"Yes."
Listening to the sound of the piano, he bowed down and helped Nalan Xin to walk towards the palace of his heart.
After arriving at the palace, she hurried out of the palace to deliver the message.
Chongmen Huan was awakened by a burst of thunder.
When I opened my eyes, it was darkness, I couldn't see the darkness of my fingers, there was no light in the house, and I didn't know what time it was at this time, and the night had completely covered the world.
She remembered that tonight was supposed to be a vigil in Tsing Yi.
In the past, when Tsing Yi kept vigil, she used to light a faint oil lamp in the house, worried that when she woke up in the middle of the night, there would be no light and she would fall.
Today, this lamp is not on.
The window was not closed, and the spring breeze poured in from the window at night, and the plantain stretched out from the window was beaten by the wind, making a chaotic rustling sound.
The night was dark, only the cold wind howled, and there was no rain.
The thunder in the sky was bursting with explosions, lightning flashed, and the room was occasionally bright, and there was no sound in the silence, and the night was as cold as water.
The marble pillars of the warm pavilion glow with cold light.
This night, not to mention how weird it is.
"Tsing Yi."
She felt a little thirsty in her mouth, turned over and got up, fumbled for a fire fold to light the lamp, and casually called Tsing Yi.
No one outside responded to her.
Tsing Yi is the most competent and responsible, even if it is a vigil at night, it is very rare that he will not wake up from sleep.
Usually she calls her, and she wakes up.
After groping around, she still couldn't find the fire fold, and the place where the fire fold was usually set was empty.
It seems that tonight, everything is going exceptionally badly.
There was some irritability in my heart inexplicably.
A burst of lightning flashed, and the miserable white light illuminated the room for a moment, and she took advantage of the light to open the door, trying to wake up Tsing Yi who was sleeping outside the door.
The wind lantern hanging above the lintel outside the door emits a faint halo in the dark night.
Under the eaves, there was no one.
There was no night watchman at all.
Chongmen Huan had a doubt in her heart, and just wanted to turn around and go back to the house, when suddenly there was a loud thunder behind her, and the thunder seemed to hit the top of her head. smashed her head and knocked her unconscious.
"Four......
Four girls. ” There was a weak cry behind her, and Shigemen Huan felt someone gently tugging at the hem of her skirt.
In the treacherous night, the thunder was bursting, and the woman's breath was so weak that it seemed to be cut off at any moment, so that she only felt a little stiff all over.
In the air, there was a faint smell of blood.
The smell of blood, as the wind became more and more violent, the smell became a little bigger.
It spreads out in the air at a very fast speed, making people's hearts even more irritated.
She felt her neck freeze too.
Turning her head and looking down along the hem of her skirt, under the dim and faint light of the wind lamp, she saw a bloody hand grabbing the hem of her skirt vigorously, and on her white nightdress, she grabbed patches of blood.
She felt her heart twitch.
A loud bang exploded in the dark and inky sky, and the bleak white light streaked across the sky, tearing a hole in the dark sky.
Countless bright lights slanted down. illuminated the woman who was lying on the stairs of the eaves.
In the miserable white lightning, Tsing Yi's light cyan dress was already stained with blood, and her beautiful and delicate face was distorted because of pain.
Her face was covered in blood.
Glaring in pain, he tried his best to look up at her, and the pain in his big eyes became a memory that lingered in Shigemenhuan's heart for many years.