"Painting, Benxiang won't do anything to you now, but the people around you, Benxiang doesn't dare to guarantee whether she can survive safe and sound in the Prime Minister's Mansion." Shui Xuanyi said with a mysterious smile on his face, the anger in his eyes had long disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a faint smugness.

Hearing this, Dye Hua was stunned in his heart, his brilliant eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were low and cold, he couldn't imagine that Shui Xuanyi was so shameless that he would use pity to blackmail her. No matter how powerful the general is, if he has no warriors under his command, he will achieve nothing.

Shui Xuanyi can climb from a six-rank civil official to today's throne above 10,000 people under one person in just 20 years, which must not be a good type.

As the old saying goes: One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. Why is this not the case in officialdom, the golden title of prime minister, I don't know how many people's bones are used to create this 'legend'.

She believed that the majestic man in front of her would not be soft on her.

Pirui is her only concern and warmth in this strange time and space, and she doesn't dare to bet because she can't afford it.

In this prime minister's mansion where there are murderous opportunities everywhere, she can only act at the opportunity and act step by step. Now that she is not as strong as her opponent, she must know how to avoid its edge.

However, since he dared to threaten her like this, he had to be ready to die, and he didn't believe that under her conspiracy and Yang scheme, Yin would not kill him.

"That's all the Prime Minister's tricks? Looks like I'm overestimating you. Dye Hua smiled arrogantly, her beautiful eyes were as cold as the ice and snow in March, and no matter how beautiful the delicate sun was, she couldn't melt the ice under her eyes.

Hearing this, Shui Xuanyi was not annoyed, but just took a deep look at the woman's cold little face, and left a sentence: "Tomorrow's family banquet, remember, don't play any tricks on the old man, otherwise, the old man will never be soft." ”

Leave this strong warning, and immediately flick your sleeves and leave.

After Shui Xuanyi left, two cold-faced guards came in, rolled up a worn-out straw mat, and carried the corpse in the courtyard away.

A slave, no matter how glorious and favored he is in front of him, he will not be able to escape the fate of a straw mat after death.

The master and servant of the dyeing and painting tidied up the things in the new home, looked at the bejeweled master bedroom, and frowned faintly, thinking that this might have been the courtyard where a favored aunt lived.

In the midst of her bewildered gaze, Dye Hua set the bedroom in a side room next to the master bedroom.

To the delight of the master and servant of the dyeing and painting department, there was an independent small kitchen at the back of the dyeing and painting institute, which had everything in it. The master and servant made a table of home-cooked dishes, the dishes were fresh and moist, and just looking at them made people have a great appetite. Just as he was about to pick up the chopsticks, at this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, and the person who came stopped in the courtyard.

Lian Rui looked at her own young lady with a puzzled face, and saw that her young lady was enjoying the food very comfortably, and she had no intention of digging into it at all. Lian Rui suddenly put down the chopsticks in her hand and said weakly: "Miss, the slave maid goes out to have a look." With that, he walked out the door.

Dye and draw her eyebrows, her long eyelashes cover the thoughts under her eyes, and her lips can be vaguely seen hooking a trace of arc that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

When Lian Rui came to the courtyard, she saw two little maids in Tsing Yi standing quietly in the courtyard, with a hesitant look on her little face.

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, Lian Rui asked indifferently, "Who are you?" ”

Hearing this, the two hurriedly bowed and said, "Poria and timbre have seen Sister Rui." ”

Rui, who has suffered the pity of the world's eyes, has ever seen someone call her 'Sister Rui' so respectfully, and immediately warmed her heart, and said with a smile: "Two sisters don't need to be polite, just say anything about it." ”

"Sister doesn't know, our sisters have been in the house for four years, and from the time they entered the house to the present, they have been working as errands in the Huanyi Courtyard." Speaking of this, Poria paused, raised her eyes and glanced at the smiling Pian Rui in front of her, Fang continued: "Today, Madame suddenly sent someone over to spread the word, saying that the fifth miss still needs two maids to serve, so she asked our sisters to come here to serve the fifth miss. After saying that, the two immediately looked at Lian Rui with a worried face. The begging in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

When she heard that it was someone sent by the Prime Minister's wife, she immediately frowned. sneered in her heart, the prime minister's wife is afraid that she can't wait for the young lady to die, how can she be so kind, there must be a demon when things go wrong.

Secretly looked at the two of them, but seeing that the two of them looked calm and did not see a trace of discoloration, Lian Rui hesitated and said, "You wait here first, I'll ask Miss." ”

"I also hope that Sister Rui will say a few more kind words for our sisters in front of Miss Five, and Poria is grateful." Poria was about to kneel down as she spoke.

Lian Rui hurriedly spoke: "Okay, don't do this, I'll help you." Although Lian Rui was dissatisfied, she also sympathized with them from the bottom of her heart, and she knew the sadness and helplessness of the slaves and slaves.

Listening to the footsteps gradually walking in, Dye Hua gently put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his lower lip elegantly, glanced at the somewhat thin figure, and said coldly: "Go out with me." The voice was small, but it was full of unmistakable momentum.

"Yes, miss."

The Dyeing and Painting Institute is located in the northernmost part of the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's House, and behind the courtyard is a lush bamboo plant, and the forest is full of various shade-loving flowers and plants. Several goose warm stone paths meander in the meantime, criss-crossed, deep in the bamboo, a marble polished stone table, standing quietly.