The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Luo Ci glanced at the beautiful woman, she vaguely saw the lifeless look on her body, pursed her lips, and followed the little fragment.

Little Fragment went back to his palace without saying a word. When the palace servants saw him, they immediately went up to him to express their concern and concern, and even wanted to apply medicine to bandage his wound.

One of the palace servants said deliberately 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. If there is no accident, the throne must belong to His Majesty. Now His Majesty is young, so as long as he pleases him, it will definitely be useful in the future.

The first palace member didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but when the other palace people saw His Highness's lack of response, they thought that His Highness must also blame the Queen, so they couldn't help but say, "Empress Empress doesn't even recognize His Highness, and she is too sick. "

Ever since the Queen went crazy, no one dared to serve her. Besides, His Majesty didn't care, and no one was always on her side. Even when His Highness went to the Queen's palace, they pretended not to follow her.

Xiao Junheng raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes were full of great pressure, he directly grabbed the palace maid, his little hands were unexpectedly strong, his immature face was full of hostility, his eyes were fierce and cold, with a hint of red shine.

The palace man was pinched so hard that the people around him were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and repeatedly admitted their mistakes.

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

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

Probably because of the shadow of death, the palace servants tried their best to push Xiao Junheng away. His young body was pushed to the ground hard, and the skin that had been pierced by the broken porcelain was painful, but he didn't respond.

He slowly stood 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 childish voice was dry and hoarse, "Come here, drag these slaves down, cut off their tongues and feed them to wild dogs, and beat them another 50 boards. And he, cut it off."

Not allowing them to beg for mercy, the Jinwu Guards quickly came out to drag these palace people away. As for how shrill and miserable their voices were, the parties involved were not affected at all.

Xiao Junheng exuded air-conditioning all over his body, his exquisite and beautiful face was expressionless, indifferent and resisting, he slowly took out the ointment from the drawer, applied the ointment without feeling any pain at all, and directly wiped the wound with his other hand. He rubbed it without hesitation, without blinking his eyes.

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

Luo Ci stared at him in a daze, then silently walked to Xiao Shard's side, reaching out to touch his face lightly, but her hand passed through his body.

She can'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, and after bandaging his hands, he took off his shirt and applied medicine to several wounds.

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

He sat on the bed silently, with his head slightly lowered, looking gloomy and somewhat aggrieved.

A drop of crystal teardrops fell down, and there was no cry at all.

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

But it was just a vain embrace, she stretched out her hand to try to catch his tears, the tears passed through her hand and dripped on the robe.

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

The tears stagnated for a short time.

That bit of enthusiasm made her sad too.

The condition of the fragment mother was very serious, and she was about to die soon.

What should he do in the future.

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

A father-in-law rushed over, and when he saw His Highness, he showed pity and love, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

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

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

After seeing His Highness's wound, Eunuch Li sighed, "Your Highness, Your Majesty loves you, and it will be even more painful if she hurts you, so you should try to avoid going there as much as possible."

Xiao Junheng didn't say a word.

If someone else said this, he might be punished by him, but Eunuch Li would not.

Eunuch Li knew that His Highness had listened to him, so he said a few more words and left.

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

Luo Ci stayed with Shard the whole time, sitting beside him silently.

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

When Fragment was sleeping, she stayed by her side.

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

She looked at Fragment whose brows were tightly furrowed in sleep, and stretched out her hand to caress his eyebrows.

I don't know where it played a role, but the eyebrows gradually relaxed.

These days Luo Ci was quietly by his side, he didn't go to the queen's palace anymore, he just stayed in his own palace.

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

There was bright red blood flowing on her slender and white wrist, the red was very glaring, and the large bloodstain on the ground had turned black, indicating that she had cut her wrist for some time.

Her pale and beautiful face was silent and dead. She was wearing a fiery red and luxurious dress embroidered with golden silk phoenix patterns.

Xiao Junheng's dark pupils narrowed, staring fixedly at the woman on the bed, he couldn't take his eyes off him, and he couldn't bear to look away.

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

She is dead.

It's not too early or too late now, someone should have come to the bedroom at this time, but no one found out, not a single person.

If those palace people had been careful with the queen mother and served her carefully, she would not have died.

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

Hatred arose in his heart, and some dark black gas rushed towards him.

For a moment, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and even his brain ached.

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, lowered her head slightly, and kissed the beautiful woman gently on the forehead.

This is a blessing from God.

She has no way to change anything, she can only wish the fragmented queen 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 finished all this, the shards behind her stared blankly at where she was.