Shiqing listened to the Queen Mother's words in a daze. Although it was not clear, she heard the last sentence Chang Er said very clearly.
He glanced at the window slightly, it was pitch black, it seemed that it was already night.
Shiqing forced herself to sit up, coughed a few times, quickly put on her clothes, and stumbled out of the door.
At this time, it snowed heavily outside again, and it fell like goose feathers on the body.
After sneezing a few more times, Shiqing slowly walked towards the plum garden.
The moonlight is bright today, and the entire palace is quiet and peaceful amid the heavy snow.
There were no imperial guards outside at this time. It seemed that the false emperor deliberately did not want to be disturbed.
Shi Qing sneered and walked slowly inside.
When she walked to the Meiyuan Courtyard again, she was hit by a strange fragrance. Shiqing was running a low fever and felt dizzy. When asked about the fragrance, she was even more dizzy than to death.
As he walked in with support, he met a figure in white standing with his hands behind his back.
"You're here?"
The seductive and nihilistic voice came from the hollow, and the wind blew by, blowing up the false emperor's hair.
"The killing can stop."
Shiqing's thin lips were tightly closed, and there was resentment in her eyes. However, this time, she no longer had the strength to argue with the man, so she staggered and was about to fall back.
There was no pain as expected, and she fell into a warm embrace.
At this moment, the wind blew, blowing away Shi Qing's mask. At that moment, the fake emperor suddenly turned pale, hugged the person in his arms, and shouted for help.
"Come here, come here, give me the imperial doctor!"
As if going crazy, the fake emperor picked up Shi Qing, took off his cloak, and carried her outside.
"Imperial doctor, anyone who dares to delay my important event will be killed without mercy!"
As the false emperor waited violently, a group of imperial guards came from all directions.
At this time, Shi Qing just looked deeply at the fake emperor's face and mistakenly mistaken him for Ming Qingyue.
The snow is still falling, how long has it been? It seems that this situation has happened before.
She no longer had the strength to stop the killing of this licentious emperor.
A group of imperial doctors were kneeling in the Hall of Eternal Life.
Inside the red gauze tent, a thin figure lay with her beautiful brows furrowed.
And the emperor in dragon robes has been waiting beside him, never leaving.
"What's wrong with this girl?"
The fake emperor angrily scolded, with a sinister look in his eyes. He casually played with the sword in his hand and suddenly pointed it at one of the imperial doctors.
The imperial doctor was trembling, and suddenly his face lit up with joy.
"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Congratulations to Your Majesty. Congratulations to Your Majesty. This girl is pregnant and carries dragon wings. She will faint only after experiencing the cold."
"How many months?"
The fake emperor calmly suppressed the anger in his heart, just pretended to be calm and put back his sword, and asked.
"It's been more than a month."
The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead. They did not expect any reward from the emperor. As long as they did not anger the emperor, they would be lucky if they lost their lives.
It's just that things often don't go as expected.
Just when the imperial doctor took a deep breath, thinking that he had walked out of hell, the fake emperor's long sword suddenly stabbed his throat accurately and quickly.
Blood splattered and the imperial doctor died on the spot, lying motionless on the ground.
The other imperial doctors also offended the emperor in more than one way, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Get out, everyone, get out!"
The long sword pointed at the black sky outside. The snow had stopped at this time. The fake emperor threw the sword outside with a roar of rage.
The bloody sword fell on the snow, and immediately split open, turning into a pool of blood, bright red.