The last time King Kang hosted a banquet here was more than a month ago.
Time seemed to be frozen at the night of the banquet. The place still remained the same as when the assassination took place. Apart from the bodies being dragged away, even the tables and chairs blocking the road had not been moved.
People from Lu Songping are a bit hasty in doing things.
Xiao Nan was thinking about things and didn't pay attention to his feet. Suddenly, he felt half of his leg go cold and he had stepped into a pool of water.
The water wasn't deep, only reaching her calves, but it was bone-chillingly cold. She was about to pull herself away when she noticed something in the water and paused.
In the extremely dim light, something was reflecting the faint moonlight in the water.
Xiao Nanhui bent down and put his hand into the water to feel around. After a moment, he opened his palm and saw two crystal clear white jade pendants.
No, she fiddled with it again, and found that it was not two jade pendants, but one.
A bracelet cut in two.
The bracelet-shaped pendant can only be worn by the emperor, or possessed by someone gifted by the emperor. In this case, the owner of this jade pendant can only be King Kang.
She picked up one of the pieces and looked at it closely.
The icy white, round jade pendant was cut in half, the cut smooth as if it were natural. It seemed to have been damaged during the attack on King Kang.
But what kind of sharp weapon could have such an edge? Jade is hard and brittle, and even if an ordinary sword could strike such a tiny object in mid-air, it would most likely shatter the jade pendant.
Something flashed through her mind.
Slender, tough, fast and fierce strangulation...
Flying line!
It was at the Bear family's old house deep in the Mulher Swamp that they encountered the group of killers using flying lines.
How could there be such a coincidence? Or was her association wrong?
Xiao Nanhui stood in a daze in the cold pool water, and suddenly felt that King Kang’s death seemed to be just a piece of duckweed floating on the water. No one knew what the truth was under the deep water.
The cold and hard jade pendant was held tightly in his hand, causing pain in his palm.
The matter of Murhe is not over, and the matter of the secret seal is not over either.
It’s just the beginning.
She walked out of the pool holding the jade pendant. Perhaps because her feet were wet, she felt that the air around her seemed to be cooler, and she could even vaguely see the white breath she exhaled.
Isn't it midsummer now? Why is this palace so gloomy?
Xiao Nanhui cast his gaze on the throne further in. That was where Prince Kang sat when entertaining guests, now split diagonally. Like the jade pendant, it exuded a sense of cleanliness and neatness.
The dense wood of the king tree was cut in half like a piece of tofu.
She felt that she needed to go forward and take a look, perhaps she could find some clues, but just as she took a step, her feet suddenly went weak.
She thought her legs were numb because she had been standing in cold water for too long, so she switched to the other leg, and it went limp again.
The numbness gradually spread from her limbs to her torso. She staggered a few steps with a dizzy head and fell to her knees a few steps away from the throne that was split in two.
Xiao Nanhui shook his head vigorously, trying to stay awake.
This feels so strange, not the same as being drugged.
My senses are still functioning, but in a very chaotic way. My eardrums seem to be covered with a layer of wax, and I can only hear my own heartbeat clearly. However, my sense of smell seems to have been amplified several times, and I can gradually distinguish the unusual floral scent in the air.
Why is there the fragrance of flowers in this hall?
Before she knew it, she had collapsed face up on the ground. She tried to raise her hand and wave it in front of her eyes. Her slightly dilated pupils could not focus on the five fingers that were so close to her, but she could see the glowing plants hanging upside down on the roof of the hall.
It was a huge orchid emitting a faint blue light and a faint chill. The meridians were intertwined and the flowers were flourishing and dense. It was in full bloom. Fine dust fell from the center of each flower and scattered in all directions. Because it was too small, it formed a translucent smoke and dust, which could not be noticed without careful distinction.
She finally knew what was about to hit her when she stepped into the palace.
No wonder Lu Songping's grandson refused to enter. This Snow Palace was strange. King Kang loved exotic flowers and plants, and he cultivated a certain plant that could cool the air. However, this plant was poisonous and needed to be pruned regularly, otherwise it would overgrow and make anyone who stayed there for even a moment lose their mind.
Looking at the way Lu Songping was retreating, would he die if he took two more puffs?
Thinking of this, Xiao Nanhui desperately struggled to prop up her upper body and tried to crawl out towards the temple door. However, the moment she stood up, the scene before her began to spin. The moonlight shone through like a streak of light, fleeing up and down, left and right in her field of vision, and she couldn't catch it no matter how hard she tried.
The distorted vision caused her to crawl a few steps before collapsing and struggling on the spot.
She could hear her own heavy breathing, like a broken door that was leaking air.
The surroundings seemed to be growing colder, and her struggles became slower.
rustling.
Xiao Nanhui's pupils moved.
It was the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground, as if someone was walking towards her.
She couldn't tell whether it was her illusion or not, until the next second, a low and hoarse voice came slowly through her thick eardrums.
"Xiao Nanhui, close your eyes."
This voice sounds familiar.
She couldn't hear what the man said at all. She opened her eyes wide to try to see the man's face clearly, but in the end, all she could see was a blur of white.
Slightly cool white, just like the moon tonight.
The white color moved closer, and Xiao Nanhui felt that his unbalanced body touched something and was finally stabilized. His cheeks and arms felt like the touch of fine silk fabric, and there was a faint warmth.
Why does this white look cold but feel warm to the touch?
"Stop touching me. Take your hands away."
Ah, it sounds so familiar. Where have I heard it before?
Her motionless head struggled to think, but her hands refused to let go. Like a drunken rogue, she stubbornly indulged herself in the warm moonlight.
After a long time, a sigh seemed to float past my ears.
Then, her body seemed to rise into the air and leave the ground, and the moonlight surrounded her even tighter, like a warm spring.
There was a faint cool fragrance in the air, and the vision that had been spinning non-stop seemed to finally calm down.
Drowsiness continued to erode Xiao Nanhui's consciousness.
The moment before she closed her eyes, she seemed to see the falling dust particles turning into flying snow all over the sky.
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