MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 118

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Fu Man nodded, Fu Zhao hated Lin emperor so much. He tortured Zongzheng without worry, he must face Lin emperor in order to make him suffer. Hatred was really terrifying, even though she had such deep and strong hatred at the moment. She groaned slightly, Fang said, "Do you know where Queen Fu was imprisoned during his lifetime?"

Xiang Ying said: "Sen Yan Palace, rumored that the place is a more terrible place for the harem woman than Leng Palace. But when Queen Fu died, the Sen Yan Palace was burned half."

"Well." Wandering at the beginning, she was easily tired. She frowned, slightly bent her legs, adjusted her sitting posture to make herself more comfortable, and commanded: "Xiao Sha, you have paid close attention to Fu's movements in the past two days. As soon as he enters the palace, come and tell me immediately. Go now and be careful not to let him find out. "

"Yes." Xiao Sha ordered to leave.

Manran said: "Kor, how much have you learned from your master's poison?"

Xiao Kedao: "Basically learned. I did n’t want to learn before. I think those poisons are used to hurt people. It ’s not good at all, but Master and her old people are angry and forced me to learn. I ’m not obedient. No food. Master said that her apprentice must use poison, otherwise she will lose her face if she is bullied. Her old man also said that once the apprentice of the Snow Solitary Virgin goes down the mountain, she should make the world It's scary to hear the wind! But, I ... lived up to her elderly expectations. "

Mancha reached for her, and Xiao Ke held her hand to the bed. He slaps her hands and looks at this simple and kind girl, and sighs intently: "Keer, your master is right. She only hurts you to force you to learn poison. If you do n’t use martial arts, you must use poison. To protect yourself. Goodness is right, but this world is not your kindness, others will let you go, they will use your simplicity and kindness to harm the people you love and love you, just as you did to your brother last time ... so, if you don't want the person you care about to be injured because of you, you must first learn to protect yourself and make yourself stronger. Understand? "

Xiao Ke blinked Shui Lingling's big eyes, frowned, and thought for a while, and said seriously: "Sister princess, I understand a little bit, if I will make poison, my brother will not Being threatened, and I can protect Princess Sister from being bullied by you? Then I need to develop some powerful poisons to let those who harm you know that Princess Sister is not bullying! "

Without Linger, fortunately, there is another Kerer to accompany her. Mancha shook her hand and smiled gently. "You need to prepare some simple incense first, it should be colorless and tasteless, and you can consciously stun people for half an hour. I can use it."

Xiao Ke nodded and came out of the room. Manxi again said: "Xiang Ying, find me a good sword, and I will practice it."

Xiang Ying said slightly: "The master just woke up and started to use force. I'm afraid he couldn't take it. We might as well take a night off and practice tomorrow."

Manran waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, I have a sense, you go." Time is not easy for her. The mentality and swordplay practiced by her body are excellent, but she only learned 60%. She did not deliberately strengthen her practice because she had no intention of fighting, and her brother has already reached the ninth level.

Xiang Ying saw that she insisted so and went. It took less than a quarter of an hour before Manma got up, and he had already returned, holding an ice-blue sword in his hand and holding it to her with both hands, the attitude was so cherished.

Manyu took over, this sword is slender and smart, which is suitable for women. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the cold mang shimmering on the blade was like ice and mercury flowing out. Her eyes brightened, and she flicked the blade with her fingertips, making a "beep" sound. Heartbreaking.

She heartily praised: "Good sword!" Looked up and asked, "Where did it come from?"

Xiang Yingcheng laughed earnestly: "The ones that I collected before were good for my subordinates. This sword is called" Xuanpo ", and his subordinates always wanted to find a good master for it. This time, it's okay, and the master is perfect for him."

Manyu returned to his sheath and said sincerely, "Thank you!"

Manyu made people wash in water and sat in front of the mirror. She slowly raised her head. Suddenly, the white hair in the mirror, like a three thousand thorns, pierced into her eyes. She widened her eyes in horror, shaking her hair with trembling hands, and couldn't believe it.

Snow-white was better than her pale fingertips. For a moment, she turned white and thought that it was only available on television. She never imagined it would be performed on a modern woman like her. She hooked her lips, only ironic.

There was a sudden wind outside the window, and the leaves were falling. She sat in front of the mirror, staring blankly at the white-haired woman in the mirror. She blinked without blinking, as if an unconscious puppet.

Xiang Ying stood aside and didn't know what to say. Xiao Sha asked Xiao Ke to deploy Wufa's medicine, but Xiao Ke seemed powerless. What a heavy blow to a young woman in her twenties who turned her head! In fact, he felt that for a woman like her, her beauty would not be reduced by half because of her white hair. On the contrary, she was like a smelt blooming on a snow lotus, which made people reverent and could not bear profanity.

"Master." After a long time, Xiang Ying was a little worried and screamed softly.

After looking back at Xiang Ying, she looked quite worried in Xiang Ying's eyes. She exhaled, looking relieved, and smiled lightly: "It's nothing but the difference between black and white." Said Li Li got up and went to the bamboo forest with a sword. .

Xiang Ying froze for a moment. He thought she would be sad for the white hair, but didn't want her to accept such a cruel and swift fact for the woman. The white hair and the red face were so chic. She only had one.

The cold moonlight poured over this autumn bamboo forest. Once the white figure flew over, the sword in his hand pulled out a cold sword flower, and the sword air was swept away, and the falling leaves in the air were broken into powder. She stopped suddenly and felt that her internal force was at least 20% stronger than before. Why is this? She frowned and meditated. Could you use Qicheng Internal Force to relieve her toxins while improving her internal force? Is the Yixin Jing used for this purpose?

Two days later, Xiao Sha returned and reported that Fu Zhao did not go to a special place. He was busy in the study every day to deal with military affairs and pilgrims from other places. Until the third night, news came from Xiao Sha and Fu Zhao entered the palace.

Manyu changed into a night coat and wrapped his hair with a black headscarf to prevent white hair from being too dazzling at night. She and Xiangyin avoided the guards and crossed the wall out of the General's Mansion.

The Royal Palace, Sen Yan Palace, which was half burned by the fire, stands in a ruin, adding a bit of chill and Xiao Suo, the surrounding winds raging, making a whimper, like a ghost crying.

The night was getting dark, and in a dark and spacious dark hall, a dim light emanated from the dark palace lights, and he was caged at the corner of the wall by a man whose limbs were firmly locked by four thick iron chains.

Manly like a gossamer, his face is pale, with a pair of phoenix eyes squinting, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly. The long hair was messy and scattered, covering the handsome face on one side, while the other side, the corners of thin lips were condensed with maroon blood. The lute bone behind him was locked by a sharp weapon and could not move.

At this moment, there was a squeak at the door, and the door of the dark hall was opened and came in alone.

The comer's pace was steady, and he walked to the locked white man expressionlessly. Seeing the man in white closed his eyes and not even raising his head, he smiled: "Zongzheng is worry-free. You dare not open your eyes to see Ben, because you are still afraid to admit that you have lost!"

Zong Zheng opened his eyelids lazily without worry, his face was not shocked, and he laughed and said, "On despicable and shameless, the king is really not as good as you, but this does not mean that you have won. The king just doesn't use that despicable means. To win, you will not use the woman you hurt to achieve your goals! Fu Cui, in your life, you are destined to live alone. How about you ascending the throne to control the situation in the world? "

Fu Zhao's eyes darkened, but quickly turned on again, and he smiled: "The winner is the king and the loser is the pirate. This is the truth that has not changed since ancient times. For future generations, who cares what method you use?" After a pause, he raised his head slightly, and said, "Who said that Ben would be alone and grow old? Rong Le would soon be my queen. She would always be by my side and accompany me to grow old. And for the rest of your life ... only in This dark and silent hall, accompanied by iron chains, also returned to my thirteen years of pain. "

Zong Zheng's brows frowned, and his body was unconsciously disturbed. Immediately, there was a piercing pain that swept the whole body. His chest trembled, his blood went into his throat, and he swallowed himself. He sneered: "You really don't know her, Do you think she will stay with you now? Queen? Huh! She is not rare at all. Rather than being jade broken, it is not enough. You want to grow old with her, it is a daydream! She loves me so much, let alone she does not love you!"

Fu Tu's pupils shrank, and his chest was suffocated, but he smiled: "It's because she loves you that she won't leave me. I have you in my hands, what am I afraid of?"

The power of hatred is terrible. It can often distort a person's soul. When a person lives in the dark, he sees a ray of light, and he will work hard for this light to make himself bright, and worthy of his longing. . When that light is lost, he will fall into **** for the lost light, deeper and deeper. Life is alive, living in light or darkness, often in one thought. 2k novel reading network