The maid was shocked and her heart was filled with fear. After Ye Xue finished speaking, she suddenly knelt on the ground, supported the ground with both hands, and kept kowtowing.
While coaxing, he said incoherently: "Miss, I am just worried about you, and I have no intention of insulting the lady."
Ye Xue looked down at her, "Worry? If you don't think I'm a waste, will you worry about me? Since there is no insult, then show some sincerity."
She squatted down and placed her hand on the back of the maid's head. The maid's eyes widened in horror. Ye Xue's face continued to expand in her pupils, and suddenly...
A "bang" sounded, and Ye Xue suddenly pressed the maid's face into the remaining soup on the ground. The soup was boiled overnight, but it was still hot. The porcelain bowl was broken all over the floor, so sharp that it could cut through the flesh.
Thorns-
The sound of skin burning and breaking.
The maid struggled subconsciously, waved her hands wildly, and screamed in tears. Ye Xue pressed the back of her head to prevent her from getting up. She was like a demon, bloodthirsty and cruel, almost crazy, and her remaining reason was burned to pieces.
After a long time, the maid lost her strength to resist and her limbs spasmed for a few times and then there was no movement.
Yexue got up and left indifferently.
After she left, Yin Lan, who came to the main hall, looked at the maid lying on the ground and frowned. She lifted the maid up and saw the maid's face, her heart suddenly twitched. The maid was beyond recognition and her face was covered in blood.
Blood sticks to the soup, and white smoke lingers on it.
Yin Lan was moved and seemed to want to save the maid, but she couldn't decide without permission. She went to Fengyu Pavilion to seek Qingge's opinion.
Fengyue Pavilion.
"Why do you want to save her?" Qingge asked while drinking the fine wine sent by Mo Xie.
During these days, Mo Xie always sends all kinds of fine wine to Fengyue Pavilion, either strong or mellow. In short, it is a rare and top-quality product in the world.
Yin Lan stood in front of Qingge, with his back straight as a sword, neither humble nor arrogant, "Although this girl is the personal maid of the Fourth Miss, she is pure and kind in her heart. She has helped me several times when she was in trouble, but she cannot save her.
”
"Then save it." Qingge said.
Don’t do to others what you do not want others to do to you. She didn’t expect Ye Xue would vent her inner anger on innocent people.
Qingge stood up, stretched his waist, revealing his curves, and his figure was dripping. She looked at the blue sky after the snow was flying, curled her lips and smiled, and there was a strong coldness in her eyes.
It seems that she has been recuperating for too long these days, so that Yexue thinks she will be in peace from now on.
Now, it's just the beginning.
"Yinlan, do you know if there are any servants in the mansion who like Ye Xue and have a simple mind and a well-developed limbs?" Qingge asked.
Although Yin Lan didn't understand what Qingge asked about this, she still thought about it for a while and answered truthfully, "There is indeed a coachman who is in charge of Ma Jiao, and he is a big and thick man. Everyone in the mansion knows that he loves Miss Four.
Someone once said the fourth lady’s gossip in the mansion, and he broke one of his arm.”
Qingge's eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "It's him."
Ye Qingge was once disgraced and became the most popular woman in Beiyue Kingdom. Now that the feng shui turns, she wants Ye Xue to be disgraced and disgraced!
"Yinlan, after leaving Fengyue Pavilion, please invite me to Brother Mo, Brother Xiao and the little prince. If possible, please invite Young Master Ouyang Che, Yun Wan, Xiao Shuier and Princess Chaoyang, and it's best.
Here, let them come to my Fengyue Pavilion to enjoy the plum blossoms and drink tomorrow evening." Qingge narrowed his eyes and laughed like a fox.
Yinlan nodded and responded.
"Do you know the marriage/happiness?" Qingge asked.
Yin Lan was stunned for a moment and replied, "I know."
"Can you get it?"
"able."
"Okay, let the Hehuan be scattered in Yexue's meal tomorrow night. Be careful and secretly to do things. Don't let people discover it. After the medicine attacks, let the coachman go to Yexue's room." After Qingge finished speaking, Yin
Lan suddenly realized that it was like that.
Yin Lan responded solemnly and left Fengyue Pavilion. Qingge turned to look at Ye Qingcheng who was standing silently standing by, and asked: "You release the power of Fuxiqin. You may sense what happened in Ye Xue's room in Fengyue Pavilion?"
Ye Qingcheng nodded, "Yes."
"Tomorrow evening, you can play the piano and music in Fengyue Pavilion, pay attention to Yexue. After the coachman enters Yexue's room, you should not play it again." Qingge said.
Ye Qingcheng pursed his lips and looked at the girl who ordered people to do things in an orderly manner in front of him. He smiled brightly at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if he was standing in the nine palaces to guide the country.
"Don't be careless about things tomorrow night. You must make sure to make sure the time is set. The coachman stops playing the piano as soon as he enters the room." Qingge said seriously.
All she wanted was Ye Xue's reputation was ruined, that's all.
But she never thought that people would defile Ye Xue. If so, as long as she uses the power of the Colosseum, people would take away Ye Xue's chastity.
But this is her bottom line.
Killing is just a slightest point, just one head and one life, but she feels that a woman's chastity is a priceless treasure, and it is better to kill her for money than to seek money.
"But just by checking, they can find out that Ye Xue was wearing Hehuan San." Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge worriedly.
"So what if you find out? As long as Ye Xue is disgraced, it doesn't matter who comes to Hehuan San." Many things are like this.
What's more, Qingge did not intend to stop.
It's just that things have to be done slowly and cannot be anxious.
"Qingcheng, what are your plans in the future?" Qingge suddenly asked: "If you can fit Fuxiqin, it means that you are not an ordinary person. As long as you want to go, I can help you."
Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips tightly, and she lowered her head and looked at the pots of fine wine on the table, her voice a little fluttering, "Qingcheng has nothing to ask for, I just want to be by your side."
"It's dangerous to be with me." Qingge frowned.
"I will die without hesitation."
Ye Qingcheng raised his face, and his cold and sweet face burst into a smile. The flowers bloomed in half winter, which made the cold plums in the yard lose their color.
Maybe, many people do this.
In the narrow world, in the closed space without any light, someone appeared and decided that she was the yearning for this life. In the countless years and months, no matter how amazing and incredible people appeared again,
It's not as slim as hope.
Ye Qingcheng is like this.
She was only in her teenage years, and her future was still very long, but on this road of exile, even the flowers withered until the end. In the end, all she could remember was the only girl by the lake that day who was picturesque.
, reach out to her.
Say, come with me.
Qingge was stunned for a long time, laughing wildly.
good.
Then let’s go to the mountain of swords and sea of fire together.
So what if it is dangerous, so what if it is thousands of deaths, how could she have ever been afraid? (To be continued)