- When Mo Ye and Shi Yi came out of the Qingfeng Pavilion, it was already dark. On the side of the wide and straight street, there are soldiers of the city patrol team who work in groups of threes and threes, responsible for lighting the lampposts that stand tall on the side of the road.

It is usually two soldiers who cooperate, each holding a long bamboo pole in both hands. A rod is used as a hook to hang a translucent oiled paper lampshade on a lamppost to protect from wind and rain. The other rod was used to light the fire, and the head of the rod was embedded with a lit oil cotton core, which Shi Yi had imagined in his mind as an enlarged match. Of course, the "match" held in the hands of the lantern soldier can be burned for a long time.

Lighting the lamp may seem simple, but in fact, it takes into account the strength of the human arm and the ability to aim. Although the two soldiers, who were mainly responsible for lighting the lamp, stepped on a half-man-tall tool cart, they still raised their hands and were still about a foot away from the top of the lamppost. Lighting a filament wick at such a distance is a test of eye-hand coordination. On top of that, lighting a street lamp is about a quarter of an hour or so with your hands above your head, which is not an easy task.

This kind of work is carried out every evening in Kyoto, and although this kind of people-friendly facilities are not widespread in every corner of Kyoto, they are not new to Kyoto residents. Still, every evening, some of the children stopped playing and watched with curiosity as the patrolmen lit the lights.

Sometimes the children would be tempted to get close to the tool cart and play with the flickering little flame, but they would soon be scared away by the eyebrow and glare of the lighter. However, when they were scared away, the children were obviously screaming loudly, but in fact, most of them had naughty smiles on their faces, as if it was a worthy thing to provoke the uncles of the city patrols, who were usually extremely strict, to squeeze their eyebrows.

The lantern lighter looks tall and strong, and he stands on a tall tool cart with a bamboo pole in his hand - but in fact it is not so terrifying, and he will not be murdered for no reason. Some of the more daring children would turn around and grimace after being scared away, and most of the soldiers could only keep their faces stiff and pretend that they didn't see them. But if children want to play with fire, they must not allow it.

Shi Yi had heard his somewhat unreliable scholar say it. These light-up soldiers should not be underestimated, and most of them are estimated to be military spear-throwers. These soldiers usually only light the lamp, but they may be on the battlefield one day. The bamboo poles they held in their hands turned into a hard, sharp projectile spear, a single accurate projection spear can destroy a cavalryman, and it is also an important weapon for armor formation.

For this reason, Shi Yi also paid attention to the figure of these lamplighters from time to time. Now it is about to enter the summer season, people's clothes are getting thinner, these soldiers have also changed into cotton jackets, Shi Yi can see the arms of those lamplighters, it is indeed unusually thick. He suddenly remembered,

A certain type of novel he read in his previous life. The word "tiger gibbon waist" often appears in it. It's a bit inaccurate to say that these soldiers are ape waists, but a pair of arms is really strong. Especially when these soldiers raise their hands at a certain angle, just watching from the sidelines, they will also feel that the spear throwers really need such physical conditions.

Although the use of soldiers is only for a while, it is not possible to relax for a moment in raising soldiers in a thousand days. This consumption cost is not small, but looking at the physical condition of these soldiers who are currently idle, it can be seen that the current Emperor Nanzhao is not stingy with material supplies in the matter of raising soldiers.

Leaving the block lined with Yulang Pavilions, the figures of the few lantern lighters had also been left behind, Shi Yi walked with Mo Ye, and then took her to Songxi Street again. Matsukei Street is one of the most popular neighborhoods in Kyoto that sells stationery and utensils. The roadside lampposts in this neighborhood have all been lit up, which is much earlier than the Seifukan. In different locations, the maintenance work of the equipment for the benefit of the people is still thick and thin, which is almost an inevitable rule in ancient and modern times.

Walking into a paper shop with Shi Yi, Mo Ye finally couldn't help but ask: "It's not too early, and everything that should be recorded has been recorded." What are you going to do when you still have to buy paper? ”

Shi Yi pretended to be mysterious and said: "I don't necessarily buy paper for writing, I'll tell you the reason later." ”

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After Wu Shu and Cheng Xu left the damp alleyway where four dead bodies were lying on their side, after the few cleaners finished their work, they also dragged the corpse truck disguised as a garbage truck to leave. At the other end of the alley behind them, a figure suddenly appeared.

This person is a little short and relatively thin, at first glance, he looks like a woman, but from the front, it is clear that he is a man.

The man was about twenty-five or six years of age, and he walked with a light movement, and seemed to have some knowledge of kung fu, but his face looked a little unhealthily pale, as if he had suffered from a serious illness not long ago.

This person, like Wu Shu, is also in four groups. To be precise, this person was originally a member of the four groups of expatriates, but since he was recalled to Beijing a few months ago due to illness to recuperate, and it is likely that he will remain in the four groups of troops stationed in Beijing after that, he may also become a subordinate of Wu Shu in the near future.

However, he had just been watching Wu Shu deal with those masked killers just now, until Cheng Xu jumped out to help, and he had no intention of showing up.

A few months ago, he had been active in Beiyan, and in the months after returning to Beijing, he had stayed in the Commander's Mansion as a swordsman for the Commander, and rarely met with Wu Shu, who was accustomed to working day and night. It's just a few rare meetings in a few months, which is not enough for Wu Shu to be familiar with this person's martial arts path, and similarly, this person can't be much familiar with Wu Shu's martial arts path.

So in the last few months, he has been seizing the time, looking for opportunities, and observing Wu Shu's moves.

But it's easy to plan, but it's very hard to do.

Because Wu Shu's shots are very rare, as for his martial arts of flying eaves and walking on walls, this person who is following him has already mastered it, and there is no need to study it again.

However, the hard work paid off, and just now, he still let him see the true details of Wu Shu's shot.

The time and place are all in control, and the angle from which he hid at the end of the alley, he saw a strand of silver in Wu Shu's sleeve thrown out like a snake, and he could no longer describe the speed in words, and the masked man standing opposite him swung the knife into the air out of control and flew out two steps away.

If it weren't for the right angle he was standing, he might have felt like the masked man who threw the knife and felt that the knife in his hand was "pried away" because it had encountered the power of a ghost.

But providence finally let him see it a moment before tonight's action, and it was not too late, so that he could see that it was not the power of nothingness, that power came from a machine spring hidden in the narrow sleeve of Wu Shu, and he finally had a little time to think about the way to solve it.

The next moment after the knife flew out, the masked man who had lost the knife was tied into a straight tube like a cocoon of a silkworm by the strand of silver. There was a look of disbelief in the man's eyes. Gradually turning to panic, he didn't hesitate any longer, his cheeks tightened as if he was chewing something in his mouth, and then dark blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

In Rongshu's opinion. The placement of the fangs is no longer a legend, but the silver thread hidden in Wu Shu's sleeve is a legend.

It seems the same as Cheng Xu's side, among the two masked killers that Wu Shu faced on this side, the second person immediately realized something after watching the process of the first person being strangely bound and then committing suicide. He began to swing his knife and slash into the open space in front of him, but although his knife was lucky enough to cut the silver wire, it failed to cut it, but was bounced open by the tenacity of the silver wire by several inches.

How things will change after that, it seems that there is no suspense, this kind of thing. Eishu has seen many times in other environments and other killers.

Rong Shu is now thinking about what kind of substance is that bundle of silver filaments? As a member of the fourth group, he is also an old man with some qualifications. Although he was active in Beiyan in the early years, and he did not know enough about the affairs of the four groups in Beijing, he had some big secrets. He still knows.

He suspected that the thing in Wu Shu's hand was the artifact that had been rumored to be in the world more than ten years ago.

It is said that this thing can be stretched and retracted, and with this thing, even hundreds of feet high city walls can be climbed. In addition, the long-distance throwing power of this thing is also quite terrifying, even if it is tens of meters away, it is not difficult to take a person's life with a penetrating wound.

This thing is very small in size. It's even a little smaller than a water chestnut concealer. This thing is boxy, with four openings in four directions, each with its own capabilities.

It is rumored that there is only one thing in the world, and that the only one has been permanently damaged due to overuse, which means that the power of this artifact is also limited and will be depleted.

But the four core members of the group know it. There are actually two of these things.

One of them had indeed lost its usefulness, and was now in the dark room of the Lord's Palace, where it had been opened as a specimen, waiting to be copied by the Master Forger.

As for the whereabouts of the other small box, the narrative is somewhat ambiguous. The most reliable theory is that it may be in the hands of two people, one is the emperor and the other is the ruler. But no matter which of the two is the most accurate, it won't be in Wu Shu's hands, right?

But on second thought, it's not impossible.

The emperor lived in the palace, originally lived in a simple house, there were many city towers outside, thousands of forest guards walking and patrolling inside, and there were several big internal masters around him who did not leave for a moment, whether there was that box, for his safety, it seemed to be nothing. When today's son fought from the northern Xinjiang, his martial arts were not weak.

As for the commander, although he is in the officialdom, whether it is the height of the temple or the distance of the rivers and lakes, he has already given him the title of Martial God. He reached the pinnacle of martial arts with his natural physique, and if he had faced those two masked killers just now, it could be said that he could smash a few iron knives with his bare hands without the gloves with that special black texture.

Whether he wants the box or not, for his personal safety, the importance of the matter is even more insignificant.

But even if this method of exclusion is used, no strong evidence can be obtained that this box is necessary to be obtained by Wu Shu.

Didn't Wang Chi always want to find out the secrets of the Beiyan military? This thing should be handed over to the four groups of groups stationed in Beiyan in order to play the greatest role.

But it has remained in Kyoto...... This may indicate that there is a matter or person in Beijing who, in Wang Chi's opinion, is more important than the military secrets of the Northern Wild Goose, and needs to borrow the special power of this thing to take care of it.

So what is this thing or person?

This thing or person seems to come from the huge mansion with the "Song House" plaque. From the perspective of Rongshu, the architectural structure of this house exceeds the needs of the private houses, and is close to the establishment of the Commander's Mansion, and if you look at its internal framework, as long as the personnel are properly arranged, this house already has self-guarding fortifications.

Leaving the alleyway, Rongshu stepped into a more prosperous street market, where he was accustomed to thinking in a noisy environment.

And when he just thought about the Song Mansion, a place that is a private house on the outside and very mysterious on the inside, he suddenly smelled a strange smell, and saw a little beggar in ragged clothes suddenly approaching in front of him.

It's not that he thinks the person in front of him is dirty, it's just that because he has been doing spy affairs for so many years, Rong Shu has long had a sense of vigilance and consciousness that no one should approach, even if it is a native of his country standing in front of him, a hard-working child who is obviously preparing to beg. Rongshu stopped a moment before he was about to wipe the edge of his shirt with the child. While taking a step back, he had already examined the eyes and limbs of the little beggar in front of him as quickly as possible, and it was not difficult to find that this was a beggar who had come with something.

It's not very common.

When he met Rong Shu's gaze, the little beggar's eyes obviously shrank. But the hunger in his belly reminded him that if he obediently did what the captor had told him just now, not only would he not have to eat the rancid bread tonight, but he would probably be able to eat a fragrant meal of braised pork noodles.

Anyway, it's not a difficult task, it's easier to get started than stealing a knife of fat from the meat stall of the 13th shop in the East Market!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the little beggar took out a broken bowl hidden under the tattered sleeve and stretched it out to the place where Rongshu's line of sight could see the bottom of the bowl vertically. Although he had plucked himself up in his heart, his outstretched hand was still a little trembling. While stretching out the broken bowl in his hand, he also said cowardly in the same slightly trembling voice: "Your lord, you are doing well." Reward a penny, the little one has not gained anything for two days, and he is almost too hungry to stand up. ”

Rong Shu wanted to throw a penny out casually, but a penny was really nothing to him. What's more, he is still a child who is easy to attract pity in front of him. However, when his eyes fell on the bottom of the bowl, and saw a few distorted strokes, like words and symbols, his face suddenly changed for a moment, and then he said in a cold voice: "I listen to you quite neatly, not like you are so hungry that you can't stand up, I am most tired of beggars who can deceive people in my life." Get out! ”

As soon as the word "roll" came out, he seemed to wave his hand at random with anxiety, but accurately threw the broken bowl in the little beggar's hand to the ground.

The little beggar's bowl was also an inferior porcelain bowl that others didn't want, and it was thrown over on the street paved with hard bluestone slabs, and it was suddenly shattered. Because the force of the impact is strong enough, even the coarse porcelain bowl makes a relatively crisp sound. In the lively street market, a few passers-by who were closer to him frequently turned back.

The little beggar watched as the guy he was eating was shattered, and the shadow of the sliced meat in his mind was shattered almost at the same time, and a sour feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, turning into two lines of tears bursting out of his eyes, and two white lines dripping on his dirty face. He sat on the ground. Wow wow burst into tears.

At the entrance of the shops that were closer, there were already a few people pointing and counting in this direction, and they seemed to be talking in a low voice.

Without having to listen closely, Rongshu could also guess what those people were talking about.

This little beggar didn't know that many years ago, the Rongshu he just called "noble master" was also a cheap life. At that time, he was begging in the streets at a weaker age than this little beggar, and the white eyes and spits of the hardships he had endured were piled up, and he had walked far more than one city under his feet. So although he lived a life where he had meat to eat, he couldn't grow in size anymore, and his physique only stayed in the position of a teenager.

Cheng Xu, who has had such an experience, of course deeply remembers that even at the top of the troubled times more than ten years ago, although passers-by were tired of beggars, they were not so annoyed that Cheng Dù threw bowls. This seems to be a latent norm that is naturally formed by a social mentality. But it is such a rootless rule, just like a farmer cherishes seeds, and a merchant cherishes silver, so that people naturally abide by it.

However, at this time, Cheng Xu silently firmly believed in his heart that he had to smash this little beggar's job.

Because of the strange words written at the bottom of his bowl, if he left the bowl, his life might not be saved. Or tonight when he begged for half a bowl of cold porridge to be eaten in this broken bowl, or when he returned to his shack and waited for the man who had instructed him to do so, his life would be gone.

He still has some patience for this little beggar, maybe he has escaped this mixed fortune today, and will have a better chance in the future.

As he threw up his sleeves and left there, he couldn't help but say one more thing: "Go and find the man who taught you how to beg!" ”

After this sentence, the little beggar suddenly remembered that if he couldn't get it here, he could go back to the person who ordered him to do it. While that person may be more ferocious, it may at least not be as mean and stingy as the person in front of him.

Wiping his tear-filled eyes, the little beggar found that the wicked man who had just dropped his job had disappeared like a ghost among the pedestrians. Thinking back to the short and thin figure of the wicked man, the little beggar snorted hatefully, and muttered in his heart: Look at that guy is a stingy guy!

Standing up slowly, the little beggar looked at the broken bowl that was broken into slag. There was some reluctance in his heart, but he had no ability to do anything to remedy it, so he could only leave with his mouth flat.

On the way back, full of reluctance but full of strength, the little beggar hoped that the man who had taught him to do so had not left. He still had time to rush back and get something from the man.

At this time, of course, he didn't have any extra thoughts, nor did he have enough vigilance to feel that the wicked man did not go far, and he did not know when he came back, and followed him all the time, to a corner of an alley.

In the densely populated areas of Kyoto, there are many narrow alleys like this formed by the proximity of the two courtyards, but the little beggar is confident that he is coming back from the wrong location, and he is familiar with every street corner of this place...... No, he could even pat his chest and say. He knew these corners better than the patrolling soldiers who walked through the streets. The swaggering soldiers used to walk only on the streets, and like him, they often used the corners of the walls to shelter from the wind as a place to rest at night.

But when he returned here, he was extremely sad to find that he seemed to be back a step too late.

The man was long gone, where he had stood. did not leave a little bit of silver as he expected.

Maybe the man had gone out with him just now, and then he saw the scene of the wicked man smashing the bowl, and he thought that he had not done what he was told, which angered the wicked man, so he was also annoyed and left without a reward.

I imagined this scene in my mind. The more the little beggar thought about it, the more sad he became, and he shouted "Hey" into the empty alley, but the response was only a faint and short echo, and it was not long before the last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished, and he finally began to cry again.

Rong Shu followed the little beggar all the way to here, and at this time he was standing outside a wall. Instead of seeing the person he wanted to see in this place, he lowered his eyes and pondered.

He could make out the strange words at the bottom of the bowl, and he knew what those characters meant, but it was this that puzzled him.

Why should the plan be cancelled at short notice?

When he was only six hours away from the planned action, he suddenly received an order to cancel the plan. This had to make him doubt the authenticity of this order. So he followed the little beggar here, just to meet the person in person, and he had to ask this person face to face to dispel his concerns.

But this hair probably predicted that he would do it in advance, so he didn't give him this chance.

Just as Rong Shu hesitated and waited for a moment, and was about to leave, he suddenly heard the little beggar crying loudly and suddenly scolded loudly: "Even beggars are deceived, you wicked person, sooner or later you will be punished!" ”

Hearing the word "retribution", Rongshu smiled silently.

He lived a tortuous life for twenty-six years, often in a situation where he worked too much and got less, and the last thing he believed in was a providence.

He has reason to believe that only when people are weak or desperate will they pious their wishes on the will of God, but the wishes of the weak and desperate are often as illusory as the will of heaven, and it is difficult to achieve reality. However, no matter what people ask of God, Providence never seems to respond, so people often think that Providence has acquiesced and has an expectation in their hearts rather than no hope at all.

But Rongshu has worked hard for many years, and he will only be more determined to believe that whether it is life or survival, the most reliable is still in his own hands. Whether it's creating wealth for yourself or giving to others, it always feels deeper to do it yourself.

At the moment before leaving this place, Rong Shu finally left a trace of pity for the little beggar, took out a small coin string made of ten copper coins from the money bag, raised his hand and threw it high.

The string of money flies very high, so when it falls from the air and falls right in the middle of the alley, it is difficult for the people in the alley to tell which direction it was thrown from.

The little beggar picked up the string of money that fell at his feet with a crisp sound, and his tear-misty eyes couldn't help but freeze, and he thought that he was crying badly, and a phantom appeared in front of him. And when he wiped away his tears and identified the ten strings of money again, his tear-stained face suddenly burst into a happy smile again, and said in a strange voice with a slight cry: "Ha, it turns out that God will really drop money, and the matter of pie falling from the sky is not unexistent." ”

Just as he was about to pray for Providence to smash him with this kind of money a few more times, he heard a voice coming from an unknown direction: "If you do something like this today in the future, I will kill you." ”

This cold and phantom voice was handed over from afar by Rong Shu. It was directly handed into the ear hole of the little beggar without leaking, stabbing his heart and his body trembling.

When the fear that seemed to sprout and spread from his heart gradually faded, the little beggar suddenly screamed. Tightening the string of money in his hand, he ran out of the alley as if he had been bitten by a vicious dog.

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Half an hour ago, the masked woman who had escaped from another dark alleyway had dressed herself up as a girl selling eggs, carrying a bamboo basket covered with a piece of broken cloth on a blue background, and she had not stopped all the way, and none of the eggs were sold.

She didn't come out to buy eggs.

She soon came to the gate of a small house, and only glanced at the two janitorial servants who were guarding the door, who immediately recognized her. He immediately bowed slightly, spread his right hand flat, and made a "please" meaning.

She strode in without hesitation.

In the main hall of the main house of the small house sat a woman of about thirty years of age, whose black hair was meticulously combed and tightly arranged at the back of her head, which proved that she was married. But her face was still beautiful. The pupils are black and white, there is no wrinkle at the corners of the eyes, and the skin on the face is as delicate as a girl, which is even more vivid against the background of exquisite makeup.

But her spirit was obviously a little tense at the moment, so she sat very upright. There were four maids standing beside her, but she did not call one of them to pinch her shoulders and beat her legs. Even the misty spring tip in her hand. She only took a sip when she was handed it by the servant, and then she held it in her hand all the time.

Her sleek nails were delicately smeared with brightly colored flower oil, which was supposed to add a little brightness to her hands, but at this moment, these pair of ten fingers seemed to be able to cut the white porcelain tea cup out of blood.

Looking at the young girl who knelt in front of her feet and wrapped a piece of floral cloth with a blue background around her head, and listened patiently to her finish the matter, a wave of anger rose in the eyes of the noble lady, who was accustomed to showing suppleness.

The lady suddenly slapped the teacup in her hand on the table beside her. Regardless of Sven's identity, he slapped the tea in the cup more than half a foot high, and a few drops even splashed on the fair and delicate skin of one side of her cheek. The four maids standing behind them were all shocked, as if the tea was forcibly held on their hearts by their own masters.

After a few moments, the four of them were stunned, and one of them was the first to come to his senses. Noticing that the table was full of water stains, and some drops had been splashed on the master's face, the maid said softly, "Master, the slave maid serves you to clean your face." As she spoke, she removed the gentle silk handkerchief from her waist that had been steamed with flowers and spices, and raised her fingers to wipe the little water stains from the noblewoman's face.

Unexpectedly, her hand holding the silk handkerchief was only halfway stretched out, and she was swept back by a noble lady's backhand.

"Stay on the side!" She was finally able to hold some self-cultivation foundations, and she didn't say the rolling word directly. After a slight pause, she immediately snorted: "You guys, all go and stay aside!" ”

"Yes..."

The four maids standing behind the noble lady looked at them with expressions of worry for their masters, but who knew what they actually thought, and they were afraid to avoid them.

The sound in the house was loud enough that the two guards standing at the door could of course hear it, and they immediately retreated away on their own and went to the front yard to wait. The people inside and outside the house were scattered, except for the noble lady and the woman with the cloth on her head.

The noble lady sat on the chair, and because of her anger, her breath was already confused, and her chest could not stop rising and falling, and it seemed that she could not sit still.

The woman kneeling at her feet lowered her head, and when she went out today, she caused a lot of trouble, not only delaying the time to come back for nearly an hour, but also making the master wait for so long in this humble courtyard, and almost exposing Xingzang! She had no intention of getting up until she received the pardon.

After gasping for a while in silence and annoyance, the noble lady calmed down some of the flames burning in her heart a little, looked at the woman kneeling at her feet, and said with a lingering trace of hatred in her voice: "I didn't expect that there would be such a day when you would change the words of this palace without the permission of this palace." Qingxia, you have disappointed this palace too much! Do you know that by doing this, this has made Hongu's heart ache more than anger. ”

The palace people who have served Concubine De know that Concubine De has two palace maids who are more relied on. These two palace maids are almost close to each other, and they are favored by Concubine De and no one else can replace them. As for the reason why Concubine De treated these two people so differently, the old lady in the palace, who knew more well, knew very well that they were indeed irreplaceable. Because one of the two of them walked in the palace for Concubine De, and the other was a pair of eyes that Concubine De placed outside the palace.

To be more precise, compared with Cuichun, the personal maid in the main palace, Concubine De should rely more on the Qingxia who walked outside the palace. Not for anything else, it seems that because Concubine De is holding something outside the palace, it is inconvenient for her to handle it directly, and in the distance between the palace and the outside of the palace, it is all up to this person to stabilize the long line.

Concubine De is the noble lady sitting in a private house in front of her, who is angry and has a broken demeanor.

And the young woman kneeling at her feet, motionless like a stone sculpture, was that Qingxia.

Three years ago, Qingxia was appointed by Concubine De. Leaving the palace, he tracked someone's whereabouts and chased him to the Northland, thousands of miles away.

She was delayed there for nearly three years, during which time she rarely communicated with Kyoto. Even in the third year. She had a period of six months when she was not heard from at all. However, Concubine De, who lived in the deep palace, did not slow down her trust in her at all, and when she figured out that she might be in big trouble, she sent someone to find a response.

Concubine De said to this personally: Even if the body is found, it must be transported back for burial.

The result of the search was, of course, that after all kinds of difficulties and dangers, Qingxia was finally rescued alive from there, and Concubine De paid another girl who had been trained for many years to go in.

But what Concubine De never expected was that she had spent a lot of money to rescue Qingxia, and she had just come back. He did something against her, which made her shocked and angry.

Is it true that if a person is put out of control for too long, this person will inevitably lose some things that should be kept, but instead increase some thoughts that should not be there?

Concubine De thought so in her heart, looking at the woman in front of her who was kneeling with her head down, but her shoulders were obviously much thinner than before. She felt a little pity in her heart, knowing that this girl she had personally cultivated from a child to such a big girl had suffered a lot in the three years she had gone to the north, but she had a lingering suspicion in her heart, and she bit bit at this pity.

She suddenly felt itching in her heart. He coughed.

Hearing Concubine De's cough, the kneeling Qing Xia suddenly raised her head, a trace of worry from the bottom of her heart appeared in her eyes, and she said with some anxiety: "Master, if you are angry, sprinkle it on Qing Xia, let you fight, kick a few feet, just don't be angry with your own body!" ”

Concubine De couldn't help but be moved when she heard this, and for a while she felt that the servant in front of her, who had just returned after being away for three years, had not changed, but she was too careful. Somehow, the strange itch in her heart worsened, and the cough increased again.

Qing Xia looked at this scene, and her heart was even more anxious. Compared to the Cui Chun who walked in the palace, Qingxia is a person whose mouth is not decorated with oily decorations, and she is only good at taking practical actions.

So as soon as she gritted her teeth, she suddenly raised her hand and pulled it her cheek!

"Smack!"

Although Qing Xia's slap was slapped on his face, he didn't have half of the force, and he only took it stiffly.

She followed someone to the Northlands, where she spent three years in that rough and rough place, and endured a lot of hardships. I was finally picked up about a month ago, and now I am much thinner than when I went three years ago, and my already not plump body is even more rugged.

Her already narrow cheeks were as if another layer had been cut off by a knife, and her cheekbones were a little protruding. Although she also ate a lot of nourishing food after coming back and raised her well for more than half a month, she still didn't see any more meat on her body, and she still had a body like dry wood. People who saw her three years ago can't help but feel frightened when they look at her now.

The palm of the hand, which was also so thin that the bones protruded, slapped on such a thin face with almost only one skin left, and a bright red palm print quickly seeped out of the skin of Qing Xia's side face, which made people feel a little sad to look at.

"What are you doing here?" Looking at the woman kneeling in front of her feet slapping herself, Concubine De was also slightly surprised. After being stunned for a moment, she waved her hand lightly and said, "You get up." Since you are my person, you should not hurt yourself so lightly in the future. ”

Hearing the master's words of forgiveness, Qingxia didn't immediately get up according to the words, she hesitated a little, the master's love turned too quickly, and this forgiveness came a little suddenly.

Noticing her expression, Concubine De raised her eyebrows condescendingly and said, "Do you still need to wait for the palace to help you up?" ”

Qing Xia finally got rid of the suspicion in her heart and stood up according to her words. Her legs were a little paralyzed because she had been kneeling for a long time, and when she just stood up, her body couldn't stop staggering.

Concubine De's corner of her eyes also noticed this detail, and after being silent for a while, she ordered again: "You can find a place to sit down by yourself." ”