suddenly lost control and held Xiao Ke's hand, repeating it again and again. With this question, so eager, so eager for someone to give her a confirmed answer: she is not Rongle, she is just a man, she is just a woman walking through the man!

Who can give her the answer?

"Sister, don't do this, you have just detoxified, you can't be too excited. What happened? You are Princess Rongle, my princess sister."

"No, I'm not ..." She finally couldn't bear the sudden blow, her heart was suffocated and she passed out.

Xiao Ke had already put her clothes on when she recovered her sanity. She was leaning against the wall and sitting on a stool, her snow-white coat reflected the blood redness on the ground. She sat there stupefiedly, as if she were a chicken.

In that long-lasting memory, the handsome and elegant teenager with a faint smile once asked her, "What's your name?"

She sat on the slate by the lake, paddling the turquoise water with her hands, and the cool temperature was soaking her delicate palms. She didn't look back and said casually: "My name is ... you call me Ronger."

"Ronger, this name is not good. It conflicts with the royal surname. You can't say that in front of others in the future." The young man urged softly, with a mild complexion, and said: "It's very remote here, why do you like to be alone at night Come here, standing idly by the kiosk? I heard that several people have drowned in this lake, and there are often ghosts, aren't you afraid? "

She turned to look at him, and said calmly, "Don't you like to come here too? It doesn't matter if you are remote. I like the quietness here, and no one disturbs me." She said, turning her eyes, smiling, and asking. "If I said, I am a ghost, would you be afraid?"

"Ghost? You?" The boy laughed lowly, walked to her, and sat down next to her gracefully. "I thought you were a man who wouldn't laugh."

She looked down and said lightly: "Just treat me as a joke. Being a man cannot always be so boring."

The boy nodded in approval, and said, "What were you thinking about? Seeing that you don't seem to be in a good mood, do you miss home? If you miss home, I will take you back later. Where is your home?"

She looked up and looked at the bright moon hanging in the dark sky. Her eyes were quiet and quiet, her voice was murky. "My home ... In a very remote place, that is an insurmountable distance, and I will never go back."

Young raised his eyebrows and was slightly curious, "Oh? There is still a long way to go in this world? Tell me."

She replied jokingly: "Yes, that's a distance of thousands of years. Can you handle it?"

On that day, the teenager in the moonlight was like walking out of a peerless picture book. It was the long time that she had been with the dead in the cold palace for ten years, and for the first time she had an encounter with someone other than the man in black. Since then, the lonely and cold soul has been warmed up.

It turned out that before these six years, there were 17 long spring and autumn seasons that had been sealed up.

And she has come to this world for so long!

The Royal Palace of Qiyun, the main hall of Xuanyuan above the three high platforms, is magnificent and magnificent. In front of the hall, on the high platform, the ceremonies spread out gorgeously.

A phoenix with a golden yellow curtain hanging on all sides, Qi Yuntai sat in the back of it, with a dignified and elegant gesture, and looked at the man lying on the back of the chair from time to time. The man was in his forties, very thin and skinny, and his original handsome facial features now looked a little scary. He stared, with deep hatred and deep anxiety in his eyes. Next to Feng Yan, the **** director of Cixi Palace stood.

In front of them, under the bright yellow canopy, Emperor Qiyun was wearing a dragon robe and wearing an emperor's crown. The crown was different from the usual twelve crowns, which were dense and long, covering his entire face. He sat on a dragon chair made of pure gold, his hands resting on the armrests carved with dragon heads on both sides, motionless. Standing next to his **** Xiao Xunzi.

There were no civil and military ministers around, and no one million troops protecting the country. There were only a few dozen eunuchs and 3,000 men in black guards, separated on both sides.

The clouds in November were deep and heavy with mist, and the cold currents rushed towards people's necks, but they did not feel cold, because under the platform there was a strangely large brazier, two feet square and about two feet tall. The fiery red charcoal in the pot was burning fiercely. Among the red flames constantly rising in the wind, a total of 990 iron nails of a foot height were burned red.

The palace ladies and eunuchs standing on the high platform always consciously or unintentionally stepped back, thinking: If anyone accidentally falls into the brazier, they will be nailed by iron nails if they are not burned by the fire, for fear that even a corpse will not be caught. .

The wide square under the platform is divided into two floors, and the edge of the step is a little higher. Two men riding on the horses, respectively, wear a black cloak and a teal cloak, hunting and flying in the cold wind that roars. Inside are the exclusive golden armors of the emperor, flapping in the wind and squealing. The two were the Southern Emperor Zongzheng and Northern Emperor Zongzheng who led the army into the Imperial City. The two men who used to resemble the sea are now riding side by side at the moment. Although there is a distance in the middle, it looks strangely harmonious.

The two of them glanced around without any frivolity. It should be said that this Qiyun country should have at least a hundred thousand soldiers and horses, but why, they all broke into the palace, but there are only three thousand guards here?

The Queen Mother looked at Zong Zheng without worry. Behind them, the army of nearly half a million people stretched for miles without seeing the end.

The soldiers followed the emperor's breakthrough and came in blood. 500,000 people are so desperate that they want to drown the entire palace.

The ninth prince was riding on a horse in silver armor, and 20,000 archers behind him were ready. He pulled a bow and aimed at the people on the platform. After waiting for an order, he wanted to queen the Empress Dowager and Emperor Qiyun The arrow penetrates the heart. In this square, the soldiers of the Southern and Northern Dynasties all arrived.

Qiyun faced such a battle behind her face, looking very calm, and said with a dignified smile: "It is rare for the Emperor of the South and the Emperor to come to our dynasty together. The Ai family and the emperor have been waiting here for a long time. I wonder if the scenery of our Qiyun Kingdom is on this way. Satisfied two? "

Zong Zheng raised his hand without worry, Feng Yan's evil and cold, he narrowed his eyes, too lazy to be polite with them, and said coldly: "He is only interested in your head. He counts three times, and will not surrender his Wife, I immediately ordered an arrow! One or two ... "

Qiyun's color remained unchanged, her mouth slightly hooked, her eyes narrowed to the side of the eaves. Zongzheng Wuyou just counted to two, and suddenly two people fell off the eaves of the crooked roof of the Xuanyuan Temple. The two had strips of cloth in their mouths, tied their hands and feet, and hung upside down from the eaves. One of them was wearing a colorful Fenghua suit, slightly old, with disheveled hair and burn scars on half of his face. The other woman, dressed in white, had snowy hair and a beautiful face. Below them is the huge brazier, the flames of tongues raging in the basin, as if to devour everything violently and decisively. 2k novel reading network