maid's harem life

Chapter 40

Qingyin looked up and saw his tired face, she thought to herself, as long as Yaofei could wake up, she hugged her knees with both hands, and lowered her head.

Priest Fan put his hand on her shoulder, Qingyin raised her head in surprise, seeing him hesitant to speak: "Qingyin..."

"En." He answered softly, his eyes were sincere and firm, and his words were even more forceful: "If one day, what I do hurts you, you must believe that I am doing it for you." it is good!"

Although Qingyin was ignorant, she was still shocked. Seeing that he seemed to have made some important decision, the eyes that were exposed outside the ghost's face became deeper and deeper: "You are not suitable for this place."

This is not his own world.Only when Qingyin thought about it, her heart began to ache again, why did she let herself come to Ming Dynasty, with a bit of annoyance, the woman raised her small hand and hit her head.

"What's the matter?" Priest Fan bent down worriedly, and the two shadows under the moonlight overlapped half of each other.

"Oh, it's nothing." Thinking of what he did just now, Qingyin secretly smiled, but before the corners of his mouth opened, he retracted it.The only gleam of light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

"Your hands, and your body..., go back quickly, I'm here." Priest Fan pointed to the blood stains on her face. The priest looked away guiltily, such blood color really stained her.

Qingyin followed his line of sight, landed on her hands, her eyes tightened, and she retracted her hands behind her back: "Fan Ji, I'm fine."

"Voiceless." Priest Fan raised his head slightly to her side: "Do you know what the blood slave means?" There was concern in the words.On the one hand, he carefully observed the expression on her face.

"Blood slave." The woman frowned involuntarily, and bit her red lips lightly: "When I first came here, the deputy priests called me a blood slave, but I never understood."

Voiceless looked at him hopefully: "What exactly is a blood slave?"

"Then..." Priest Vatican paused, "It's about a blood curse."

Blood curse?Qingyin became more and more confused. On the way to Yunnan, the old woman's words still lingered in her ears, and now she can't get rid of them even more.Covering her ears with restless hands, her reaction naturally shocked the Vatican Priest.

"Voice, voiceless..."

She came back to her senses, swallowed with an unnatural expression, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead: "I don't know why, when I heard the blood curse, it seemed like a fire was burning in my head." Little, it is scorching and burning, and it can't be extinguished no matter what."

Priest Fan widened his eyes in surprise, stared at Qingyin for a long time, and then said: "It seems that the blood curse will really work."

"What blood curse?" Qingyin asked curiously, but the more she wanted to delve deeper, the more panicked her heart became, and she felt so bored that she was about to suffocate.

Seeing that her complexion was not very good, Priest Fan smiled lightly: "It's okay, that's a long way off."

Qingyin's small hand tightly grasped the neckline: "Your Majesty..., have you been cursed with blood?"

I don't know why I blurted it out, Qingyin wanted to cover the corner of her mouth, but it was too late.

Priest Fan stared at the woman in front of him in a daze, only to see her eyes were clear, and immediately regained her absent-mindedness: "How could you think that the emperor was under a blood curse?"

"That's all I said." Qingyin smiled awkwardly: "Thinking about it, it's just something in the book."

"What would you do if the person you love the most got the blood curse?" Priest Fan carefully probed, with his hands on his side, his slender legs straddling the long steps.

Qingyin let go of her collar grip, and rested her chin on her hands instead, her small face was facing the bright moon in the sky, and a holy halo was painted on her cheeks: "I will accompany him."

"Stay with him." Priest Fan repeated those three words in his mouth: "Even if it's..."

Qingyin nodded seriously, and looked into the man's eyes: "Even if it is sinking, even if it is going to hell..., even if it is, live in darkness forever."

As if making a solemn oath, the woman's eyes were shining brightly, and her pair of small hands were tightly clenched.

"If your destruction can be exchanged for his rebirth, what would you do?" Priest Fan asked without thinking, and clenched his big hands, just waiting for the woman's answer.

Qingyin smiled in relief, and slowly let go of her tightly clenched hands. She looked into the distance, her bright eyes were full of brilliance, and in one click, the surrounding dark colors were rendered out. The brilliance of hope: "That would be the best. At least, he is alive and can remember me. Some people remember that I have been here, and...someone cares about it."

As she said that, the woman's eyes were overflowing with crystal, and her heart was sore and bitter, hot tears kept rolling down her cheeks: "I just want him to remember, my name is Qingyin."

Priest Fan took a deep breath, and the expression under the ghost's face was well concealed: "Who is he?"

A scene flashed in Qingyin's mind, a woman was tied high on the altar, the fire was burning, and the smoke was so thick that she couldn't see the man's face clearly. In the pool of blood below, the man was naked from the upper body, with his hands open Standing on the edge of the wall, his expression is painful... The wailing sounded like the voice of a trapped animal: "It's the emperor, it's the emperor..."

Xiaozui screamed, Qingyin was still immersed in the artistic conception, and when she saw the Brahma priest in front of her clearly, she panted hurriedly, with lingering fear in her heart.

A big warm palm caressed the side of her face, wiping off the already cold tears one by one, a flash of pity flashed in her eyes, seeing her staring at him tightly, her pupils seemed to be slack: "Qingyin, Voiceless..."

Patting her small face with the palm of her hand, Qingyin only kept panting, her warm breath slowly injecting a warm current in her heart: "Priest Fan, I'm fine."

"It's really okay." Priest Fan let go of his hand uneasy, with an unnatural stiffness on his face, after thinking about it, he also realized that his actions were too intimate, so he opened the distance between the two.

Although Qingyin had regained her senses, her eyes were still timidly confused, so she didn't notice anything unusual about the Brahma priest.

He looked up and looked up: "Hey, it's almost dawn."

"It's still early." Priest Fan turned to look into the hall, seeing that it was still quiet inside, then looked at Qingyin: "Go back and rest first."

But she shook her head stubbornly, and tapped her curled up feet a few times: "You are worried about the concubine Yao, right?"

Seeing that he was silent, Qingyin continued talking on her own, but her eyes did not look at the priest, but stared at the top: "The priest and the demon concubine will definitely be happy."

The man looked down at her, but he didn't take her words to heart. The happiness between him and the concubine Yao could not be achieved with just a word from Qingyin.

However, Qingyin seemed to insist on it, she straightened her feet, and smiled brightly: "The Brahma priest and the demon concubine must be happy."

The man turned to one side, and saw a smile in the corner of her eyes, but the warmth did not reach the bottom of her eyes. Presumably, she was still worried about Emperor Underworld.Priest Fan looked away, not wanting to see her like this, pretending to be strong in front of others.

"My concubine Yao, do you think we will be happy?" He smiled wryly and shook his head, his tone full of sourness.

"Of course." Convinced as always, Qingyin didn't speak any more, but flashed a pair of colored contact lenses. Strangely, the Vatican priest seemed to be infected, sweeping away the haze, and smiled in relief.

Looking at the sky, the anxiety became more and more obvious on her fair face. The woman frowned, as if counting the time with her fingers.

Seeing her like this, Priest Fan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "At this moment, the emperor's bedroom should be deserted. If you are really worried, go and have a look."

When the central matter was mentioned, Qingyin half-opened her small mouth, unable to speak for a moment.Priest Fan saw that her face was flushed, so he got up and entered the hall.

The moment the door was closed behind him, Qingyin stood up with his hands on the ground, quickly patted the dust on his body, and walked out quickly.

The sound of footsteps was patter, and the rhythm became more and more intensified. Qingyin trotted all the way to Emperor Ming's bedroom. The strange thing was that Eunuch Fu was not outside the palace.

She leaned her small head against the edge of the gap, inside, the room was quiet, there was no sound at all, Qingyin looked around guiltily, seeing that there was no one else, but she didn't dare to break in by herself.He had no choice but to point his eyes at the door of the palace, and kept looking inward.

It was so dark that I couldn't see anything.

She clenched her fists in disappointment, and looked around again until she made sure that there was no one there, then carefully pushed the door of the palace, and it opened in one fell swoop.

Qingyin pulled back her body abruptly, and kept patting her chest with her small hands, she was so frightened to death, she almost fell into it with too much force.

It was really dark inside, so she closed the door with her backhand, and had to move forward step by step carefully. Since she couldn't see, she poked her hands all the way, finally touched the edge of the table, and then walked to the candlestick Before, light the gauze lamp.

With a 'chi', it suddenly became clear, and Qingyin blocked it with his hands uncomfortably, and then he saw Emperor Ming's bed clearly.

I saw an arm hanging down along the bright yellow veil, on the wrist, the glaring cut was still there, Qingyin hesitated to take two steps forward, the bleeding had stopped, leaving only a scar, so glaring.

Underworld Emperor was only wearing a pajamas, the waist was covered with a brocade quilt, and the bright yellow pajamas had been pulled down to the waist, Qing Yin saw that he was fine, so she let out a sigh of relief.

The man was sleeping extremely uneasy, but he didn't even hear the sound of opening the door and coming in. He seemed to be whispering, so soft that he couldn't hear it at all.

The sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, there was too much blood, Qingyin looked, and saw that his complexion had already recovered, but he looked a little tired.

She knelt down and caressed his wrist with her little hand, her fingertips were cold, just like the blood he splashed on her face now.

(End of this chapter)