There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1407 The dilapidated cold palace (4)
"Empress, you are not feeling well, try not to move, this servant will let someone arrange a sedan chair, and send the empress to the cold palace."

"Qing'er, remember, from now on, Chu Kingdom will no longer have me as a queen. Don't call me a queen again. If someone with a heart wants to hear it, I'm afraid it will kill you."

"My lady..."

"Also, I'm no longer the concubine empress I used to be. I saved you just to use you. You don't need to follow me anymore. A deposed empress is not qualified to sit in a sedan chair." Yang Churuo laughed at himself, There was endless bitterness in his eyes.

With a plop, Qing'er knelt on the ground, and knocked her head three times, "But the maid has never used the slaves, and instead treats the slaves as relatives. The maids, the slaves' family members are all gone, the slaves are only the maids, and the slaves will never Will leave the empress, slaves are not afraid of hardship."

Yang Churuo picked up the comb, straightened the three thousand black hair, randomly picked up one of the most simple wooden hairpins, endured the discomfort in his body, pushed open the gate of Fengluan Palace, and walked out .

Not afraid of hardship... She has never seen the life of the cold palace, how can she bear it without being afraid of a word.

She doesn't need anyone to follow her. None of the people who follow her will end well. She is alone from the beginning to the end.

Near noon, the sun was very strong, but it couldn't illuminate her dark heart.

Maybe, she shouldn't have happiness at all...

God gave her a few good years, and everything was enough.

"Lead the way." Yang Churuo didn't even want to see this Fengluan Palace that gave her happiness and pain because she had nothing to say.

The guard was stunned, but he didn't expect that the abolished Empress Yang would be so straightforward. Among the women who were thrown into the cold palace in the past, which one didn't cry and want to see the emperor.

She was special, she didn't cry, shout or make trouble, she was covered with scars, but she could bear it, and followed them to the cold palace, just because of this point, other concubines couldn't compare.

Looking at Yang Churuo's cold back, the guard couldn't help showing a little more respect.

Qing'er doesn't control much, she only knows that she wants to follow her mother, so Qing'er will follow all the way to Lenggong.

The guards around didn't know if they had already got the news and let Qing'er follow, so they didn't say anything and let her follow.

The farther you go to the Leng Palace, the more remote it becomes. Along the way, there are hardly a few servants to be seen.

Finally, they came to the cold palace.

Looking at the dilapidated, dilapidated and moss-covered Nuoda cold and cold palace, Qing'er only felt chills.

The swishing cold wind blows through the gap of the locked door, like the ghost wind from hell, Qing'er can't help leaning against Yang Churuo, looking around vigilantly, afraid of passing by.

Yang Churuo was seriously injured, and walked all the way to the cold palace, his body could barely hold on. He barely supported the two moss-covered lions outside the cold palace, and then he was able to stand upright, but his face was pale, without even a trace of blood.

Looking up, what came into view was the two plaques of the ice pavilion that were almost weathered and faded to the point where they couldn't see the color clearly.

Under the typesetting, there is a closed door. The door is made of solid wood and painted with bright red lacquer. Due to the age, the red lacquer has faded and weathered, and only a little red can be seen vaguely.

There is a big lock on the wooden door, the lock has been embroidered, the guards have used the key to open it several times, but they can't open it, and they don't know how many years they haven't opened it. up.

The cold palace is very big, but it is very deserted, without any popularity, and there are fallen leaves all around.

It has just entered autumn, but it is colder than winter.

After the guards knocked and beat for a while, they opened the lock, and Yang Churuo stepped into the cold palace gate first.

She thought that being outside was desolate enough, but after coming in, Yang Churuo realized that the outside was much better than the inside.

In the inner courtyard, there are weeds everywhere, almost as tall as a person, and the road leading to the cold palace house has been completely blocked by weeds. In the middle of the courtyard, two unknown trees are planted, rustling down The leaves are falling from the tree.

In the yard, apart from the weeds, there are spider webs, and you can see big spiders crawling with their slender legs.

Looking further ahead, there are holes in the large tiles, and it is not known whether the inside will be flooded when it rains.

They don't even need to go in and look, and they can guess that there can't be much better inside, I'm afraid there isn't even a shelter.

Seeing this scene, Qing'er's face immediately changed, "This place is so desolate, how can your mother live? You can change your place for your mother."

(End of this chapter)