Article 198

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"Who am I talking to? This is the pinnacle of life and death, who doesn't know that His Majesty hates him the most? What respect do I need when I talk to him! You old man has the guts to teach me a lesson!" The beautiful lady's eyes widened , said angrily, "Come on!"

"What are you going to do!" Cang Cang couldn't help but take two steps forward, and stood in front of Chu Wanning.

The maid glared at him, and said softly: "Turn out the two pots of charcoal fire outside."

"yes!"

Someone came over immediately and extinguished the charcoal basin growing in the courtyard.

Chu WanNing thought to herself, although the maid is hard-spoken, she is not a fool after all. It was a cold day, so she didn't need to fight directly with the other party, and she didn't need to talk about it. As long as two pots of charcoal are extinguished, the yard will be like an ice cave, and no matter how good the body is, it may not be able to bear it for half a night.

The night is getting deeper, and the palace is full of flowers and feasts in spring, with bursts of singing and dancing, and endless dances and music.

Chu Wanning is still kneeling, her legs and feet are numb.

"Grandmaster... go back..."

The old slave's voice was already crying.

"Go back, your body is important, and you know His Majesty. If you are frozen, I am afraid you will not send a medical officer to take a look. You have to take care of yourself."

Chu Wanning said softly: "With a broken body, what a shame. If he can prevent him from entering the Kunlun Treading Snow Palace, I will not regret my death."

"Grandmaster! You, why are you doing this..."

In the dream, Chu Wanning was extremely weak. He coughed a few times, but his eyes were still clear: "He has today, it's all my fault. I...cough cough."

Before the words were finished, there was another violent cough that made the heart beat. Chu Wanning covered his mouth with his sleeves, and his throat was sweet. When he put down his sleeves, he saw blood on his hands, dripping and glaring.

"Master Chu!"

"I……"

Chu Wanning wanted to say something more, but his eyes were dark, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell into the snow and ice.

There was endless chaos in his ears, like a sudden turmoil, or like the sea was surging through layers of curtains, so that he couldn't hear the noise around him clearly.

He only vaguely heard the old slave shouting in panic, and a few sporadic words drifted into his ears.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—please—"

"Master Chu, Master Chu is dying, please see him, this old servant is willing to die—"

The surroundings gradually became chaotic, the footsteps were complicated, and the lights were brightly lit.

The sound of the drum music and the woman's sweet singing stopped suddenly. It seemed that the door of the palace was opened, and a burst of fragrant and fragrant wind rushed out wrapped in the warmth of the room. Chu WanNing felt that someone picked him up and brought him to a warm palace. A big hand touched his forehead, only touched it for a while, and then withdrew it as if being stabbed.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar deep male voice hissed dangerously.

"Why don't you report to me?"

No one answered.

The man suddenly became enraged, and with a bang, he seemed to have smashed a pile of heavy objects. He roared angrily, accumulating the power of thunder.

"Are you against each other? He is the owner of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, the master of this seat! He is kneeling here, but none of you came to report to this seat? Why didn't you report!!"

With a plop, someone knelt down, trembling, and it was the grand palace lady who flaunted her power earlier.

"Your servant is guilty of capital punishment. The servant sees that His Majesty and Empress are in good spirits, so I dare not disturb you..."

The man walked back and forth quickly for a few laps, but his anger did not stop growing. His black robe with gold trim fluttered on the ground like a black cloud, and finally stopped, his voice distorted to the extreme.

"He is not in good health and is afraid of the cold. If you don't report me, let him wait in the snow, and you... you also extinguished the charcoal fire in the courtyard..."

His voice was trembling with anger, and finally he took a deep breath, and a sentence rumbled from his throat.

Those words did not sound loud, but the murderous intent in them made people feel cold all over.

"You want him to die."

The palace maid was so frightened that her face turned pale, she slammed her head on the ground, her forehead was covered with bruises, she trembled her lips and said sharply: "No! No! How dare this servant have such thoughts! Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wronged! "

"Drag it on. The death penalty will be imposed on the stage of good and evil."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

The sharp voice was like bloody nails scraping through the pinnae, and the dream began to shake and disintegrate amidst her screams, and the surrounding scenes scattered and collapsed like snowflakes.

"How much thought did I spend to get him back from the gate of hell. No one is allowed to hurt even a finger of him except this seat..."

The hoarse voice was very cold, but it was because of the extreme coldness that it gave birth to some ferocious madness.

Chu Wanning felt that the person approached and stopped in front of him.

A hand pinched his chin.

He opened his eyes vaguely, trying to see the person's appearance clearly. In the dazzling light and shadow, he saw a blurred face. The person had dark and deep eyebrows, straight nose, and black eyes. Like ink satin, there are faint strands of purple in the candlelight.

"...Ink burning?"

"Master!"

The voice suddenly became clear.

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in the room of the inn, the sky was still dark, and a single bean lamp was shaking on the candlestick.

Mo Ran was sitting on the side of the couch, one hand was covering his forehead, the other was supporting the bed, and he was looking at him anxiously.

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