Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

"A song crossing the Yellow Springs, the soul enters the hell."

Nan Qianmo took a step back, watching the expressionless woman walking towards her step by step, the piano in her hand was still stained with blood...

"The people from Jueyin Pavilion..."

Nan Qianmo remembered this person, and she had met this person once when Emperor Wendi went on tour in micro-clothes, but at that time that person was wearing a mask, so she didn't know her appearance, but this familiar sentence, she naturally remember.

"Nan Qianmo, I will use a Huangquan crossing to cross your Huangquan road. This is the last thing I can do for you."

Gong Yihan's slender fingers were about to pluck the strings of the qin, but there was a flash of cold light, Gong Yihan subconsciously used the qin to block it, a few darts pierced straight into the qin, and the strings snapped.

A swipe of white clothes flashed in front of Nan Qianmo, and the man hit him at the waist, and the decorative purple on his waist bounced out. It turned out to be a slender soft sword.

"Gong... Xianqing..."

Nan Qianmo softly called her name, looked at the person with his back to her in front of him, he was not weak, but a bit more murderous and hostile, this was Gong Xianqing she had never seen before, she belonged to Gong Xian in her heart Qing's shadow became more and more blurred, so blurred that he couldn't see this person clearly.

"Second sister, this is my task, get out of the way."

Gong Yihan's voice was still cold, she threw down the disused piano in her hand, looked at Gong Xianqing coldly, but did not light up her weapon.

"If you want to kill her, pass me first."

The Ziwei soft sword in Gong Xianqing's hand trembled, Gong Yihan frowned lightly, took out the impermanent dagger from his waist, and said, "Then I'll try!"

Gong Yihan's ghostly figure rushed up, Gong Xianqing tactfully gave way, Ziwei soft sword waved to the side, the sword body wrapped around Gong Yihan's hand like a whip, Gong Xianqing's wrist flicked, Withdrawing Ziwei's soft sword, Gong Yihan's wrist already had a bloodstain.

Gong Yihan ignored the injured wrist, and swung the dagger directly. Gong Xianqing lowered his waist, and the soft sword in his hand seemed to be dangling between Gong Yihan's arms, but he could see blood. Gong Yihan's arms were painful. , immediately retreated.

"Second Sister, are you going to betray Jueyin Pavilion?"

Gong Yihan looked at Gong Xianqing puzzled, Gong Xianqing would never act emotionally, let alone hurt the sisters of Jueyin Pavilion because of outsiders, but now, the sadness and hesitation in her eyes contained too much Gong Xianqing. Yihan has never seen feelings before.

"No... I will never betray Jueyin Pavilion."

Gong Xianqing weakly dropped the soft sword in his hand, and continued: "I will personally explain this matter to the Pavilion Master."

Gong Yihan couldn't beat Gong Xianqing, she glanced at Gong Xianqing, then at Nan Qianmo, sighed, and flew away into the night.

Gong Xianqing looked in a blink of an eye, and the Ziwei soft sword that was thrown on the ground just now was gone, but she felt a little more pain on her back.

"You've been lying to me all this time?"

Nan Qianmo's voice was extremely cold, with a bit of sarcasm, although it was a question, it was in a declarative tone.

Gong Xianqing didn't turn her head to look at the woman who pointed the sword at her, she gave a wry smile, and said softly, "Nan Qianmo, aren't you very smart? What do you think?"

Gong Xianqing didn't answer her directly, and he didn't dare to look at Nan Qianmo directly. He didn't even know what Nan Qianmo's expression was like now.

The crape myrtle soft sword in Nan Qianmo's hand pierced a little more, and the white gown had already faded red, like a blooming flower.

"I thought...you were the only one I didn't need to be smart about you..."

Nan Qianmo's eyes were red, and her hands were trembling violently. She bit her lower lip tightly, but she just wanted to prevent that stubborn tear from falling down.

"Nan Qianmo...you should always be smart..."

Gong Xianqing's tone was self-deprecating, she lowered her head, she didn't even have the courage to face Nan Qianmo.

"Do you know what I was thinking at that moment?"

Nan Qianmo laughed at herself, as if she was helpless driftwood floating on the sea in the dark night, desperate and lonely.

"I was thinking, what would you do if I died..."

Nan Qianmo lowered her eyes and laughed out loud. The stubborn tears finally flowed down and slid to the corner of her mouth. She tasted bitterness.

At that time, I sighed, it turned out that for a moment, the mountains and rivers of the Southern Chu Kingdom were no longer the first thing I thought of, but a person, and that person pushed himself into the abyss in an instant.

"Nan Qianmo...all of this is fake...Concubine Yao never existed, it's all fake."

The tears in Gong Xianqing's eyes could no longer be controlled, but her tone was still so terrifyingly calm, perhaps this was the only thing she could do.

"What about Gong Xianqing... How real are you?"

Nan Qianmo's sword pierced a little more, and the red flower bloomed, as if the blood at this moment made Nan Qianmo feel that what was in front of her was a flesh and blood person, not a phantom, not a dream of her own .

"Nan Qianmo...is this even important?"

Is it still important?Deceit and betrayal have long ago torn all the good things to pieces, the real ones and the fake ones have all been shattered...

"Nan Qianmo, I want the ghost talisman, but I can't give it to you."

With a movement of Gong Xianqing's hand, the wide sleeve rolled back and snatched the Ziwei soft sword, and quickly moved two feet away from Nan Qianmo, even Nan Qianmo didn't have time to look at that person's face, or even look That person used to be well-behaved, evil and charming, and had a face that bloomed for himself.

"It's all for the ghost talisman...everything is the ghost talisman..."

Nan Qianmo smiled, she could guard against everyone, but she couldn't guard against the person next to her pillow who was once so close to her, she gave her a heart, but returned a broken dream.

"Why do you still save me? If I die, you will have one less obstacle."

Nan Qianmo raised her eyes, the red eyes and the smile on her mouth made people feel desperate and lonely.

Gong Xianqing didn't speak, put away the Ziwei soft sword, raised her eyes and took a deep look at Nan Qianmo, as if she wanted to engrave her into his own flesh and blood.

"Nan Qianmo, forget me."

Don't even hate, let Gong Xianqing disappear into your world selfishly, then you won't cry anymore...

"Gong Xianqing, do you know..."

Nan Qianmo paused, then smiled lightly: "It's really easy to lose someone, just turning around is enough."

Nan Qianmo, do you know?It's really easy to lose someone, one sentence is enough...

Gong Xianqing remembered what she had said, her ears were buzzing, blood was already overflowing from her clenched lower lip... Gong Xianqing turned around, tapped her toes, and fell into the night.

"Gong Xianqing...I will never forgive you...never!"

And Nan Qianmo sat down on the ground, tears scorching her face.

Gong Xianqing walked in the dark, staggering, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and fell to her knees on the ground, her hands sunk in the mud and clenched into fists.

"Nan Qianmo...I'm sorry...I'm sorry!"

Gong Xian cleared her throat and spit out blood. Her head was dizzy, and when she lay down on the ground, she could clearly feel the slightest pain from the wound Nan Qianmo left on her back just now.

"Nan Qianmo... If there is an afterlife... I'll just be a speck of dust beside you, neither sad nor happy, neither worry nor happy, just accompany you quietly...you won't see me..."

If there is an afterlife...Nan Qianmo...I will compensate you...

Yunran received the tip from the spies, and rushed to Qingling Temple within half an hour. As soon as she entered the temple, she saw that Nan Qianmo kneeling in front of the Buddha statue was intact, and she was relieved.

"The Empress Dowager."

Yunran went up, she just heard the spies report that the people from Jueyin Pavilion were going to kill Nan Qianmo, and it was Gong Xianqing who rescued him, at that moment, her trust in Gong Xianqing collapsed, only He wanted to rush back to Nan Qianmo's side to protect her.

There were still tears on Nan Qianmo's face. She folded her hands and knelt in front of the Buddha. Her face was blue and white, but was illuminated by the candlelight to be orange-red, with a strange beauty.

"Yunran... Aijia was wrong."

Nan Qianmo looked coldly at the Buddha statue in front of her. For a moment, she lost all her ability to think, and her mind was filled with the blurred figure of Gong Xianqing.

"Empress Dowager, Yunran is still there."

Yun Ran followed Nan Qianmo and knelt down, but the man remained motionless until he closed his eyes before he said: "These days...it turned out to be a dream, the dream is too ridiculous..."

Southern Chu Kingdom, at the bottom of Tianjueya Cliff, Jueyin Pavilion.

Gong Xianqing walked into the pavilion step by step, looked at the familiar environment and familiar people, and then looked at the Leng Moyan who was sitting in front of him without saying a word.

"Why stop Yihan?"

Leng Moyan's voice seemed to come from the cracks of hell, with a coldness that people dare not look at.

"I won't let Nan Qianmo die."

With an innocent face, Gong Xian knelt down in front of Leng Moyan, trembling all over.

Leng Moyan pondered for a while, when the air was getting colder and colder, a word came faintly.

"Xianqing, you're emotional."

After Leng Moyan finished speaking, Gong Xianqing's eyes darkened and he fainted. Gong Lesi immediately walked over and hugged Gong Xianqing in his arms, but his hands were like a cold corpse, the temperature of which was like ice. Biting cold.

"Pavilion Master, Xianqing's cold illness has broken out."

Gong Lesi said anxiously, only to see a layer of water in Leng Moyan's indifferent eyes, and after a long while, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Locked in a dungeon."

At this time, Leng Xiaowu immediately grabbed Leng Moyan's hand, unable to say a word, but looked at Leng Moyan with his brows tightly frowned.

"I said locked in a dungeon!"

Gong Lesi gritted her teeth, and hugged Gong Xianqing. At this moment, Gong Xueqing knelt down and said: "Pavilion Master, Second Sister has brought back the ghost talisman anyway, please take it lightly!"

Gong Xueqing and Gong Xianqing have a good relationship, so she naturally doesn't want Gong Xianqing, who is suffering from a cold, to be locked into the dark dungeon.

"I beg the master to let the second sister go!"

Gong Yihan also knelt down, and Gong Quyu also knelt down after seeing it, and said: "I beg the Pavilion Master to take it lightly."

Leng Xiaowu beside him also knelt down, looked at Leng Moyan, turned around, and said coldly: "Okay, I will give her a chance, let her go and kill Nan Qianmo herself after her illness is cured." .”

Leng Moyan clenched her fists tightly. She always thought that the people in the Jueyin Pavilion Palace Banner would never betray her, because everyone had experienced life and death together.

"Bring her back to the room and watch her well."