"There are beauties, and they will never forget it. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.] I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. Replace the piano with words, talk about the heartfelt ......"

The ethereal singing voice, and the lingering and graceful sound of the piano, are like fairy sounds outside the sky.

The subordinates stopped one after another, looked at the Floating Cloud Pavilion, and subconsciously closed their eyes, intoxicated by the beautiful singing and piano sounds.

I don't know the passage of time, I don't know the time of time.

It wasn't until the end of the song that the sound of the piano dispersed, and everyone woke up like a dream, and the meaning was still unfinished.

This song should only be in heaven! When will Madame Purple sing a song again, take them to the fairy land outside the sky, and forget the troubles of the world?

"Wonderful! It's wonderful! "On the cloister of the Fuyun Pavilion, the veils are hanging on both sides, and the king of the hunt is lying on the knees of the beauty, and he sincerely admires, "The singing and dancing piano are endless, with tacit understanding, seamless, heaven and earth, nothing more than this." ”

"Thank you for your compliment." The three beauties Tingting gave a salute, "If the prince likes it, let's sing (dance) (play) it to the prince every day." ”

Perhaps it was the visit of the Yin Concubine that had an effect, and King Hunt's condition actually improved, not only could he stay awake most of the time, but he could even walk on the ground.

When the news came out, the whole mansion was pleasantly surprised, and all the concubines continued to pour into the Floating Cloud Pavilion to visit the Hunting King.

And the king did not refuse the care of his women, and when he was in good spirits, he played chess with the women, or admired the women's playing, singing and dancing.

The concubines seized this opportunity and tried their best to win the favor of the prince in one fell swoop and achieve wealth in the future.

"So be it." King Hunter said, "Every day at this time, you come here. ”

"Lord Wang," the beauty who pillowed him smiled, "Although Sister Zi's song, Sister Lan's piano, and Sister Wei's dance are all wonderful, and the other sisters can't reach them, the sisters still want to know, which sister's talent is the most favorite?" ”

All the concubines pricked up their ears.

Mrs. Zi's singing voice, Mrs. Lan's piano sound, and Mrs. Wei's dancing are all famous in the capital.

So, whose talent does the prince like the most?

King Hunt said: "Yiyi's singing." ”

He never pleases anyone, especially women, so he says what he wants without any concerns.

Sure enough, it was her! All the concubines sighed secretly.

Which woman who can enter the Hunting Palace's Mansion is not both talented and beautiful, at least with an outstanding talent?

But in terms of popularity, there is really no one who can compare with Lady Purple's singing voice.

Madame Zi smiled, neither humble nor arrogant, not arrogant or impatient: "The prince likes it, Yiyi will definitely sing better." ”

In the hearts of other women, their hearts are full of taste.

A beautiful woman mustered up her courage, stood up, and said in a coquettish voice: "Lord, the concubine can't sing, but she can sing, is it okay for the concubine to sing to the prince?" ”

The women looked at it, oh, the old woman of Ewha Temple.

The women who lived in Ewhwawon were the first to enter the house, either they were famous or famous prostitutes, they were the oldest in terms of age, they were the lowest in terms of origin, and they were also the worst in terms of character and popularity.

I didn't expect them to be silent for so long, and they still had illusions about the prince.

The eyes of the beauties who wanted to take the initiative to perform were full of anticipation, but the hunting king didn't even look at her, just closed his eyes tiredly: "This king is tired, you all go back, just stay with Yiyi." ”

The beauty bit her lip, her eyes were full of tears, and she wanted to fight again, but she didn't dare after all, so she had to leave Fuyun Pavilion with the concubines aggrieved.

"Twenty, right? Still delusional to get the favor of the prince? It's because I'm so stupid that I didn't fall into the eyes of the prince......"

"I don't think it's a matter of age, it's a matter of whether it's clean or not, the prince has a habit of cleanliness, how can he stand it......"

"Yes, which one of the Qinglou and the troupe is clean? Such a person stays by the prince's side, bah, bah, and it makes me sick when I think of it......"

"Do you know why the prince likes Mrs. Hua so much, and even asks Mrs. Hua to serve by the bedside at night? Because, although Mrs. Hua is not from a good background, she is a yellow flower girl, and she is much cleaner than them......"

"Compared to them, Mrs. Hua's background is already very good, hehe......"

The concubines did not hide their contempt for Ewha Temple, talking and laughing, and they did not shy away from it at all.

Mrs. Lan did not stop their cynicism, because Zi Yiyi was also born in drama.

When several beauties in Ewha Temple heard these discussions, they all gritted their teeth, their eyes were full of anger, and they wanted to twist off the tongues of those women, but their status was indeed the lowest, and they had never climbed into the prince's bed, what did they quarrel with others?

No matter how angry they were, they could only curse those women in private.

Before they reached Ewha Temple, they saw that there was no one around, so they couldn't help but scold the women who laughed at them into pigs.

scolded and scolded, and someone said: "I dare to say that we are not even as good as Hua Jing'er, I am really angry!" ”

This sentence attracted strong echoes from others: "Hua Jing'er looks so dark, dresses so dirty, can't do any talent, and is born to be a slave!" Compare us to her, and say that we are inferior to her? It's unbearable. ”

"What if she's a yellow flower girl? As long as she looks like that, even if she doesn't want to be a yellow flower girl, she can only be a girl for a lifetime, right? I don't believe that the prince can look at her. ”

"Ha, of course the prince doesn't look down on her, but other men are not necessarily, such as the fifth ...... Wang who is over thirty years old and has no wife."

"I'm in favor of that. That Wang Wu doesn't pick women, as long as it's a mother, anyone can do it, I think he and Hua Jing'er are quite suitable. It would be better for the prince to be kind and reward Hua Jing'er to Wang Wu. ”

"The prince said that Hua Jing'er is very good at taking care of patients, and she must be reluctant, let's make a match in private, otherwise Hua Jing'er will be a yellow flower girl for the rest of her life, how pitiful is it?"

Originally, they were just talking to vent, but when they said this, they all suddenly stopped, one by one, looking at the other.

They all see the same evil in the eyes of others.

If Hua Jing'er is broken by another man, will the prince still want her? Will some people say that they are not as good as Hua Jing'er?

It's just a mere Hua Jing'er, don't say that she has a personal affair with her subordinates and loses her virginity, even if she dies suddenly, no one will take it seriously, right? This kind of thing is not uncommon in the Hunting Palace.

Soon, the heads of several women came together and whispered.

Unbeknownst to them, behind the big tree beside them, a man quietly listened to their conversation.

The next day, King Hunt entered the palace to visit Concubine Yin and did not bring any concubines with him.

The prince did not return home at night.

The prince was not there, and the daughters were like flowers with a cold snap, all of them wilted, fell asleep after dark, and spent another long night alone.

The palace of this night is particularly dark and cold.

The Lotus Xiangju was shrouded in darkness, and there was not a single light inside or outside.

A sturdy figure, hidden in the dark, sneakily touched the door of Lianxiangju, looked left and right, took out a knife from his arms, inserted it into the crack of the door, and pushed the wooden latch behind the door to the side little by little.

It didn't take long for the latch to be completely removed, and he pushed the door in, shutting it shut.

He slowly groped towards Lady Flower's room.

He had been here a few times, and the Lotus Xiangju was not very old, and even in the dark, he could accurately touch Madame Hua's room.

Before, the old lady of Lianxiangju had put sweat medicine in Mrs. Hua's meal, and said that Mrs. Hua had already eaten it, and it was estimated that Mrs. Hua had already slept to death at this time, and he could do whatever he wanted.

In Madame Hua's room, there was a faint sound of breathing coming from the direction of the bed.

Sure enough, I fell asleep!

He rubbed his hands, kept smacking his lips, kept licking his tongue, his eyes were full of yankuai, and his saliva was about to fall.

The palace is full of young, beautiful and lonely beauties, he looks at so many lonely beauties every day, his whole body itches uncomfortably, and he can't wait to hold them in his arms and torture them fiercely.

But he only dared to think, not to do.

Until tonight, he finally had a chance, and he couldn't wait.

"Meow-meow-meow-" He still let out a low cry twice, just in case.

He called it alike.

The person in bed was unresponsive.

He can go up with confidence.

His breathing suddenly became heavy, and his mouth made a "whirring" sound, and then he shouted "Beauty, I'm coming" and pounced on him with the momentum of a hungry tiger.

Suddenly, something in the darkness swooped down on him and covered his head, what seemed to be a blanket or something.

Then, he was shoved head-on and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

However, something sharp pierced his throat through the blanket that covered his head.

Sting! Damn sting!

He screamed violently, but his neck had been pierced, and he couldn't make a loud sound at all, only a strange "cooing" sound, and I don't know if it was his cry for help or the sound of a broken neck bone.

He tried to struggle, but he couldn't do it in pain.

He felt a warm, viscous liquid coming out of his throat, and the smell of blood.

He knew that he had been stabbed with a knife and that he was going to die.

Who killed him?

Why kill him?

Few people knew about tonight's events, and he should have enjoyed it, hung the blood-stained sheets on the branches in front of the lotus house and left, and then nothing happened, but why did things turn out like this?

Suddenly, he faintly saw a candle lit up.

Then, the blanket on his head was lifted, and he saw a man with a lit candlestick in his hand, looking at him condescendingly.

His eyes widened suddenly, staring at the other party in shock, and his eyeballs were about to fall.

How could it be...... This person?

How can it be? How could it be this most unlikely guy?

How could he die at the hands of such a fellow? Unwilling! It's so unwilling!

"Whoever moves her, die." The other party looked at him quietly and only said these four words.

The other party didn't have any expression, looking at him, like a butcher looking at a chicken with its neck cut off and waiting for the chicken to die completely.

It's horrible......

In just a few seconds, neatly killing a big living person, and calmly watching the other party die, this is not something that normal people would do at all......

The man's twitching limbs slowly stiffened, and then he stopped moving.

He was breathed in pain, fear, and regret.

The other party still watched him quietly, until his neck was no longer bleeding, then squatted down, pulled out the knife, wiped it clean on the blanket, and put it in his arms.

Then he moved the man's body aside and took a blanket to wipe the blood that had fallen to the ground.

There wasn't a lot of blood on the ground.

When killing, if you don't want blood to be splattered everywhere, then cover the target with a thicker cloth and stab it, so that the blood spurted by the deceased will only be splashed on the cloth.

Also, don't be in a hurry to pull out the knife, wait until the deceased is no longer bleeding, so that the amount of bleeding is not too much.

He quickly wiped the blood from the ground.

Then he blew out the candle, grabbed one of the man's hands, and like dragging a dead pig, slowly dragged out of the lotus fragrance house and threw it in one place.

Then he burned the blood-stained blanket.

When he was done, he returned to the Lotus Fragrance House and meditated in the outer room until it was white.

This qiē, he did it very quietly, like a scene in a dream.