The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

The eunuch who was leading the way with a lantern trotted quickly. Under the hurried and chaotic pace, someone fell heavily, the golden crown slipped off, the black hair fell, and the mud and water mixed with tears covered his face. Robe walked forward quickly.

There has never been such a road, with blackness that cannot see the end.

She wants to hurry up, step faster, and escape from the terrifying unknown, but every step she takes is tinged with the panic of the previous step.

Qin Yan felt fear for the first time. With the development of the world, she was not afraid of monsters, ghosts and sprites. The lover who was quickly withdrawn from her life became the only weakness in this life.

The words Yunyu said before leaving pierced straight through, piercing herself easily and bloody.

Outside the hall, Qin Yan stopped, facing the closed door, her fear and heartache made her murmur a person's name repeatedly.

The chief executive of the palace prostrated himself at the feet of the empress, and without waiting for anyone to ask, he excused himself and tremblingly said: "Reporting to the empress, the maid Hong Dan was punished for committing a crime, and she holds a grudge. I don't know where she got the drug. When Empress Zhongxiang was in a coma, she used a sharp knife...to cut through her entire face...Now, Empress Ren Concubine..."

Listening to the heart-piercing cries in the room, Qin Yan closed her eyes, two lines of hot tears streaming down her face.

"Where is the red pill?"

"Reporting to the Empress, she has hanged herself."

"He is really a smart man, he found the easiest way to die..."

Qin Yan staggered and waved away the crowd. She forcibly pulled herself together, as long as she persuaded people to live on, it was never too late.

Walking into the door, Qin Yan raised her trembling hand, cleared her hoarse voice, and coaxed her, "Shiqing, open the door and let the doctor go in to treat you.

Don't be afraid, it's just some stab wounds. The palace has the best medicine for golden sores, and it won't take long to heal them. "

When Ren Shiqing heard that the empress was coming, her crying subsided, she sat down suddenly, the cynical fireworks went out, she touched her face with both hands, but she couldn't clearly touch her eyes, nose and mouth, the flesh and blood between her palms was bloody and sticky , where there is a good piece of leather.

"Why! Why! Why did I become like this? I am a famous oiran all over the world, with a beautiful appearance... This is a dream, it must be a dream! I want to wake up! Wake up!"

Ren Shiqing accidentally caught a glimpse of the golden hairpin on the ground, picked it up decisively, and tore off her robe abruptly, as if once the hairpin fell off, the pain would break the nightmare, and she would return to her original appearance, to the past she was proud of.

"Wake up quickly, don't let Your Majesty see such a ghost, you will scare her! You will fall out of favor! You will return to the stinking ditch and let men ravage|ravage you! Be brave!" Holding the hairpin handle tightly with five fingers, Ren Shiqing almost exhausted all her strength and slammed down on her thigh.

A scream, a sharp pain, and a few streams of bright red blood completely shattered people's assumptions.

Ren Shiqing picked up a wisp of bright red with her fingertips and placed it in front of her eyes. The warm liquid was dazzling, and she did not want to accept the madness of reality, which made her sneer and said to herself, "Why do I hurt and bleed profusely? ?”

When I touched my face, there was still no delicate and smooth touch. The ravines were chapped like a layer of spring ice, and the blood was rushing out from the injured bones and missing muscles, drowning the white neck, and the jade The silk gown was stained black and red, "Why am I still wearing this skinless face?"

At this moment, Meng recedes the smoke of self-deception, revealing the cruel and unavoidable truth.

Ren Shiqing stared at the blood on her palms, and was finally forced to wake up, forced to accept the most desperate night, a high-pitched mournful cry filled the fragmented palace.

"Why not a dream!!! Why not..."

Qin Qing was impatient, afraid that Ren Shiqing would do something stupid, and persuasion would be useless, so she didn't want to wait for a moment, so she took a few steps back and ordered the guards to kick the door.

The guard took the order, and respectfully sent a message inside, "Concubine Ren, the villain opened the door according to the order, and I offended you."

Let poetry stagnate.

Immediately, she got up, ignoring her bleeding thigh, limped to the door, and pressed her back firmly, "No, none of you are allowed to come in, and I will goug out anyone's eyes if they come in!"

Seeing this, the guards didn't dare to be rash for a while, one was afraid of accidental injury, and the other was really afraid of being punished, Qin Yan signaled to continue.

With one step down, the door leaf moved slightly.

Ren Shiqing was completely flustered and confused, countless pictures came one after another, anyway, it was just frightened when they met each other, and then pretended to comfort them out of old friendship.Furthermore, he found an excuse to leave, left him alone, and never saw him again.

Ren Shiqing understands that in terms of background, she can't compare to Feng Yan, and in terms of aura and talent, she can't keep up with Xu Xicong;

She is more delicate and cute than Ah Xi, who was chosen at a glance in the vast crowd, and then won the supreme favor, but she relied on her invincible skin.

Sadly, the skin was in pieces and could never be put together again.

Ren Shiqing slid to the ground powerlessly, covered her face with her hands, and howled loudly. The road reached a desperate situation, and she had no room for maneuver... The capital that she was once proud of came back and was directly fatal.

Never meet again!

In the midst of crying, she knew that even if she never saw her again for the rest of her life, at least letting the empress miss her was better than being completely disappointed and lost in love with herself.

The people outside the door are still coaxing, Ren Shiqing is exhausted, his eyelids are heavy and heavy, the light of the lamp is in a trance, the blood on his face is almost flowing, the blood hole on his thigh has not yet condensed, There was bursts of warmth.

Now, she doesn't care about bandaging, and repeatedly thinks about how to hide the ghostly appearance. The warm orange covers the stiff people. Ren Shiqing suddenly remembered that many years ago, she got a fox mask.

Yes, an exquisite fox mask.

It was the Shangyuan Festival, the palace banquet ended early, the empress sneaked out of the palace with herself, and walked around Huazong Street swaggeringly, they stood in front of hundreds of exquisite masks, someone picked a mask without hesitation, Wear it for yourself with your own hands, and attach it to your ears, speaking provocative words of love.

"I picked this deceptive mask, just like back then, when I picked you out of the crowd. The first time I saw you, I couldn't talk about love|love, but my lust|desire for you was no better than anyone else's." few……"

Ren Shiqing lost a lot of blood and was drowsy. She prostrated herself on the ground, barely supporting her crumbling broken body, and crawled to the inner room bit by bit with both hands, and placed it in a carved box beside the bed.

The road of blood meanders behind him, and a smell of burnt oil quietly breaks into the breath of iron rust.

Ren Shiqing struggled to crawl through the mess, and the lights gradually turned into a sea of ​​flames, burning from the curtain of the bed, like a broken bamboo, rushing to the top with noisiness.

The huge tongue of fire licked wildly, burning the beams of the house in an instant. The beams and columns of the palace were not made of golden nanmu, not to mention that they were in disrepair for a long time. A large amount of kerosene, the flames touched slightly, and the fire exploded.

Thick smoke overflowed from the crack of the door, and Qin Yan suddenly felt thunder, and she immediately slammed the door loudly.

Three or five guards rushed forward and kicked down fiercely. Although the door leaf shook, it was strange that it didn't loosen.

Little did they know that the door had been tampered with and reinforced with special materials over and over again, beyond the reach of simple human beings.

They didn't know that half of the beams of the entire palace in the suburbs of Beijing had been hollowed out, and they were all filled with oil.

The only exception is the study of the Son of Heaven. The belly of the beam is not filled with oil, but gunpowder, which ignites and explodes.

Qin Yan ordered with a ferocious face: "Hurry up and open the door for me!"

The guards were in a state of distress. Originally, one person could break it open, but it was not broken anyway. The door frame and the door leaf were tightly sealed, and the connection was extremely strong. It was even impossible to hack the door with a knife. According to this situation, before anyone lifts the giant log, the people in the room will die from coughing due to the thick smoke.

"Go away!"

Seeing the flames soaring into the sky, a large number of guards immediately adjusted their troops and rushed to this side, and buckets of water were conveyed. Qin Yan was accidentally bumped aside. As the so-called emperor, she was once again at a loss what to do.

Standing in front of the raging fire, she was held tightly by the guards, her face was burned red, she screamed, begging bitterly, "Save Shiqing, save her, she must be lost, I want her to live .”

A bucket of water was no match for the fire that had been planned for a long time. Everything that could be burned in the room and could not be burned less was set ablaze.

The beam broke at the waist and fell down with a bang, splashing flames and soot all over the place. The empress was escorted down by the guards, and when she stood up, there was endless fire when she looked back. Out of instinct, Qin Yan pushed the person away and faced the fire. rush away.

"Hold Your Majesty!"

Xu Xicong's exclamation made the people who were eager to put out the fire react. The nine-foot-tall imperial guards lined up in a human wall, stopped the empress tightly, and begged: "Your Majesty's dragon body is important, and the matter of saving people is left to the guards."

"Bastard, get out of the way, I want to see her, I must see her!"

Qin Yan couldn't cry anymore. In the dark, she felt desperately what was separated by the fire... It was the yin and yang separation between herself and Ren Shiqing!

"You wait for me, wait for me!"

Seeing this, Xu Xicong embraced her waist from behind the empress, and said tearfully, "Your Majesty, I can't be rescued, I can't be rescued!"

"I want to save, I definitely want to save," Qin Yan yelled angrily as she curled her five fingers and grasped in vain in midair, "Ren Shiqing is my woman!"

Xu Xicong was slightly taken aback, and in an instant, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

I was not mistaken, the person I love is not a person who is heartless. Even if the identity is fake and the deceit is shameful, the real Qiao Yulan can't do such a true feeling of throwing away the country and sacrificing his life.

Taking advantage of the relaxation of her elbows, Qin Yan pulled her strength and broke free from the restraints. Xu Xicong staggered, failed to stand firmly, and fell heavily on the ground.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Qin Yan apologized to the slumped person, but in the next second, she decisively pulled out the guard's long knife, her eyes were red, and she said sharply: "Those who stand in my way, I will punish the Nine Clans."

Unexpectedly, the guards with swords in front of the imperial court are all elite loyal servants selected at various levels. Faced with such coercion, they will not give an inch, and the human wall is like iron.

Holding a knife, Qin Yan cried and cursed in the face of the powerless status quo, "Shit rights, shit throne! Shit game! One by one can't be protected, one by one leave me..."

A group of guards faced the tip of the knife, no one shrank their heads, they all straightened their chests, looking at death as if they were home.

Qin Yan smiled bitterly, and drew back the long knife in her hand. She glanced at Xu Xicong who was sitting on the ground crying, and learned a trick from her.

Looking at each other, Xu Xicong knew the other's heart.

She was very moved, but also very sad.

It's not that my series of begging and coercion have become useless today, but that this overly affectionate woman in front of me will surely die.

"I'm such a useless piece of trash! No one listens to my orders," Qin Yan smiled wryly, she clenched the handle of the knife, and unceremoniously laid it across her neck, "I can only learn from others and use my life to force me."

"Your Majesty, the country should be the most important thing," all the guards knelt and kowtowed and begged, "Think twice, think twice!"

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Yan smiled, "This country doesn't belong to me in the first place, and whoever loves it will do it for me. Now, I only want to break in, and I have no other wishes."

"Go away!" Qin Yan kicked over the guard blocking the way, "Whoever steps forward and pulls an inch, the blade will go into the flesh."

The guards couldn't get off the tiger, they could only look at Concubine Wen, Xu Xicong seemed to see through, she raised her jade dimple, and sighed in the mist-wandering fields: "That's all, everything is fate, you follow Your Majesty, and break in together. "

"Yes!"

A figure rushed towards the raging flames, Xu Xicong stood up, obviously so sad that he couldn't breathe, and obviously wanted to call out loudly, even though he bit his red lips to bleed blood, he never yelled a word from the beginning to the end.

She couldn't stop that person's moths from flying to the flame, nor could she stop that person's thoughts of dying for love.

If she had been herself, she would have chosen the same method, the same way of death.

Just because of deep love, there is no way to consider it.

……

The beam continued to fall, and the hall was filled with flames. Accompanied by a violent cough, Qin Yan found the body that had once embraced hotly from the billowing smoke by virtue of her perception.

"Poetry..." Qin Yan knelt down and hugged her in her arms, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out to find a doctor right away."

Ren Shiqing looked at her majesty through the mask, and shook her head weakly. The falling beam broke her waist, and she completely lost consciousness in her lower body, and her abdomen was even more horrible. The device is squeezed, crushed, displaced, and even rotted into a pool, so there is no need to waste medicinal materials.

"It's God's will, Your Majesty, don't waste your time, it's just... just enough time to catch a cup of tea."

Looking down, Qin Yan glanced at Ren Shiqing's black, bloody severed abdomen, and with just one glance, tears poured down endlessly like a torrential rain, and she cried loudly to the fog behind her: "Come on, come on! "

I don't know where the strength came from, Ren Shiqing grabbed the empress's elbow tightly, and begged: "Your Majesty, you also know that I can't hold on for long. I'm afraid, you rescued me on the front foot, and my concubine died on the back foot But the concubine still has a lot to say, it's too late! It's too late!"

Touching the mask, Qin Yan's heart ached beyond measure, "Speak, I'll listen."

"Your Majesty will not cry... Your Majesty... My minister... My concubine... I have a wish," Ren Shiqing gasped for breath, unable to catch her breath, which made her feel that the gate of hell was approaching, "After I die, I must not take off my minister." The mask on my concubine's face, take one last look, let this concubine take the mask you gave me away... let the lost face live in His Majesty's memory."

The past was as clear as a knife, those lingering, seemed to drive Murong Anran crazy, but it's a pity that Qin Yan suddenly realized it.

One of my own hearts has already fallen into the hot passion and melted in the hot embrace.

If he really didn't show emotion, He Lai would just let the flames approach him inch by inch.

At this moment, Qin Yan gave up...

She gave up the idea of ​​someone coming to rescue Ren Shiqing, and at the same time gave up on herself.

Die together, and bring all the guilt and love to hell, it has never been a good thing.

Qin Yan rubbed Ren Shiqing's black hair, as if coaxing a child, and said softly, "Maybe, what Qiao Yulan loves is your skin. But I'm not her, I can't leave you alone in the flames." In the middle of the day, the skin and flesh were scorched and turned into blood. We have the deepest bond. Once the soul|flesh was united. In the past twenty years, I have never had such a beautiful thing. If Murong Anran gave me a mouthful Tang, you are the one who stuffed me with the whole honeycomb... At the height of the spring tide of forgetfulness, I am who I am, without pretending to be anyone, without the slightest bit of shame and despicableness, without caring about anything else The trembling and opening and closing of the body and mind of anyone... is all because of you."

Ren Shiqing wanted to reach out to touch her face, but her hand stopped in the air, Shaoqing was unable to hang her down again, and said sadly: "Now the concubine has lost her appearance and is not worthy of your majesty's love."

Qin Yan stared at the person in her arms, laughed at herself, and sobbed: "Are you afraid that you will feel disgusted when you see your appearance? Do you think that the only thing I love is your appearance?"

"Don't you..."

"To be honest, that time when I stepped into the room, I saw you in the crowd at a glance. Due to the face and the so-called order, I had to look at you one by one." Qin Yan gently patted the shoulder of the person in her arms, and she was full of relief. A little proud, "It's the first time I met you, I can't talk about lust|desire, but my love|love for you is no less than others..."

As if in a lifetime, Ren Shiqing's pale lips couldn't say a single word.

When we met for the first time, we couldn't talk about love|love, but my lust|desire for you was no less than others...

When we met for the first time, we couldn't talk about lust|desire, but the love|love for you is no less than others...

Similar words, seemingly one letter difference, contain completely different meanings.

Ren Shiqing trembled, and at this moment of life and death, she knew the other person's heart. She couldn't believe it, and wanted to confirm again, "Your Majesty, which sentence you said is the truth!"

Qin Yan hugged her tightly, and kissed her black hair one after another, "I am me, what I said will always be true."

"No regrets," the blood-stained palm lightly touched the Empress's face, Ren Shiqing smiled, "The concubine finally waited for His Majesty, and also waited for this sentence."

"It's useless to talk about it," Qin Yan also laughed, and continued: "That's good, when we go to the underworld together and go to hell, I will show you that I love far more than my concubine." skin..."

Ren Shiqing suddenly realized.

The fire spread towards the two of them.

"His Majesty!"

"Go away! Go away! I don't want you to die with me!"

"I want you to live, live well!"

"There are still many people waiting for you outside!"

"I beg you, please go..."

Even though the person in her arms was crying and begging, Qin Yan remained motionless, and in the thick smoke that she couldn't see with her hands, she slowly said: "Shiqing, I seem to have remembered something, but it's meaningless to bother you, holding you , I will feel at ease, and I will have nothing to fear... even death."

Soon, the last beam fell down.

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