Chapter 243

She wanted to shout, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Feng'er, at last, we will be sisters in the next life!" She whispered softly in her ear, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not see anyone. The place where she saw was scarlet.

Why don't you answer me?

The neck of a tight, throat like to be pinched general pain, she wants to struggle? But can not move, pain! So painful?

Ah --

"are you awake?" Qingfeng breathed rapidly, and her blurred vision slowly recovered to Qingming. She saw a beautiful and gentle young face. The woman's voice was very soft, but she could not hear too much care. She just looked at her quietly. The horrible nightmare made her unable to open her mouth for a long time. After a while, Qingfeng slowly calmed down.

"You are? Who? The hoarse voice made her almost unable to hear what she said. After she opened her mouth, Qingfeng felt the pain in her throat like a fire. She could not even swallow. The suffocating pain came again. Qingfeng's face was pale and he murmured, "water."

"Wait a minute."

Tuckahoe went to the low table outside the screen. Lan Fang, who had been standing far away, stepped forward, pulled her sleeve, and whispered, "tuckahoe, what else do you want to do with her? How could the emperor look at her like this? Maybe I'll be dead soon! " In the morning, when she was sent, she was shocked to uncover the cover. The two deep scars were ferocious and terrible. The ugly people dared to send them to the palace.

Qingfeng gently turned his head and found that there was a younger girl in the room besides the woman. They leaned together and spoke in a low voice. Because she spoke very softly, Qingfeng couldn't hear clearly. He wanted to sit up and found that he was powerless and his head was aching. Lying on his back, Qingfeng secretly observed the room, which was not resplendent. It was just an ordinary hut, but the decoration was exquisite.

Gently pull back the sleeve, tuckahoe calmly poured water, whispered back: "the house arranged us to take care of her, it is our duty." She had a close look at Qingling's appearance. She was proud of her nose and lips. Her skin was as thick as blood. She was really a rare beauty, but her face was ruined.

A little, Lan Fang murmured, "the first of the three Shu, the bright moon, I wonder what a great country it is. I don't think it is."? Ugly! " It took her fifty Liang silver to leave the laundry to serve the famous beauty. She thought it was a good job. If she was favored, she would have some status in the palace. Unexpectedly, it was such a result.

"These things are not our business." With warm water, tuckahoe turned around, and Lanfang snorted, "I don't want to worry!" Then he hurried out of the house.

Qingfeng looked around again. The young girl had already run away. The first woman came to her bed with water.

With the help of the woman, Qingfeng sat up straight. After drinking a glass of water, his throat felt more comfortable. Qingfeng asked warily, "who are you?"

Slightly lower his head, tuckahoe avoided the eyes of Qingfeng, and whispered back, "tuckahoe, the maid, is the maid who takes care of you."

The dress, behavior and words of a woman make her heart uneasy. Even though she has guessed, Qingfeng still asks, "where is it?"

"The palace." Tuckahoe gently spits out two words, but makes Qingfeng shudder all over. "The dome palace?"

"Well."

They have reached the dome! "And my sister?"

Tuckahoe is still slightly low head, calm way back: "maidservant does not know."

This woman named Poria is like wearing a respectful mask. She will not tell her anything. Qingfeng struggles to get out of bed, but her limp body makes her fall to the ground. Tuckahoe quickly pulls Qingfeng's arm and wants to help her up. "Qinggirl, don't move around."

"Let go of me. I want to see Yan Hongtian! " The tyrant who killed her family.

Fu Ling's face turned white and hurriedly said, "girl, you can't call the emperor a name like this. It's no better than that outside the palace." It can be seen that this young girl is a straightforward woman, but in this palace, the most impossible thing to do is to be frank.

Holding on to tuckahoe's shoulder, Qingfeng snapped, "then tell me where is my sister?" Why is she in the palace? If they were sent to the palace together, what about the elder sister? Where's the little sister? Where are they?

The shoulder is pinched by the green maple, facing her eyes blinded by tears. Tuckahoe hesitates for a while, and finally replies: "is your servant really? I don't know. "

It's no use begging her. Qingfeng pushes the tuckahoe away with all his strength, but he has no strength to get up. He can only climb towards the door. Tuckahoe stares at the stubborn woman in front of him. His heart has been frozen by the Imperial Palace, and even a touch of slight admiration comes up. Once again, he helps Qingfeng up. Tuckahoe advises: "green girl, your body is not good, please don't move around." She gave her pulse, her body is extremely weak, the wound on her face is not good, if you catch the cold again, you will be in trouble.

Qingfeng believes that Poria won't tell her the news about her elder sister and younger sister. Naturally, she doesn't pay attention to what she says.

When they pulled together, a low voice came from outside the door, "what are you doing?" A man in his forties, dressed as a father-in-law, entered the house, accompanied by Lanfang, a little palace maid.

Tuckahoe stood up and saluted: "Duke Wang."

Qingfeng looks up at the people. His cold eyes, scattered hair and ferocious scar all make Wang Lixin, who has just entered the house, take a breath of cold air.

Lanfang pointed to Qingfeng, who was sitting on the ground with a broken face, and said, "Gonggong, she is Qingling, the woman sent by Haoyue."

"Is she Qingling?" The sharp and thin voice pricked the eardrum, and pointed to the green maple with trembling fingers. Wang Lixin said: "this? How is this possible? How about the officials of Haoyue? Who's going to pick it up! " Looking at the scar on Qingfeng's face again, Wang Lixin almost didn't carry it. This is the woman named by the emperor! How did it become like this? The emperor blamed it, and his life was not needed?

Lanfang immediately replied: "Gonggong, the maid asked Zhao who had been to the gate to pick up the man just this morning. The official of Haoyue said that she was Qingling! And the bright moon has long gone? "

Li Xu said she was Qingling? Where does Qingfeng freeze? Why does he say that? The eldest sister is a woman named by Yan Hongtian. Why does Li Xu say that she is Qingling? Why does Li Xu say that she is Qingling? Why does Li Xu say that she is Qingling? Is elder sister and younger sister in the broken temple? Dead already? That's why Li Xu will replace her!

The cold stone floor is not as cold as the heart. Qingfeng sits on the ground in a daze. She can't hear anything from the people around her. She only hears the sound of a little tear in her heart. Why didn't she die? She said she wanted to commit suicide? Why didn't she die? Why?

Wang Lixin also appears to be a bit of a man without a master? What should I do? " It can be seen that Wang Lixin is also disgusted with this young girl. Lanfang quickly half kneels down and whispers, "Gonggong, I'm used to working in the laundry. Can I let my maid go back to the laundry?" Although it's impossible to get ahead in the laundry, it's better to work as long as you please the old mother than to follow the ugly monster.

Wang Lixin waved to Lanfang and said impatiently, "go back, go back!" It is estimated that when the emperor saw Qingling's face, he would kill her in a rage. In this harem, all the talent, singing and dancing, morality and manners are empty. The face is the most important weapon for them to get the emperor's favor. Qingling's face has been destroyed and there is no chance. He didn't have to worry about her. He had to go and get some help, lest the emperor should offend him.

"Tuckahoe?" Lan Fang looks at the Poria cocos standing beside an Fen. She doesn't want to leave at this time.

How could the little maid's mind escape Wang Lixin who has been rolling in the palace for many years? Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced sideways at Fuling. Wang Lixin snorted: "why, do you want to go back?" It's not bad to let her go back to the women's Hospital, just to see if she understands or doesn't know how to be filial.

"Young girl is not well. I'd better stay and take care of her." Tuckahoe's eyes looked down at the ground, his posture was respectful, but his tone was always not humble or overactive.

It's very easy for a waitress to please your ladies. She's in her early twenties, but she's only the lowest level of a maid. This time, she's been promoted to the women's medical center. It can be seen that this tuckahoe is not a smart person. After all, Qingling is the one the emperor named. He is in trouble if anything goes wrong. After thinking about it, Wang Lixin said in a sharp voice, "well, you can stay here. Don't let her run around."

"Yes."

Wang Lixin didn't look at Qingfeng again, but left quickly. Lanfang, the maid of the palace, hurriedly followed him out of the hut.

Qingfeng sits on the ground, his eyes are empty, and his face is a little whiter than before. Tuckahoe comes forward and asks in a low voice, "are you OK, young girl?"

For a long time, Qingfeng stood up slowly on the edge of the bed. Her knuckles were whitened with effort, but she refused to accept the help of Poria cocos. She finally stood up straight. Qingfeng said in a low voice: "you go out, I want to be quiet alone."

Silent tears slide across the face, the bright eyes are gray, and tuckahoe is worried, but she knows that it's useless to say more. In this palace, there are enough sad and poor women. She? It won't be the last one.

Slowly bring the door, tuckahoe out of the house.

Tuckahoe took the basket sent by the little eunuch and opened it. It was sure that the three meals changed from chicken, duck and fish meat three days ago, hot meat soup, to the current tea and light rice. Most people in the Imperial Palace are snobbish. This kind of thing happens every day. Tuckahoe has been used to it and calmly covered the basket and walked to the hospital.

, the half open window, still can see the figure of the green spirit. She has been here for three days, and she often stands like this window to gaze at the luxuriant Wutong tree in the courtyard. In the early spring afternoon, the broken warm sun reflected mottled on her face under the cutting of tree shadow. Unfortunately, the warm sun didn't seem to bring her warmth. In the cold eyes, there was bone biting cold, like a white plum in the bright sun. Unlike other women in the harem who pretend to be cold to capture, she is rebellious and cold, which makes people look frightened, but can't move their eyes.

Tuckahoe sighs. The face behind the window lattice is beautiful but broken. I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise. After the concubines know that Qingling has been disfigured, they don't even have the mood to make trouble with her. She can spend three days so peacefully.

Push open the room