The night seems more unstable.
Chapter seventy-two Mysterious disappearance
It’s like sleeping for a long time.
Xuanyuan night suddenly felt weak and limp, but he opened his eyes absently and caught sight of his eyelids, only to find that he was lying on the bed. No wonder this weakness.
Knock, knock, knock.
Night thunder roared with cold wind and rain as if people were crying.
The confused mind finally cleared. Isn’t he guarding the bend?
Where is the ink pupil looking at the bed? It’s still cold and curved.
Didn’t she die of poisoning? How did she disappear? Did someone take her away?
The thought crossed my mind, and my eyes shrank violently.
Scared almost immediately, he ran outside.
The cold wind that beat the door with his big hand made his body tremble.
Flash accompanied by thunder cuts through the night from time to time, and the white flash looms over the sky.
The night was horribly silent.
At ordinary times, the eunuch ladies-in-waiting in front of him and behind him are nowhere to be seen at the moment.
The yellow figure was wet by the splashing rain and stuck to the exposed line of the body.
Thunderstorms weave tall and straight trees in front of us, and the wind blows them from side to side, shaking the shadows and refuting the spots like thousands of ghosts wandering around.
Thin lips pursed with nervousness.
Xuanyuan night suddenly felt very bad. Bend must have met an accident. After that poison Mo, the murderer must have seen Bend drinking crane top red and didn’t die immediately. It was bad for her hand again.
By the way, he remembered the maid-in-waiting who came into the house with the light on. She didn’t say a word and her face was calm. She didn’t look like a maid-in-waiting. Is she the murderer?
On a cold rainy night, he felt a thick sweat seeping through his forehead, but he didn’t think much of the tall and straight figure rushing into the rain. The gorgeous dragon robe was drenched by the rain, and his head was tied with ink and dripping with water. The wind was blowing high in the juvenile days, and at the moment it was embarrassing to think of sloppy.
Go head Xuanyuan night shouted.
Come on, come on.
The sound was quickly drowned by the rain, and the thunder was still there.
Damn it, go. Where did it go?
Xuanyuan night resentfully kicked down the stone table in Fengyi Palace, and the figure was like Dapeng flying towards hall of mental cultivation at top speed.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation
Xu Mao looked up in front of the palace with dust in his hand. It’s already dead. Why hasn’t the emperor rested in the palace yet?
He frowned anxiously, but the sudden poisoning of the little queen made the emperor lose his mind. Not only did he almost confirm that the head of the people in the hospital was still in charge of the little queen, but he was not allowed to let the maid-in-waiting eunuch sway in front of his eyes and no one was allowed to disturb him.
Tonight, with the sudden storm and thunder and the cold weather, he wanted to send clothes to the emperor, but he didn’t dare to go without his command. But how do you know that the emperor’s stay is so long? What if he catches a cold and hurts the dragon body?
Can’t help but walk around and sway behind the guards can’t help but be agitated.
The emperor is back.
Sharp-eyed Xu Mao saw Xuanyuan running in the rain and was frightened at night. He quickly took the oil-paper umbrella and ran into the rain on tiptoe, holding it high to protect him from the rain.
Emperor, why did you get wet in the rain? What are the slaves of Fengyi Palace doing? If they hurt the dragon body, ten lives won’t be enough to compensate Xu Mao’s cold eyes.
Xuanyuan night sullenly, without a step, Xu Mao almost ran beside him.
Emperor, what’s the matter?
Xu Mao looked at Xuanyuan’s livid face at night and wondered if it was the little queen.
