Chapter 754 (1/2)

Feilian retreated from the Moon Palace and went straight to the purple rose kneeling outside the palace for a long time.

The moonlight reflects a woman's unique plump posture.

Through the warm orange palace lanterns peeping out from the curtain, you can still see her face showing a look of expectation and anxiety. Looking up at the sleeping hall pulled by the moon wind, she only wears a light blue gauze clothes, with a pink belly pocket looming inside, which also sets off her skin as fat and white as snow.

Feilian sighed and took off his cloak to cover her. Then he reached out to hold her thin shoulders and helped her up.

”Have you forgiven me?” Purple Rose's lips were purple with cold.

”Why do you trample on yourself like this?” Feilian's tone took a trace of indignant anger, glanced at the humble begging in her eyes, and softened again: ”you... Don't come back to the Moon Palace in the future.”

Purple Rose's face showed a sad sadness and murmured, ”still haven't forgiven me.”

Feilian pulled her away from the bedroom of Mingyue palace quickly: ”even if you climb into the king's bed, what happens? He has never seen a gentle woman for the second time, and all of them have been abandoned like my shoes. You and I have been with him for so many years. Do you still have a delusion that you think you will be the exception?”

Ziluo's body trembled slightly, and her face looked like a thousand words, but she wanted to talk and stop again and again.

Finally, he put his hands around his cloak, and the cold and gorgeous face faded away. He opened Feilian's clenched hand, pursed his lips tightly and went to Xianyu palace alone without saying a word.

Feilian could only look at her back and gradually melted into the night with a rustle in his stubbornness until he was completely swallowed by the darkness.

He looked stunned and stood where he was. He was not qualified to come forward and had no superfluous words to comfort

The breeze at night makes it difficult to sleep.

Yuefengwan and lanyuying in the palace, with their own thoughts, have not slept all night.

Even Su qianle was closely supervised to prevent her from seeking shortsightedness.

Only after being knocked unconscious in early summer, she was sent back to the side hall. The female doctor applied ointment gently on the wound on her chest, without interrupting her sweet dream, so she slept safely.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already three poles in the sun and noon.

She stretched out her hand to block the glare of the sun that slanted through the window coffin. Suddenly, she reacted. How did she lie in bed?

Back in this room?

I recalled what happened last night in my mind. Su qianle stabbed her left chest, and then her left chest was torn like pain.

When the ghost needle swept behind her and stunned her, Yu Guang glanced back at Su qianle's ankle in early summer. At that time, it was pulled by a bodyguard.

She felt a strong uneasiness in her heart. She pulled away her water coat and looked at her left chest, where the medicine had scabbed. She knew the medical theory well and could see what the injury was at a glance.

It was caused by the sharp blade's tip stabbing into her chest, but she was clearly not hurt by a knife

A sense of fear spread to all parts of her body, and a ridiculous idea gradually took shape in her mind.

The Yin taro and Jie Xiang outside the house heard the movement inside, pushed the door and entered, saw her sitting on the couch in a trance and said, ”when the girl wakes up, freshen up. The Lord is still waiting for the girl to eat together.”