Queen's Purpose

Chapter 914 Large tracts of memory—although it is incoherent, what he saw is clearly what they have experienced
Quan Qingjiu slowly bent down, with one knee slightly bent, resting on the ground, her fingertips trembling imperceptibly, finally touching the blood jade doll, her mind seemed to be bitten hard by something suddenly After a while, severe pain hit.

A low hoarse hum came from the man's throat.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee, leaning against the wall, pressing his temples hard, his brain felt like a needle prick.

…………

When Fu Chen came in, it was already half an hour later, and what he saw was such a picture——

It was clearly a severe cold day, but the man was clearly soaked, his face was pale and his eyes were closed, as if he had just experienced a fierce "war", and his whole body was like his powerless and drenched black hair , leaning against the wall feebly.

that wall...

Once upon a time, someone came in from here and took away the empress empress, causing the emperor to experience the pain of the nail plate, and he was tortured and seriously injured and almost died.

Later, the wall was clearly filled in, but unexpectedly, the gears of fate returned to the track again after the vicissitudes of life - the day the empress disappeared, she disappeared in the Dragon Palace, behind the wall .

And the emperor was still seriously injured - but this time it was not the body, but the heart.

Fuchen's eyes flashed, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

He walked over slowly and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

The man didn't answer for a long time, nor did he move.

If Fushen hadn't seen that he was holding the blood jade doll tightly in his hand, the joints were turning blue, the knuckles were turning white, and even the outline of the jaw was in an obviously tight line, maybe he would have thought he was in a coma don't wake up.

"emperor……"

He tried to call out again, the silent man finally opened his eyes slowly, but the scarlet eyes were shocked, "Your Majesty!"

Quan Qingjiu's eyes did not move, it was like a cold dry well, with a little more depth and precipitation that is difficult to fathom.

He glanced at him lightly, "What's the matter?"

His voice was also hoarse.

Fuchen looked at him with a frown, always felt that there was something different about him, and then attributed the difference to the emperor being overly sad after the empress left, so he didn't think much about it.

He couldn't bear it and said: "The news just came that our people found the trace of the empress in Yancheng, just in the afternoon. But at that time, the empress changed her disguise and didn't recognize her in time, so she let her run away again."

morning?

A stern look flashed across Quan Qing's nine eyes, and he stood up on the ground, shaking slightly.

The tingling sensation was still unscrupulous in his brain, but it was much better than before.

During that half an hour, many things shuttled through his mind like a revolving lantern. It was no longer as simple as a few frames occasionally appearing a while ago, but a large piece of memory—although it was not coherent. , but what he saw was clearly what they had experienced.

Like a bystander watching their past.

No one else but her.

She was happy, she was sad, she was depressed, she was in despair, and... she was determined to stab a dagger into his chest with an indifferent face.

Quan Qingjiu closed her eyes, which were dark and scarlet.

He tightened his fingers even more, stroking the warm corners of the blood jade.

When the playback of the pictures in his mind stopped, he only remembered part of the past. The pain in his brain eased a bit, but the pain in his chest was worse than before, as if thousands of insects and ants were gnawing at his heart at the same time.

(End of this chapter)