OBS Chapter 1148 Gu Jinxiao lost his composure (123 million reward points plus additional chapter)
Chapter 1148 Gu Jinxiao lost his composure (123 million reward points plus additional chapter)
The storm...is coming!
Lin Wan immediately turned around and went back to the tent, whispering something to Yun Tao in a low and hurried voice.
Shen Nanqiao almost ran out.
When the chaotic cries and the announcement of "Noble Concubine Chen has passed away" reached her ears, an indescribable ecstasy instantly surged into her heart!
Made it!!
She really did it! ! !
For fear of being discovered, Shen Nanqiao quickly returned to his tent, slammed the curtain shut, slid down to sit on the ground with his back against the cold tent, his body shaking violently with extreme excitement.
She covered her mouth tightly to prevent the crazy laughter from bursting out, but tears flowed uncontrollably.
It is joy and relief!
It is even more satisfying to have avenged great hatred!
"Shen Zhinian! My 'good' sister..."
Shen Nanqiao whispered, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold, mutton-fat white jade hairpin in her hair. The pearl at the end of the hairpin was smooth and round.
"Your intestines are pierced and your stomach is rotten... your body is torn to pieces... Hehehe... This is your retribution! You owe me a child!"
"My child, did you see that? Mother has avenged you!"
There was a sick and twisted light flashing in her eyes, as if she had seen the miserable state of Shen Zhinian writhing in agony under the torture of the poison, and a cruel pleasure surged in her heart.
In Xuanpin's tent.
When Zhu'er reported the news in a crying voice, Xuanpin, who was tuning the pipa, felt as if all her strength was drained away in an instant.
The mother-of-pearl sandalwood five-string pipa in her hand fell heavily to the ground with a clang, and the delicate mother-of-pearl fragments flew everywhere!
Xuanpin’s face was as pale as gold paper and her body swayed.
Those eyes that were always full of curiosity and intelligence, instantly lost all their luster, leaving only a huge void and disbelief.
"Empress?!"
Zhu'er screamed and hurried forward to support him.
"No... Impossible... Sister Noble Concubine Chen..."
Xuanbin's lips trembled and her vision went dark.
The sister, Concubine Chen, who trusted her without reservation, gave her shelter when she was most desperate, and even saved the Sixth Prince for her... is gone? !
The huge grief was like a tsunami, instantly engulfing Xuanpin.
Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made her unable to breathe...
Xuanbin's body shook, and before she could even utter a scream, her eyes went dark and she fell forward!
Her forehead hit the cold corner of the low table hard, blood gushed out immediately, staining her temples red, and she completely lost consciousness.
"My Queen!!! My Queen!!!"
Pearl's cries were filled with despair.
When the news reached the camp where the officials accompanying the emperor gathered, Gu Jinxiao was whispering with his colleagues about the ceremonial arrangements after returning to Beijing.
He has an upright posture and a cold face, like a lone pine tree on the edge of a cliff, always with a sense of aloofness and self-discipline.
Upon hearing the bad news, the red pen in Gu Jinxiao's hand broke with a "snap"!
Half of the pen fell to the ground, and the splashed ink stained the hem of his meticulous official robe.
The discussions and exclamations around seemed to be pulled away and become blurred in an instant.
Gu Jinxiao seemed to be frozen in place. His back, which had always been as straight as a pine tree, stiffened for a moment.
The blood color on this handsome, distant and indifferent face, which looked like a finely carved jade statue, instantly faded away, leaving only a paleness that was almost transparent...
His deep eyes, like an ancient well into which a large stone was thrown, shook violently, with turbulent emotions surging in them.
Shock.
incredible.
And a kind of pain that was forcibly suppressed and had no bottom...
This emotion was so fast that it was impossible to catch, and was suppressed by Gu Jinxiao's strong self-control, leaving only a deep and dead silence.
He stood up slowly, his movements still maintaining a dignified demeanor, but the slight stiffness revealed the shock in his heart.
Gu Jinxiao didn't even glance at the ink-stained document, nor did he pay attention to the dropped pen: "Is Concubine Chen...passed away?"
His voice was low and hoarse, with a strange calmness, as if he was just confirming a fact.
However, beneath that overly steady voice, there was a kind of heart-pounding tension hidden...
"Yes... yes, Master Gu."
The clerk was frightened by the sudden chill emanating from Gu Jinxiao's body, and his voice became even lower: "Imperial Doctor Tang has...has confirmed..."
Gu Jinxiao did not ask any more questions, nor did he lower his head to look at the ink stain on the corner of his robe.
He didn't care about his astonished colleagues. His body reacted faster than his mind. He turned around abruptly, and he didn't even notice that the chair behind him had fallen over.
Gu Jinxiao almost staggered and rushed towards the tent in the center of the camp, which symbolized supreme honor but was now shrouded in the shadow of death, in a nearly running posture.
His steps were unsteady and he had completely lost his usual calm and composed demeanor.
The cold wind of late autumn blew across Gu Jinxiao's pale face. The hem of his official robe was caught by his hasty steps, and he almost fell. But he just pulled it away and continued to run forward.
The heart was beating wildly in the chest, and every beat brought sharp pain.
It was as if there was a voice shouting wildly in Gu Jinxiao's mind -
impossible!
How could someone like her...?!
Fortunately, the camp was in chaos at the moment and no one noticed Gu Jinxiao's rare loss of composure.
When he finally rushed through the chaotic crowd and arrived outside the familiar Zhai bird and auspicious cloud tent, the curtains were lowered and suppressed crying sounds could be heard faintly from inside.
Two imperial guards stood solemnly at the door, their eyes as sharp as knives.
Gu Jinxiao's footsteps suddenly stopped outside the tent, his chest heaving violently and his breathing unstable.
He forced himself to stand still and took a few deep breaths of cold air, trying to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat and the sourness that was almost bursting through his eyes.
Gu Jinxiao raised his hand with great difficulty and wiped his face hard, his fingertips were cold.
When he put his hand down, his face had forced itself back to its usual calmness.
It was just that the turbulent waves surging in the depths of his eyes, the deep and unrelieved pain, and the slightly reddened corners of his eyes, revealed the brief but intense emotions just now...
Gu Jinxiao just stood quietly outside the tent, separated by a thick brocade curtain, like a jade sculpture with all the life sucked out of it.
His eyes were fixed on the low-hanging tent door, as if he wanted to penetrate it and confirm that everything inside was just an absurd lie.
Gu Jinxiao saw a figure swaying in the tent and saw a palace maid holding out a blood-stained towel.
Finally, he saw Fuqiu holding back her great grief, personally holding out a dazzling white cloth, and slowly covering...
Gu Jinxiao's body shook slightly, and his hands behind his back were clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, leaving deep crescent marks.
In the end, he didn't break in or make any noise.
He just stood there, letting the cold wind of late autumn fill his icy official robes. He silently froze the moment of loss of soul and deep sadness in a corner where no one could see...