Lord Linglong has a pond.

The pond is not big, there are a lot of lotus flowers planted in it, when the flowers bloom, the pavilion is lovely, quite a view, and the pond water is cool, if it is in the hot summer weather, it is also a good place to sit idle.

However, now at this time, it is natural that there are no lotus flowers, and on the turquoise pond, there are only a few residual lotus floating, which is the sound of rain hitting residual lotuses, which sounds too gloomy.

The sky was overcast, and the stone steps in front of the pavilion were a deep blue, and the moss marks that covered them had been soaked wet by the watery wind.

It's about to rain.

Cheng Yuanniang carried the hem of her skirt and carefully stepped down the green steps step by step, the west wind blowing the sleeves and blowing through the thin autumn clothes.

In fact, she could have thrown the note away and not come to this appointment. She thought.

After all, she and Miss Nawei had never spoken a word at all, and they weren't even acquaintances, so the note might not have been left for her.

But she still came, and she didn't even have time to think about it, and as soon as she saw the note, she rushed over, and opened all the maids.

"It's a decent approach. There are a number of less dignified ways to do it, so would you like to give it a try?"

In a trance, the cold single line seemed to sound in her ears again, Cheng Yuanniang subconsciously paused and slowly turned around.

The empty water pavilion was empty, only the cold wind blew through the bare stone bench, and passed through her skirt, leaving no trace.

Cheng Yuanniang was in a trance again, wondering if she had a nightmare, however, the vague pain in her knees and elbows reminded her at all times:

She didn't dream.

The woman who called Wei Shu asked her to meet her in the Linglong Pavilion, and threatened her face to face with might, force, and absolute and unshakable strength, and even made it clear that if she was disobedient, then she would "only eat and drink on the couch for the rest of her life".

That's a crude statement.

But underneath the vulgarity, there is a terrifying horror.

Cheng Yuanniang's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and on this empty flower pavilion, her heart was colder than her body.

It wasn't until this moment that she finally realized what she was facing.

It's killing intent.

Intense, close, no more than a stone's throw away from her.

She believed that if she had the slightest strange thought, or the slightest hesitation, she would never be able to step down the stone steps with her own feet and step on the ground again.

She would really be like the goddess said, on the bed, and die like this.

"Do it yourself."

These were the last words Cheng Yuanniang heard before she noticed the breeze.

Then, as if her knees and elbows had been brushed by something hard and warm, the pain was so dull that she almost didn't fall.

Now she knew that it was the price she had paid before.

The injuries she inflicted on Cheng Yuejiao through her grandmother's hand were returned to herself at this moment.

And deep in her heart, she still had a trace of happiness, glad that the other party only returned it as it was, not ten times or even a hundred times.

Even though the other party has the ability to do this, he has never done so, and the reason is-

It's a decent way.

And Cheng Yuanniang must also accept such decency, because the consequences beyond this are by no means something she can bear.

She pinched the corners of her skirt and pursed her lips tightly, but she couldn't stop the "Gege" sound of her teeth interlocking.

The voice was soft, and only she could hear it.

She knew she had escaped.

Although she was so cold that she could hardly breathe, let alone speak, the man surnamed Wei seemed to see and expected that she would be obedient and would do everything he could to save everything, so he drifted away.

Cheng Yuanniang will naturally fulfill her promise, and naturally wants to live with all her beards and tails, instead of becoming a walking corpse.

"Girl, girl."

Suddenly, a familiar call came from afar, and it was hard

pulled back Cheng Yuanniang's thoughts.

She seemed to wake up suddenly, subconsciously straightened her back, changed her face, and reached out to rub her cheeks a few times to make her face less ugly.

After a few breaths, a figure came from the end of the path, but it was a lotus picker who had been carried away.

Cheng Yuanniang ordered her to go back to the house to pick up the books, and she also deliberately picked the books in the corner of the bookshelf to delay some time.

At this moment, Cai Lian was holding a soft bag in her hand, and inside was a thick stack of books, the weight was quite light, and the corners of her forehead were already sweating.

"You don't have to be so busy, it's still early." Cheng Yuanniang dusted off the corners of her skirt, and Xu Bu greeted her, her voice as soothing as usual.

Cai Lian hurriedly walked a few steps and said with a smile, "Girl, are you in a hurry?"

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Yuanniang said briefly, and immediately pursed her lips.

Cai Lian glanced at her twice, and gradually smiled, carefully followed the side, and after taking a few steps forward, she couldn't hold back, and said softly:

"It's still quite cold in the wind, and the girl should have put the cloak out, and blamed the maid for not going back to get it first."

She blamed herself and looked up at her master.

Cheng Yuanniang didn't know whether she heard it or not, her eyes looked straight ahead, and she walked forward silently without saying a word.

Although Cailian is a first-class maid who has just been raised, her clever energy is no worse than stepping on snow, and when she sees this situation, she also closed her mouth knowingly, and only took two steps into the limelight, blocking some wind for her master.

It wasn't until she turned to the middle road that Cheng Yuanniang, who had never spoken, suddenly stopped and asked Cailian a question:

"Grandmother woke up?"

Cai Lian was stunned.

She just went back to the house to get the book, how did she know about the situation in the Splendid Hall?

However, before she could answer, Cheng Yuanniang suddenly seemed to understand something, and brushed her sleeves and said, "That's it, I'll ask again later."

As she said this, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The surname Wei's words were quite meaningful, and she was thinking and figuring out repeatedly along the way, and faintly realized one thing: qδ.net

Feng Lao'an's sudden "illness" does not seem to be a coincidence.

In the final analysis, the root cause of Cheng Yuejiao's punishment is still in Mrs. Feng. It is precisely because the old lady is dissatisfied with the second room that she will listen to those instigations in her heart and then put them into action.

Now, this root cause has been broken, at least today, Cheng Yuejiao doesn't need to be punished anymore.

Cheng Yuanniang's heart jumped suddenly, and an inexplicable chill instantly penetrated the bone marrow.

"Girl, but the wind? Is it cold or not?"

Cai Lian had already noticed that something was wrong with her master, and at this time, she saw that Yuan Niang's face was pale, thinking that she was just frozen, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and at the same time felt strange in her heart.

Cheng Yuanniang has always been quiet, just like those scholars outside, who only love to read and write, but now she seems to have lost her soul, and she doesn't know what happened.

She didn't dare to ask deeply, only what she could say.