maid's harem life

Chapter 51

"Oh." She pointed to the plate of cakes in Ye Yatou's hand: "This sweet-scented osmanthus cake, can you give it to me?"

"You can take it if you want." She stuffed the tray into Qingyin's hand: "Even if you take it back, you will share it with each other."

Qingyin took it, and it was really refreshing: "Ye girl, thank you."

She waved her hand, then lightly touched Qingyin's elbow: "I can't stay any longer, I still have to pass on the meal. I'll go find you when I'm free."

"Okay." Qingyin nodded and urged: "Then you go quickly."

Ye Yatou hurriedly stepped forward without the slightest hesitation, Qingyin looked around, fortunately, they were all gathered on the terrace, no one would find her.

She carefully carried the tray and walked forward along the route in her memory. After walking a few steps, she faintly heard light footsteps behind her.

She stamped her feet, not daring to turn her head in panic, and clutched the edge of the tray tightly with wet palms. The feeling of panic became stronger and stronger, she gritted her teeth, and ran forward like flying.

I didn't know that I was able to run so fast that I almost smashed through the ground.

Behind her, that step was closely following her. Just as she was about to turn her head, her mouth was tightly covered, and her body was pulled into a dark corner on one side.

Qingyin desperately grabbed the tray in her hand, and slammed her elbows backwards, but was easily restrained by the man's hands, trapped in her arms: "Qingyin, it's me."

She was stunned, that voice sounded like a sympathy for the prince.

"I'll let go, don't scream." Mingxie loosened his grip as if discussing.

Qingyin nodded hurriedly, afraid that the man would suffocate her later.

Seeing that she agreed, Mingxie let go of her hand, Qingyin patted her chest in fear, this prince, do you want to scare people to death?

Seeing the lingering fear on her face, Mingxie held back a smile, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

Qingyin patted his hand: "Lord Xie, you scared the slaves to death."

"Qingyin." Mingxie leaned against the wall behind him, his cold chin was facing her eyes: "Do you still want to call yourself a slave?"

Voiceless's tongue was dry, and he squeezed out a few words in a daze: "The meaning of Prince Xie is."

He raised his eyebrows, and the disappointment in his eyes revealed a bit: "The emperor's woman, is she still a slave?"

Voiceless was speechless, she tried her best to smile, and looked up at the man in front of her: "My lord, why are you not watching the dinner party, and came here instead."

"Didn't you run out too?" Mingxie hugged her arms in front of her, and couldn't bear to see her pretending to be strong.

"Inside, it's too noisy." Qingyin thought to herself, and thought of such a reason.

Ming Shi didn't say anything, he slowly bent down and moved closer to Qingyin.

Seeing his sudden approach, Qingyin was so frightened that she almost threw the tray away, she pretended to be calm and looked straight at Mingxie: "My lord Xie, you...you should go back."

Silently, the tall figure approached, and the cold breath shrouded Qingyin's top. She felt that something was wrong, and when she was about to escape, her lips were touched by the coldness.

Before she could go deep in the future, Qingyin backed away as if fleeing, her small face was flushed with shock, and her eyes were wide open.

Mingxie maintained the original posture, his eyes turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice: "Qingyin, does my touch make you so uncomfortable?"

Qingyin hurriedly shook her head, trying to defend herself, but she was also powerless: "No..., I'm just a servant, she's already the Emperor's servant."

As if taking an oath, Ming Xie restrained himself with a sentence of "I am the emperor", and Qing Yin herself was stunned on the spot.

The two looked at each other in embarrassment, until there was the sound of noisy footsteps, Qingyin was relieved, and quickly turned around: "My lord, I have something to do, so I will take my leave first."

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, Qingyin left quickly, her pace continued to accelerate, and finally she trotted directly.

Mingxie looked at Qingyin's fleeing back, and stood helplessly in the distance. He didn't leave immediately, but leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes wearily.

It was not until she was sure that there was no one behind her that Qingyin slowed down, stroked her lips with one hand, and bit her lips hard the next moment.

She walked all the way and came to the cold palace.

Pushing open the loose door, Qingyin stepped in cautiously, with thin cold sweat on her hands, she looked behind her again, and seeing no one, she hurriedly called: "Concubine Liang, Concubine Liang..."

Calling, but also looking behind.

The woman's head poked out from the room, Concubine Liang seemed to be taken aback when she saw her, her face full of disbelief.She thought Qingyin just agreed casually, but she didn't expect that she still remembered it.

Qingyin didn't let go of her anxiety until she entered the main hall. She put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table and greeted Concubine Liang who was still in a daze: "You're starving, come here quickly."

Concubine Liang didn't hesitate at all, she stepped forward obediently, supported the edge of the table with both hands, looked at the plate of pastries, but seemed at a loss: "This... is for me."

Qingyin nodded with a smile, poured a cup of tea and put it beside her, she held the woman's wrist with one hand, and pulled her to sit down.

"Today is New Year's Eve, and this is all the servants can get."

Concubine Liang stared at the plate of pastries in a daze: "This is, my sister and I love it the most."

She stretched out her hand contentedly, picked up a piece, and put it in her mouth to bite lightly: "It still tastes the same, it smells so good..."

Seeing her satisfied face, Qingyin also smiled knowingly.Sometimes, people are like this, a small thing can make yourself happy for a long time.

"Thank you." Concubine Liang raised her head suddenly, and Qingyin didn't know how to respond to her thanks: "What's your name?"

"Slave is voiceless." She replied with a smile and squinted her eyes, and pushed the pastry towards her: "Your Majesty, please use some more."

"Okay." Concubine Liang agreed with all her mouth, and she picked up another piece in a good mood: "Qingyin, you are the first one who promised me and did it. I really didn't have any hopes. I didn't expect that you Really remember."

Voiceless but smiling, she sat beside Concubine Liang. Everyone here seems to have a different story.

"In the past, many people promised me, promised to plead with the emperor for me, promised to give me freedom, but in the end." Concubine Liang looked around desolately: "I just stay in this cold cold palace every day. Looking forward, looking forward, heh..., but only looking forward to you."

Listening to her words, Qingyin became inexplicably sympathetic, such a waste of time, thinking about it, life must be worse than death.

"They asked me about the emperor's secrets, and even about the blood curse on the emperor." Concubine Liang looked at Qingyin, her face darkened immediately: "But those who stepped out of this cold palace never came back."

Concubine Liang's words were a bit chatty, she just wanted to find someone to talk to, accompany her, and listen to.

"The emperor's blood curse." Hearing someone mention it again, Qingyin was unavoidably curious, so she asked one more question.

"Yes, the emperor was cursed." Seeing her frowning, Concubine Liang was eager to help her answer: "The emperor's curse can be undone, as long as..."

Before the woman finished speaking, she was stopped by a male voice.

"This cold palace is very lively."

With that familiar evil aura, Qingyin knew who it was without looking back.

After Concubine Liang heard this, her whole body trembled violently, her eyes widened in disbelief as if facing a formidable enemy.

How could Qingyin dare to sit still, the two got up in a panic, tripping the stool to the ground in desperation.

"Chen and concubine see the emperor."

"The slaves see the emperor."

Trembling body, lying on the ground.

Underworld Emperor was not in a hurry to let the two get up, he took a leisurely step forward, chose a chair and sat down.

"Qingyin, why are you here?"

Qingyin heard Emperor Ming's calm questioning, she stabilized her mind, and replied: "Your servant, you are going the wrong way."

She held her breath nervously, and glanced at Concubine Liang beside her.

Underworld Emperor chuckled evilly, and his hazy eyes fell on the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table.The dark eyes deepened even more.

"Concubine Liang, what did you want to say just now?"

The kneeling woman was so frightened that she couldn't speak, she just kept shaking her head: "Chen Qie, Chen Qie didn't say anything."

"Hey..." Underworld sighed and stood up. He turned his back to the two of them and looked outside: "You have suffered a lot these days. How can you use these desserts on New Year's Eve?"

The man's tone was extremely gentle, even with a hint of pity.

Hearing this, the two kneeling people breathed out a sigh of relief. Underworld Emperor pointed his eyes at Eunuch Fu beside him: "For Concubine Liang, a bowl of lotus seed soup... Concubine Liang, this is your favorite."

"Yes." Eunuch Fu stepped forward holding a bowl of dark concoction.The two raised their heads, Qingyin took a look, and felt something strange.

Concubine Liang was even more frightened, she shrank her body and knocked her head down vigorously: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, this concubine didn't say anything."

Emperor Ming turned around and faced Concubine Liang: "I just gave you a bowl of lotus seed soup, why, you are afraid that it may be poisonous."

The tone is light and full of jokes, making it hard to tell the truth from the fake.

Seeing Mr. Fu approaching step by step, Qingyin spread her hands hurriedly, blocking Concubine Liang's body: "Your Majesty, this servant wants to come, it's none of Concubine Liang's business."

Underworld Emperor frowned, his expression seemed to be very distressed, he rubbed his index finger on his resolute chin, and looked at Qingyin: "Qingyin..., why do you have to be involved in everything."

Even in this cold palace, she wants to have a leg.

Seeing that his tone seemed to be softening, Qingyin knelt and crawled forward: "Your majesty, the empress really didn't say anything, so you can go around her this time, the servant will never dare to come again."

She was afraid, and it was because of herself that she hurt others.

Underworld Emperor stared at Concubine Liang, but she didn't dare to look at Underworld Emperor squarely, she just kept avoiding the bowl in Eunuch Fu's hand, when the two guards beside her saw this, they stepped forward, each holding her Concubine Liang's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)