Eastern Palace

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I am like a scale, swinging, sinking all the way... sinking...

I don't know how long it has passed. It seems that after many years, it seems that I just woke up in a dream. The tenderness in my chest made me open my mouth and "wow" spit out a pool of water.

How much water did I drink... I was exhausted from vomiting.

I spit out the water in my stomach almost, and then I lay there dizzy. The dazzling sun shone so that I couldn’t open my eyes. I tried my best to lean my head and saw a pile of hay on my face. Then I used I tried my best to change the direction and saw a pile of earth and rock beside my face.

The corner of the assassin's robe is not far away. Hey, after a flood of white, it was still not dead, still an assassin, or still being held by the assassin.

I really had no energy, and I gushed water out of my mouth as soon as I spoke. I said feebly, "I want to kill..."

The assassin didn't make a sound, but plucked my head with a scabbard, and when I tilted my head, I continued to spit water... Spit, spit... I just spit out a stream...

I closed my eyes.

I passed out in a daze.

My dream seemed to be in the East Palace, and I quarreled with Li Chengyin. He protected his Zhao Liangdi, and I quarreled fiercely with him. He said: "Do you think I'm rare and you save the emperor? Don't think that I owe you the favor!" I was spitting blood out of him, I said I didn't want you to owe me any favor, but it was just a sword One sword, last time you saved me before the assassin, this time I will give it back to you. I said this in my mouth, but I was very sad, and even wept. I shed tears and did not want him to see it, so I lay on the smoker cage, and the smoker cage was really hot. I only lay there for a while, and I felt the skin and bones were burning, and the pain was very uncomfortable.

I lifted my eyelids, and my eyes seemed to be swollen, but my face was really hot, and my body was cold. It was cold for a while, and my teeth coughed. Is it snowing? I asked Adu. Adu went to lead my little red horse. Dad was not there. We just slipped out to ride quietly. Running horses in the snow is fun, the nose is red and cold, there are snow falling constantly on the sand dunes, the root of Achnatherum splendens is like Daddy’s beard, and there are black and white twists and turns... Daddy knows that I ran into the snow I will scold me again in the field...

Li Chengyin has not seen my little red horse, I don’t know how fast it runs... Why do I always think of Li Chengyin, he is not good to me... I feel sour in my heart, no, he It’s not bad for me, but I hope that the only person in his eyes is me...but he has Zhao Liangdi...Li Chengyin broke the arrow, and I remembered that he called me in a hurry, he Call: "Xiao Feng..." If I can't go back alive, he must be a little sad... I don't know how long he will be sad...

I tried my best to open my eyes and found that I was not in the grass beside the river, but in a small room with a moonlight leaking out of it. The photo was not too dark. It's Shangyuan Festival...Shili Lanhua, Jiuzhong City Que, Bafang Fireworks, Qixing Pagoda, Liufang Can't Help, Five Temples Bell, Four Gates Gaoqi, Three Mountains Together, Two Ways to Two Homes, One Peace Taiping... It should be The prosperous and lively Shangyuan Festival...Now this hilarity has nothing to do with me...I look forward to the Shangyuan Lantern Festival for a year, but the hilarity has not caught up...I am cold all the time, constantly After a chill, I found myself covered in fur fur. Although the skin is just ordinary sheepskin, the hair is curly and it should be extremely warm, but I finally know that I have a fever, and the fur is covered with a quilt, but I still fight the chills.

My eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and the room was full of boxes and cages, which seemed to be a barn. The assassin sat not far away, watching me slowly waking up, and he quietly put a bowl beside me. I ran into that bowl and it turned out to be hot.

"Ginger soup."

His voice was still in that strange tone. I was exhausted, and I even hummed like a mosquito: "I..."

I can't afford that bowl.

I had been sick once, and the illness made me toss to life, and now I finally got sick again. Usually I don't have to be sick, I just have to be sick. I tried twice, and my wrists were sore and I couldn't afford the bowl.

I didn't even count on it, and I was too lazy to think about why the assassin still made me a bowl of **** soup, and where is it. But it is always warmer than the river. Although the room is full of stuff, it is indoors after all, and it is ten times warmer than the wind and cold river.

The assassin walked over to pick up the bowl of **** soup and lifted me slightly. My throat was sore and I couldn't care about it anymore. I held the bowl in one hand and swallowed the **** soup with a big mouth. The soup is extremely spicy, and of course it is very difficult to drink, but after drinking it, the whole blood seems to start to flow again, and I suddenly choked.

I coughed and my ears were red and my hands were shaking as I held the bowl. When the assassin saw me like this, he held the bowl with one hand and patted it on my back with the other hand. I slowly took a breath, and suddenly stretched out my hand and pulled it off with a thunderbolt. The cloth towel covered his face.

He used his skill to avoid as long as he evaded, but if he evaded, he would have to let go, and as soon as he let go, my head would knock on the box. I originally thought that he would evade, and then I could break the porcelain bowl, maybe I could hide a piece of broken porcelain while the chaos was in case, just in case. Unexpectedly, he didn't let go and evade. What I didn't expect was the face after the cloth towel was ripped off.

I stared blankly at him, the moonlight was bright and clear, and although he came in through the window, I still knew him.

Gu Jian!

How could it be him?

The blood all over my body seemed to flow to the top of my head, and I asked, "Why?"

He did not answer me, but slowly put down the bowl.

I asked again: "Why?"

Why is he? Why is he going to hold His Majesty? Why did he not hesitate to kill so many people? Why did he take me to captivity? why? Why is all this?

I'm really stupid. How many people have such martial arts in the world? How come I didn't expect that there would be a few such people in the world with such strange skills as an assassin?

I shot Silly Dysprosium silly, looking forward to Gu Jian to save me.

Adu's life and death are unknown, Gu Jian is my last hope, and I hope he can come to my rescue.

why?

He said lightly: "Not why."

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