The Flower Guarding Bell Chapter 6: his slap

Xiao Qingxue, who had never suffered such humiliation before, with red eyes, screamed while struggling desperately——

"Li Changqing! Li Changqing!"

Shang Chaoen grabbed her neck and said something that would make her linger.

"I advise you not to count on him, but I watched him leave with the queen before going to you. You said that at this time, is he doing what I am doing to you? "

A tear slipped quietly down the temples.

The clothes were violently torn, and just as he was about to make the next move, the man suddenly lost his strength and fell down.

Xiao Qingxue desperately kicked him away, trembling and clutching her neck tightly.

"Miss, are you all right?!"

Qilixi tightly surrounded her with the quilt, not daring to imagine what would happen if it were a little later.

However, this is the case, Qi Lixi is still worried about this woman, she has a shocking streak on her neck. When he called her, she remained as deaf as a puppet, trembling all over.

Helpless, he patted her over and over again, "It's alright, it's alright."

Xiao Qingxue, who had been in a state of lost soul, seemed to have suddenly gone mad. She broke away from Qili Stream, grabbed a dagger from under the pillow, and rushed out.

Qilixi's brows twitched when she understood her intentions, and the next moment she flew out and grabbed her wrist just as she was stabbed with a dagger.

"Mother, no!"

The woman looked at him with red eyes, and he couldn't bear to look away.

"He is the leader of Dongyi, who has just surrendered to Dajing, and cannot be killed."

She was full of water in her eyes, but she was even more determined.

"Niang Niang, no, yes."

The grip on her wrist also increased a bit.

Unable to stand still, Qingxue closed her eyes with trembling feathers, and a pair of clear tears fell.

With a "bang", the dagger fell to the ground.

She seemed to have lost all her strength, stepped backwards step by step, and finally sat down on the ground, but she was silent and raised the corner of her lips.

"You go."

It is night, doomed to sleepless.

The red candle ignited her tears, Xiao Qingxue sat dry all night, rubbing a flower bell tied with a concentric knot in her hand.

Due to years of rubbing, the surface of the bell has faded slightly.

She stared absently at the dark darkness outside the window, until a touch of morning light spread on the window paper.

The candle has been extinguished.

It's bright.

Apart from her and Qi Lixi, no one else knows what happened last night.

But Xiao Qingxue knew that this had become a permanent sorrow in her heart.

When Lingsu came in to report, he saw Xiao Qingxue looking haggard. After hesitating for a while, she said softly:

"Niang Niang, the Queen Niang Niang is here."

As if the eyes of the dry well moved from time to time, the woman in the seat moved a little slowly, looking at her, but her eyes went beyond her to the person who came in behind her.

Na Yunzhe's radiant face is truly worthy of the splendid clothes and beauty, especially the charming amorous feelings at the corners of his eyes and brows, which makes people look up.

On the contrary, it was her appearance that was not a ghost or a ghost, which surprised the people who came.

"What's wrong with my sister? Could it be that I didn't sleep well last night?"

Last night...

She clenched the bell in her hand, a tingling pain flashed in her eyes, and her throat suddenly itchy, covering her lips and coughing.

Lingsu quickly stepped forward and patted her on the back, and Qingxue waved her hand to indicate that it was okay.

"Cough cough - go and serve tea to the Queen."

Ling Suyou looked worried, and finally quietly retreated.

Xiao Qingxue stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation, her voice was hoarse, "The cold palace is simple, and the empress laughed."

Na Yunzhe didn't sit, looked at the woman in front of her, and said she was relieved, but there was nothing to hide in her words.

"I guessed that my sister would feel bad when she was reprimanded by the emperor, so I came to relieve myself. I wanted to come last night, but the emperor happened to be staying at my place last night, so it was delayed until today, sister, Shouldn't you mind?"

Not seeing the expected look on her face, Na Yunzhe smiled slightly, and when she saw what was in her hand with sharp eyes, her hand had already reached out.

"What is this?"

She snatched it when she wasn't paying attention, only to find it was just a bell.

"Give it to me."

She was surprised by Xiao Qingxue's apparent leaking emotions at the moment, and she was even more convinced that this thing was extraordinary.

"Who gave this to you?"

"Give it to me!"

Seeing Xiao Qingxue who was obviously about to rush to **** her, the maid next to Na Yunzhe quickly supported her.

Na Yunzhe looked at the excited Xiao Qingxue and carefully looked at the bell in her hand. The red concentric knots on it scorched her eyes, and when she saw a tiny "Qing" engraved on the bell, she felt The corners of his mouth sank.

"Bring me a brazier."

"Don't, don't..."

Na Yunzhe's face has long since faded from the previous hypocrisy, and the sullen eyes moved from the bell to the struggling person, and the jealousy inside was shocking.

She stood in front of the brazier and sneered, as if taking an oath of sovereignty.

"Xiao Qingxue, he is mine."

As the words fell, she slowly let go.

"Don't!"

Xiao Qingxue didn't know where to break free, rushing out and snatching the bell back. She glared at her, her eyes were fierce, her heart was filled with anger, and she slapped her with a backhand.

Everyone is shocked.

Na Yunzhe covered her cheeks, her eyes widened in disbelief, "You dare to hit me?"

Na Yunzhe who reacted immediately raised his hand and left, at this moment——

"The Emperor is here!"

I never thought that person would enter here. Before Xiao Qingxue could react, the person beside him had already thrown into the person's arms with a crying voice.

Xiao Qingxue clenched the bell in her hand tightly, watching him gently coaxing the woman with cold eyes.

The eyes were so astringent, she didn't say a word, silently watching him approach, looking into those eyes without temperature, she was like an ice cellar.

The next moment, he also shattered all her stubbornness and the little hope she had left in the same way.

"Crack!"

She threw herself on the ground with no strength, her ears kept ringing like a heavy hammer, and the corners of her mouth tasted blood.

The corners of the mouth are slowly pulled up, getting higher and higher.

Grasp the flower bell in her hand until the knuckles turn white.

"Li Changqing, in order to save you, my father slapped me for the first time in his life. Now, is this how you pay me back?"

She looked at him, but couldn't see the deep Mi in his eyes.

She saw them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying from the shape of their mouths.

Then, the flower-protecting bell in her hand was torn away, and under his cold gaze, the bell was thrown into the fire.

The concentric knots turned to ashes, and the fire glowed in her eyes, blurring Na Yunzhe's proud look.

Lingsu burst into tears in panic, but did not dare to touch her face.

"Don't cry."

She stretched out her hand to wipe away the little girl's tears, and only then did she realize the pain in her hand. It turned out that the skin had already been broken and bleeding.

Slightly bends her fingers, and seems to be able to feel the residual temperature of the bell.

Then, she slowly released her hand, looking at the empty palm, thoughtfully.

Looking up, in the huge cold palace, there are only two masters and servants left.

Depressed, sudden.