When Yan Jiuming rushed to Qinghuan Garden, he saw such a scene.
The spring night is steep, the cold wind is whistling from all directions, this Qinghuan Garden was originally empty, but now it is filled with blood, and it looks even more empty and weird.
Chongmen Huan knelt on the ground, tightly hugging the maid who was covered in blood and her body had long been cooled.
The eyes are red.
The girl held the person in her arms, her head hung slightly, her fair and delicate face was incomprehensibly sad, her long eyelashes drooped, and a heavy shadow fell on her eyelids.
The eyelashes trembled uncontrollably a few times from time to time.
Like the colorful wings of the beautiful butterfly, a flutter, sprinkled with countless fragrances and beauty.
It touches people's hearts.
She was very young, and she was also very simple and kind, like the girl who hid the wine jar under the peach blossom tree many years ago, her head hung down, and her long eyelashes fluttered.
There is a shadow under the eyelids, but it can't hide the shadows, like bright eyes full of the entire galaxy, in the dark night, giving birth to infinite sparkling stars.
Shining in his heart, it became a bright light of hope.
He had worked hard for the starry eyes under her eyes.
Even if it backfires, no amount of hatred can offset the galaxy in her eyes.
The face in front of me, the clean and brilliant eyes, are too similar.
There's always something I can't bear to bear.
Chongmen Huan sat on the marble stairs with Tsing Yi in his arms and said nothing, and the palace guards who had already rushed over after hearing the sound surrounded the courtyard, but no one dared to alarm her.
After all, the current identity of Chongmenhuan is not a nameless little master in this Qinghuan Garden.
She is about to become the emperor and queen of Southern Qin.
Mother of the world.
Therefore, under several persuasions, Chongmenhuan was still indifferent, and they had to stay on the side in a proper manner, not daring to leave, nor daring to persuade again.
A servant girl beside her was also wiping her tears, and the sad atmosphere was endless.
For Yan Jiuming, death is commonplace, and the death of a slave is insignificant.
He is incomprehensible to Chongmenhuan's sadness.
He was furious that someone dared to do something in his harem!
"What about Qin Rufeng?"
Qin Rufeng, Qin Xuanji's cousin, Qin Yunxi's brother, the noble son who was once elegant and handsome, once showed a weak and powerful Qin Rufeng in front of her Qin Xuanji. but secretly colluded with his sister to plot.
Pushed her into a cliff, ruined her father, and finally fed the bones of her parents to wolves, and her father's cronies and mother's family were all affected.
For a while, the blood flowed like a river.
And he, Qin Rufeng, took over all the power of the Qin family in the capital.
Become the commander of the forbidden army.
This forbidden army is his.
Chongmen Huan thought about meeting each other, but he didn't expect it to be in such a scenario.
The straight man in the black flying fish suit walked quickly from the night, and the elegant noble son at the beginning now has a cold and hard bearing in his eyebrows.
Elegant and feminine temperament, wearing this flying fish suit that represents spiritual power and murderous energy, adds a bit of anger.
She had never found out before that an elegant and noble son like Qin Rufeng, who looked like a scholar, could be so murderous.
He walked quickly to Yan Jiuming's side and knelt down on one knee to plead guilty: "Weichen Qin Rufeng was derelict in his duty and came to plead guilty. ” The soft voice that the man used to chant Fengyue's poems used to be extremely cold and decisive at this moment.
In the depths of time, there are many unknown secrets.