maid's harem life

Chapter 105

On the huge rice paper, there was a drawing of a man's back. It was the indifferent dark aura, which reassured Qingyin and was familiar to her. She moved her small face closer and rubbed it: "I finally found you."

"Haha..." Still, someone couldn't help laughing: "Fool..."

The voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear. The man looked at Qingyin with eyes lowered, and without turning his head, the man had already knelt down in fright, and even the guards by the side suffered together.

Qingyin only cared about continuing, and the man, staring at her every movement, simply supported his head with one hand.

"God, turn around and look at me."

"God, don't ignore me." The tone slowly became tense, and she slapped the painting with her little hands: "Turn around."

"Knock, knock, knock." There was an extremely slight knock on the door, and the man hurriedly regained his senses, beckoning the kneeling man to open the door.

Outside the door, a man who looked like a guard walked in, bent down, and whispered in the man's ear.

There was a smile on the corner of the indifferent mouth, and the eyes that were slightly hurt before became a little bright: "Really."

"People are already outside the hall."

"Okay." The man waved his finger lightly: "All of you, take her to the secret room."

"Yes." Several people retreated, and the remaining two stepped forward, one left and one right holding Qingyin's arm.

"Let go..." How could she step obediently, her brows were tightly frowned, and she pulled the painting on the wall with all her strength: "Di, Di..."

The strength of the two of them couldn't subdue her at once.Seeing this, the man beside him pointed to the painting: "Remove this painting too."

"Yes."

All Qingyin's mind was on the painting, without forcing, she obediently followed to the inner room separated by only one wall.

The two had no choice but to hand over the painting to her. Although they didn't restrain her, they still stayed close to each other, for fear that something might go wrong.

There was a long knock on the door, piercing into everyone's cochlea.

The sound of hurried footsteps, with deliberate forbearance, the man stepped forward and called softly: "Yue'er..."

Reading?Qingyin, who was focused on the person in the painting, was taken aback for a moment, her eyes widened unconsciously, brightening up, Yueer?Reading?
Outside, the silence was restored in an instant, and after a long time, I heard a voice of taking a seat: "Prince Li, you and I are not that familiar."

A cold voice, with a sigh, passed through a wall.

It's so familiar, Qingyin blinked her eyes in a daze, and tightened her fingers holding the rice paper nervously, why can't she remember it?
"Heh...you're right." A self-deprecating smile sounded helpless and sad, and the man sat down beside her: "In front of you, I should call myself...a minister, that's right, Yueer... "

The woman didn't insist anymore, but she didn't say another word.

The seat where Qingyin was standing happened to be the direction with their backs facing each other. She stretched out her hand and caressed the smooth wall: "Yue'er." She murmured silently in her heart, and her brows were once again puzzled.

"Yue'er." The man whispered again unwillingly: "Although you are the empress, you are...his slave after all."

"No." The woman bit her teeth resolutely, and squinted at him with cold eyes: "I am me, what slave, after what, do I have to reiterate it to you? Prince Li, everyone said that women are too smart, right?" Okay, huh... But I have to say, man, if you are too persistent, it may not be good."

The indifferent tone, it's her, it's her...

Qingyin jumped for joy for a while, but after that, she returned to a boundless bewilderment, just like the emperor, who is she?
Outside, there was the sound of fingers tapping on the table.

"Li..." The tone came again, with a bit of gentleness, softened: "Be safe and be a prince who has no worries about food and clothing, isn't it good?"

The sound of tapping fingers disappeared in an instant.

The suffocating air made Qingyin tense up, she muttered, and slammed her hands against the wall in front of her: "Read..."

Before the words at the end could be followed, the mouth was tightly covered by the person next to them. Both of them had nervous faces, and their wrists were also in pain from being strangled.

"Um..."

"Heh." Outside, the woman's voice was calm. She straightened her clothes and stood up. The tear mole in the corner of her eyes was bewitching and confused: "Since Prince Li still has a beauty appointment, then I won't bother you."

"Yue'er." The man wanted to get up eagerly, and grabbed her slender wrist with a big palm: "I don't care about anyone else except you."

The woman stopped and stared. She stretched out her hand and pulled his finger down: "Li... I came here just to warn you."

"Don't fight him, he was born to conquer, you can't fight him..." The woman's calm eyes fell into the distance: "Isn't I a living example? Not willing to be tamed, we , until today..."

"Yue'er." The man took her hand again, his thin lips slightly parted, but she stopped him: "Li, there are some things that should not be said or not." She was still so calm and so aloof.With a wave of hands, the distance between the two was opened.

"Okay, I've said what needs to be said." The woman walked towards the outside of the house with a cold body.

"Hmm..." Qingyin's imprisoned body struggled vigorously, Yue'er, Yue'er.

So familiar.

The two exchanged glances at each other, and dragged her back vigorously, her feet kept kicking and she was so anxious that she shed tears: "Well, let go..."

Outside, the woman raised her footsteps and paused, she frowned slightly, and looked at Prince Li behind her with some doubts.

"Yue'er." The man stepped forward anxiously, wanting to explain, but saw her shake her shoulders needlessly, turn around, and strode out.

Panting disorderly, the woman sighed softly towards the high-hanging full moon: "Yinyin, I seem to hear your voice." After speaking, she smiled wryly and walked forward again: "Yinyin, what are you doing? where."

"Master, I'll be punished with death." Only when the woman's figure was gone, those two people brought Qingyin out of the secret room, knelt down with fear on their faces.

"Yue'er, Yue'er..." As soon as she let go of the restraint, Qingyin strode towards the door: "Woooo..."

The man's gray face froze for a moment, he stepped forward with some surprise, and grabbed her arm: "What's your name?"

"Yue'er..." She kept repeating with her small mouth.

"You know Yue'er." The man leaned closer, his pupils full of inquiry: "Tell me, do you know Yue'er?"

"It hurts..." Qingyin stared at his tightly clenched fingers aggrievedly, one shoulder shrugged with his strength: "I know Yue'er."

The man's face could no longer hide his excitement, he bent down seriously, with a slight smile on his mouth: "Then tell me, who are you from Yue'er."

"Who is it?" Qingyin's ignorant eyes seemed to be thinking, after thinking for a while, she still looked blankly at Prince Li's face.

The original joy slowly faded from his face, how could he forget that she is a fool, if he said something, she would follow.

She let go of her hand, but Qingyin grabbed her sleeve: "Yue'er, who is it?"

Why when I think of this name, there will be a strong force in my heart, as if I want to rush away, which surprises her inexplicably.

"Take her down." The man waved his hand and returned to his seat: "Don't be negligent, let someone take care of you."

"Yes."

The man looked at the candles in the house, got up with a headache, pushed open a window with one hand, and looked up.

After several days of searching, there was still no progress, and there was a faint sense of anxiety, which only gave rise to a little anxiety.

"My lord." Inside the military tent, a guard walked in holding a sharp knife above his head.

"What is this?" Mingxie put down what he was doing, and watched the guard approach step by step.

"Return to the lord, this subordinate found this outside the military tent, and there is a letter on it." The guard put the sharp knife and the letter in his hand on the table in front of Mingxie, and stepped aside.

Mingxie's slender fingers stroked, but did not spread out: "You all step back first."

"Yes"

It wasn't until he was the only one left in the tent that he opened the letter in his hand with a serious expression. As his gaze moved down, his face became more and more serious, thick and hard to melt.

With a 'bang', it hit the table heavily, and the water glass beside it poured down, gradually soaking the letters spread on the table.With clenched fists and a look of resentment, Mingxie violently lifted his hands and threw the table in front of him a few feet away.

"My lord..." The guards stationed outside hurriedly leaned in: "What's the matter?"

"Get out!" Shouted angrily, Ming Shi stared at the mess on the ground, and strode outside.

His mood was extremely depressed, and he wanted to protect her well, but made her a target of public criticism and a weak lifeblood that threatened him.

Standing on the highest point of the pile of yellow sand, he looked into the distance, towards Ming Dynasty.That's right, it was dark there, and with Emperor Hades around, there would be no light for a day.But... he couldn't let it go, he was deeply concerned about the water and soil on that side, facing the wind with his hands behind his back, he raised his head in contradiction, and closed his eyes lightly.

My own father, in order to keep the peace of the Ming Dynasty, fought on the battlefield all year round. In the end, his bones... were buried in a foreign land.

The raised face fell to the distance again, his dark eyes sank for a moment, and he returned to calmness.

Turning around, striding to the stables, the black figure jumped up.

In the side hall of Prince Li's Mansion.

Qingyin was pressed by two maids on a chair beside her, and when she wanted to move, the pressure on her shoulders increased a little: "Let go..." She swayed from side to side angrily, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"My lord, the man has arrived." Following the announcement, the man put down the wine bottle in his hand and got up to greet him.

"The prince of the Ming Dynasty, I have admired him for a long time..."

The one who stepped in was a Ming shirt in a black gown, and the cold handsome face did not regain its original tension after seeing the safe and sound voiceless.

"Woooo..."

"Let her go." With an order, the two maids behind her obediently let go of their hands, Qingyin pouted and rubbed her shoulders with both hands.

(End of this chapter)