I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 46 The Third Person in Baiyujing

At this moment, Chen Zhian seemed to have turned into the light that diffused from the southern scene, traveling through the chaos until he saw a faint glow in the distance.

Then, Chen Zhian's brilliant light enveloped the faint light.

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"Ning Yu! Today's homework is not finished yet, but you dare to take a nap! Do you really think that my Ye Ting Palace is your Ning family school?"

"The princess will come to test you again tomorrow! Have you finished your poem?"

Snapped!
Ning Yu was awakened by the sound of a rapid whipping.

Ning Yu closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and trembled.

Her mind was in a mess. Many scenes from the past turned around in her mind and then turned into sharp thorns, giving her a splitting headache.

She recalled that when she was a child, her father would always send people to invite craftsmen to make sugar figures. At that time, her favorite were the various kinds of sugar figures.

She even built an ice room at home just to store the sugar figures to prevent them from melting.

Ning Yu remembered the appearances of many sugar figures, including cute cats and dogs, as well as little people from storybooks. She even asked the craftsman with an extraordinary memory to specially make the image of her father.

My father was an official in the court and was busy with government affairs. He was always unable to return home for half a week or a month.

Ning Yu talked to Tang Ren, who looked like his father, and played with him, just thinking it was comfort from his father.

So many memories flashed through the mind of this girl, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The memories turned into paintings, but they could not comfort her at this moment.

She didn't dare open her eyes and was still trembling.

Then, the rest of the images in my mind came one after another.

She remembered that it was an autumn afternoon. Flocks of wild geese flew across the sky. There was no sound of cicadas in the yard, only maple leaves dancing in the air.

Ning Yu still remembers that he picked up a bright red maple leaf that day. He held the maple leaf and looked at it carefully while entering the ice room.

Then she saw that the head of the sugar man she had made in the image of her father had broken off for some reason and had fallen to the ground, half melted.

Ning Yu was only eight or nine years old at that time. He didn't know why he was so sad, or maybe because he was frightened, he just burst into tears.

She cried in the ice room for a long time, and felt a chill on her back, shivering with cold.

So she left the ice room...

Then, groups of soldiers armed with long swords and wearing black armor entered the mansion.

The familiar maids and sisters in the mansion were all beheaded by them easily.

The courtyard, which used to be clean and quiet, is now filled with noisy sounds.

The sound of armor colliding with long swords.

The sound of countless people crying and begging for mercy.

The sound of a long knife falling and a head hitting the ground.

The sound of blood splattering and bodies falling to the ground...

At this moment, Ning Yu, who had been in the Ye Ting Palace for six or seven years, seemed to have returned to that autumn day, and she felt cold.

That autumn day, the leaves were withered and the green grass was lifeless. Her young life seemed to have ended in the cool breeze.

then……

The image in Ning Yu's mind changed to the dark and terrifying Ye Ting Palace.

The angry curses of the palace matron.

Wearing only thin clothes and standing barefoot in the snow, the cold wind was howling.

The whip fell and the sound of flesh bursting.

And the crisp sound of the slap when the head palace maid slapped her hard on the face yesterday.

These sounds all overlap with the sounds of killing in the autumn six or seven years ago...

Ning Yu was extremely scared.

She didn't dare open her eyes, she just felt a chill all over her body, just like the ice room that day.

until……

Ning Yu suddenly felt warm, as if a very warm light was shining on her.

Ning Yu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

The Ye Ting Palace was specially built behind the Taiji Palace. The tall, magnificent and gorgeous Taiji Palace was a true shield for the wives of criminal officials in the Ye Ting Palace.

As a result, the Ye Ting Palace never sees the sun all year round.

Throughout the year, he could only see the sun when he went to the Clothing Department, the Imperial Food Department, the Shangsiyuan, or the Shangyi Bureau for work.

In Ning Yu's eyes, the entire palace except the Yunting Palace was exposed, and the scorching sun rays falling on her always stung her skin.

"But today...why doesn't it hurt?"

Ning Yu still didn't dare to open her eyes. The many images in her mind continued to flow, filling her heart with fear.

For six or seven years, more than two thousand days and nights, Ning Yu had always been in this fear.

"what happened to you?"

Suddenly, Ning Yu heard a voice.

The voice was quite soft and cautious, but completely different from the voice Ning Yu had heard for many years!
This is a man's voice.

But Ning Yu suddenly opened her eyes... Where did this man come from in the Ye Ting Palace?
Then Ning Yu saw a flaming sun hanging high in the sky not far away.

The sun cast down rays of light, which fell on the person in front of him.

The golden light made the man seem to be glowing, and Ning Yu, who was not used to the sunlight, was unable to open his eyes.

"what happened to you?"

Another question. Ning Yu suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked around.

She saw the rising clouds, the vast lake shrouded by clouds, the scorching sun, and the magnificent palace under the sun!
"Where is this place?"

Ning Yu stood up suddenly.

And at this moment, Nan Liujing's light shone upon her, enveloping her body.

Countless pieces of information entered Ning Yu's mind, making her stand still for a moment.

At this moment, she finally saw clearly the person who was talking to her.

That's a teenager.

The young man was wearing blue clothes, and his gentle and calm eyes looked at her with some curiosity.

Ning Yu's eyes met the boy's eyes, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Am I dreaming?"

Chen Zhian also looked at her curiously and shook his head, saying, "This is Baiyujing. You are the third person to come here. You can call me Chang'anke."

Ning Yu suddenly gritted his teeth and looked up.

She looked around at the vast world, saw ripples in the clear sky, and layer upon layer of clouds were glowing under the sunlight.

"This is not the Ye Ting Palace!"

She cried for joy, and then burst into tears.

The information flowing in her mind was telling her that her body was still in the Yunting Palace. She had not escaped and had no freedom. In a while, she would return to the dark, damp, and terrifying Yunting Palace and return to the hopeless reality!

"do not Cry."

When Chen Zhian saw the new woman burst into tears, he couldn't help but become flustered.

He thought to himself: "The old Huang Liang that Nan Liujing recruited has an extraordinary origin, a strong spirit, and a very powerful cultivation.

But this girl doesn't seem to be able to practice at all, and she even seems to be frightened?"

"So why did Nan Liujing summon her here?"

Chen Zhian was a little puzzled, but he vaguely sensed the sadness in the girl's crying, so he tried to persuade her a few more times.

But the girl continued to cry and even her body was shaking slightly.

Seeing the girl so hysterical, Chen Zhian couldn't help but frown and said, "Instead of crying non-stop, you might as well greet me properly and ask me carefully when you can come to Baiyujing next time."

His voice was a little cold and harsh. Ning Yu, who was used to being treated coldly, was frightened. She held back her tears and her shoulders stopped shaking.

After more than ten breaths of time had passed, the girl said, "Please... Sir, teach me how to come to Baiyujing again?"

Chen Zhian smiled again and asked, "What should I call you?"

Ning Yu finally began to digest the information that Nan Liujing brought to her mind. She lowered her head and thought for a long time, then she thought of her childhood nickname, and then she raised her head and said...

"My Lord, just call me...Pepper Slave."

Pepper slave?

Chen Zhian nodded, and seeing that the girl in front of him was still frowning, he couldn't help but comfort her, "Since you regard this place as a dream, just think of this place as your dream. Since it's a dream, why frown?"

Ning Yu was a little dazed. The severe pain in her head made her unable to concentrate. The whipping from the nanny yesterday also made her unable to relax.

Chen Zhian became annoyed when he saw that the girl was so stubborn. In his past and present lives, he never had the patience to coax women.

So he decided not to pay any attention to this slave, and turned around to leave.

But at this moment Ning Yu suddenly came to her senses. She suddenly felt that the young man in front of her had an extraordinary temperament and might also be a scholar.

She hurriedly saluted towards Chen Zhian and said through gritted teeth: "Jiao Nu...I want to ask you for advice!"

Chen Zhian turned around and looked at her.

Ning Yu bowed to her again, suppressed the fear in her eyes, and said: "Jiao Nu is a servant of the mansion. My family... Miss loves poetry, so she also let us read and practice calligraphy, and often came to test us personally...

If it doesn't suit her, she will always beat and scold me. I wonder... are you a scholar? Can you lend me a poem about peony..."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head, saying, "I am not a scholar, nor have I read poetry well."

Ning Yu was suddenly disappointed. She had been in the Ye Ting Palace for five or six years and had mastered many skills, but she had never been able to master poetry.

It happened that Princess Yunlu, who was in charge of the Ye Ting Palace, loved poetry the most. She had been beaten countless times because of the tests on poetry.

"It seems that I will be beaten in tomorrow's test."

Ning Yu pursed her lips as she thought about this, but at this moment, the Chang'an guest in front of her, whose eyebrows and eyes were particularly beautiful, suddenly smiled and said, "But... I know many poets. If you want a poem about peony, I can give you one."

Ning Yu shook his head in disappointment.

If it was a poem by a great poet, how could it be used to pass the examination? If Princess Yunlu got angry...

But at this moment, the voice of the young man who called himself Chang'an Ke came again.

"Don't worry, those great poets are unknown to the world, so you can use them without any problem."

Ning Yu hasn't reacted yet.

Chen Zhian squatted down, gently smoothed the mist under his feet, then stretched out a finger and wrote in the mist.

As he wrote, he said, "The noble lady asked you to write poems praising the peony, but in fact, you are always using the peony as a metaphor for yourself. So just flatter them and make them happy."

"The author of this poem is Shangguan Zhaorong, also known as Shangguan Wan'er. If you escape punishment, remember her name."

Ning Yu looked down and saw Chen Zhian wrote...

"The relationship is like that of a pair of close friends, and the heart is like that of a stinky orchid.

The night watchman is angrily interrupted by the eaves, and the wind is afraid to stay on the river. "

Ning Yu read carefully, his eyes really grew bigger and bigger, and the hesitation in his eyes seemed to disappear.

(End of this chapter)