Chapter 7 Life is like grass

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The surrounding minions knelt on the ground, Xiao Siyu slammed the stove in his hand out, stood up and snorted coldly: "Dead minion, the noise gives me a headache!" Put people in the firewood room, and don't lose their breath! ”

With that, he brushed his robe and entered the dormitory.

"Yes!"

With his order, the guards did not dare to slack off, did not continue to torture, and dragged the dying Jiang Xi to the direction of the firewood room. Along the way, you can see the bloodstains of Senran, and the maid eunuchs who pass by are panicked.

Tonight, the entire mansion was silent, revealing an indescribable weirdness everywhere.

Jiang Xi fainted after being thrown into the firewood room, and when he woke up, he only felt a hot pain all over his body, and it hurt so much when he turned over. She lay on the grass, buried her face in the crook of her arm, and before entering the palace, her younger brother Jiang Chao also told her that the palace heard that it was very dangerous, and many people had not returned. She only laughed at him at the time for hearing that Mr. Storyteller made it up, but now it has come true.

Thinking of his younger brother, Jiang Xi gritted his teeth and insisted, he couldn't die!

As long as you get through, everything will be fine.

She was locked up in the firewood room for a few days, and she shouldn't have eaten, Xiao Siyu only ordered water. Blue Sleeves felt guilty and gave the guards who were guarding him some silver, so that Jiang Xi could barely eat something. Jiang Xi actually heard the voice of the blue sleeves once in her sleep, she leaned against the gap in the chai door, and said very softly: I'm sorry.

On the third day, at nightfall, Jiang Xi heard a nightingale cry as soon as he closed his eyes, and then there were footsteps approaching this side. The chains on the door were untied a few times, and the man who was called the deaf pigeon could not help but carry her and go out.

Jiang Xi weakly let him carry it around, and finally threw it on the ground.

"Stupid minion."

Xiao Siyu's voice was like a nightmare, she raised her head suddenly, and her heart turned a thousand times, thinking about whether she would be forced to confess and be punished again? But he pointed to the distance, "Look, I have avenged you." ”

She looked in the direction that Xiao Siyu was pointing and found that the sky was snowing, and the frost white on the ground contrasted with the blood in the center of the courtyard. The shopkeeper of the pharmacy was already in a different place, and next to the head, there was a blue sleeve with blood from his mouth and nose. She was motionless, her eyes widened, and her mouth was open as if she had been tortured very cruelly.

Jiang Xi sat on the ground, trembling with fear.

"She had unclean hands and feet and stole the contents of the house. and disloyalty, unrighteousness, betrayal of the master, framing others, deserve to die. Xiao Siyu said it lightly, and human life was like a straw fluttering in his mouth, trampled at will. Jiang Xi's eyes rose to the top, and found a plate of pastries in front of him, Xiao Siyu hooked her lips, like coaxing a pet to soothe: "Huaihua cake, fragrant and sweet." ”

She looked at this plate of pastries, she no longer had the appetite she had in the past, she only felt nauseous and retching, and it was difficult to refute Xiao Siyu's face, so she had to grab a piece and stuff it into her mouth.

It's not sweet, it's bitter, and the more you chew, the more bitter it becomes.

She couldn't restrain herself, and she began to cry from the beginning to the end. Even she didn't know if she was crying that she was finally proven innocent, or crying for Blue Sleeves, and she felt that she might never be able to escape this terrifying East Palace.

She was very afraid of death, she was very afraid, and now she has been closed by the ghost gate, and she only feels that the whole world is extremely sinister. His own life is in the hands of this uncertain man at any time.

Xiao Siyu's rare good temper allowed her to cry, patted her head, and said, "Follow me into the palace tomorrow." ”