MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 219 Finale (16)

219 Finale (16)

"Ronger." She was clearly a very light voice, but she heard a depressed panic. Opening his eyes reluctantly, he saw a long, thin figure appearing silently in the room. He wore a night coat, apparently secretly.

Emperor Qiyun moved quickly towards her, picked her up, and asked nervously, "Ronger, what's wrong with you? I heard you're sick? Why is your body so cold?"

Man was held by him, feeling his arms very warm. She raised her strength, grabbed his arm, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, my child? How is the child? How is he?"

She was so worried and anxious that she lost her usual calm when she mentioned her child.

Qi Yundi put her on the bed, but did not release her, still hugged tightly, and said quietly, "I haven't seen the child, but rest assured, I promise that the child will be fine for the time being."

Man Man is a little disappointed, can't he even see the child? She gradually calmed down, holding her stomach up and inhaling in pain. Slowly, he pushed him away and asked, "What the **** do you want to do with me and my child?"

Emperor Qiyun lowered his eyes and did not speak. After a while, he turned his head slightly, saw the food on the table next to him, and frowned. "They will give you this?" He picked up the chopsticks, picked it, just chewed it, and spit it out. She looked annoyed and angry, looking back at her, her eyes distressed. These are the people he holds in his heart, and they are actually treated like that.枉 He is the emperor of a country!

Turning back and squatting in front of the bed, he raised his hand to pry away the white hair scattered in front of her, looking at her stubborn forbearance and painful expression, ashamed: "Sorry. Maybe you are right, choose to follow him, than Follow me. Go. I'll take you somewhere. "

Manyan pushed away his hand. "If you are really sorry, first unlock the seal of my internal force, at least so that I can use my internal force to protect against the cold, and do not have to freeze to sleep at night."

Emperor Qiyun stunned, "You make yourself ill, is it for this? Ronger, I don't want to unlock your inner strength seal, it's for your good."

With a dull glance, don't turn your head, raise your chin slightly, and sneer in disdain.

Emperor Qiyun looked at her stubborn expression and sighed, "Stop it." He nodded to her acupoint, raised her hand, gathered her **** together to press her hawk along the vein, and the internal force penetrated Inside the body, open the seal.

She felt a renewed energy in her heart. In this way, she can go out to find her child while she is at night.

Emperor Qiyun seemed to see through her mind, and hurriedly instructed: "Ronger, this palace is not as calm as it looks, and you must not act lightly. Otherwise, not only you are in danger, but your child is also in danger. "

He had a warning in his words, and was very serious in his expression. After he had said it, she pulled her away and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Emperor Qiyun said: "Take you to meet someone."

The two dodged the guards around them, sneaked out of Changle Palace, and came to a remote place. It's colder than Changle Palace, and you can feel a distant chill from the distance. If she guessed right, this ruined and gloomy palace should be the nightmare of Harem women-Leng Palace. She was sure she had never been to this place, but she looked familiar with the sight of a circle of bare branches and a bleak view.

Emperor Qiyun took her to jump in from the shorter courtyard wall on one side, and locked her in the empty and cold courtyard and the main hall. A thick layer of dried leaves in the courtyard piled up and no one cleaned it. When she stepped on it, there was a squeaking noise. Cold winds passed, rolling up dead leaves, and rising around them. Occasionally, there was a slight scratch across her cheek.

She frowned, raised her hand, and glanced across the side of the courtyard. She saw a small piece of bluestone remnant that seemed to have appeared in her dream. She froze, her eyes slightly raised, and suddenly she saw a foot on the stele, and her slender ankle slowly emptied. She looked up and saw a petite and thin body under the tall sycamore tree behind the stele. Fluttering. It was a little girl, seven or eight years old. The girl vomited her long tongue, stared at her with round eyes, and the white moonlight shook the girl's horrified expression, which made her tremble.

She stopped involuntarily.

Seeing her not leaving, Emperor Qiyun stared at a place, followed her gaze and wondered, "Ronger, what is wrong?"

Man looked back, closed his eyes and opened again, and there was nothing there.

Is she dazzled? But the scene just felt so real.

"It looks familiar here," she mumbled unconsciously.

Emperor Qiyun looked slightly faint, then smiled without incident: "You forgot? You have lived here for more than ten years, and you will naturally feel familiar."

For a moment, she really forgot. No wonder there is such a strange feeling. It turned out to be Rong Le's memory. She frowned. "Who brought me here to meet?"

Emperor Qiyun said: "One of your old friends."

A stunned look, old man? Wouldn't he be suspicious and want to test her? I don't know when the "fate" of her body was? If it's late, then it's reasonable for her acquaintance who doesn't know Rong Le, if it's early? She frowned for a moment, thinking about the wording and trying to find an excuse to refuse.

Emperor Qiyun seemed to see through her mind, could not refuse to hold her hand, and turned to Nu Nu mouth in the opposite yard, "Just there, you can rest assured, she must be the person you want to see. Come on."

It seems she can't refuse, let's talk about it after seeing it.

In Xiyuan, the empty and humble house next to it. They pushed open the dilapidated room door and covered it gently.

The room was narrow and deep, empty inside, not even a bed, only a few white magpies dangled from the beams of the room, swaying in the leaky room, like a ghost dance.

As she walked by, the cold white magpie accidentally struck her neck, with a hint of the deceased's breath, which made the hairs stand upright.

Emperor Qiyun felt her body shake and turned her head and asked, "Ronger, are you afraid?"

Manyan took a deep breath, calmed himself, and frowned and asked, "What about you?"

Emperor Qiyun looked at the corner in front, "There it is."

With his gaze looking at the middle of the two flying white owls, Man Yan was at the end of the front, the wall peeled off, and a gray mottled. Around the corner, a thin woman sitting on a wooden board with her knees in her arms seemed to fall asleep. The woman had disheveled hair and a thin body. She could not see the woman's face, but she faintly recognized the clothes.

The emperor said it was an old man, was it ... she stunned, and on the city wall of Wucheng that day, it seemed that the child was wearing this clothes!

"Keer?" She screamed in surprise, Emperor Qiyun covered her mouth and motioned for her to whisper.

Manyu pushed him away, ran quickly, grabbing the woman's shoulder, and whispered, "Ker, is that you? Ker?"

The woman looked up stupidly, moonlight shining on her face through the crumbling window, and she only glanced at it, and the whole person was there.

The woman was sleepy-eyed, looked at her, and was lost in slang: "I dream of Princess Sister again." Her voice was a little hazy, she missed and she lost. After closing my eyes, my head dropped again.

Man's hands were slightly stiff. The voice was clearly Xiao Ke. However, that once clean spotless, delicate and cute face like a doll, now it is dirty, like a beggar on the street, the rounded chin of the former has become sharp, and the pure big eyes are embedded in the skinny His face became increasingly black and white.

The man's nose only felt sore, but how could he be like this? She squatted down quickly, holding Xiao Ke's face, and lifted up, "Keer, wake up, you are not dreaming, you really are me. Why are you waking up ... why are you here? How long have you been here? ? "

Xiao Ke opened her eyes again, with a slight hint of clarity. She blinked her big eyes, looked at the familiar face close by, looked at it, and looked at it again ... 2k novel reading network