Surrounded by the palace maids, Nangong Huier walked to the Bicao, raised her embroidered boots and kicked her over:

"Bold dog slave, the emperor has approved a memorial for several hours. He finally got up and went to bed. If he wakes up, I will ask you to look good!"

Bi Cao looked at Nangong Huier with hatred: "Concubine Ning, I will not disturb the emperor. Can you wait for the emperor to wake up here?"

Nangong Huier sneered: "The emperor will not go to the cold palace even if he wakes up. If the emperor wants to go, he would have gone long ago. Go back and tell your master, don't be foolish. The emperor has no feelings for her. Let's spend the rest of his life in the cold palace. Be quieter and can still protect the title of the Central Palace!"

As he said that, he waved his hand and ordered his left and right to drive Bicao out.

Bi Cao hugged Liangzhu tightly and refused to let go.

Seeing that she was bound to see the emperor, Nangong Huier was so angry that she said, "You are not leaving, right? OK, give me a beating! As long as you can persevere until the emperor wakes up!"

Concubine Ning was favored, but she was a popular man in the harem. The palace ladies dared not disobey, so she immediately dragged the green grass to the open ground in the courtyard and brought the torture instruments.

Lan Youci looked at Bicao lying on the ground, enduring the pain and being beaten by the torture instruments one by one. His eyes turned red and he looked coldly at Nangong Huier.

Bicao is just a female actor, so she can’t stand being beaten.

With less than ten sticks, he was covered in blood and his face was as white as paper.

In order to wait for the emperor to come out and not let the empress fail to wish, she still gritted her teeth.

The teeth bit the lips and the blood dripped all over the floor.

"Do you still have to wait?" Nangong Huier didn't believe that this dead girl was a stubborn girl.

Lan Youci burst into tears and shook his head: "Bicao, go back quickly, don't wait, Queen Nangong would not want to see you like this..."

But I saw that the green grass was dying and did not make any noise. I just buckled my nails into the wooden bench.

Nangong Huier was furious: "Change the key torture instrument!"

"No--" Lan Ci rushed over and lay on Bicao, trying to help her block the abuse of Death.

But I also knew that I was just a ball of air and could not protect this loyal servant at all.

I could only watch the life of Bicao pass by little by little in the torture instruments.

Until the end, the slender hand slid off the bench.

"Bicao-" She knelt on the bench, and cold tears cut out of the corners of her eyes.

The temples were so painful.

Then, my eyes went dark and I fell into boundless darkness.

I waited to open my eyes, but I didn't wake up.

There are still antique buildings in front of you.

She knew that she was still in the Jin Dynasty palace.

It was in Nangong Rao's cold palace again.

Ma Qiankun stood in front of Nangong Rao and comforted:

"Empress, Bicao has been gone for more than a month. Let's be mourning and change. The emperor has also re-arranged new palace servants to serve you here. Life must go on, and you still have to have a good meal. Otherwise, what's the best thing to do if you miss the phoenix body."

It took only a few seconds to lose consciousness just now, but another month has passed?

Lan Yujue couldn't help but walk over and saw that Nangong Rao was thinner than before.

Just like a paper man.

A slender waist is not enough to hold it in one hand.

The little face, which was less than the size of a palm, was completely blood-colored.

She wore a light blue and plain long gown, and she didn't look like a queen. Even the palace maids were dressed more elegantly than her.

There is also a white silk flower on her hair bun, probably to mourn the recently lost relatives and loyal servants around her.

It sounds like Nangong Rao has been dying recently, so the emperor sent Ma Qiankun to persuade him.

Lan Que sneered again.
Chapter completed!