Wangqiu was suddenly shocked.

This is the Qianqing Palace, how could there be the smell of blood?

She felt a little panicked.

I looked around and saw no one around. After a slight hesitation, I plucked up the courage and stepped forward slowly.

Near the corner.

Wangqiu heard some strange noises again.

She carefully reached over her head, and her eyes widened in shock at the scene before her.

That's...Xia Houjing.

Didn't he go to deal with things?

Why are you here?

Before Wangqiu could figure it out, he looked at a little eunuch kneeling in front of Xia Hojing.

It still looks familiar.

It seems like I have seen it somewhere.

Before she could remember, on the other side, Xia Hojing had already opened her mouth and said slowly:

"My imperial sister, how can I be your servant? Can you take a look?"

This was the first time Wangqiu saw Xiahou Jing without Yingqian by his side.

I also truly felt the terrifying power of the emperor.

Missing the warm and mellow skin.

The coldness in those eyes made Wangqiu tremble all over.

She didn't even dare to breathe.

He covered his mouth for fear of making any sound.

The little eunuch's eyes widened with horror.

He wanted to apologize.

But his mouth and nose were tightly covered by the guards at the back.

He tried his best, but couldn't make even a sound.

Wangqiu was infected by his fear.

My body was also shaking violently.

She didn't know how Xia Hojing wanted to punish him.

But a very bad premonition has already flooded my body.

About Dao Yingqian.

No matter what happens, Xia Hojing will never give up easily.

He is crazy.

No matter how normal he pretends to be in front of Yingqian.

That heart has long been twisted.

Xia Hojing lowered his eyes, as if he was talking indifferently, and said calmly:

"Gouge out his eyes and throw him out of the palace to feed the dogs."

"yes!"

The guards at the rear responded immediately.

Two fingers pierced into the eye sockets.

But the little eunuch couldn't even scream.

He couldn't figure it out anyway.

But out of curiosity, I took another look at Yingqian.

Why was he killed?

Wangqiu watched helplessly as the little eunuch's eyes were gouged out.

Eyeballs dropped to the ground.

There were only a pair of blood holes left in the eye sockets.

Her heartbeat was pounding.

The fear came too fiercely.

Causes severe vomiting in the chest and abdomen.

She was completely frightened.

Big beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

The little eunuch struggled for a while, blood rolled all over the floor, and finally his breath gradually weakened.

He's not dead yet.

Xiahou Jing wanted to throw it to him to feed the dogs.

It's not something you feed until you're going to die.

Just save your last breath.

The guards dragged the young eunuch away.

Wangqiu collapsed to the ground and waited for a long time before he dared to lift his head and look at Xiahou Jing.

After such a bloody experience just now.

The expression on his face didn't change much.

Only a hint of smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Wangqiu suddenly realized.

Such a cruel act was not worth mentioning to Xia Hojing.

Except for Yingqian, he didn't take anyone's life seriously.

"Have you seen enough?"

Before Wangqiu could recover, he suddenly heard Xia Hojing speak.

She panicked and didn't dare to open her mouth. She looked around first, but saw that she was the only one around.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

Wangqiu took a step forward bravely, not daring to look at the blood on the ground.

She was really scared.

No one knows what Xia Hojing can do now.

She was so frightened that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

"You know clearly what should be said and what should not be said."

Xia Hojing glanced at Wangqiu, walked forward slowly, and said: "You have been with the imperial sister for many years. I don't want to make the imperial sister sad, but it does not mean that it is easy for a slave with two intentions to stay."

The little eunuch's eyes were still lying on the ground.

Follow him and pass him by.

Xia Hojing, who really doesn’t know how to go, took a closer look.

He stepped on the sticky blood, dressed in a dragon robe, and his handsome face was full of coldness.

There was already murderous intention in those black eyes that stared at Wangqiu.

Wangqiu has no doubt.

As long as she gave Yingqian a slightly lighter weight in her heart and without so many years of love, her fate at this time would not be half better than that of the eunuch.

"Yes." Wangqiu knelt down on the ground, with his head on the cold ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, not to kill. I am deeply grateful. I will strictly abide by my duty and not say another word."

"It's best if you know."

"This slave has retreated."

Wangqiu took a breath, knelt down and took two steps back. Just as he was about to turn around, Xia Hojing said again:

"Wait a minute, take this thing away."

He lowered his eyes, glanced at the eyes on the ground, and said coldly:

"I've given it to you."
To be continued...