137 Deadly little girl
Zi Yiyi is dressing up. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]
She wants the prince to see her most beautiful and elegant side.
Because of the ugly things she did, she didn't dare to go to Fuyun Pavilion for a long time, but seeing that the prince seemed to be really cured, her heart began to stir again.
As long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, she must seize it, she is her way to climb.
"Madam, Ling Ji asks to see." Yahuan came in to report.
Zi Yiyi was careless: "Mrs. Ben is busy, I don't see it." β
Yahuan said again: "Ling Ji said that there is something urgent. β
Zi Yiyi said: "Then let her talk behind the door." β
It's rare that the prince will come back tonight, Lan Shanshan will definitely try her best to dress up, and Ling Ji is Lan Shanshan's person, maybe she is here to spy on the "enemy situation", she doesn't want Ling Ji to get close to her.
Ling Ji was led to the door of Madame Zi's room, which was not closed, but through the curtain.
Ling Ji hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Madam, I found that a certain sister has something unspeakable hidden in the room, I don't know what to do, I think I should let you know." Can you tell us about it alone? β
Zi Yiyi said lightly: "Let's just say it, they won't say it." β
Ling Ji had no choice but to say, "I went to the Floating Cloud Pavilion to clean just now, and I accidentally found the flower ......."
Suddenly, there was a scream from outside: "There are assassinsβ"
Zi Yiyi immediately said loudly: "Come and protect Mrs. Ben!" β
Several Yahuan rushed in, blocking Zi Yiyi like a great enemy, and Ling Ji was also flustered with those Yahuan.
There have been a lot of things in the palace recently, first the wooden house where Mrs. Hua's younger brother lived caught fire, and then the prince went out and was attacked, all of which revealed a sense that the prince and the palace were targeted by thieves.
There was a commotion outside the Purple Sound Pavilion, and the guards shouted while searching, "Where is the assassin?" β
Someone shouted, "Where are you going, chase after youβ"
After a while, a maid said anxiously outside the door: "Madam Zi, Madam Lan is worried that you are not safe here, so she asked you to go to the flower hall to take refuge." The flower hall is crowded and relatively safe. β
Madame Zi thought for a while, and said to a few maids: "You bring these over, and then get your hair over there." β
The Flower Room has several cubicles, where you can also dress up.
Then she put on her cloak and left with the ring.
Ling Ji hesitated for a moment, not daring to follow Madam Zi, but fell behind.
She is still on Mrs. Lan's side now, and if she is too close to Mrs. Zi, it is not good to be seen by Mrs. Lan.
After walking for a while, one of the maids behind Madame Zi stopped, looked left and right, ran towards her, and said in a low voice: "Aunt Ling, Madam Zi asked me to ask you, what secret did you discover Madame Hua?" β
Ling Ji was stunned for a moment, she thought that Madam Zi didn't take her words seriously, she had forgotten it, but she didn't expect to remember it.
It's just, is it okay to sue sΓΉ Yahuan? And this girl seems to be a little raw.
Yahuan lowered her head and whispered: "If you have anything, just say it, the prince will come back tonight, and if Madam Zi wants to deal with it, she will only have a chance tonight." β
Ling Ji made up her mind and said in a low voice: "Before, I went to the Floating Cloud Pavilion to clean, and accidentally entered Madame Hua's room and found ......"
She told the girl in detail about the suspiciousness she saw.
Xiao Yahuan listened and nodded constantly: "It's really suspicious, I'll tell Mrs. Zi later, and Madam Zi may probe the prince's tone before dealing with it." In case the prince knew about it a long time ago, but Madame Zi wanted to track it down, she would have committed the prince's taboo. β
Ling Ji nodded when she heard this: "Well, you have a point. β
She hoped that the prince would not know, so that Hua Jing'er's secret would be unlucky after it was exposed.
Xiao Yahuan said: "Before Mrs. Zi disposes of it, please keep it secret for the time being." β
Ling Ji nodded: "Well, I understand. β
Xiao Yahuan smiled, turned around and ran in the direction of Madame Zi.
Ling Ji saw what this maid said to Madame Zi, probably relayed her words to Madam Zi, so she was a little relieved.
She wanted to go back to her lodgings to dress up, but fearing that the Assassins would target her, she made her way to the flower hall.
"Aunt Ling, this way-"
As she passed by the rockery, she heard someone calling her.
She turned her head and saw the little girl ring poking her head out from behind the rockery, and beckoned to her: "Madame has something for me to tell you, come here." β
Ling Ji didn't doubt it and trotted over.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she ran behind the rockery, the little girl stood behind her and strangled her neck with a belt.
She was frightened, struggled hard, and wanted to call for help, but the girl looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her strength was so great that she couldn't resist.
Soon she was out of breath, her consciousness gradually blurred, and her body slowly collapsed.
She's going to die...... It was her only consciousness.
She's still young, and she doesn't want to die......
She lost consciousness and she thought she was dead.
But she didn't die, she just ...... It's just a waste.
But after a long time, she opened her eyes and found herself lying in her room, and she couldn't help but be ecstatic, but she soon found that she was weak and weak, and her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't make a sound at all.
She wanted to shout "help", she wanted to shout "someone", but she only made a muffled voice.
And there was a loud sound of firecrackers in the direction of the flower hall, as well as the cheers of everyone.
She looked out the window, it was already dark, and the prince had returned? Dinner started?
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and she also wants to have a reunion dinner with the prince, and she doesn't want to be abandoned here alone......
However, she never made a sound, never got out of bed, and no one came looking for her.
Even her only maid didn't come to her.
She was forgotten.
In the flower hall, there was a lot of joy and joy.
In the atmosphere of the New Year, even the king of hunting, who has no joy or sorrow, no desire and no desire, is rare to have a smile and drink and have fun with all the concubines.
"Lord Wang," Mrs. Lan was a little worried, "although these wines are fruit wine and flower wine, and they won't hurt your body, but your body has only improved a little, and if you drink so much, will you really be fine?" β
"It doesn't matter." King Hunter said lightly, "This king's illness is almost better, don't say a few cups, even a few pots will not be a problem." β
Ecstasy rose in the hearts of the women: What the prince said is true, right?
Before, the prince fought alone against dozens of Fei assassins and was not defeated, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a dying person can do it, and the prince has not been sick again recently, they can believe that the prince is really saved, right?
"This king is in a good mood today, so let's dance the sword to cheer up." As he spoke, he stood up and stretched out his hand.
One of the guards immediately drew his sword and handed it over.
King Hunter held his sword in his hand and walked to the center of the flower hall.
Everyone stared blankly at him.
What the hell is going on? Why did the prince, who was still lightless, colorless and lifeless before, completely change after getting the sword?
It's like a gray and cold piece of iron, and suddenly it becomes a cold, indestructible sword!
He stared at the sword in his hand, slowly raised his hand, and then swung it.
In an instant, his eyes were like lightning, and his sword qi was like a rainbow!
And then move like a rabbit, like a shock!
It was a sealed flower hall, but suddenly there was a wind, and it was a trace of wind, a stream of wind, surrounding the prince's side, changing and flowing with his every move, as if there was life and consciousness, dancing with the prince.
Everyone couldn't see the movements of the prince clearly, only saw the cold light flickering like meteors, and only heard the slightest sound of the wind.
The black hair is flamboyant, and the white clothes are fluttering, like the shadow of a flower under the moon, moving with the wind, and it is provocative.
Forget to breathe, forget to think.
Suddenly, the wind disappeared, and the prince stood there quietly, holding the sword in both hands, and the sword stood in front of him, as if he had never moved, and the qi qi qi of Fang Cai was just a dream of everyone.
His breathing was so calm that he didn't even sweat a drop, and he couldn't tell that he had just performed an amazing swordsmanship.
In the face of everyone's infatuation, he suddenly smiled slightly, threw the sword in his hand to the guard, walked back to his seat gracefully, sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank slowly.
Everyone came back to their senses and looked at the prince, unable to describe their love and worship for the prince in words.
Mrs. Lan's cheeks were red, and her fingers trembled as she poured wine for the prince: "The king, the prince's sword and sword skills are so high and clever, and the concubine is ten thousand and admires ......."
Sure enough, it's great that she didn't leave the prince.
Such a man is worth her exhaustion to chase.
Mrs. Zi also came back to her senses and poured tea for the prince: "Prince, let's drink tea." β
She doesn't know kung fu, but she can still read it, and with that hand just now, she can be sure that even if the prince wants to die, he will definitely not die of illness.
She is still by the side of the prince, and she is still the side room of the prince, so she still has a chance.
King Hunter smiled, took the wine glass with one hand, and the teacup with the other, and drank it all.
When other people saw it, they also poured wine and tea, and came over to pay tribute to the prince, but the prince did not refuse.
In the compartment, behind the low-hanging curtain, Qiu Guhan saw the amazing sword dance of the hunting king just now through the gap in the curtain, his eyes were deep and dark.
The king of hunting was not perfunctory, the sword dance just now was the true skill of the king of hunting.
Very clever swordsmanship, without losing the "God of War" wisdom!
The king of hunting is worthy of his name.
He looked down at his ten fingers, still thin enough to wield such a sword with ease.
The gap between him and the Hunting King turned out to be so big.
He sat cross-legged and meditated.
He couldn't see people, and his "sister" asked him to dress up as a little guy and stay in this compartment to feel the atmosphere of the New Year.
At least, he still has time, right?
In the flower hall, after the sword dance of the king of hunting, every concubine happily performed, singing and dancing, so lively.
It wasn't until late at night that the banquet was over, and all the concubines hoped that the prince would let them sleep, but the prince didn't say a word.
Watching Mrs. Hua and the prince walk towards the Floating Cloud Pavilion, all the women gritted their teeth: Why did the prince only keep Mrs. Hua by his side?
In the past, the prince was seriously ill and was not close to women, but now that the prince is recovering, will Mrs. Hua be indifferent?
Madame Zi is also very uncomfortable in her heart, when will she be able to get the favor of the prince again?
When she walked to the Ziyin Pavilion, she suddenly thought of something: "What about Ling Ji?" Why didn't Ling Ji come tonight? β
A maid said, "I heard from the housekeeper that she was sick and couldn't attend." β
"That's right." Madam Zi thought for a moment and turned around, "I'll go see her, you go get some delicious food and bring it over together." β
She remembered that Ling Ji came to her before, saying that she had a secret to tell her, and she was not sleepy yet, so it was better to go and see Ling Ji, be a good person, and see what good news she could hear by the way.