At this time, the sun was already setting, and the orange sun was shining through the rattan lattice window, sprinkling the golden yellow all over the room.

Chu Feifei was holding a cup of hot tea, but he couldn't warm the cold palms of his hands.

The bright yellow figure on the opposite side said in a faint tone: "Think about it yourself, and after you think about it, I will ask Sixi to send you back, although I am not a gentleman, but, little girl, I think I am not treating you badly." ”

The bright yellow figure stepped out of the temple gate, Sixi glanced at Chu Feifei, followed silently, and closed the temple door with his backhand.

The dormitory dimmed little by little, and the dark shadows swallowed up the thin figure little by little, as if with a heavy brush, all the colors in the hall were erased.

I don't know how long it took, until the moonlight gradually spilled into the hall, Chu Feifei moved his already stiff body and put down the tea cup that he had been holding for a long time.

Five years of obedience? A faint smile appeared on the corner of Chu Fei's mouth, it is still very cost-effective to exchange five years of life for Brother Mu's life

However, Chu Feifei had a faint voice in her heart telling her that once she got on that boat, she might never have a chance to come down again, and her dream of pastoral seclusion might really only be a dream.

From now on, she will stand in the light, working for the royal family, will she watch her interfere with the process of space? At a flower god meeting, it was okay to say that if he really wanted to collect money in a big way as the emperor said, he would probably take extreme measures on the other side of the body.

The door of the palace was opened silently, and Sixi's figure appeared at the palace gate: "Fei Fei girl, the emperor asked the girl if she could think clearly?" ”

A surge of anger surged in Chu Feifei's heart, and he sneered: "Why, I can't wait so soon?" ”

Sixi smiled faintly: "The girl is wrong, it's not that the emperor can't wait, it's that the girl's friend can't wait, is this life-saving medicine used or not?" ”

Chu Feifei closed his eyes and held back the anger in his heart: "The emperor promised that I would save him." ”

"Yes, the premise is that the girl agrees to the emperor's conditions." Sixi said unhurriedly.

Chu Feifei took a deep breath. Slowly got up, walked towards Sixi step by step, and with her steps, a ruthless voice sounded: "Isn't it five years?" Isn't it just to fill the treasury? Okay, I promise."

Sixi smiled with satisfaction: "It's not a scarlet girl, wouldn't it have ended like this a long time ago, this black light is blind, and the cold house is cold tea." You can sit still, too. Sixi said and made a gesture of please: "Please, the emperor is still waiting for the non-scarlet girl to have dinner together." ”

Chu Feifei glanced at Sixi coldly, and said lightly: "No need, although I promised to work for him, I was also forced, everyone knows it, why do such superficial things." ”

Sixi smiled lightly: "We can't control what the non-scarlet girl thinks, but we know that the emperor really wants to help the non-scarlet girl." ”

Chu Feifei sneered and said nothing, and pulled the cloak on his body: "Happy father-in-law." Needless to say, I'm sorry for you to send me back. ”

Sixi sighed slightly: "It's not a scarlet girl, actually"

"Happy father-in-law" Chu Feifei coldly interrupted Sixi.

Sixi closed his mouth and shook his head slightly, some things will always be clear to bystanders, although the emperor used the man to blackmail this girl, but the conditions promised by the emperor are already the grace of heaven. Speaking from the heart, the whole world is the emperor, and this girl has already sold 10,000 taels of gold to the emperor. If the emperor wants to use her, he has the means, so why make a five-year agreement.

However, I don't complain that this girl doesn't understand. It's just that I've been serving the emperor since I was a child, don't I understand it?

Xiangfu, Zhuyuan

The gorgeous embroidery building in Zhuyuan has been empty and has long been idle, but now Miss Fang Xueqing lives in the water pavilion by the koi pond.

Miss Fang doesn't like to be served in close proximity. So at this time, it was night, and Fang Xueqing was the only one left in the Water Pavilion.

At this time, in Miss Fang's room, a gray-clothed man was carefully applying medicine to Fang Xueqing's arm.

A long knife cut, cut from the upper arm, although not deep, is also a little shocking.

"How can you be injured like this, miss, do you have anything to do yourself, sue the slave," the man in gray frowned.

Fang Xueqing interrupted him coldly: "You don't have to worry about my business. ”

The man in gray frowned, but after all, he didn't say anything, just bandaged the wound properly and quickly,

Then, taking a few steps back, he suddenly fell to his knees with a slightly excited expression:

"Miss, you are a daughter, you can't get involved in this danger again, if Miss makes another mistake, the city of slaves will be to blame."

Fang Xueqing turned her eyes away, not looking at the pleading in Hu Zhicheng's eyes, what she was going to do, Hu Zhicheng couldn't help, and she couldn't let him know.

The above urged to kill the son-in-law, and the son-in-law was always in the same place with Lu Kun, who was strong in martial arts, and finally let her find a chance for the son-in-law to be alone, but let the father-in-law mess up.

Not to mention that she was injured, the boy was also rescued, and at this time, she didn't know where to hide, Fang Xueqing was upset when she thought of this, and the city in front of her was especially eye-catching.

"Let's go, I'm going to rest."

"Miss" Hu Zhicheng still wants to say more.

Fang Xueqing snorted coldly: "Go out"

A hint of gloom flashed in Hu Zhicheng's eyes, and he was about to retire after saluting.

But I heard Fang Xueqing say behind me: "Wait, today I asked you to inquire about Feifei's girl, can you inquire clearly?" ”

Hu Zhicheng replied: "The slave only heard that the draft and the flower god will be held together, but no one knows the specific details, miss, since you are so familiar with that non-scarlet girl, why don't you ask her personally." ”

Fang Xueqing frowned slightly, what? The talent show and the god of flowers will be held together? How could there be such a thing? When did this Feifei gain such great trust from the emperor? When did they meet? Could it be since that Tengyun Pavilion? That Tengyun Pavilion assassination was obviously his own painstaking arrangement, and in the end, he actually let that Feifei take advantage of it

Fang Xueqing felt a surge of anger in her heart, and she stood up suddenly, with a sharp pain from the wound on her arm.

Hu Zhicheng hurriedly said: "Miss, be careful, what's wrong with you?" No matter where this draft is held, it is just a formality, Miss's road, the minions have been paved, Miss just needs to participate in it with peace of mind. ”

Fang Xueqing covered the injury, frowned, and waited for the sharp pain to pass before she spoke: "No, I've been a little uneasy when I think of that Feifei recently, that girl seems to be stupid, but in fact, it's weird, this flower god will be mixed with the draft, I don't know what it will become, I always have to ask clearly, so I can feel at ease." ”

"Miss, are you going to do it now?" Hu Zhicheng was taken aback: "You have an injury now, it's better to rest early and heal the injury, otherwise if you have a business trip during the draft."

No matter how impetuous Fang Xueqing was at this time, she knew that what Hu Zhicheng said was right, and sat down with a frown: "You continue to inquire about the news of the Flower God Society, and notify me as soon as there is any new news." ”

"Yes, miss."

Hu Zhicheng came out of the water pavilion, stood quietly for a while, and then went to the small courtyard of the sundries.

Fang Xueqing looked at the candle flame on the table, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, it's not scarlet, it's best if you don't get in my way, otherwise, don't blame me for not being emotional. To be continued