With an exclamation, Chihiro sat up from the bed in shock, sweating profusely, "It's this dream again!" ”

"Ah Xun, are you dreaming again?" Nanxin came in from outside with a washbasin, "Wipe your face, it's time for you to go on duty for the night." Yesterday, a noble person was infected with a cold, remember to be careful when keeping vigil. ”

Chihiro wiped her face, then looked at the sky outside, starless and moonless, glowing with cold. She carefully put on the cotton shoulders, gathered the placket and took the lantern handed by Nanxin, "Then you can rest." ”

With that, Chihiro went out with the lantern.

As a third-class palace maid, keeping vigil is a chore, especially after the snow, it is so cold that the teeth fight, but you can't leave your post without permission. If something happens to the little master, they will be the first to suffer.

Fortunately, after Chinese New Year's Eve, she will be twenty years old, and she can go out of the palace and go home to live the most ordinary life. This day will be very soon.

Chihiro sat on the steps outside the Glass Pavilion, with the lantern placed beside her.

In the dark night, there were no stars and no moon, and the courtyard that had snowed earlier was a little bright because of the reflection of the snow, but it was still extremely cold. On one side, Xiao Dezi had already leaned against the pillar and squinted and fell asleep, and Chihiro gathered her clothes and didn't dare to sleep.

Ying Guiren was infected with the wind cold, and the two of them on duty at night could not all fall asleep.

With a white mist in her mouth, Chihiro shrank her hand.

Lately, I've always loved to have that dream, which is full of blood and screams, so real that people can't tell the truth from the fake.

There was a sudden exclamation behind him, and Chihiro ran towards the Liuli Pavilion dormitory. The voice was clearly from Ying's nobles, but it was better not to have an accident.

Xiao Dezi was awakened and rushed into the dormitory in three steps and two steps. Chihiro gasped for breath and held the lamp, and Ei Guiren sat on the bed, and the expression on her beautiful face was indescribable, and in Chihiro's opinion, it was a kind of distortion that was extremely frightened.

"Little master? Little Lord? Chihiro called twice, and her eyes became more and more worried.

After a long time, Ying Guigui came back to his senses, and raised his hand to slap Chihiro's face.

Chihiro was slapped to the ground all of a sudden, and the stars were shining in front of her, but she still hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground, "Slave damn it!" ”

Ying Guiren gasped for breath, "Go...... Go and light all the candlesticks in the temple. In the future, the lights are not allowed to be turned off in the glazed pavilion, otherwise the owner will pick your skin. ”

Kneeling back, Chihiro hurriedly lit the candles of the entire Liuli Pavilion, and in an instant, the dormitory was like day.

Ying noble's personal maidservant Qiaoyin, the first-class palace maid of Liuli Pavilion walked in quickly, and without saying a word, she pushed Chihiro away, and the strength almost overthrew Chihiro to the ground.

"Go to the palace road and kneel, and the little master will not be happy." Qiaoyin issued the order on his behalf, and although Chihiro had objections, he thought that he would soon leave the palace and go home, and he could endure everything he could.

"Yes!" Chihiro replied in a low voice.

With a spicy pain on her face, Chihiro knelt on the palace road, and the cold snow made people shiver from the cold.

At dawn, there were gradually more people on the palace road, and they looked at Chihiro kneeling in front of the glass pavilion with sneering eyes. Chihiro has long been accustomed to seeing such a face, and her face is not red and her heart is not beating and she kneels still.

Suddenly there was a hysterical shout from the glass pavilion.

The voice was shrill and piercing, causing Chihiro's brain to explode with a thud.

It's broken, something happened!

Waiting for Qianxun limped into the Liuli Pavilion dormitory, he was stunned like five thunderbolts. The eyes of the noble Ying on the bed were wide open, and the seven holes were bleeding.

With a chuckle in her heart, Chihiro clenched her fists. The little lord was killed, don't talk about leaving the palace now, I'm afraid that it will be a problem whether her life can be saved. What to do?

Outside the glazed pavilion, the sound of horses' hooves resounded throughout the palace.

Chihiro suddenly looked back at the gate.

For the head of the brocade guards to command the envoy - Lou Zhi, a red dress enchanting thousands, the golden silk python robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and dark patterns, behind him a team of flying fish suits, embroidered spring knives of the brocade guards accompanied.

Jinyiwei has the imperial power charter and has the right to cut first and then play. Lou Zhi has the emperor's own eyes, often accompanied by the king, holding life and death. Chihiro didn't dare to raise her head, and knelt there with all the minions of the Liuli Pavilion, "See the commander of the capital." ”

Lou Zhi turned over and dismounted, and the red python robe was blown by the wind.

"Who was on duty last night?" Lou Zhi asked.

Chihiro didn't dare to look up, but she heard Qiaoyin's sharp and trembling voice, "It's Chihiro." ”

Before the words fell, Chihiro felt a cold light fall from the top, and her body trembled slightly, holding her breath.

Qiao Yin continued, "Last night, Chihiro left her post without permission, and the little master punished her, maybe she was angry, so she came back to poison the little master. The slave was knocked unconscious, and when she woke up, the little master ......"

"Where's Chihiro?" His magnetic voice was low and long, and Chihiro gasped as she finally met the slightly narrowed phoenix eyes.

This is a face that is difficult to distinguish between male and female, with long eyebrows and sideburns, big eyes and slanted tails, as beautiful as a fox. The dark black pupils do not have a trace of luster, as if they are from the Nine Hells, and just one glance is enough to eat away at the bones and marrow, making people never overborn.

One look is shocking, and another look is heart-wrenching.