Jiaofang Palace, I have been away for more than a month, and I thought I would never come back. Now, standing in this palace, it feels like a lifetime ago.
The maids and eunuchs were all busy, and before she could express any emotion, she was ordered to put the vase in her hand on the shelf.
After putting it away, she took a moment to take a look at the palace that once belonged to her. Everything was the same as before, but now the Jiaofang Palace was almost filled with things being sent one after another.
The flower-centred radishes in the yard are already lush and lush. One month is a short time, but it is also a long time.
Looking at the fancy carrot, she was a little dazed.
"Good luck, Your Highness."
Suddenly, a burst of respectful greetings came to her ears. When she recovered, the eunuchs and maids in the room were already kneeling on the floor.
And he was so close, standing less than three feet in front of her. He had promised to never see her again in this life, but now fate had a hand in it.
"You are so brave, how come you are still standing?"
It was Aunt Yu's stern cold shout. This cold sound also attracted his eyes. When it first fell on her face, there was obvious confusion in the depths of his eyes.
She sneered in her heart, was she dumbfounded when she saw the beauty?
"My slave, please give your regards to His Highness."
Then she knelt down, not wanting to look too abrupt. It was only for this moment anyway, and she left at three o'clock. She didn't want to cause trouble.
It's just that sometimes she doesn't want to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean things won't happen to her.
When the pair of black deerskin boots fell in front of her eyes, she heard an obviously suppressed and excited voice coming from above her head.
"Keep your head up."
She felt sad in her heart. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, she slowly raised her head.
Their eyes met, and the way he looked at her was a little hot.
Mu Yunsang's heart became even more astringent.
It turned out that he was just an ordinary man. He clearly had someone in his heart, but he still wanted to provoke her. She gave up and gave up with the white chess. In the end, he was filled with beauty in his heart, but he could hold it in his eyes.
All women in the world.
She fell in love with such a mean man, and looking at the way he looked at her, she almost wanted to laugh.
"May I have your name?"
he asks.
"Slave—Yingrong."
He casually made up a name, and his eyes fell deeper on her face: "Which palace are you an errand in, why have I never seen you before?"
"This slave is new to the palace."
"How old are you?"
"eighteen."
"Do you have any relatives at home?"
"without!"
Her answer was concise and to the point, and the coldness in her heart gradually began to rise. She could not guarantee that if he asked one more questions, she would stand up and throw away her sleeves.
If this was the purpose of the Demon Lord, to let her know that Beichen Mofeng was just a man who was greedy for beauty, then congratulations to the Demon Lord, he did it.
Now Beichen Mofeng looks so funny in Mu Yunsang's eyes.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
When Xuan Chengyou came in from the outside, he was a little more familiar with the burning in his eyes. He glanced at her calmly, then turned to Xuan Chengyou, and his tone returned to being light and cold.
"when?"
"Outside the palace, something big happened."
Xuan Chengyou's face looked a little solemn, Beichen Mofeng frowned slightly, and looked at Mu Yunsang again before finally following Xuan Chengyou out.
"Farewell to Your Highness."
The group stood up and respectfully saw him off.
But Mu Yunsang's face could no longer hide a wave of coldness.
Beichen Mofeng, she thought she lost to his infatuation. Now, she only feels that it is ironic that she lost.
Night gradually fell, the sun set in the west, and the dusk mist sprinkled layers of orange-red colors in the sky, staining the clouds on the horizon, like spilled rouge.
Standing by the Xuanwu Gate, looking at the daylight that was gradually setting in the west, the Beichen Mofeng in her heart was the same as that sun. Although it was originally obscured by dark clouds, there was still some halo and residual warmth, but now,
It's time for him to finally come to an end, and the Demon Lord's goal has been achieved.
only……
The third quarter of the hour has passed, and the night has become completely dark. The night wind is still a bit cool, and it feels chilly on her body. She hides behind a mountain to take shelter from the wind, and looks at the moonlight. An hour has passed since the appointed time.
Why hasn't he come yet?
What happened?
Or, damn, he played a trick on her and left her alone.
She waited patiently and according to her temper for another hour, and another hour, and another hour.
When the moonlight enveloped the entire land, she finally realized that the devil, this bastard, had really abandoned her.
The night was as cold as water, and she couldn't help but sneeze. At this moment, in her heart, she just wanted to cut the devil into eighteen pieces to relieve her anger.
But now, the top priority is to find a way to get out.
When she came in, she didn't know where he got the badge, so she walked in easily. When she went out, the Xuanwu Gate was heavily guarded, and she didn't even ask him for a badge. Getting out was not easy.
After looking at the high wall, she estimated that even if she could fly over it, how would she avoid the heavily patrolled guards?
"Sneeze!" The night wind was too cold. After standing in the wind vent of Xuanwu Gate for several hours, her body was so cold that it was about to freeze. She sneezed again.
This sneeze alerted the patrolling soldiers.
"who!"
Behind the rockery, her expression tightened. She heard footsteps again and approached cautiously. She thought deeply and walked out of the rockery slowly.
"Slave Yingrong is new here. She got lost when she came out of the East Palace. After walking for a long time, she couldn't find her way back to the East Palace. She's just taking a rest here. She's too tired."
With that timid appearance, coupled with an elegant face that would captivate a country, any man would feel pity for her, and would not hesitate to sacrifice his life for such a person.
Coupled with the palace maid's clothes she was wearing, no one doubted what she said.
If it hadn't been for the time when they were on duty, these guards would have already been rushing to guide her and strike up a conversation with her.
"Are you from the East Palace?"
She nodded slightly, her timid look was like a chicken feather scratching her heart, which made people feel itchy.
"Go to the East Palace from here to the end, turn left, walk a little further, turn right and you are there. You enter the palace. The palace is so big, it is normal to get lost. But if you get lost in the future, please ask someone for help.
Yes, if you continue to wander around like this late at night, if you don't mind, you will probably be treated as an assassin and executed on the spot. Go back, it's so cold, be careful not to catch the wind and cold."
The person who spoke was probably the head of a small group of guards. He looked wretched and looked up and down at Mu Yunsang. However, he did not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, there was a big problem between the palace maids and the guards, and the palace maids were all.
Anyone who is a member of the Emperor and flirts with anyone in secret is a serious crime and must be severely punished.