maid's harem life

Chapter 19

After a pause, Qingyin's whole body was like a taut string, and she turned around: "What is the emperor's order?"

Emperor Hades raised his head, and tilted his chin towards the fox-fur robe she had thrown on the ground in a panic: "Put that robe on."

Qingyin knelt down and picked up the robe: "Your Majesty, this..."

"Shut up," Emperor Underworld blocked the words from the woman's throat: "Get down."

Qingyin put the robe on her body silently, and it became warm after a while.The emperor's temper is really weird.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then retreated.Under the feet, red footprints stepped on the ancient altar, adding a bit of weirdness.

Inside the pool, the man slammed his palm into the magnificence, with a bang, thousands of layers of waves were splashed, his fiery red eyes burned through half of the sky, extremely gloomy.

That is, wanting someone, but not daring to put her under him.

A kind of suffering, and how many people know it.

As soon as Qingyin got off the altar, she heard that loud bang, straight as if it hit her heart.

The surrounding area was guarded by guards, and the vice-priest and the Brahma priest stood on both sides. Seeing Qingyin coming down, the man turned sideways to make way.

"The maidservant has seen the deputy priest and the Brahma priest." The woman's lower body is blessed, and her petite figure is hidden under her large robe.

"Get up." Priest Fan looked at the robe on her body, while Feng Qingran turned his face to one side, ignoring everyone.

"Yes."

"How is your majesty?" Priest Fan looked at the pool of blood, but saw nothing but peace.

Qingyin tightened her neckline, and her small face blushed suddenly: "Your Majesty, he is the one who asked the slaves to go back first."

Priest Fan looked at the woman thoughtfully, seeing that her body under the robe was shaking non-stop, the brows under the ghostly face could not help but frown, and waved: "You go down first."

"Yes" Qingyin walked down the stone steps, only one word, but still with a trembling ending.

The man waved his hand, and the guards on one side led Qingyin out, but they had to close their eyes.

"Fan, you don't have any other intentions for this maid, do you?" Feng Qingran looked at the woman's back, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but pursed.

"You care too much." Priest Fan snorted displeasedly: "Feng Qingran, you'd better not meddle in my affairs."

The man's eyes under the ghost's face were gloomy, and his attitude was so tough, it was really chilling.

"Van..."

"Okay." The man's tone softened, but he was still cold: "Our business is to be in charge of offering sacrifices, and I don't want to talk about anything else."

Feng Qingran turned his face away and looked to the side: "Okay, Brahma Priest, please remember your identity."

The man ignored it, and went directly to the altar. Looking at the time, the Underworld Emperor was about the same.

"Okay, open your eyes." A guard stood on the left side of Qingyin and said, the woman raised her eyes, but she was in the imperial garden.The road just now had no courtyard walls, so it probably wasn't the one when I came last time.

Qingyin wrapped the robe tightly around her body, then trotted all the way towards the house.

With this look, don't meet anyone, just thinking about it, when the woman raised her eyes, she saw the oncoming concubine Yao.

Qingyin was stuck in the same place all of a sudden, the sticky red blood in her hair flowed into her underwear along her fair neck, and the winding coolness made her tremble involuntarily.

The concubine Yao stepped forward, narrowing her beautiful eyes excitedly. In her eyes, she was enchanting after seeing blood: "Where have you been?"

"Returning to Yaofei, the servant just came from the altar." Qingyin didn't dare to hide anything, so she had to tell the truth.

"Altar." The woman smiled from the corners of her eyes, and picked up Qingyin's robe with one hand: "This belongs to the emperor."

In the palm, it feels smooth to the touch, the snow-white fur has no trace of variegation, and it is so piercing that people can't open their eyes, just like the man's hostility all over his body.

"Yes." Qingyin raised her eyes a little uneasily, just as she opened her mouth, she felt a slight pain between her lips, and when she touched the tip of her tongue lightly, she realized that it was broken.

"Be bitten by that... demon." The concubine Yao pointed to the corner of her mouth, and her smile deepened: "It seems that he is ill, hehe..., today, I can finally be beautiful. It's time for a meal."

Qingyin didn't realize it for a while, the woman had already walked away with brisk steps, looking up, even the back figure seemed to be dancing, it seems that Yaofei is rarely in such a mood.

Qingyin didn't care much, and hurriedly turned back to her own residence, changed the bloody clothes, and stroked the soft fox-fur robe with one hand, the woman smiled and pressed it under the pillow.

During the dinner, the concubine Yao really had a good appetite, and the bright smile on her face never faded away for a long time.

Qingyin stood in one place, but her heart was raised faintly. She didn't know if Emperor Hades' injury healed?

"What are you worried about?" Yaofei put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up the brocade handkerchief in her sleeve, and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"No slaves."

"No." The woman sneered and slammed her palm on the table: "Don't forget, I am your master."

Qingyin didn't dare to say more, she hurriedly knelt down: "I don't dare."

The concubine Yao stared at the woman on the ground, and yawned lightly with disinterestedness: "It's best if you don't dare, Qingyin, otherwise, I will tell you that life would be worse than death."

"Yes, I have remembered." Qingyin lowered her head, she understood Yaofei's temperament, and she was no longer afraid.

"You, go and ask the imperial dining room to prepare some more supper." The woman stroked her slender finger, put it on her lips and bit it lightly, the shape of her smiling lips was like a crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

Qingyin agreed, and glanced sideways at the table, her appetite was surprisingly good.

After going out of the hall, a few drops of coolness, mixed with bitter snowdrops, hit the face, and it hurt even more.The woman patted her hair, shrank her neck, and walked to the imperial dining room.

The gloomy wind blows, and the boundless dark night hides the only moonlight, partly unwilling, partly reluctant, but finally unable to resist.A little broken and weak hit the ground, and as soon as the foot was lifted, it stuck to it.

Qingyin only felt that her body was very cold, she hurriedly put her hands to her lips and breathed, her legs were also pacing lightly, her eyes inadvertently looked up, her small face was stunned and stiff.

The moment I raised my eyes, the haze disappeared, and the bright disc hung high above the Golden Luan Hall, half swallowed by the dragon-shaped eaves protruding from the corner, and on the other side, tearing apart the dark sky, it was as bright as day .

At the arched part of the half ring, a black figure shines against each other, the wind blows, the corners of the robe fly wildly, the two openings cover the remaining light, and the bright yellow embroidery thread on the body forms a domineering golden dragon, the light flashes, the voiceless He rubbed his eyes uncomfortably, and when he opened them again, it was just empty to the moon.

"Could it be, I read it wrong again." The woman tapped her head with one hand, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and her small face slightly raised: "But, it's obviously a person."

Moreover, that figure seems to have been seen somewhere.

"Qingyin, why are you still here?" Behind him, a servant girl rushed up: "Yaofei is still waiting for your supper."

"Er..." The woman was stunned, hurriedly raised her feet, and started to run: "I'll be here soon."

In the other part of the Ming Dynasty, the Dark Dynasty was left alone and independent. Outside the huge palace, surrounded by rocks, a wide road separated the endless forces and led to the gate of the palace.

Inside the hall, a large pot of bonfire was burning, covering the surrounding corners, and in the middle, the sunken pool of blood was so thick that it couldn't be melted away, and a [-]-meter suspension bridge was built above it.At the end, a golden chair stood in the middle, and below it was a black Persian carpet.

On the four sides of the blood pool, people from the Dark Dynasty stood upright, and on both sides of the suspension bridge, there were Dharma protectors standing on the left and right.

Suddenly, the bonfire dimmed and flickered, and the flames ignited quickly. A man faced the crowd and slowly settled on the throne.

"My subordinates see the Emperor..." Everyone knelt down in unison, and the only thing left was the solemnity of the room.

The man put one hand on the back of the chair, his upper body leaned forward slightly, his untucked hair spread out on the seat, his narrow eyes raised lazily: "Get up."

"Thank you, Emperor." Everyone got up, and under the uniform black attire, no expression could be seen on their faces.

The corner of the man's lips curled up evilly. On the stone wall behind him, there was carved a nine-clawed golden dragon. The sharp claws whizzed out and opened vigorously. The dragon's whiskers passed behind him. Those eyes were actually two red eyes. The gems are inlaid on it.Against the backdrop of the bonfire, it was red, as if it was about to bleed.

"How did the inquiry go about what I ordered you to do?" The man stood up and stepped down the stone steps, his seductive face was fully visible under the light, and his eyes looked at everyone coldly.

One person stepped forward, the corner of his robe fell off, and he knelt down: "Return to the emperor, in the past ten years, no one has seen the bloody concubine again."

As soon as his words came out, the left and right guards on both sides looked at each other, pursed their lips, and lowered their heads.

For a moment, he seemed to be aware of something strange, and hurriedly crawled down, blurting out words, but still incoherent: "Emperor, Your Majesty..."

The man suddenly stretched out a hand, tightly clamping his neck, his slender five fingers were coldly covering his arteries, his body was pulled closer, and his eyes met with the evil and rampant emperor.

"Emperor...rao..." The man came to his senses now, his hands were hanging by his side resignedly, and his legs were kicking in contradiction and unwillingness.His fair face was flushed red.

"This deity has said that within the Dark Dynasty, whoever calls this deity the emperor is...death." Emperor Underworld exerted force on his wrist viciously, the violence in his eyes flashed past, and the last word 'death', The sound of breaking the neck was hidden away.

The people below did not dare to vent their anger. With a 'bang', the man was thrown out and landed in the pool of blood.

Underworld Emperor withdrew his hand and walked to the left and right protectors: "Continue to investigate the matter of Concubine Xue."

"Yes" The two answered forcefully, more like a promise-like declaration. People in the dark dynasty cannot have a ray of light in their hearts.

Underworld Emperor lightly landed on the throne. The heat source of the bonfire kept approaching beside him. He stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly into a fist in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)