Chapter 405: The ice cellar where she died in her previous life

Chu Huainan watched Xiao Yi leave with Nan Baoyi.
The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was hidden behind them.
He was the only one left in the huge old garden.
The cold wind blew out a few lights, and the dark night came from all directions, enveloping him in deep loneliness.
He looked down and took a bite of the Dragon Beard Cake.
It's not as sweet as it was just now.
If he was the man who had a marriage contract with Nan Baoyi, that would be great.
With a girl like that by your side, no matter what you eat, it's probably sweet, right?
Xiao Yi took Nan Baoyi and walked through the long and deep palace alleys.
The girl carefully raised her head and noticed that Xiao Yi was in a bad mood.
She took his hand, looked at the blue bricks under her feet, tried not to step on the gaps between them, and walked forward, "Second brother, what is worrying about?"
"You killed someone?"
Nan Baoyi was slightly startled.
She quietly retracted her hand into her wide sleeve, twisting her fingertips unnaturally.
Obviously, I have washed away the blood stains on my fingertips, but I still feel that my hands are stained with blood and dirty.
"Who killed?"
"Jiang, Jiang Huan." Nan Baoyi was aggrieved, "Second brother, you watched me grow up with your own eyes, you know that I have always been an honest child and never cause trouble. But Jiang Huan, he is not a human!"
She concealed her face and wept. "He wants to take advantage of me. He still insults my second brother! I thought that he could be violent to me, but my second brother was insulting. on……"
Xiao Yi stared at her.
The little girl cried with her nose and tears, just like that.
It's just that she secretly looked at him from time to time, but she exposed her little lie.
He actually didn't care who she killed, let alone why.
She was happy, he just kept it.
He held Nan Baoyi's small hand and said lightly: "Don't howl, it's a fake."
Nan Baoyi chatted.
Xiao Yi stopped and looked at her whole body, "Have you hurt yourself?"
"No!" Nan Baoyi turned around and showed him, "Jiang Huan is so drunk, he can't even walk, how can he be my opponent? Second brother, in this palace, I am actually better than anyone else. Both are good at protecting themselves."
Palace lanterns are brilliant.
She stood in the light, smiling warmer than the stars.
Xiao Yi felt bored for no reason.
He whispered, "Jiaojiao once had a long dream. This is the palace where the dream ended, right?"
Nan Baoyi was silent.
"I am more familiar with this palace than anyone, and better at protecting myself than anyone..."
Xiao Yi's drinking spirit finally began to come up.
Dan Feng's eyes were clear and lingering, but the ends of his eyes were smudged with extreme crimson.
He stared at the girl, "It's not so much a dream, it's better to say that it was a previous life that Jiaojiao had personally experienced. And Nan Jiaojiao, who was in the previous life, died in this golden palace."
Nan Baoyi was always startled.
She slowly turned to the end of the palace lane.
After leaving the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, she followed Xiao Yi out of the palace.
Paying attention to Xiao Yi's emotions along the way, he ignored the path under his feet.
At the end of this palace lane is a fork in the road.
At the fork in the road, there was a doll-shaped decorative lantern for the Shangyuan Festival, but because there was no maidservant, and no grand music, the doll's face looked a little hideous.
The light of lanterns spread gently on the ground.
Light and shadow intertwined quietly. Going to the right is the way out of the palace, burning all over the palace lanterns.
Going to the left is the road leading to the ice cellar, dark and dark, with no one.
The cold wind is everywhere.
The gloomy cold will rushed from the back, and the girl's tears suddenly rolled down.
icehouse……
The ice cellar where she died in her previous life...
Pulled by fate, she was like a colorful lacquered puppet, she couldn't help walking towards the ice cellar with tears in her eyes.
In Xiao Yi's eyes, it was like being caught in an evil spirit.
Embroidered shoes slowly stepped into the shadows.
When Nan Baoyi was about to step into the intersection on the left, Xiao Yi held her arm like a ghost.
He dragged the girl into the colorful lantern.
The tears flowed from the girl, her pupils were full of fear and fear.
He hugged her tightly.
He bowed his head and kissed her eyebrows, his voice low and firm: "I shouldn't mention that dream...what dreams, what past lives, it's just nonsense! Nan Jiaojiao is just Nan Jiaojiao, just the one in Jinguancheng. The carefree little girl..."
Inexplicably scared after birth.
It seemed that as long as she didn't hold Nan Baoyi in time, she would completely disappear from his eyes and plunge into the abyss of immortality.
The light of the lantern is very warm.
Nan Baoyi gradually recovered.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and even the palace skirt was soaked.
She raised her head, Xiao Yi's brows were gloomy, with rare regret.
She stretched out her hand and touched his face gently.
She whispered: "I was scared for a while, nothing happened..."
He said, but his face was pale and haggard like golden paper.
Seeing her fall softly, Xiao Yi felt even more suspicious.
Perhaps, he shouldn't have brought Nan Jiaojiao into the palace.
He picked her up and walked quickly outside the palace.
The figures of the two gradually disappeared in the palace alley.
It is the season of falling snow.
A fiery-red butterfly flies to the high Minghuang Palace wall.
The girl sitting lazily on the palace wall, the pomegranate red gauze skirt fluttering in the cold wind.
She stretched out her slender white fingers and calmly caught the fire butterfly.
She blew a breath at the fire butterfly, and the butterfly immediately turned into ashes and quietly fell into the palace lane.
She curled up her long, long sandal hair, and her posture became more lazy and casual, "It's almost done..."
Eaves of the temple.
The big with red lips and white teeth stood alone on a high place.
The cold wind blew, and the ebony beads around his neck made a slight noise.
He watched Xiao Yi hug Nan Baoyi into the carriage, his narrow eyes were deeply emotional.
He took out the golden step from his arms, and the pearl on the step was smooth and round, just like her face when she laughed.
She is a rare person in the world who does not dislike him.
But she is Xiao Yi's woman after all, she does not belong to him.
A wave of shame quietly rose from the bottom of my heart.
Gu Chongshan squeezed Jin Bu Shake tightly, the tip of the hairpin pierced his palm, and the blood leaked out, and he still didn't notice it.
After a while, he walked towards the harem without expression.
Want her...
As long as you erase Xiao Yi from the world, you can get her, right?
She knows the rules of the West Factory, and she definitely likes the West Factory.
They can live well in the West Factory...
The treasure hall is brilliant.
Concubine Jiang Mu turned over, wearing a thin veil, and leaning lazily on the chaise couch.
The little knelt down in front of the couch, dug out pearl ointment from the porcelain jar, and carefully painted her calf.
She unbuttoned the gauze and said casually: "Why are you taking care of it again? Where is Gu Chongshan?"
"Returning to the imperial concubine, the governor is working in the West Factory."
Xu felt that the little eunuch's massage strength was not good enough, Jiang Guifei suddenly "hissed" and kicked him out.
Gu Chongshan firmly supported the little eunuch.
He raised his eyes and looked at Concubine Jiang, "Niang Niang."
Palace lanterns are beautiful.
The man with red lips and white teeth, with picturesque eyebrows, can be called "Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world."
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