Stunning Phoenix Emperor

Chapter 253

"Bah!"
"Whoa!"
Unable to grasp the balance, he bumped into the table, and the exquisite tea set shook for a while. After the two teacups were overturned, they rolled down and fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.
"Hmm..." Su Hanxiao resisted the groans that almost blurted out, his right hand unconsciously grasped the lapel of his heart, his fingertips turned white from too much force, it seemed that only this could reduce the pain a little.
"What's the matter with you?" Qin Yue looked at her in surprise, but didn't rush over, instead there was some suspicion in her eyes.
Who told him that he had been deceived enough by this woman's tricks.
"Ruoshui..." Su Hanxiao spat out two words with difficulty.
Qin Yue frowned, she couldn't explain why she felt unhappy when she called Mei Ruoshui's name, she approached to help her, but when her hand touched her arm, she felt something was wrong.
It was very cold, almost without the temperature of a living person, as if what I was holding was just an icicle!
"Hey! Su Hanxiao!" Qin Yue really became anxious this time.
"Ruoshui can...help me adjust my breath." Su Hanxiao took a few deep breaths and uttered a clear sentence.
"Do you know where Mei Ruoshui is?" Qin Yue asked.
Su Hanxiao smiled wryly and shook his head. Moreover, even if the people from Xuanming Palace were to send an interrogation, he didn't know when Mei Ruoshui would come back.
Qin Yue was also a little hesitant. His inner strength was deeper than that of Mei Ruoshui, but due to his physique, he also practiced negative inner strength methods, and Su Hanxiao's condition was like cold air invading his blood vessels. Chong, it might get worse.However, if he remembers correctly, Wanmei Piaoxue of Xuanming Palace seems to have the most yang and hot internal energy to match it. Wouldn't the conflict of cold and heat destroy the meridians and blood vessels?
"Uh..." Su Hanxiao grabbed his arm.
"Besides Mei Ruoshui, who else can I look for?" Qin Yue gritted her teeth and asked.
"Father." Su Hanxiao hesitated for a moment before saying.
Although Mei Guijun ordered the palace to be closed and not to be disturbed by anyone, but this time, if he didn't disturb, he might die, right?Is there no cure for the damned yin and yang deprivation?It's impossible to let Mei Ruoshui follow her every step of the way for the rest of her life, not to mention, with such a suppressing method, if she is not careful, she will eat back at Mei Ruoshui, just like the blood Mei Ruoshui kept spitting out when she was helping her adjust her breath for the first time, red too dazzling.
"I'll take you to Hanxiang Hall." Qin Yue immediately made a decision.
"Let Qixian go together." Su Hanxiao whispered.
Qin Yue nodded, and also understood that her status in the palace was embarrassing. If she took the half-dead Su Hanxiao through the entire palace like this, he might not be able to reach the Hanxiang Palace and he would be arrested as an assassin who murdered the princess.
Asking Su Hanxiao to lie on the recliner, he first went outside to call Yuxiao, and told him to call Qixian over.
When she came back again, she saw that Su Hanxiao's face was pale from the cold, and her lips were purple.
"Afterwards, explain carefully." Qin Yue looked at her and said.
"Understood." Su Hanxiao forced a smile.
Soon, Qixian walked in alone, and was shocked when he saw this situation.
"Don't say anything." Su Hanxiao calmed down and said as briefly as possible, "I'm a relapse of an old illness, don't alarm anyone, send me to Hanxiang Hall, and meet my father in secret."
"Yes." Qixian quickly recovered, and quickly ordered someone to prepare a soft sedan chair, and helped him in with Qin Yue, then turned around and said, "Mr. Qin, too?"
"Of course." Qin Yue nodded.
If there is something wrong with Su Hanxiao this time, the problem will be really big, especially for him, he will never be able to get rid of the title of murdering the empress!
Because the imperial palace is too big, some nobles will sit in this kind of sedan chair when they go to distant places, and there are familiar Qixian beside them, so although their group has attracted some people's attention, they have not There was too much commotion, and he arrived at the Hanxiang Palace smoothly.
There were few guards around the Hanxiang Hall, which was close to the cold palace, and with the fact that Mr. Mei Gui closed the palace, it was even more deserted.
Standing at the door, Qi Xian looked at the plum blossom grove that seemed to be empty, and said calmly, "His Royal Highness is asking to see Mr. Mei Gui, can someone inform me?"
"Your Majesty said that no one will be seen." A black shadow flashed, and there was a boy in black with a cold expression in front of him.
"But..." Qi Xian looked at the soft sedan behind him in embarrassment, but did not get the slightest hint.
"Please go back." The boy in black said coldly.
"No need to talk nonsense." Qin Yue stepped forward, although she was still unwell, her momentum did not weaken at all.
"Young Master Qin, what do you want to do?" Qixian asked in surprise.
"If you don't give way, kill it." Qin Yue replied simply.

"Those who don't give way, kill!" The cold sentence made the atmosphere at the entrance of Hanxiang Hall tense.
"What did you say?" The boy in black's expression became ugly.
"Don't make me say it a second time." The discomfort in her body and the anxiety in her heart made Qin Yue a lot more irritable, and she walked in with every step.
"Young Master Qin!" Qi Xian called out urgently, although he was only a small servant, but he had been in the palace for many years, and vaguely knew that this Hanxiang Palace was different from other palaces, and that he could not force his way into it.
"Follow!" Qin Yue only uttered two words.
"Irreverent!" The boy in black was so angry that his face turned livid, and the soft sword at his waist came out of its sheath, like a spirit snake, piercing straight into his face.
Qin Yue didn't even look at him, as soon as she made a wrong step, the edge of the sword brushed past his neck by a tiny margin, and then she slashed the young man's sword-holding wrist neatly.
"Clang!" The soft sword fell to the ground.
The boy in black took three or four steps back, clutching his painful wrist with an expression of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)