Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 137

The sun is shining and the autumn wind is blowing.There are still small ripples in the pond, and fish occasionally come out of the water and turn their bodies, the water is sparkling.The two people on the opposite side of the wooden table by the pool fell silent.

Mu Qingli chuckled, she is not from this world, that's right.But now it is, here she has occupied other people's bodies, and has everything she cares about.

"Even if I'm not, what can I tell you?" Mu Qingli said lightly.

What can I tell you...

Dongfang Mo's eyelashes trembled, and the melancholy in his eyes was in vain.What can you tell him?What does he want to know?Dongfang Mobai slightly parted and closed his lips, silent.In the dream, he became another person, feeling her every frown and smile in the blurred picture, and the emotions in his heart were touched with her at that moment, so deep and sad, there was always a kind of pain and regret penetrating into the bone marrow.But he didn't know why he regretted it, hated it, hated himself.

Mu Qingli didn't intend to accompany him to think. The tea on the table was already cold, so he got up and said, "If there is nothing else, I'm leaving."

"Wait." Dongfang Mo paused slightly as he rubbed his fingers against each other, raised his head, frowning with sad and confused brows, silently watched her and said, "Can you tell me why you and I are here?"

Mu Qingli stared at him with lowered eyebrows, his face was indifferent, and he said flatly: "I'm dead, and I'll be here when I wake up. As for you, I don't know." After speaking, he turned around and walked out without stopping.

died?

Dongfang Mo's back stiffened, the bone-deep pain paralyzed his whole body, and his head felt like needle pricks.died!she died!In the dream she died.

This idea had just been truly stated, and Dongfang Mo suddenly felt that the root of all this came from here. "Bang!" The teacup in his hand was pinched and shattered, and he held his head in both hands and trembled slightly.Fragments seem to flash one after another in my mind, but I can't see clearly at all, I can only feel the last regret and despair.

Mu Qingli!Qing Li!Qing Li!
There were desperate cries in his mind, his face buried below was pale, and the melancholy in his eyes seemed so thick that it was about to drip water.

"Young Master!" Feng Yi's panicked voice came, and he quickly supported Dongfang Mo's shoulders. The ancient air was transmitted into his body, calming down the irritability in his body, and worried repeatedly: "Young Master! Are you okay?"

Dongfang Mo waved his hand, signaling that there was nothing to let him go down.Feng frowned, only to back out silently.Mu Qingli, what did that woman do to let the young master do this.

Beiyun Palace.

The imperial doctor came in and out, and the whole palace wing room was filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which was neither unpleasant nor pleasant.

At this time, Bei Haoyang, who was wearing a light yellow robe, stood aside, looking coldly at the trembling imperial doctor in front of him.Beside him was Bei Yaoqin lying on the soft couch, she saw that her face was covered with white bandages, black ointment could be seen in the bandages, and her face could no longer be seen.She tightly held the brocade silk on the soft couch with her fingers, and her body trembled slightly.

In front of her was the middle-aged imperial doctor, who was half-bending. He was holding scissors to cut off a corner of the bandage on her face, and then handed it to the young palace servant beside her.Fingers slowly peeled off the white bandages covering Bei Yaoqin's face, and dropped them in circles.

As the bandage was completely removed, it was seen that her face was covered with black and green ointment, and there were criss-crossed bumps on her face, plus her eyes that were opened at this time.The eyes are bloodshot and hatred, as well as fear and expectation, especially scary.

"Water." The imperial doctor sighed secretly when he saw the bulge of the ointment, and ordered to the assistant beside him.

The palace people hurriedly brought someone over with the brocade silk.

The imperial doctor pinched the brocade silk in the water until it was half dry, and then slowly helped Bei Yaoqin wipe off the dry ointment on her face, revealing her tender skin and the bloody scars little by little.

The imperial doctor wiped his fingers very carefully, for fear that it might hurt her even the slightest bit, especially when he rubbed her scars, even his fingers trembled slightly, just because Bei Yaoqin raised her hands and looked at him sharply. s eyes.

After wiping, even though the people around were already prepared, a few people couldn't help but gasped, and then hurriedly lowered their heads in fear, for fear of being noticed by Bei Yaoqin.

Bei Yaoqin's expression suddenly turned ferocious when he heard those inhalation sounds.Turning his head to look at Bei Haoyang expectantly, his fingers tightly gripping the corner of his clothes, he asked softly nervously: "Brother Huang, how..."

Bearing the nausea in his heart, Bei Haoyang still frowned involuntarily, held her hand in his palm, shook his head and comforted him: "It's okay, it will be fine."

Bei Yaoqin's expression changed abruptly, she shook off his palm fiercely, and hung down on the soft couch under her body, Vastilly shouted: "Come here! Mirror! Bring me the mirror!"

"Ah!" A court lady took a step back in shock, and she staggered and fell to the ground.She looked at Bei Yaoqin's gaze, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed vigorously: "Princess, spare my life! Princess, spare my life, this servant knows it's wrong! Please, princess, spare my life!"

"Drag it down! Drag it down and chop it up!" Bei Yaoqin yelled ferociously, and before anyone came, she had already grabbed the teacup on the table beside her and hit the palace lady on the head with all her might.

"Crack!" The teacup shattered, and the palace maid also had a bloody head and fell down with a disastrous face, dying beyond death.

Everyone present couldn't help taking a step back slightly in dismay, Bei Haoyang snorted coldly and didn't stop him.Here in the Imperial Palace of the Eastern Song Dynasty, the maid who died was also a court lady of the Eastern Song Dynasty, and she deserved it if she died.

At this time, a court lady brought the mirror over, stood in front of Bei Yaoqin tremblingly and said, "Princess, the mirror is here."

"Hold it up!" Bei Yaoqin said coldly, her eyes fixed on the maid.

The maid didn't dare to make a mistake, she reached out and lifted the mirror up, facing Bei Yaoqin, her head was lowered, as if she was afraid of seeing her expression at this time.

Bei Yaoqin's eyes widened suddenly, flashing with despair and fear.The woman in the mirror was so strange, the criss-crossing scars on her face were disgusting like centipedes coiled around her face, especially the colorful tattoo on her right cheek was mixed with such scars, it was even more disgusting like a poison .

(End of this chapter)