Chapter 169: Pushing Her to the Top. 3

A beautiful woman in a water-blue floral dress slapped a little eunuch kneeling on the ground, and she was furious.

On the round table beside her, there was also a guqin.

On the ground was the tea bowl that the little eunuch brought just now but accidentally broke it, and the tea spilled on the ground, and the little eunuch was slapped and knelt on the pieces of the tea bowl.

The knee was punctured by splinters, and the blood that flowed out soaked the ground.

In the face of the woman's scolding, he didn't dare to complain in the slightest.

Yaoxi stood a few steps forward and asked Pei Rong, "Who is this?" The fire is so big!! ”

"Who else could it be? In this courtyard, she has the biggest temper, the Huanxiang girl who plays the guqin. There was some disdain in Pei Rong's tone, but more than that, it was fear.

This ring of incense has a fiery temper and snobbish eyes, and everyone in this courtyard is well known.

"Doesn't the musicians all live in the North Courtyard, why does she live here?" Yaoxi looked, Huanxiang had a good appearance, exquisite makeup, exquisite clothes, and was a decent person.

Pei Rong sat at the table and took a sip of tea, explaining to Yaoxi and them: "Huanxiang is a master who is not easy to wait, relying on himself to be a piano player in the band, so he was arrogant and arrogant, and accidentally angered Miss Yuyan of Pipa Sign Language, Miss Yu Yan is Liu Shangyi's sister, no, she was kicked out of the North Courtyard and came to our West Garden." ”

Yaoxi understood: "It turned out to be caused by struggle. ”

Tricks and tricks are happening all the time in this palace, and those who win are infinitely beautiful, and those who lose will naturally end up in a fiasco.

"That's it." Pei Rong said disdainfully: "She deserves it." ”

"That little eunuch is so pitiful." Tilting didn't pay any attention to the struggle of the Raushzi, and all he saw was the poor little eunuch kneeling on the ground.

At most, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a thin body and so much blood, how long can it last?

Pei Rong said disappreciatively: "So what? He was assigned to Huanxiang because his life was not good, and he was beaten every day. ”

Huanxiang vented all her dissatisfaction on the minions around her.

It's either scolding or beating.

However, Huanxiang is a musician, and this room is full of subordinates, who dares to say anything?

They were all secretly glad that they were not assigned to Huanxiang's house by Wang Sile to wait.

"Oh, let's hurry to the temple and get everything ready for the girls who are playing music." Pei Rong seemed to remember something, and hurriedly put down the tea bowl, pulled the tilt and walked out the door.

Qiu Yinong and Yaoxi hurriedly followed.

When I arrived at the door, I saw Huanxiang and the palace maid also went out, the palace maid was holding the guqin on the table just now, and the little eunuch was still kneeling on the ground, frightened and helpless.

Qiu Yinong thought about it for a while, and whispered a few words in Yaoxi's ear.

"The slave knows, so let's do it."

With that, he turned around and went back to the house.

Qiu Yinong glanced at the little eunuch, turned around and followed Pei Rong's footsteps and left.

The temple is in the center of the whole palace, has the characteristics of standing in the beautiful place of heaven and earth, a large open space, a magnificent hall is pulled up on the ground, the momentum is immense, the eaves of the corridor are reversed, and the hundred-level jade steps extend to the main hall.

The daytime festival has ended, and the royal celebration will begin.

Night has fallen, and the holy temple standing between heaven and earth is still standing after countless baptisms of wind and rain.

She felt a pain in her heart, the temple was still there, and the Zhao Kingdom had been destroyed.

And what is enshrined in this holy temple is no longer the ancestors of the Zhao Kingdom, it has been split into a temple for the celebration of the heavens, and those ancestral tablets have all been turned into ashes.