maid's harem life

Chapter 39

Inside the Sacred Heart Hall, all the maids stood guard outside the hall, and the door was closed tightly: "See the emperor."

Seeing Emperor Ming come in, they all knelt down in fear and fear, with their heads lowered even more.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Qingyin walked in front, put her little hand on the hidden palace door, hesitated for a while, and knocked lightly three times before pushing the door and going in.

Inside the dim gauze lantern, the candle flame flickered, and flickered a few times with the wind leaking in from the door. I saw the priest standing guard in front of the demon concubine. Several people.

"See Your Majesty."

Underworld Emperor waved his hand lightly and avoided it. Qingyin stepped forward and stood beside the Brahma Priest. The two looked at each other and then turned their heads.

Emperor Hades didn't go forward, but walked to the table beside him, with a solemn expression, and called Qingyin over.

After walking a few steps in confusion, Qingyin stopped, and Emperor Hades handed a small dagger into his hand.The delicate texture still hurts the palm of the hand.There was a gloomy cold light at the tip, and every time I moved my hand, it shook so much that I almost couldn't open my eyes.

When she was flipping through the pages, she suddenly stretched out a hand in front of her: "I want you to strike down this knife."

Qingyin raised her eyes, and saw the man pull up his bright yellow sleeves to his elbows, clench his slender fingers into fists, Emperor Hades pointed his wrist at the small bowl on the table, and squinted at her: "Still in a daze what."

Qingyin looked at the dagger in her hand and felt that it weighed a thousand catties: "I dare not."

She would never dare to slit someone's wrist with a knife, let alone the Underworld Emperor.

"Qingyin, didn't you come here last moment to beg me to save the concubine Yao? Why, this knife saved a life, you really don't dare." Underworld Emperor looked sideways, and saw her pale face. With a small face and trembling hands, he almost couldn't even hold a knife.

Hearing this, Qingyin swallowed hard, approached with trembling hands, and retracted the moment he touched his wrist.

"Qingyin, I want you to remember that the blood I shed this time is for you." Emperor Ming's words stunned all the people present. He still maintained the previous silence, and under the ghost's face, he couldn't see any joy or anger.

Qingyin's eyes were sour, and she looked up, the hot tears welled up in her eyes, she could only see Mingdi's shining eyes clearly, with a strong hand, she pressed the knife hard on his wrist .

The bronze complexion reflected a cold chill from the silver dagger: "Your Majesty, please bear with me."

Qingyin gritted her teeth, grasped the wrist of the other with one hand, and slit open the sensitive blood vessels of Hades.

That scarlet and flirtatious spewed out uncontrollably, with a jerk, Qingyin hurriedly closed her eyes, and the cold liquid dripped down the woman's forehead one by one.Between the lips, the fishy smell became more and more intense, and when he opened his mouth, he actually bit his own lip.

Qingyin felt so distressed that she almost gave up and opened her eyes tremblingly, but her eyes were blurred and she couldn't see anything clearly.He raised his right hand and wiped it. How could there be so much blood? Moreover, Emperor Hades' blood was actually cold.

Her face was wet and greasy, and the more she rubbed it, the more flustered she became. A few drops got tangled on her eyelashes, blocking her clear vision.

What's going on here, my own knife is only enough to cut the flesh.

The white porcelain bowl was full of blood, mottled down the smooth rim.And the wound on Emperor Hades' wrist was still bubbling down, dripping on the table, dripping on the soft blanket.

On the bright yellow dragon robe, the nine-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread strangely absorbed the cold dark red, and the dragon's eyes were getting lower and lower, red as if half the sky had been burned through.

Qingyin smelled the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, the dagger in her hand dropped unconsciously, and with a sting, pulled her back.He took two steps back, clasped his hands helplessly, and stepped on the blood stains with a slap, his feet were stained beautifully.

"Your Majesty..." Choking and unable to utter a word, Qingyin took out a brocade handkerchief with trembling hands, and wrapped it round and round around his severed wrist.But the blood, as if it would never flow out, completely stained the plain veil.

Voiceless was in a hurry, so she tore off a piece of the skirt, and held down the man's hand, but it was still the same, the coquettish red, almost as soon as the plain material was pasted on, spread rapidly, and the magnificence in full swing, between the fingers, was full of that Viscous: "How could this be? How could this be..."

It was a kind of endless despair. When Qingyin closed her eyes, tears began to flow down her face. She never thought that with her little strength, Emperor Hades would bleed.

Seeing her bandaging up in vain, Hades put his other hand on her shoulder: "It's useless."

"Then what should I do? Tell me what to do." In a hurry, she forgot everything, Qingyin wrapped her hands around his arm: "I'll call the imperial doctor."

Underworld Emperor turned pale and raised the corners of his lips: "Remember, my blood is for you."

How could Qingyin care so much, she kept nodding her head, and tears kept streaming down her face: "I know, I know..., I'm sorry."

"Eunuch Fu." The Vatican priest standing beside him finally spoke: "The Emperor Fu returns to his bedroom."

"Yes" Eunuch Fu stepped forward with a trembling voice, and pushed Qingyin's hand away with one hand: "Your Majesty."

Underworld Emperor glanced at him, then turned around, Qingyin still kept his hands in the same movement, and with the careful support of Eunuch Fu, he walked out of the Sacred Heart Hall.Outside the hall, there were a few exclamations from the servant girls, but they disappeared in their throats.

Qingyin looked at the blood stain winding towards the outside of the hall, sank her head, and buried her face in her palms.Priest Fan stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder: "Qingyin."

"How could this be..." With tears in her eyes, she kept repeating a question: "How could this be."

"Okay." Priest Fan put his arms around her shoulders and let her lean on him: "I'll be fine tomorrow."

"But, the blood can't be stopped..." Qingyin's broken voice pierced through Priest Fan's cold clothes, and his hands patted her violently shaking shoulders: "Don't be afraid, It's fine."

Qingyin's eyes suddenly fell on the bowl on the table, he stretched out his hand to push Fanji, and wiped away his tears indiscriminately: "Vanji, you should save Yaofei first."

Looking at the woman who was still asleep on the couch, Priest Fan walked to the table, hesitated for a while, and reached out to pick up the bowl.

"Fanji, if there's nothing else, I'll go down first." Qingyin sniffed, her head hurt slightly, and her feet were so heavy that she couldn't move them.

The Vatican priest nodded and agreed: "Okay, you go down first."

Walking outside, when the cool wind blew, Qingyin closed the door of the palace, and hugged her arms tightly in the cold. The full moon hung high in the sky, and the light shed was cold.She walked forward slowly, the ground was still red, and she walked along the corridor, as if she couldn't reach the end no matter what.

He paused hesitantly, thought for a while, and was constantly entangled in his heart, finally turned around and walked towards the other side.

The previous steps were big and hasty, and they were stopped slowly when they were about to approach the Emperor Hades' bedroom. As always, Eunuch Fu stood guard outside the hall with a solemn expression. When he saw Qingyin coming, he did not stop. As enthusiastic as ever.

There seemed to be anger hidden in the eyes, but Qingyin didn't notice it, she turned her head and looked at the hidden palace door: "Eunuch Fu, is the emperor okay?"

Eunuch Fu didn't answer, and he didn't even want to talk to him. He was afraid that he couldn't restrain himself, so he turned his body to one side.

Qingyin was entangled tightly, holding his sleeves with both hands: "Eunuch Fu, did the emperor call the imperial doctor? Has the emperor's bleeding stopped?"

"Hey..." Eunuch Fu pulled, but saw that she was pulling so tightly that the knuckles of both hands turned white: "What were you thinking when you went down with that knife?"

"I..." Qingyin faltered and couldn't speak, she really never thought about it, if she was not in a hurry to save Yaofei, she would not have the courage to cut the wrist of Emperor Ming.

Eunuch Fu grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled it down forcefully: "You should go back first."

"But." Qingyin pursed her lips, her eyes were fixed on the closed palace door, the deep red was still deeply engraved in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"Go back." Eunuch Fu turned his face away impatiently, not wanting to say another word to her: "Tonight, the emperor will not come out."

Voiceless lowered her eyes in disappointment, the deep worry became more and more obvious, her thin face was lifeless, she moved her feet, but lingered in the same place all the time, it was not right to stay like this Only then did he raise his head: "Eunuch Fu, this servant and maidservant will leave."

Seeing her like this, Eunuch Fu softened his heart for a moment, but he was still thinking about the knife that Emperor Hades received, so his face was not necessarily pretty, and he just waved his hand.

Voiceless gritted her teeth hesitantly, and finally stepped forward heavily, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she looked behind her from time to time.

In the sleeping hall of Emperor Hades, the light shone alone in the dark night. Qingyin returned directly to the Sacred Heart Hall, and saw the Vatican Priest sitting on the stone steps at the entrance of the hall, his broad shoulders could not bear the burden of waiting. torment.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, went up the steps, walked to a position close to him, then turned around and sat down beside him.

Priest Fan looked up and saw that it was Qingyin, he only took a look, then put his head back into the crook of his arms.Seeing that he didn't want to talk to anyone, Qingyin rested her chin on both hands, and asked: "Yaofei, how is it?"

Priest Fan didn't answer right away. After a long time, he sat up straight, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "I guess it will be the day after tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)