"Slave, slave, slave, stand, stand by the lady's side! Stand by the lady's side to the death!" Bihe stammered, raised his hands to the sky, and swore.
Murong Feixue did not expose her, but smiled noncommittally and said, "Take Grandma Liu's body out and bury it somewhere. If anyone finds it, I will say that you killed her. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Bihe's heart trembled uncontrollably. He knew that if he went to report the news again, he might be the next one to die. Moreover, now she would be blamed for the death of Grandma Liu. As for it, she would be blamed for her death.
It doesn't matter whether he poisons or joins forces with experts. Anyway, no one will doubt Murong Feixue, who was once a loser.
Why didn't you realize before that this Murong Feixue was so cunning?
In desperation, he could only nod hastily and reply in a trembling voice: "Ming, I understand, I will never let anyone discover it, and I will definitely not implicate the young lady!"
After saying that, Bi He trembled and went to the body of Grandma Liu. He gritted his teeth and lifted her heavy body on his shoulders, buried his head and walked out.
The next moment, Murong Feixue's cold light flashed. He walked slowly to the corner, looked at the unconscious Chun Hua, and poured the entire bucket of water in the bucket beside him.
"Crash..." After the sound of water, Chun Hua stood up in surprise. He screamed "Wow" and ran around instinctively...
"What the hell! What the hell, it's impossible, it's impossible!"
Chun Hua suddenly calmed down after a while and looked around.
After a long while, he saw Murong Feixue's gloomy face. Immediately, his legs gave out. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Miss, have mercy on me. Miss, have mercy on me. Chun Hua doesn't know anything. Chun Hua has no ulterior motives. Chun Hua is still young. He's still young."
I don’t want to die…”
"Find me a pure white blouse, a pair of scissors, a piece of red paper..." Murong Feixue ordered simply and directly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his eyes slightly, glanced across the top of Chun Hua's head like a blade, and continued to warn: "If you don't come back within half a stick of incense, you will be buried with Grandma Liu."
Chun Hua shivered violently, and nodded repeatedly in fright. He hurriedly rolled out of Murong Feixue's Xiangge Pavilion, looking around for those things. He was deeply afraid that if he was one step too late, his life would be in danger.
After just a few cups of tea, Chun Hua left and came back again. He staggered into the room, bowed deeply and raised his hands. He held a stack of white gauze robes in his hands, with half a red leaf on the robe.
Paper and a pair of small scissors tied with a red string.
"Little Miss, is what you want okay?" Chun Hua asked cautiously. She was covered in dust, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead. Her nervous heartbeat almost reached her throat.
"Put down your things and get out." Murong Feixue glanced slightly sideways and said coldly.
Chun Hua immediately let out a long sigh of relief and knelt down to leave as if he had received an amnesty.
In the simple boudoir, Murong Feixue was the only one left sitting in front of the dressing table.
Her hair was already dry. She combed it with an ox horn, carefully combing it straight and smooth. Three thousand ink-like black hair hung down from her chest to her waist. It was so dark that it was like a black curtain crossing the sky, which attracted people's admiration.
But instead of combing her hair into a bun, she got up and put on a white gauze robe. The floor-length skirt spread out like a lotus leaf, which looked particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
The cold wind outside the window rustled the branches and leaves. The speeding evening wind roared almost like a ghost, which made people's hair stand on end.
In front of the dressing table under the window, Murong Feixue's pale little face covered with a thick layer of makeup was printed in the bronze mirror. It was so white that there was no trace of blood. In the dazzling dim candlelight, Murong Feixue's red lips could still be seen like fire.
