Du Qiqi stood under the tree in a daze, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking. www.biquge.info She was wearing a silk robe embroidered with gold thread and a red brocade cloak on her head, which was as fierce as a fire, but her face was pale, and there was a kind of cowardly sickness, which was quite endearing.

Two maids in a bun, about the age of cardamom, stood behind her in silence, and although their cheeks were red from the cold, they did not dare to breathe too loudly. One of them held a huge bronze flower goose in his arms, and the other held a gold-lacquered tray with cloth towels, warm bags, hand ointment and other fine objects, and a delicate silver sheath dagger on the side.

Du Qiqi looked at the sky for a while, then turned his gaze back to the flower tree, picked a branch at random, and took silver scissors to cut it. It's just that the flower branches are thick and strong, and she has spent half a day trying to cut them endlessly.

The corners of her lips curled deeper, and she gently tossed the scissors into the plate, picking up the dagger beside her.

The thin and sven girl is holding a dagger that does not match in her hand, and the strong contrast, somehow, is a little frightening.

Seeing this, the maid with the bouquet of flowers had a little nervousness on her face, and stepped forward cautiously: "Girl, be careful, or let me come." ”

Du Qiqi glanced back at her lightly and dexterously, with an expression on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his weak voice seemed to be soft: "Why do you want to come?" Do you think you're better than me? ”

The maid's face turned white, and she shook her head desperately: "No, girl, I ...... I...... I'm afraid you'll hurt your hand. ”

Du Qiqi nodded to her with a smile, didn't speak, and raised his arm suddenly.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the air, and the dagger in her hand was already unsheathed, brushing the hair beside the maid's face, and thrust into the snow with a "plop".

It was very quiet.

I don't know where the wind came from, blowing off the snow on the wax plum, and it couldn't stop falling.

The maid stood dumbfounded, her whole face as white as paper.

The dagger didn't touch her, but she was still shaking and her teeth rattled.

After a while, her knees weakened, and she knelt on the hard stone path with a "plop", and said in a trembling voice: "Girl...... Forgiveness...... Forgiveness ......"

She wanted to kowtow and ask for sin, but she didn't dare to put down the flower goblet in her hand, so she could only bend her back desperately, and the whole person fell to the ground and shook into a ball.

Du Qiqi looked at her condescendingly for a while, raised his hand and carefully studied his fingers, the smile on his lips did not change at all.

The handmaiden who was holding the plate came over tremblingly, and did not dare to say another word, but held the plate in both hands and held it high above the top, and her head almost fell to the ground.

Du Qiqi smiled and put the scabbard into his sleeve, picked up the cloth towel on the plate and wiped his hands, then picked up the warm bag, and said "um": "Go down." ”

The handmaid holding the plate hurriedly took a few steps back and stood bent.

Du Qiqi raised his chin to the maid who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly: "Pick up the dagger, and stab it in the arm yourself." ”

Her voice was very soft, and her attitude was also Sven, and she paused for a while and added: "Also, that flower goose is an old thing from the former Qin, I love it very much, you don't have to put it down, so as not to break it." If Zeng Fei knew that I didn't cherish these things, she would also blame me. ”

Zeng Fei is Du Seventeen's upbringing, and she is quite strict.

"Yes, girl. Thank...... Thank you for the grace of the girl. The maid who was kneeling on the ground said in a trembling voice, and turned back tremblingly, only to see that the dagger had fallen into the snow five or six paces behind her, and that only one of the hilts was outside, and the whole blade was submerged in the snow.

Fang Cai Du Seventeen's throw, the strength is not small.

The maid shuddered, gritted her teeth, and moved her knees into the snow.

The gravel path was frozen and hard, and the gravel on it was cold and sharp, scraping like a knife. After only a few steps on her knees, the maid's skirt was scratched by rubble, but fortunately it was winter, and she was dressed thickly, and there was no blood in the hole, but she still broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as she gritted her teeth and walked forward, a very calm voice suddenly came from behind her, "What is the girl doing here?" Let's just let them go, don't be naughty. ”

Together, the two maids were obviously relieved, and the maid holding the flowers was even more red, and almost burst into tears.

A trace of anger flashed on Du Qiqi's face, but when she turned her head, the smile on her face was delicate.

"You're back." She pursed her lips and smiled at the visitor, a pear vortex was faintly revealed on her left cheek, and said with a smile: "You still know me best, and you know that I am joking." ”

The person who came was a woman dressed as a handmaid, but her clothes were far more gorgeous than the other two handmaidens, and she was a few years older, about sixteen or seventeen, and she was quite delicate, but her complexion was not very good at the moment, her face was pale and blue, and she seemed to be walking in a hurry, a little out of breath, and she was still holding a delicate silk scarf in her hand, and she wiped sweat on her head from time to time while walking.

When Du Qiqi saw it, he smiled again and asked, "What's wrong with you?" How did you go this end of sweat? After speaking, she turned her eyes to look at the maid holding the plate on the side, and made a joke: "Look, your sister Caixuan can be regarded as having lost her demeanor today." ”

She pursed her lips and smiled softly, her glutinous voice was like the softest catkins, and a gust of spring breeze could support it and fly.

The handmaiden holding the plate did not dare to speak, and when the maid named Caixuan heard this, she hung her head, and her eyes flashed with disgust.

This kind of expression, which is not suitable for the face of a servant, cannot be discovered. So, when Caixuan raised her head, her pale face was still gentle: "Girls are the most kind, they are just some stupid stupid people, why do you want to be like them?" ”

When she said these words, she subconsciously turned her head and dusted her shoulders with a cloth towel, looking like she was brushing away the residual snow on her body from a distance, and her movements were very natural.

Du Qiqi's eyes narrowed slightly.

No one noticed that at that moment, a flame of excitement flickered under her eyes.

It was the joy of discovering something interesting in the boredom, one might even say gloating.

"What's wrong with you?" When Caixuan got closer, Du Qiqi asked again, holding the warm bag in both hands, with a calm expression.

At this time, Caixuan had already walked in front of Du Seventeen, although her face was still pale, her voice was as usual: "If you go back to the girl, I have nothing to do, it is Mrs. Li...... No visitors. ”

Although she said that there was nothing to do, she suddenly raised her head and glanced at Du Qiqi, but her eyes were extremely deep, and she looked at the sides again.