There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1418 Meeting in the Cold Palace (3)
What kind of master is he following? He obviously cares about it, but he refuses to let the servants tell her everything in the cold palace. The master just rushed over in this violent storm. All the common people explain?

Shui Ji and Shui Ling were frightened, and the guards waiting at the side were also frightened one after another, and quickly chased after him.

On a tall building outside the cold palace, a bright yellow figure stands majestically, with a straight body looking towards the ice pavilion leaning on the railing, a pair of complex and deep eyes stained with deep distress, white and slender hands, tightly holding the solid wooden railing in front of him The pillars were so powerful that they almost broke the thick and thick pillars.

Behind the man in the bright yellow dragon robe was a boy in black who was about his age. The boy in black supported him with an oil-paper umbrella to cover the man in the bright yellow dragon robe tightly so that the rain would not splash on him. The black clothes on his body had already been soaked by the rain.

The heavy rain ran wildly, and the two figures, one yellow and one black, seemed to be frozen. Standing in the pavilion at the highest point, they stared blankly at the desolate Lenggong in the distance.

There, a woman in plain white clothes ignored the lightning, thunder, strong wind and heavy rain, and climbed to the roof by a ladder that might break at any time. Braving the heavy rain, she laid the tiles on the house one by one, so that the house would not hide even one person. There is no place for rain.

The woman has a slender figure and a beautiful appearance, and her simple and rough clothes can't stop her peerless elegance, but the woman's face is extremely pale, and she doesn't know if she is ill.

It was raining heavily, and the woman's body was wet, and she looked doubly vulnerable in the storm, as if she might fall down at any time when the wind blows.

The rain hit her head and flowed down her face, forcing the woman to struggle to open her eyes.

Under the roof, the water was knee-deep, and a maid dressed as a maid stood under the heavy rain, looking nervously at the top of her head, and shouted anxiously, "Mother, don't spread any more, it's dangerous on the top, if you fall, don't worry!" Alright, ma'am..."

The rain was too heavy, no matter how loud the maid's voice was, she would still be submerged in the rain, the maid could only shout at the top of her voice, "Madam, this servant is helping you, hurry up, it's really dangerous up there, ah... "

The maid suddenly saw Yang Churuo stepping on her foot, and couldn't help screaming. Fortunately, Yang Churuo supported the tile beam in time, so she didn't fall off, but she was still in a very dangerous situation.

A weak woman, braving the violent wind and rain, covered with rubble, shivering on the roof several meters high, how can she not be worrying.

Qing'er saw tears streaming down her face, and cried out loudly, "Your Majesty, come down quickly, anyway, we've been drenched for so long, we don't care if we drench a little longer, the heavy rain will stop soon, Empress... this servant is begging you."

Yang Churuo wiped the rainwater off his face, and while laying it carefully, he said loudly to Qing'er below, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, as long as you pave this place well, the rainwater won't hit you. We're on."

"Your Majesty, come down quickly, I beg you, my maidservant, if you want to make a bed, just let your maidservant come, your empress..." Qing'er fell to her knees with a plop, and burst into tears.

Your Majesty... Where are you, don't you see that the Empress is suffering?

"It's almost ready, just wait a little longer." Yang Churuo gritted her teeth, not knowing how many blood holes were scratched out on her body, she just tried her best to pave the rubble of the world, and the rainwater hit her body, every drop It hurt like a whip.

Shui Ling stared at everything in front of her in a daze, and could hardly believe that the queen of a country had fallen into this situation, not to mention she was a weak woman, even if she was a burly man, they would not be able to bear the storm. Maybe the roof is covered with rubble, the tiles are slippery when it rains, and the top is covered with moss. If it falls, it is no joke.

(End of this chapter)