Chapter 4548

The woman's laughter was delicate and sweet, as if echoing in this empty room, familiar yet annoying, Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes, the woman's face was blurred in her mind, as if separated by a hazy fog... ..

The man twirled his beard, his voice was low and teasing: "Little fairy, you really know how to serve people."

The voice was that of the deceased father.

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened his eyes, looked at the steps in the dark secret passage through the locked iron door, raised his hand and hammered twice at the place just now, watching the baffle slowly return to its original position, The hole in the secret passage was blocked again.

Zhuang Xiaoyu supported the wall and walked out step by step.

Just in time, I saw Yinling running in from the outside, seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu was safe and sound, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to support her: "Miss, what's wrong with you, you look so ugly?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced at her reddish eyes, and shook her head lightly: "It's nothing, I walked a few more steps, I'm just a little tired."

Yinling hurriedly said: "Then I will help you back to the backyard."

"En." Zhuang Xiaoyu let Yinling support her, left the bedroom, and walked forward step by step along the long corridor, seemingly casually asking: "Did the high priest rest in my room all these days?"

"Yes." Yin Ling said: "The high priest is afraid that the slaves will not care enough, so he guards you at night by himself."

The corners of Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips curled up slightly, and the arc drawn on that pearly and moist face had an unpredictable half-smile: "No wonder I see him getting thinner and thinner every day..."

Yinling wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

Zhuang Xiaoyu continued to ask: "I sleep well at night, don't I need someone to take care of me?"

Yinling was noncommittal: "I'm not in the bedroom, so I don't know how Madam is sleeping."

"I see that the high priest has been too busy these days, so why don't you come over and take care of me at night." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked sideways at her: "Are you willing?"

As Zhuang Xiaoyu expected, when she heard that she was going to take care of her, Yinling's thin shoulders trembled slightly. Although she tried her best to conceal it, the unconscious panic in her eyes betrayed her fear and horror at the moment.

Yinling's lips trembled, and he stammered: "Nu... I'm afraid that I won't be able to serve you at night, young lady. This matter... I'd better discuss this matter with the high priest. The priest is worried about you and refuses to let the slave serve you, and the slave... the slave can't make decisions on his own."

Zhuang Xiaoyu had a panoramic view of Yinling's expression, and smiled indifferently: "It's just a casual remark, don't be afraid."

Yinling: "..."

Yinling wants to cry but has no tears.

Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned on the bed, "I'll take a rest for a while, don't bother me."

Yinling nodded, took out Zhuang Xiaoyu's cloak that was wet by the heavy snow, heated up the charcoal pot, and when she exited, she closed the door behind her.

Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on the bed, closed her eyes, unconsciously drowsy.

In the dream, there are grotesque scenes, dead bodies are strewn all over the forbidden mountain, horses are galloping, the man is covered in blood, the pipa bone is hooked by iron hooks, and dragged in the snow, the white snow is dyed bright red... ..

The woman's pleading and cries are desolate and desperate, the wind is howling between the sky and the earth, the sky is wide, but there is no place for anyone...

The woman was forcibly taken away, the man was lying in the thick snow like a dead body, and crows were circling in the air, ready to swoop down at any time...

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt as if his heart was riddled with sharp holes, and even breathing would hurt...