Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Two beeps, like something coming from the wind, and then still silent.

But this silence is different from the usual deadly silence, as if something was tense, I couldn't help nervously, watching the dark passage.

In the dim light, a tall figure slowly appeared.

It was a tall, robust man in black, with a black scarf masked, step by step over us.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The heavy soldiers guarded the heavenly prison. How did this person come in? And—it doesn't seem to alarm one soldier at a time, as if in a state of no one!

In my unbelievably surprised look, the man in black came slowly, stopped at the old man's cage door, looked inside, and said, "Yao Lao."

"You're here again."

"I'm here to pick up the medicine and leave."

"I said long ago that if I didn't find what I wanted, I wouldn't leave."

"Yao Lao, it's been more than 20 years, red-faced, white-bone, vicissitudes of the sea, what you are looking for may have fallen into the dust long ago, why bother to persist?"

"To be persistent, old man, I said I would not leave, but you have been here every year for years. Who are we more persistent?"

"..."

They talked to themselves, and I lay beside me, as if listening to Tian Fang Ye Tan.

This old man is called "Yao Lao". No wonder he said that his blood is more spiritual than medicine, but-this man in black can enter the prison so easily, and every year, the old man knows You can leave without leaving.

What exactly is going on? Am I dreaming? !!

Just when I was in shock, the old man said to the people outside: "If you really want to save someone, I hope that you can save this girl."

The man followed his finger and looked at me, and I looked up at him, the eyes of the two were facing directly.

When I saw the eyes covered by the black towel, a sudden excitement broke through my heart.

I have seen a lot of good-looking eyes, Wen Run is like Pei Yuanxiu, sharp like Pei Yuanzhang, clear like Pei Yuanfeng, even the old man next door, his eyes are very spiritual, but compared to the eyes that look at me, but Inferior.

This is a pair of perfectly shaped eyes, with clear black and white, clear outlines, and slender eyelashes like crow wings; the eyes float like water waves, glittering and shining; the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and they are slanted into the bun, actually A pair of charming winks.

But what such a pair of charming eyes shot out was the impotence.

Like the softest silk satin, wrapped with the sharpest sword, the extreme contradiction makes these eyes more perfect and more attractive.

He looked at me a bit, probably I was too embarrassed, and he frowned slightly: "Who is she?"

"Who is she? But old man, I hope you can save her out."

His sword eyebrows were wrinkled even tighter, and a frown came out of his eyebrows.

"Why, you don't want to?"

The old man always spoke kindly. He was not angry at the moment, but there was an indescribable pressure.