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.

Accustomed to the breeze, he lifted the plain hem of the person in front of him, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, the black and soft cloud hair is like a butterfly flying one by one, and the shadow is more than enough in the orange light and shadow.

The slender and thin body seems to be swept away by a gust of wind, but it is firm as silk, although soft but tough. The cold and glamorous face is sometimes beautiful and fairy, and sometimes it is charming. Such a young lady is awe-inspiring but distressing.

The thin figure of the dyeing painting stood still in front of the stone table, sat down with his sleeves brushed, and a withered yellow bamboo leaf swirled gracefully, fluttering and sprinkling, accurately falling on the white fingertips of the dyeing painting. Looking at the light lines of the dead leaves, the brilliant eyes can't lower the waves.

The heart is stacked like a thousand mountains, heavy and grand. A thorny road with overlapping emotions and emotions seems to have walked a lifetime.

Time flowed quietly in his ears, and neither of the master nor the servant spoke.

After a long time, the dyeing party said lightly: "What do you have to say?" The voice was cold and lonely.

Lian Rui's heart was stunned, her eyes were full of horror, today's young lady was so indifferent that it made people panic.

"Miss," said Rei, tentatively.

"Say it." Dye Hua lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and did not glance at the little maid on the side from beginning to end.

"Madame, I sent two maids over to serve the young lady. If the young lady doesn't like it, the slave will send them away. Rei Rui looked panicked.

The corners of the lips that dyed and painted beautifully hooked up a stunning smile: "Silly girl, I don't dislike it." ”

Sighing lightly, "How long have you been with me?" ”

"The slave has been with the young lady for six years." Although I don't know why my young lady asked like this, I still answered truthfully.

"Remember, from now on, you will no longer call yourself a slave before me. I don't like it. ”

Pian Rui was stunned for a moment, and half of the voice was reflected, but her face was already full of tears, and her voice choked up: "Miss," this voice was full of gratitude.

Dye Hua chuckled, "How old are you, and you're still like a child." Those two maids, if you like them, keep them. But ......" said this, the woman's eyes lit up, and her voice changed: "Don't take it as an example, you have to remember that there are too many poor people in this world, and we are not saviors." Heaven is fair, what is given to everyone is two feet and two hands, and whatever you want, you will create it with your own hands. ”

"Slave, Mercy got it." After all, after calling Miss for five or six years, some habits can not be changed if they are changed.

Dye Hua nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "In this land of wolves, tigers and leopards, you must not take it lightly. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and some people, she gives you some benefits, just to get greater benefits from you. ”

Dye Hua stared at the little girl in front of him with deep eyes, and the dark light flowed in his eyes.

She is also a smart person, and she can hear the meaning of her young lady's words. Immediately nodded as if tinkering, and replied in a loud voice: "The slave understands." "I spit out the words too quickly, and suddenly forgot the warning of my own lady.

Dye raised an eyebrow, "Hmm." ”

"I don't dare." After speaking, don't forget to spit out your pink tongue.

Looking at the sky, the woman smiled lightly: "It's not early, let's go back." ”

As he spoke, he walked out, the bamboo leaves on both sides rustled in the evening breeze, and the thin figures of dyed paintings gradually drifted away. Until it disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest, a black shadow appeared like a ghost beside the stone table where Dye Hua had just been, and his slender body stood still in place, unmoving, his eyes as deep as a dark and bottomless abyss, staring at the winding and winding path, as if staring at something?

I don't know how long later, a low male voice suddenly sounded in the air: "Master, let's go, otherwise that person will ......"

The man's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, reluctantly retracted his gaze, and said, "You stay, protect her well." ”

"Subordinates obey."

"Is there any news of him?" The man asked, frowning.

"Master Qiqi, the brothers found him on the outskirts of the city yesterday, but ......" said this, and the voice suddenly stopped. There seemed to be a low sigh in the evening breeze.

The man's deep eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and he spoke for a long time: "Calm down his family." After speaking, the man's slender figure disappeared in place as it came.

The deep forest returned to its former silence, and the evening breeze swept the fallen leaves, lingering in the air, and slowly falling in reluctance.

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