The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

When Su Yueming walked out of the Yonghe Garden, he raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

The sky was fading, and the setting sun was like blood. The setting sun reflected on her flawless white face. She looked a little blurred in the light and shadow, as if she would leave without knowing when.

The scenery in the world is dreamlike and illusory. Is this the same as the sky in the previous life?

Qi Yiniang is gone again, this is what she did not expect, a person who does not have the courage to hold his head up to live may have the power to die, Su Yueming understands another truth.

Because of Su Yurong's honesty at the last moment, she didn't want to kill Qi Yiniang, not because she forgave Qi Yiniang, but because she didn't want Su Yurong to be alone in the future.

"Miss San, I went to inquire just now. The eldest lady has new injuries and old injuries. She is still unconscious and dying. The prime minister has sent a message that the eldest lady must be rescued." Bi'er reported the news one by one. Su Yueming was informed.

"What about Miss?" Su Yueming asked.

"For some reason, something like this happened to the eldest lady, but the eldest lady has disappeared. I heard that the prime minister was angry about it."

"Oh." Su Yueming nodded lightly. At this moment, she doesn't seem to be interested in Su Baixi's affairs.

This battle has already hurt the foundation of the eldest lady. In addition, the truth of Su Qingru's tragic death was revealed again, and Qi Yiniang was also lost because of this. Both the old lady and Su Buqing had lost patience with the eldest lady. If she hadn't miscalculated, Da Furen had basically come to an end this time.

What she's thinking right now is—

She spread her hands, and in her hand was the small porcelain bottle Su Buqing gave her, which was said to contain love potions.

"Miss San, the King of the North Court welcomes you." As if knowing that she was thinking about him, at this moment, Murong Canghai sent Ying Lie to call her over.

"Wait a moment, you have gone back to the King of the North Courtyard, I will be there later." She put the small porcelain bottle back into her sleeve and said.

After changing his clothes, before he could say anything, he heard the sound of a flute.

I only heard the quaint silver notes slipping down in the sound of the flute. This sound, like water, flows long and leisurely. Listen carefully, but it seems to be rippling with sadness.

Su Yueming pushed open the courtyard door, and saw a dark purple figure standing under the pear tree in the courtyard, slender, cold, arrogant, and unbearable in the world.

The mist in the morning hadn't melted yet, and the white petals lingered around him, as if there was a rising fairy air.

She did not expect that a man like Murong Canghai would have such leisure and elegance.

She stepped forward and did not startle him, but walked aside, raised her hand and picked off a crystal clear pear blossom, and placed it in her palm.

There is a dewdrop hidden in the petals, she slightly opened her lips, and put the pear blossom between her lips.

Such a pure and flawless flower has a bitter taste.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and in the misty light, she seemed to see the old time again.

"You're here." The sound of the flute stopped, he turned around, looked at her, and asked, as if he knew she would definitely come.

She raised her eyes and met his eyes, and the eyes of the two intertwined in mid-air, as if separated by a hundred years.

"Yes, here I am," she said.

The wind blows, and the white petals fall like snow, falling on the hair, the skirt, the palm of the hand...