Chapter 283: Floating Like a Dream

Xue Fei watched Sima Hui tightly protecting the Pearl, and suddenly it seemed that something was taken away, leaving her body with nothing but an empty shell, and did not want to ask him why. She couldn't take a step, and the overwhelming tiredness came like a tide. It turns out that for so many years, she has been living in her own dream.

The sun was shining brightly, but she felt cold all over. In this icy world, the thin body can be blown away by the wind at any time.

Qingyun found that there were two strange-looking men behind him, the swords in their hands were tightly clinging to the trousers, and they moved in silently.

"There are assassins!" Qing Yun shouted.

The two had already jumped over, and Yang Jian killed Sima Hui in front of him. Everything happens in an instant.

Everyone was shocked by what happened to the king and the concubine Xuefei. No one paid attention to these two people. When everyone found out, they were already at Sima Hui's side.

The two men raised their swords at the same time. Mingzhu shouted: "Your Highness, help!"

Sima Hui didn't even want to stand in front of Mingzhu, he pulled out the dagger in his boot and stabbed at the front of the oncoming person, and the other person's sword also arrived!

"Escort!"

"Kings!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Big brother!" Qingyun screamed.

Originally, the voices were full of people, but suddenly, all the voices seemed to freeze.

The dagger in Sima Hui's hand slammed into the heart of one of the assassins, while the sword of the other assassin stabbed into a woman's back. He stared blankly at the woman standing in front of the emperor. Penetrating the woman, blood gushed out, and hot blood dripped on his wrist.

At the same time, he was also chilled by the guard, still holding the sword tightly in his hand, fell to the ground, the sword was pulled from the woman, and blood spurted out.

Xue Fei swayed, spitting out blood, and she was about to fall to the ground as soon as her body softened.

Sima Hui reached out his hands to catch her and held her in his arms.

"Cher! Why?" His voice was hoarse and trembling.

Xue Fei opened her eyes, and her cold hands slowly touched his eyes: "I, I don't know why I want to save you! I hate myself! I hate... Sima Hui, whenever you look at me with these eyes When I was there, I thought everything you said was true. Now that I think about it, those eyes are really cold. Sima Hui, at this time, at this time... I see heartache in your eyes, this is that true?"

Sima Hui took her hand and put it on his lips.

"Why do I want to come here, why do I want to hear you say this, why don't you keep cheating, even if it's cheating, I'm still willing... Look, I'm asking what you're asking... But, I really hate it, I really I hate you... Sima Hui, I hate you so much..."

Her voice rang softly in his ear, wriggling slowly, like a loving kiss every day and night for the past three years...

Her wrists drooped limply, her blood-stained hands sticking out.

The snow-white face was splattered with blood, the jet-black hair was scattered, and the slightly curled eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the warm sunlight.

She is the prime minister's favorite daughter. She married the king she was thinking of.

Now, she is dead, so embarrassed.

Severe winter. sunny. But it started to snow, and large flakes fluttered in the sun. In the distance, a large gray cloud slowly swelled up, shrouding the sun little by little.

Qingyun burst into tears.

Sima Hui's long and narrow eyes narrowed fiercely. Qingyun could see that his chin was constantly moving. As if something was about to jump out of it. He was breathing heavily, hugging Xue Fei, motionless.

Qing Yun turned around in the sedan chair and returned to the Yilan Hall.

What is locked in this gorgeous and heavy palace?

It has been snowing in the afternoon. Qingyun nestled in the warm Yilan Hall, roasting the charcoal stove, watching the fluttering snowflakes.

Heavy snow fluttered down one night, and the next day, heavy snow closed the door.

There is a funeral in the palace. After all, this palace change, although the people of King Yi were wiped out in one fell swoop, two ministers died, and three empresses died in the palace.

It snowed heavily for three days and stopped. The servants just swept the yard for a while and then a thin layer fell.

Qingyun and Xiaojing's injuries are not yet healed. Xiaojing's injury is worse than Qingyun's. Qingyun sometimes goes to Xiaojing's side to change her dressing. Change the medicine that Qingyun personally dispensed.

There are still a few days left to celebrate. Qingyun thought about recovering from the injury, and after the new year, he left Nanzhao Kingdom, went to find his son, and went to find Lingchen.

The day before the Chinese New Year, Qingyun saw Yan San and Wan Jun whispering something at the door, and his face was solemn.

Seeing Qingyun looking at them, Yan San quickly said: "Today at the execution ground at noon, the rebels were beheaded, hundreds of people..."

"Oh, where is King Yi?"

Yan San said: "King Yi will also be beheaded, as well as the queen's younger brother, as well as those ministers who have illicit affairs with the rebels. The king is so angry this time that everyone involved will die, and no one will be allowed to intercede.... "

Wan Jun patted Yan San, and Yan San immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Qingyun hadn't gone out for many days. At dusk, it snowed heavily, and Qingyun put on a smoky cloak and left the Yilan Hall.

Yan San and Wan Jun followed behind. "Is there any plum blossoms in the palace?" Qingyun asked.

"Yes, I will take my wife there." Yan San said.

Qingyun walked slowly with a lame leg, and Yan San walked slowly too. In this Sima Hui's harem, except for the night she went to the Queen's Moon Immortal Palace on the night of the palace change, she had never been to other places.

Many palace walls and masters in the palaces of Nanzhao Kingdom are white, different from the palaces in Daxing, which are mostly resplendent yellow and blue.

Yan San brought Qingyun to the front of a large plum blossom forest. She likes winter since she was a child, likes thinking about snow, likes plum in the snow.

This plum blossom is in full bloom, red, yellow, and even green. For the first time, Qingyun saw the green plum blossoms, the green petals, containing the pale yellow stamens, adorned in the snow and ice, like the elves in winter.

Qingyun looked up, the gloom in his heart gradually dissipated in the past few days.

It's just that it's so quiet here, it's not like a bustling palace, like an empty suburb.

Behind Merlin is a huge palace complex, with scattered pavilions and magnificent, but unfortunately there is no lights and people, it is quiet like a huge mausoleum.

"Whose palace is this? Why is it so silent?" Qingyun asked.

Yan San lowered his head: "Mother Xuefei."

Yes. Such a gorgeous but lonely palace should indeed be her palace.

"You guys are here, I'll go take a look." Qing Yun didn't let Yan San and Wan Jun follow.

She walked through Merlin and walked slowly.

Qingyun can probably guess the story of this woman. Sima Hui put the dragon talisman, which was related to Nan Zhao's survival and his life, with his favorite Xue Fei. Xue Fei defended it with his life, and even lost his father. Later, he learned that the dragon talisman was fake.

She has not been pregnant since she got married, but Sima Hui did not want her to get pregnant. Because of the various interests and checks and balances in the court.

It was rumored that she was the king's favorite woman, and she thought so too.It was later discovered that she was just Sima Hui who transferred everything to her to block the sword, because of her prominent family background and her own ability, she was able to withstand the swords and rains of the harem.

The woman Sima Hui really liked was not her.

She overheard the truth and broke down and died.

Qingyun sighed, no matter how powerful and intelligent a woman is, she can't escape a love word, such as herself.But for some unknown reason, she liked this Xue Fei very much, even though they didn't have any intersection, they didn't even know each other.