Chapter 871: wake

With a squeaky sound, she closed the door, and also pressed her back against the door.
"Don't worry, I always remember what you said will not let Shen Yueshu have a good end, and soon, she will be repaid, your revenge is revenge, and my revenge will be revenge. "
She stranded her own hair, then walked to the table, took out a scented bead, and placed it in her palm. Her eyes were as cold as a mountain, but there were too many things hidden, and these were gradually lost to her. It sinks in the bottom of his eyes, no one knows and no one can detect.
The Leng Yue Qinghui outside also fell on the pear tree, sprinkled with hoarfrost. .
At this time, under the same moonlight, a man suddenly opened his eyes, he suddenly clenched his hands, but did not notice that the hands were shaking very badly.
He put his hand on his chest, as if he could still feel a kind of cold pain here, the kind of pain that was almost all bloody, and he had never recorded this pain before.
This kind of pain is all here, and all is recorded here,
He raised his face and looked at the cold moon at the window, his fingers still trembling and unable to be quiet.
"Come here!" he shouted to the outside.
But after a few breaths, no one came in?
"Come here!" He shouted again, but no one came in.
He closed his eyes and took a strong breath. This was the reason why he collapsed and stood up. He didn't know if he slept for too long. At first, he couldn't feel himself. His legs fell a little worse several times.
Obviously there are only such a few steps, but he has walked for a few years, and all the stumbles on this road are actually between his feet.
Standing in front of the window, he also looked up at the moon, his eyes, which had always been stale, finally condensed.
He turned around again, and then walked forward.
Suddenly, with a bang, he bumped into a chair on one side, and his legs started to tremble.
And this sound also shocked the young man who was watching the night. The young man came in quickly, but in the moonlight of this room, he saw a floating ghost.
And he was shaking his lips, and the cold sweat on his forehead was falling drop by drop.
"Palm Light!"
Qi Yuan turned around, half-bright and half-dark, it was his ghost-like face, and a drop of cold sweat on Xiao Si's forehead fell.
It seems, it doesn't seem to be a ghost.
This is clearly the voice of their Lord Hou.
"Hou... Lord Hou?"
He asked again, uncertain.
"Palm Lantern!" Qi Yuan put his hand on the side of the table and also propped up his body.
The little servant screamed again, this time it was definitely not a ghost, but Hou Ye woke up.
And he went out quickly, and when he came back, he also took a candlestick in his hand.
When the light was shining on Qi Yuan's body, he saw him like a ghost, and that face was so gloomy that the young man couldn't help but fight a cold war.
It seemed that Master Hou was more frightening than before.
"Go down."
Qi Yuan was still standing there, facing the young man in front of him, and at this moment, if he accidentally saw his face, he really wanted to say that, ghost.
His face is so pale that he doesn't even have a trace of blood. This is not a ghost. What is this?
When Xiao Si heard Qi Yuan's words, he almost ran out in piss, and when he came out, he touched his forehead unknowingly, and then he sweated unconsciously.
He touched the clothes behind his back again, no wonder it was so cold, he was scared into a cold sweat.
Master Hou woke up, so he woke up, when did he wake up, and how is it that no one knows?
No, he has to greet the people in the house immediately, so that those who do not wince will provoke the Lord Hou, and Lord Hou’s methods, they have seen them, they would rather die. He also didn't want to fall into the hands of Lord Hou.
I don't know when the moon outside actually hid in the clouds, and then the outside is also in the darkness with no fingers.
The candlelight in the room kept beating upwards. Under the half-bright and half-clouded shadow, Qi Yuan still maintained his previous movements until he turned around. Almost all that thin face was left. A layer of flesh.
Not to mention the hard life of Branding Hengxu, in fact Qi Yuan didn't realize it, his life was even harder.
If the average person had suffered such an injury, he would have returned to the heavens and earth now, but he still survived in the end.
"Shen Qingci, hello!"
He burst into laughter, but there was another pain in his chest. He bent down for several stops, and it was also painful, even forgotten to breathe.
Until the pain in his chest eased a little, he just stood up and wanted to take a step, but he thought of something, and then he walked to the cabinet on one side.
He opened the cabinet and grabbed something from it.
When the palm of his hand was stretched out, there was a hosta lying in the palm of his hand. The texture of the hosta was very transparent, and the texture of the clear green water mist was also hidden. It is possible to see the movement of the water, a picture of the landscape in the ink and the reflection in the water.
He squeezed the hosta firmly and firmly.
He felt that the hosta was very strange at the time, but it was strange that it was there. He was so painful that he didn't have time to think about it. In the end, he could only hold the last breath and put the hosta in it.
And now he finally understands, why did that strange feeling come from when he grasped this hosta?
Because this hosta is his.
He could not remember his own things wrong, nor could he forget. This hosta was personally given to him by his aunt when he was in his weak crown. It was also carved from a piece of fine jade. The folks, even in the palace, there are few such good jade, and this piece of jade was given to the aunt when the emperor that year, and the aunt has always been reluctant to use it, but in the end, it was given to the aunt. He was beaten into a hosta, and when he was not in the capital, he always carried this thing, and he never left.
And this hosta was lost when he was hunted down. He remembered it clearly, there was a fault in his memory.
His hosta was still there in the front, but it was gone in the back.
So he can conclude that this hosta was brought to his hair by him, and in his few memories, it seems to be 0. Back then, he gave the hosta to someone, and the person he gave it was...
Shen Yueshu.
However, why Shen Yueshu never mentioned it, and he actually forgot about it, until this hosta gave him a fatal blow, he remembered it.