132 Secret meeting to enjoy the spring garden
The fiery red sun finally broke free from the shackles of clouds and fog, and floated to the sky, proud of the world. The dew accumulated in the early morning shines in the sunlight, like a clear treasure, which is precious.
It's a good day. Anyone who sees such weather will be full of joy.
However, in the Spring Garden, it is completely different.
This is the garden where Princess Changle took refuge in the summer, and a large area of ditches was dug and filled with water. The pond is connected to the moat, and it is not like a pool of stagnant water on a bystander's house that is lifeless. The water in the pond is alive, and although it flows slowly, it lasts for a long time.
Because of this, the surface of the pond is covered with a layer of white forest mist all year round. The cool mist was blown by the breeze, covering the courtyard with flowers, and making everything look like a blurred shadow.
But, in any case, the scenery here is one of the best in the entire Yanjing City.
However, the sudden sound of whistling whips mixed with the sharp sound of breaking the sky suddenly tore apart the tranquility of the Spring Garden. The palace people lowered their heads, and they were silent for half a minute. I didn't dare to look at the main house.
The whip crackled, and mottled flesh was pulled out at once, but the slightest human voice could not be heard. He didn't even hear a groan of pain.
Princess Changle stared, and stood with a shining whip in her hand. The tip of the whip is densely covered with tiny steel needles, and when the whip goes down, the skin and flesh fly up, and it is unbearable to see. The steel needle is pulled out of the flesh and reborn, and every whip goes down is a cycle of life and death. Tossing and turning in pain, unable to survive.
The man who fell to the ground had passed out in pain, and his snow-white middle coat was torn into a broken blood-red color by the iron whip. His hair was stained with flesh and was sticky and messy on his cheeks, covering his countenance. Only the neck of the fiasco was bare, but the Adam's apple could not be seen rolling for a long time.
And the originally gorgeous carpet was stained with dirty blood all over the ground, and there was no trace of pattern in it.
Princess Changle gasped heavily, her face contorted like a terrifying Shura in hell. He gritted a tooth and gurgled and spat hatefully: "Useless thing!" β
As he spoke, he couldn't understand his hatred. He raised his hand and whipped the unconscious man twice.
Suddenly, a slight creaking sound sounded in the room. Princess Changle frowned slightly, staring silently at the corner of the room, the Luohan bed slowly moved to one side, revealing a large dark hole in the ground.
Princess Changle only glanced at it and turned her head. She looked as usual, not the slightest panic at the sudden change in the room. I didn't even blink an eyelid. Obviously, I have been accustomed to this for a long time.
With a snap, the iron whip whistled again. However, the whip was easily dissolved by a large palm.
"Let it go!" Princess Changle raised her eyebrows and glared at the man in the shadows wrapped in a blue satin brocade: "This princess's whip can only be caught by you, a slave?" β
The man in blue hung his head deeply, his long unkempt hair covering his entire face. I could vaguely see the light of my eyes shining through the gaps in my hair, but my eyes were dull. The man remained in one position at all times, not moving.
"Get out!"
Princess Changle shouted angrily, straightened the whip in her hand and took it into her arms. However, despite all her might, the whip never moved even an inch. The man held a whip covered with steel needles in his hand, as if he were holding a soft silk satin, and let the blood dripping from the palm of the steel needle into the flesh, but he did not seem to feel pain. Hold on to it and refuse to let go.
Princess Changle raised her eyebrows and waved her arms again.
"Princess, please let go, why are you tired of yourself?" A feminine voice came from the deep tunnel.
Princess Changle's face changed suddenly, and only then did she loosen the whip in her hand slightly, and saw two people flash in from the tunnel. Without saying a word, he silently dragged away the bloody man on the ground, and there was no trace of emotion like a wood carving clay sculpture.
"Ghost slave, step aside."
The man's body gradually became clear in the bright room. The man in blue dropped his whip and quietly retreated into the burrow.
Princess Changle looked at the man in brocade clothes in front of her, he was sitting on the soft couch in her room, and the lilac soft robe was spread out in all directions, like a blooming flower.
Princess Changle took a breath and said lightly, "What are you doing here?" Look at me jokes? The anger in his tone was clear and undisguised.
"It's been so long and you're still angry?"
"Humph!"
Princess Changle snorted coldly and did not speak, and no longer looked at the graceful man. He only stared at the bright red Kodan on his jade-white fingertips for a moment.
The man's face sank, and his eyes clearly floated with a faint coldness and impatience: "Princess, please don't be willful." β
"I ask you." Princess Changle raised her head and looked directly into the man's eyes: "The emperor ordered me to be grounded, and rejected the will to let Jun Qinglan enter the mansion." Why don't you say half a word? β
"Jun Qinglan is still of great use in keeping him, he is not the same as the people you chose in the past."
"Useful?" Princess Changle sneered: "I heard that you recruited her into a private house that day, and we have been fascinated for a long time, and we have a good conversation. You have never been to your private house, even to this princess. Didn't you fall in love with that little white face? β
The man frowned, and his gloomy eyes were as sharp as a sword. Princess Changle's body trembled, and she was suddenly speechless.
The man slowly withdrew his gaze, and Princess Changle let out a long sigh of relief. Just now, the man glanced at her, and she felt that she was suddenly pressed by a 10,000-pound boulder, and she couldn't move anymore, and she couldn't breathe anymore. It wasn't until he looked away that he felt comfortable.
Even if he is no longer in charge of things as before these years, he is still as terrifying as before.
"You are a princess now, and a princess should be like a princess. Got it? β
Princess Changle hung her head, not daring to argue with him anymore. He opened his mouth lowly, almost pleading: "When she is useless, you are going to hand her over to me to dispose of?" Okay? β
The man hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and his smile was slightly cold: "The princess's order, the slave naturally does not dare to disobey." β
A smile gradually appeared on Princess Changle's face, and she was enchanting in an instant. Walking like a snake, he approached the man on the soft couch.
Outside the house, a dark shadow rushed to the door. But Mama Jin, who rushed out of the oblique stab, blocked the way: "Where is Grandpa Zhou?" β
Mama Jin's voice was not loud, but it was just enough for Zhou Defu to hear it clearly. Zhou Defu took a deep breath when he saw Mama Jin holding her hands under the eaves of the porch, and immediately stopped: "Mama, the slave has an urgent request to see the eldest princess!" β
Mama Jin couldn't see joy or anger on her face, she only raised her hand and nodded casually under the eaves: "Can you see what lights are lit in the yard?" β
When Zhou Defu heard this, he looked at the wind lamp under the corner of the house, and couldn't help but change his complexion: "Yellow light? Thank you for saving your life. β
This was originally in the blue sky and daylight, and the sun was shining everywhere. The light from a lone lamp in the corner of the house was originally inconspicuous, but it made Zhou Defu look like a great enemy, and he didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
There is an unwritten rule in Princess Changle's Mansion. If the spring garden is lit with yellow lights, no one is allowed to enter the princess's dormitory. No one knows why, and no one wants to explore why. Because, the people who once inadvertently broke in, by the time they came out, they were already dead.
If it weren't for Mama Jin stopping here today...... Zhou Defu's white and chubby face was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe suddenly gave birth to a lot of emotion and gratitude in his heart. He bowed solemnly to Mama Kim.
Mama Jin stood upright and accepted his salute: "What happened, can you actually make Father-in-law Zhou panic, so reckless?" β
"A man has just died in the dark camp, and the slave has come to ask the princess to show me."
Mama Jin frowned slightly: "Which battalion?" So careless! β
"White Camp." Zhou Defu's voice and attitude were filled with indescribable respect. This kind of respect is not just because of the life-saving grace just now, but because Mama Jin's status in the princess's mansion is different from everyone else. is so special that she is obviously a slave, but it seems that even Princess Changle is quite in awe of her.
Zhou Defu didn't know what the reason for this specialness was, and he never thought to explore it. Since the master is in awe of her, let alone a subordinate?
"Huh." Mama Jin smiled lightly and loosened her taut lip line a little. said indifferently: "The people of the white camp are dead when they die, just throw them away." Do you also need to worry about the princess? β
Zhou Defu swallowed his saliva: "It's ...... who died this time The man's retinue. β
When Mama Jin heard this, she immediately tightened her eyebrows. After a long time, a trace of cruelty flashed on his face: "Who asked you to provoke that person!" β
Her voice was cold and sharp, like a sharp dagger, and she stabbed into Zhou Defu's heart at once.
Zhou Defu's face instantly turned white, his body trembled, his eyes were terrified, and even his voice trembled.
"It's the minions' negligence, it's all the minions' fault. A guy in the black camp didn't know whether he wanted to get involved with that person, and his long entourage was also dead-eyed, and he insisted on protecting it desperately, so that the people in the black camp couldn't beat him clearly. By the time the servant got the letter and rushed away, his retinue had already died. β
Mama Jin didn't speak for a long time, and she muttered for a long time before she spoke: "What is that person's reaction?" β
"He didn't say anything."
"It's fine." Mama Jin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, glanced at the faintly lit yellow light and turned her head: "It's inconvenient to disturb the princess at this moment, you go to the dark pavilion quickly and execute all the people involved in the black camp in front of that person." Hang the body of the perpetrator on the city tower and expose it to the sun for ten days, and be sure to give him enough face. Let's bury his entourage well. Later, I will tell the princess about this myself. β
Zhou Defu said yes, and quickly went down to do things.
When Zhou Defu was out of sight, Mama Jin slowly turned around. The shrewd and gloomy eyes stared at Princess Changle's bedroom for a moment, but the corners of his lips pulled out a smile of unknown meaning.
This smile is strange and cold. It's a pity that at this time, in this place, no one is destined to be able to see such a smile.