Chapter 279

"Bang!"

"Bang --"

tuckahoe shrank in the corner. After she came back, she sat in the room for an afternoon. Just after the sun set, she smashed things like crazy. The porcelain and accessories in the room were all smashed up. Maybe it's good. It's better than her gloomy face without saying a word. It makes her feel more secure.

Can smash all smashed, green maple didn't seem to be able to solve the hatred of the heart, grab the gauze of the window curtain, Shua tear down. She didn't throw all the silk brocade on the bed to the ground. She grabbed the pillow in her hand. Qingfeng hit it hard. It was in the middle of the screen, and only heard a loud bang. The golden screen fell down, and the pillow was splashed with cotton. A small white brocade bag fell out with the wadding.

Tuckahoe stooped to pick up the brocade bag. It's very light. The things inside have been ground into powder. No wonder they can't be found in the pillow. The brocade bag is soft, and a light sandalwood fragrance comes out. You can't smell it if you don't smell it carefully.

Which girl is so intimate, put sandalwood in the pillow? Close to the brocade bag and smell it again. Tuckahoe's brow is wrinkled. Besides the smell of sandalwood, there seems to be a faint fishy smell? Tuckahoe opened the brocade bag and found that the powder inside was still in a very airy pouch sewn with thin silk. Ordinary palace maids didn't have such delicate things.

In my heart, I was puzzled. Poria checked the things in the brocade bag more carefully. Looking closely, the pale powder in sandalwood crumbs is still alive. Poria bowed his head and sniffed again??

This is??

Tuckahoe suddenly face big change, green maple has been silent looking at tuckahoe's every move, has guessed that is not what good thing, cold voice asked: "what is it?"

Tuckahoe was slightly shocked. He raised his head and looked at the cold eyes of the green maple. He calmed his mind for a while. Tuckahoe whispered back: "zhuxincao."

Qingfeng took the brocade bag and looked at it carefully. It was just some powder and the fragrance of sandalwood. She occasionally smelled some when she was sleeping. She thought it was the palace maids who made her calm down. Now it seems that it was doing something. Poria has not been below for a long time. Qingfeng looks up at her and poria ponders how to say it. Today, Qingfeng has been stimulated enough.

"Its fragrance is similar to sandalwood, but?? If you smell this for a long time, it will make women

"Say." She wouldn't be surprised if it was a poison.

"Can't conceive."

Can't get pregnant? Four words slowly came into her mind. Today, she suffered too much fright. Qingfeng couldn't think for a quarter of an hour. Yan Hongtian didn't look for her anymore. She also drank the abortion medicine. What else would they do? Can't she have her own children all her life? How ruthless! The pain of tearing his head and wringing his heart is like a knife. Qingfeng is unstable. He falls on the ground and looks up at Poria cocos. Qingfeng murmurs, "why do they do this to me?"

Why? For the position in the palace, for the future throne, for the emperor's favor, too many why, no why. Qingfeng sat on the ground, his haggard face was as gray as death, his red and swollen eyes looked at her as confused and despairing, and poria couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, Qingfeng laughed. I don't know if he was angry or not. The laughter was as sharp as a blade.

She hated Yan Hongtian, but in order to live in the dome, she had decided not to take revenge. She is more disdainful to fight for anything, just thinking about living her own life. Even if she goes to the cold palace, she doesn't care. Now it seems that she is so stupid, so stupid!

The brocade bag in her hand still sends out light fragrance from time to time. This thing is hidden in the nearest place. She thinks it's safe on the bed. She lies on it every day, lying on the poisonous knife. She doesn't know that it's not that you can survive without fighting. She can't protect herself, let alone her sister??

Suddenly raised his head, Qingfeng stared at Poria and asked, "Poria, will you betray me?"

Tuckahoe knows that this may be the last chance that Qingfeng gives her to choose. Is it to choose to be with her or to escape? Where can she escape and return to her former life? Continue to be driven from one palace to another? Waiting for the day of leaving the palace or the palace of old death? Or I don't know who offended, "accidentally" died? She has been living like this for more than ten years and doesn't want to live like this again.

Facing the eyes full of hope and light prayer, tuckahoe smiled and was needed and trusted, which is also a kind of gain. Dark deep breath, tuckahoe calm and firm way back: "No."

"Master, get up first. It's cool on the ground." Holding Qingfeng's arm, tuckahoe gently pulled her up.

Holding tuckahoe's hand tightly, Qingfeng slowly stood up straight, handed the nearly crushed brocade bag into tuckahoe's hand, lowered his voice, and said, "take this away, and sew it with sandalwood chips with similar taste and put it back into the pillow, so that no one can find it, especially in the Qingfeng hall."

Tuckahoe clenched the brocade bag and nodded.

At a glance at the mess of the house, Qingfeng's face recovered a little calm, said: "tomorrow morning to get things done and then let people clean up. You go out. "

"Yes." Tuckahoe tucks a small brocade bag into the innermost layer of the waist, and then gently opens the door and exits.

At the moment when the door closed, the room fell into darkness again. Qingfeng stood quietly in front of the window, raised his hand slowly, pasted the window paper, and stroked the bright moonlight and warm orange palace lamp which were isolated by the window paper. After a while, Qingfeng took back his hand. Those warmth no longer belonged to her, but only the darkness and cold in this room, just like her heart.

You forced me --

tuckahoe out of the door. Lan'er hurried to meet her and took her hand to the big tree in the courtyard. Xia Yin, who was not very inquisitive, was there. Looking around, Lan'er asked in a low voice: "sister Fuling, Niangniang, she What's the matter? " When the lady came in, her face was pale. The dried blood and black bruises on her forehead were frightening enough. After entering the house, she didn't know how many things had been smashed, let alone the wailing and sharp laughter, which could be heard in the yard. She was scared to goose bumps!

Summer Yin also soft voice said: "Poria, we are also worried about the mother, more afraid of their own stupid mouth, which words accidentally said wrong, angered the mother."

Tuckahoe shook his head gently and said: "don't worry too much, master is just?? I'm tired. Don't bother to go in tonight. I'll clean up the things in the room tomorrow. " Finish saying tuckahoe also does not wait for two people to reply, turned around to return to own house.

Lan'er snorted, "I'm so stingy. I'm afraid that no one can compete with her!" Then he went back to the house.

Xia Yin looked back at the closed door. There was no candlelight and no cry. It was so quiet.

The moon is bright and the stars are thin, the wind blows in the summer night, and laughter comes from the flower hall behind the corridor from time to time. Fengxian is planted all over the big yard, the delicate flowers are swaying with the wind, and the air is filled with strong fragrance of flowers. Unfortunately, people under the shadow of the moon would like to leave immediately, and their feet have to stop because of their mother's bitter pleading in the afternoon.

Mingze stood with his hands around his chest at the corner of the cloister, standing for a long time. Although he didn't leave, he didn't want to go to the busy flower hall. In fact, no one cared whether he came or not. Hasn't his mother seen through all these years? In this Mingzhai, there is no place for their mother and son. What is she fighting for? Grab what? Why? She regarded him as a puppet, as a tool, and did not care about his feelings at all. She only thought about herself. The funniest thing is that she overestimates him. He is nothing in this family.

-- her safety is more important to me than anything else -

the words of Blue Maple rain night suddenly rang out in my mind. Under the lightning, she smiled like a flower. Mingze chuckled. She was still luckier than him, at least she had relatives worth guarding. Today, he was on duty. He went to the imperial garden with the emperor and the Louxiang, and watched the falling water farce. Let alone the palace or the big house, there were no such "accidents" that could not be seen. It's just the back of Qingfeng like a walking corpse when he finally left, which makes Mingze feel pity.

"Mingze."

There was a faint excited male voice behind him. Mingze's sword eyebrows were slightly frowned. He raised his feet and left. This family would call him, only him. And he didn't want to talk to him.

Just about to go away, the tall figure quickly blocked in front of him, clearly recommended a familiar look and smiled: "how easy is it to go home, our brothers have a drink?"

He was blocked by Ming's recommendation. Mingze knew that it was no use ignoring him this time. He replied lightly: "tomorrow he will be on duty." Then I want to go.

Reaching for Mingze's shoulder, Mingjian sighs, "Mingze, we are brothers?"

Brother? Mingze clapped open his hand and said in a cold voice, "I don't have this blessing." He can't rise! Mingze turns his back indifferently, obviously he doesn't want to talk to him any more, and Mingjian sighs heavily.

Looking for Mingze, Mingzhu, the third miss of Mingjia who was recommended by Mingze, said in a loud voice, "brother, why do you have to deal with him? But the child of a humble concubine. "

As soon as Mingze's back froze, he started to walk towards the gate.

"Pearl!" Mingjian is cold. Mingzhu curls his mouth. He doesn't think so, but he knows that his brother will be angry. He tightly pulls Mingjian's arm and doesn't let him catch up with him. Mingzhu says: "OK, I can't do without saying. My mother has been saying how you haven't come back. Grandma must be in a hurry. Let's go. Leave him alone. Dad should be angry later."

Mingze has already gone without trace. My younger sister has to drag him. Mingjian has no choice but to walk with the Pearl towards the flower hall. Alas, today is Grandma's birthday. He needs to think about how to help Mingze get away.

Chenshi

the doors of the palaces and halls open slowly, and a new day begins. Lan'er is commanding the maids to clean the yard, trim the flowers and branches, and at the same time, she looks at Fu Ling's room. At such a time, Fu Ling should get up and be ready to comb and wash the master. There is no movement yet. Do you want to call her? Still thinking about it, the door of the main house suddenly opened, and Qingfeng stepped out slowly.

Green maple has a long icy blue dress, with green jade rings on her waist and white jade steps on her hair and sideburns. With her elegant steps, she has long hair on her knees, and her gorgeous skirt and feet draw a flowing arc, like a cool breeze, blowing slowly. When Qingfeng came to the middle of the courtyard, the maids came back to their senses and knelt down to ask for their best wishes

Qingfeng didn't look at the kneeling slave. He glanced at the peony that was going to wither in the flowering period. He reached out and picked a flower to play with. Qingfeng whispered, "let's go."

"Yes."

"Lan'er." LAN LAN only retire.