Luo Ci glanced at the beautiful woman a few times, she vaguely saw the deathly energy on her body, pursed her lips, and followed the small fragments.

Xiao Shard went back to his palace without saying a word, and the palace servants immediately approached him when they saw him, expressing concern and concern, and wanted to apply medicine to bandage his wounds.

One of the palace servants even said flatteringly, "The Empress is too much. Your Highness, you are her child."

Xiao Junheng clenched his fists, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

This is His Majesty's only heir. No accident, the throne must belong to His Highness. Now that His Highness is young, as long as he pleases, it will definitely be useful in the future.

The first palace servant didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and the other palace servants thought that His Highness should also be resentful of the Queen after seeing His Highness's unresponsiveness, so they could not help but say, "The Queen Mother doesn't even recognize His Highness, and she is too sick. "

Since the Queen has gone mad, no one has dared to serve her. In addition, His Majesty is not attentive, so no one is always there. Even when His Royal Highness went to the Queen's palace, they pretended not to follow him.

Xiao Junheng raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes filled with great pressure, he directly grabbed the palace servant, his little hands were unexpectedly strong, his tender face was full of hostility, his eyes were fierce and cold, with a faint red color. light.

The palace servant was pinched so hard that the people next to him were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and frequently confessed their mistakes.

They didn't dare to resist, let alone help the palace servant to break free.

The supremacy of imperial power was firmly engraved in their minds.

Probably due to the shadow of death, the palace servant pushed Xiao Junheng away with all his might, and his young body was shoved to the ground.

He slowly propped himself up and stared at the palace servant with gloomy eyes, as if looking at something dead again, the palace servant's face was full of fear and despair.

The immature voice was hoarse, "Come here, drag these slaves down, cut their tongues to feed the wild dogs, and then hit fifty big boards. And he, cut them off."

They couldn't tolerate them begging for mercy, and Jin Wuwei quickly came out and dragged these palace servants away. As for how sad and tragic their voices were, the parties were completely unaffected.

Xiao Junheng radiated cold air all over his body, his delicate and beautiful face was expressionless, indifferent and resistant, he slowly took out the ointment from the drawer, applied it without any pain, and smeared it directly on the wound, with the other hand. He rubbed it open without hesitation, without even blinking his eyes.

Like a beast cub licking its wounds, cruel and lonely.

Luo Ci stared at him in a daze, and silently walked to the small fragment, reaching out to touch his face gently, but her hand passed through his body.

She couldn't touch him.

Xiao Junheng looked at her place with feeling, but there was nothing, the cool touch before was like a gust of wind.

He pursed his lips, took off his shirt after bandaging his hands, and rubbed medicine on several wounds.

After applying the medicine, he changed his clothes by himself, not like a four- or five-year-old child at all.

He sat silently on the bed, his head slightly bowed, gloomy, and a little aggrieved.

Drop by drop of crystal teardrops dripped down, and never let out the slightest cry.

Luo Ci's beautiful glazed eyes were dyed with distress, and the light in her eyes swayed slightly. She bit her lip slightly and squatted in front of him, wanting to hug him and comfort him.

But it was only vain, she stretched out her hand to try to catch his tears, the tears passed through her hand and dripped onto the robe.

Although she didn't receive it, she felt a little warmth coming from her palm.

The tears stopped for a short time.

The enthusiasm made her feel sad too.

The condition of the mother of the fragments is very serious, and she will even die soon.

What should he do next.

Xiao Junheng raised his head, his eyes were red, and he moved his lips, as if holding back something.

A father-in-law came in a hurry, he saw His Highness with pity and love, "Your Highness, are you all right?"

Luo Ci recognized that this was Eunuch Li, but he was younger.

Xiao Junheng became indifferent again at this moment, shaking his head silently.

After seeing His Highness's wound, Eunuch Li sighed, "His Royal Highness, the Empress loves you, she will hurt your heart even more when she hurts, so you should go there as little as possible."

Xiao Junheng said nothing.

If someone else said this, he might punish him, but Eunuch Li wouldn't.

Eunuch Li knew that His Highness had listened, and left after saying a few more words.

He was asked by the imperial concubine to serve him, and could no longer serve the Queen and His Highness.

Luo Ci stayed with the fragments all the time, sitting silently beside him.

She couldn't touch people. She tried to speak before but couldn't hear a sound, but she could touch objects.

She stayed by her side while the shards slept.

I don't know if it was because she was in a dream, her body was not sleepy, and her mind was very clear.

She looked at the splinter with her brows furrowed from sleep, and reached out to stroke his brows.

I don't know where it played a role, but my eyebrows gradually eased.

Luo Ci quietly stayed by his side these days. He didn't go to the queen's palace anymore, but stayed in his own palace.

Until one day, Xiao Junheng went to look for the queen, the hall was very quiet, he had a bad premonition in his heart, ran into the inner hall, and saw the beautiful woman lying on the bed.

Her slender and fair wrists were dripping with bright red blood, and the red smear was very dazzling, and the large bloodstains on the ground had turned black, indicating that she had cut her wrists for some time.

The pale and beautiful face was silent and dead. She was wearing a fiery red and luxurious dress with golden phoenix patterns embroidered on it. The phoenix fluttered like a fairy, as if it was about to fly away.

Xiao Junheng's pitch-black pupils shrank, staring at the woman on the bed, unable to take his eyes away, completely reluctant to look away.

He walked over a little stiffly, and his little hand touched the beautiful woman's hand, which was icy cold and had no warmth at all.

She is dead.

It was neither too soon nor too late. Someone should have come to the dormitory at this point, but no one found out, not a single one.

If those palace servants were careful with their mother and waited on her carefully, she would not die.

But those people are all rushing to serve the imperial concubine, a crazy queen who even hurts her own son is useless to them.

There was hatred in his heart, and some dark black gas rushed towards him.

For a split second, he felt extremely painful eyes, and even his brain was hurting.

Luo Ci's heart was stuffy, and there was an inexplicable dry pain in her throat.

She pursed her lips, slowly came to the bed, bowed her head slightly, and kissed the beautiful woman gently on the forehead.

This is God's blessing.

She couldn't change anything, she could only wish Fragment's mother a worry-free life in the next life.

A small ball of golden light floated out of the beautiful woman's body, and finally disappeared.

What she didn't know was that after she had done all this, the fragments behind her stared blankly at where she was.