Chapter 266

The steward of the service room sent Ma of shuqingchi to wash and dress up Qingfeng. After waiting for half an hour, the mothers were already impatient. Poria looked at the closed door of the room for an afternoon, and then looked at the worried Xia Yin around her. Finally, she nodded back: "I know. You go to prepare first."

Poria went to the door of the room and knocked gently. Just as she was about to open her mouth, her sharp but pathetic eyes suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, and she swallowed again when she reached her mouth. Neither in nor out. Poria froze in front of the door. For a long time, a whisper came from the inner room, "come in."

At night, when the lights were on, the palace lamps were lit in all the palaces, and the eunuchs who came and went there also carried lanterns. Beside the path behind the Jingshi room, a woman dressed as a palace maid not only has no lantern, but also deliberately hides under the shadow of trees. In the dim night, she can hardly see anyone there without looking into it.

There was a man running far away on the path. The dancer stepped back and squinted. After seeing the figure of the man clearly, he went forward and asked in a low voice, "do you hear me?"

The little eunuch looked around and determined that there was no one around. Then he whispered back, "go back to elder sister, the emperor will order the young concubines to sleep tonight. At this time, he is still in Xixia hall to have dinner with the Empress Dowager."

After a moment's thought, dancer asked again, "the young concubines are turning over the cards."

"No, I heard that the emperor met his concubines in the garden at noon, so he decided to stay in the Qingfeng Hall tonight."

Chance encounter? In the eyes of dancer, there is a trace of unbelief. How can I meet you in the garden at noon? This green maple really has two abilities. Even the emperor's path has been found out. The lady guessed it right. Green maple can't be underestimated.

Wu'er took out a small bag from the sleeve, put it into the eunuch's hand, and said in a low voice, "OK, you go back first, and then be smart. Let me know what's going on in the breeze hall."

Secretly weighing the weight of the money bag, the little eunuch smiled and said: "don't worry, sister, the little heart is all towards the lady Hui."

The dancer waved and said, "OK, let's go."

The little eunuch put the small money bag into his arms, pressed the bottom of his hat, and ran back quickly. When the eunuch was far away, the dancer went in another direction.

In front of the polished bronze mirror, there was a woman in white. Her plain white clothes were lined with dark black and long hair. The woman impatiently stopped her busy pink hand and said in a cold voice, "that's enough. It's the same again."

Qingfeng's heart is a little complacent and happy. It's impossible to cover the two scars with any amount of powder, just like the pain of losing her parents, which can never be filled.

Tuckahoe obediently put down the powder in his hand. In fact, the skin of Qingfeng is very good. It's crystal clear that he doesn't need to put on the powder at all. Today, she has no coiled hair, and several strands of her hair cover half of the scars, making her look so soft and beautiful. Tuckahoe's heart is full of admiration, so is beauty. The willow leaves and eyebrows are curved without drawing, the eyes are like a sea of paint, the body is like holding the willow jade bone and ice muscle, if the face is not destroyed, what kind of beauty is it?

Tuckahoe picked up rouge and lightly touched the lips of Lingling. A touch of red lipstick immediately made the delicate face bright and bright. Tuckahoe unconsciously praised, "it's really beautiful."

It's really beautiful. The charming and enchanting woman in the bronze mirror is like a delicate flower blooming in spring. She is so hateful and looks at her charming self in the bronze mirror. Why! Why does she make herself like this to please Yan Hongtian! Why?

Lift your hand and wipe off the lipstick, leaving a residual red on the corner of your mouth. Qingfeng seems not satisfied. Suddenly, he grabs the comb and rouge on the table and smashes them into the mirror. The original bright copper mirror is immediately covered with bright red powder, until the sunken mirror can no longer shine the beautiful face, Qingfeng stops.

The frenzy in Qingfeng's eyes frightened Poria. She patted her back to let her go. Poria said: "master, don't be angry. Your injury hasn't recovered completely."

Injury? She would rather die now

Leaning on tuckahoe's bosom, looking at the distorted face in the mirror, looking at her crazy self, Qingfeng's heart suddenly hurts. What's wrong with her? Isn't it decided? For the sake of her favorite sisters and the most intimate people in the world, she should be patient no matter what. As long as she can bring them a peaceful life, what does it matter what she becomes? Painfully closed his eyes, green maple trembled and said: "Poria cocos Make up for me again. " Her pride and dignity will be crushed and torn in this night. What do you care about?

"Yes." Tuckahoe picked up silk and gently wiped the residual red on the lips of green maple. Her heart ached that the life in the palace was just beginning.

On the top of the moon, the cold moonlight sprinkles on the blooming peony petals. The delicate flowers look pale. Compared with the daytime, they are just another kind of amorous feelings. Lan'er sat on the steps of the porch and looked at the dark Palace Road outside the hall. She murmured: "sister Xia Yin, it's all over at the time of Hai, isn't the emperor coming tonight?" It's all this time. Come early if you want to. In fact, if the emperor doesn't come, it's better for Qingfeng to drive away the mammy sent by jingshifang, leaving Poria to serve in it. The whole person is weird. If the emperor does come, it's not allowed to cause anything.

Xia Yin glanced at Lan'er gently and said in a low voice, "you are so open-minded. Be careful to make trouble for yourself."

Glancing sideways at the closed door, Lan'er pursed her lips slightly, but she didn't think so. At this time a shrill announcement sounded outside the hall.

"Here comes the emperor!"

The emperor is really here! Lan'er spits out her tongue and quickly gets up and kneels to salute. Lan'er turns her mouth towards the inner room, but refuses to make a sound. Xia Yin shakes her head helplessly and whispers to the inner room, "Niang, the emperor is here."

The house is still quiet, and Qingfeng doesn't go out to pick up the driver. Lan'er and Xia Yin take a look at each other and don't know what to do. At this time, Yan Hongtian's tall and straight figure has stridden from outside the hall.

"Long live the emperor."

Lan'er lowered his head, and the bright yellow boots stopped on the steps. Lan'er felt tight and looked up quietly. He saw that there was no expression on the handsome face of the emperor, and his tiny black eyes looked coldly at the closed door. He was so angry and powerful that Lan'er immediately lowered his head. When the emperor arrived at Qingfeng, he didn't come out to pick up the car. He didn't even open the door. I'm afraid the emperor was angry!

Lan'er is frightened and worried. Xia Yin is uneasy. The door that has been closed for a day is opened at this moment

"Here comes the emperor!"

Outside the hospital, the shrill announcement sounded, Poria could feel the body of Qingfeng was obviously stiff. She frowned, took a deep breath, got up and walked out of the inner room, with heavy steps. She stood in front of the door for a long time, but refused to open the door.

"Long live the emperor." In a short time, the court also sounded the voice of the maids, tuckahoe went forward to open the door, but was stopped by Qingfeng. Poria is worried to see Qingfeng. The emperor has arrived at the gate and still hasn't taken over, but he has to bear the sin of disrespect!

"I'll do it myself." The low voice trembled slightly. Qingfeng stretched out his hand and held the bolt tightly. Green tendons appeared on his slender white fingers. He took a deep breath again. Qingfeng pushed the heavy wooden door hard.

Outside the door, Yan Hongtian, dressed in black robes and gorgeous clothes, stood on the steps. Her black eyes, sharp as eagles, locked on her when the door opened. Qingfeng is still holding her head, trying to be opposite to his cold eyes, but only she knows that her heart is shaking, at this moment, she is afraid.

Yan Hongtian's black eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the woman who dared to block him out. The polar green silk was loose behind her. It was blown disorderly by the night wind. The plain white gown wrapped her tightly. It was a little colder and arrogant than the last light red dress. The red lips were the only color on the whole body. The red could bleed.

Although the door opened, Qingfeng was not polite. He was pale in plain clothes and looked at Yan Hongtian. They were all in a cold sweat and held their breath. Yan Hongtian suddenly raised an indescribable smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't blame Qingfeng for his disrespect. He strode towards the house.

Yan Hongtian is speechless, and Qingfeng is not sure whether he is relieved or whether his heart is raised higher. Until Yan Hongtian's tall and straight figure passes over her side, and her slender waist is surrounded by a single hand, Qingfeng is shocked back. Yan Hongtian's black eyes swept the Poria cocos behind the green maple. Poria was cold all over. She didn't dare to stay for a long time. She walked out quickly. At the moment when she closed the door, her heart was still thumping and jumping. She began to admire the green maple. The fierce king's spirit made people dare not look at it directly, let alone with it.

Inside, there are only two cold-sighted people and a room of red candles.

Yan Hongtian holds Qingfeng's chin lightly with one hand, lifts her face up, flickers the candle light, the pink skin blows and can be broken, the red lips are moist and full, and the tiny bright eyes are shining uneasily because of his proximity. Yan Hongtian said with a low smile, "it's a beauty to dress up well."

The big hand glides over the soft green silk. Yan Hongtian's eyes flash with narrow light. He asks, "where did you hide the knife this time?"

The bodies of the two people are close together. The clothes in summer can't block each other's temperature at all. Qingfeng's palm is against Yan Hongtian's chest. The hot temperature makes her panic. Turn your head away. Qingfeng doesn't look at him or listen to him. He just hopes to go over tonight quickly. Unfortunately, Yan Hongtian can't be ignored. Qingfeng's waist was so tight that she could almost be strangled. Yan Hongtian's disgusting words sounded in her ear: "Qingfeng, I didn't expect that you would be dumb."

Mingming told himself that he would not argue with him any more, and that he would endure everything. But when he saw his bullying and conceited appearance, Qingfeng could not help sneering: "Mingming knew that I could not kill you again, why should I say some useless words, if I want to kill you now, I would not use a knife beyond my capacity."