maid's harem life

Chapter 8

Qingyin hurriedly stepped forward: "Ah, let go."

"Woooooooooooooooooo." His eyes widened, but he didn't let go.

The woman had no choice but to stretch out her hand, grab the dog's body, and pull it back.

Eunuch Fu was stunned, looking at the two of them, this time, the emperor didn't kill, and he didn't even get angry.

Qingyin hugged the dog into her arms and pulled it back with all her strength, the two sides saw each other like this.

Until there was a crisp tearing sound, the exquisite workmanship, which took a year to sew, was torn to pieces.

Qingyin didn't have time to be afraid, she fell forward with her whole body, and when she let go of her hands habitually, she threw herself on the man's lap.

A faint fragrance came, and the woman hurriedly let go of her hands and raised her eyes.

Underworld Emperor leaned over to look, under the golden sunlight, the man's face was full of bewitching charm, Qingyin was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his attention.

"The emperor spares my life, my majesty spares my life."

Emperor Ming took a step forward and walked around Qingyin's side. Behind him, Eunuch Fu gave the woman on the ground a puzzled look, and hurriedly followed.

After a while, Qingyin raised her head, there was no shadow of Emperor Hades in the imperial garden.

The woman waved one sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead, picked up the dog on the ground with one hand, and folded it back.

Lord Yao went to Prince Shifu's mansion today, he had some time to spend while listening to music, and helped the cook pick vegetables in the kitchen.

"Voiceless." A servant girl called softly, beckoning to the woman.

Putting down the work in hand, Qingyin walked out.It's the maid from the next room, Xiyan.

"Xihiko, what's wrong?"

"Qingyin, Mammy Yi is looking for you."

"Nurse Yi." The woman followed behind Xi Yan and put down her rolled up sleeves.

"Yes, people all over the yard are looking for you. Don't talk too much later, just let her reprimand you," Xiyan turned around and instructed.

The woman buried her head and nodded.

"If you can't find anyone, what's the use of you." From a distance, I heard Mammy Yi impatiently training the little maid, her voice seemed to be restrained to the extreme.

Qingyin shrank her feet, but still followed.

"Nurse Yi, Qingyin is here." Xiyan stepped forward and greeted the maids at the side: "Quick, pick up the things on the floor, I don't have any vision."

"Nurse Yi." The woman called out timidly, raising her eyes.

Without the imaginary scolding, Mammy Yi pulled Qingyin in front of her in a calm voice: "Eunuch Fu has given orders tonight, the concubine Yao is going to bed, and it happens that her personal servant girl is not feeling well, so you can take this medicine. "

The maid on the side put the medicine cup in the woman's hand, and retreated in panic.

Voiceless didn't doubt that it was there, and took it.

The medicine cup is carved from white jade, with a tiny hole carved into the top, through which a few wisps of medicinal smell waft out.

The body of the cup is transparent, and the rich black concoction can be vaguely seen.

"Send it soon." Yimao glanced at the sky: "The emperor is going to the Sacred Heart Hall soon."

"Yes." Qingyin carefully picked up the tray and walked out.

"Nurse Yi." The servant girl beside her wrung her hands tightly and looked at the woman's back anxiously: "In case the concubine Yao wants to pursue her..."

"What are you afraid of? She gave the medicine, and when the time comes, it must have nothing to do with you." The corner of Mammy Yi's mouth curled up sullenly: "We are all doing things for our own master. If something happens, you can You have to weigh it carefully."

"Nurse Yi." Xi'er lost her mind and wanted to chase her out.

"Stop." Nanny Yi grabbed her elbow with one hand, and slapped her hard with her backhand: "Useless things, Xiyan, come over and watch your sister. If you dare to do bad things, see if I don't pick up on you." Skin."

"Yes." Xiyan put down what he was doing, and tugged on the woman's sleeve: "Sister, I can't be sure, the medicine has already entered the Yaofei's mouth."

Xi'er dropped her shoulders in despair, and hugged Xiyan tightly: "This time, I'm afraid I might even lose my life."

Nanny Yi sneered disdainfully, and turned into the courtyard.

Qingyin carefully carried the medicine cup and came to the Sacred Heart Hall.

In front of the palace gate, the woman stepped over the high sill, passed through the inner courtyard, and entered the bedroom of the demon concubine.

Inside the house, there was a rich fragrance, enveloping the whole room.

The white veil was tangled above the wide bed frame, fluttering down, and the woman was wearing sky-colored clothes, standing with her back to herself.

Qingyin stepped forward, put the medicine cup on the table beside her, and then softly called out: "Yaofei."

The woman turned around, with a trace of sadness hanging on her beautiful face, and she was not in a high mood: "Why are you?"

"Back to Yaofei, Mammy Yi said that the maid was unwell."

The woman nodded, without further investigation, she picked up the medicine cup with one hand and rubbed it lightly with the other hand.

Her eyes flashed like a knife's edge, Yaofei lifted it up high, but she didn't hit it in the end.

Sighing lightly, the woman raised her head and gulped down all the medicinal juice.

Qingyin didn't know what it was, she just looked at her, the moment Yaofei lowered her head, her eyes were filled with astringency, and she put the medicine cup heavily on the table.

"You go down."

"Yes." Qingyin hesitated, but turned around slowly.

As soon as she returned to the east courtyard, Nanny Yi got up and called her over: "How is it? Have you had a drink?"

"Drink it." Qingyin couldn't help it, and asked again: "Nurse Yi, what kind of medicine is that?"

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, and laughed with a strange expression: "Go to the blessing medicine, I will drink it before going to bed."

Qingyin stopped making a sound, there is a set of rules in this palace.

Early in the morning of the second day, Qingyin served Mingyao had breakfast and went out.

"Voiceless." A female voice stopped the woman, and the next moment, her hand was pulled over.

"Quick, the demon concubine is looking for you."

"Yaofei." Qingyin followed behind in confusion, the woman ran very fast, in the stuffy air, there was only the sound of footsteps hitting the corridor.

After finally reaching the Sacred Heart Hall, the woman let go of Qingyin's hand: "Go in quickly."

Without any hesitation, Qingyin stepped in.

In the courtyard, there was a faint cry, and Xi'er knelt down while shaking her body.

The concubine Yao's clothes were a little disheveled, she stepped on the ground with bare feet, all her black hair fell down, and she looked a little more lazy.

The woman stared at Qingyin closely, from the moment she stepped in, the coldness in her eyes gathered around her.

"The servant has seen the demon concubine."

The woman took a few steps forward, supported her chin with one hand, her tone was cold, her eyebrows and eyes raised high: "What did you put in that cup of medicine yesterday?"

Qingyin was startled, and wanted to shake her head, but her jaw was tightly clamped: "I don't have any."

"No." Concubine Yao let go of her hand, and walked to Xi'er beside her, "That's you."

"No, no, concubine Yao, I didn't feel well yesterday, I really don't know." Xi'er kowtowed in fear, her forehead hit the ground heavily, a little bit of redness oozing out.

The woman stood up, her figure was graceful under the thin clothes.

Qingyin raised her eyes, the concubine Yao was charming, her whole body was full of traces of love, her fair neck was not covered up at all.He raised his head slightly, his eyes were sour, and he was so hazy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

The corner of Yaofei's mouth curled up, and she picked up the white jade medicine cup in the maid's hand with one hand, and smashed it heavily on Qingyin's forehead.

"Hmm." The woman snorted softly, and she fell to one side unexpectedly. On her cheeks, warm liquid kept gushing out, and Qingyin felt her eyes darken, and half of her face was covered with blood.

The woman propped her hands slightly on the ground, and straightened her body: "I don't know what I have committed."

The concubine Yao suddenly laughed loudly: "Haha..., I don't know what I did."

The woman picked up the medicine cup and smashed it down again on the original sore spot.

"Bang." The jade medicine cup was scattered on the ground together with Qingyin.

"Ah..." Xi'er beside her screamed out in shock, and fell limply on the ground.

Qingyin touched her forehead with her left hand, and wet her hand with a handful of blood.

Struggling to get up on her knees, the woman repeated feebly: "Servant, I don't know what I have committed."

The concubine Yao squinted her eyes dangerously, and her four eyes met. The woman's eyes were full of firmness and sincerity.

The woman averted her eyes in a bit of embarrassment, turned around and came to Xi'er.

"Yao, Yaofei, it really has nothing to do with slaves."

"What are you in a hurry for?" The woman stood up, took the whip beside her, and raised her chin.

Xi'er bit her lower lip tightly in fear, tears streaming down her face, and her body trembled even more.

The concubine Yao didn't speak again, but she backed away and stroked the woman's cheek with one hand: "Tell me, what kind of medicine was put in the medicine cup."

Xi'er kept shaking her head: "No, no, I really don't know..." Her voice was hoarse, and the heart that had been built so high collapsed in front of the woman.

The fingertips were shining brightly, and in the tightly closed hands, there were actually three extra silver needles, with sharp ends, which gently scratched Xi'er's face.

"Don't, don't..." Having seen the woman's tricks with her own eyes, Xi'er stared at her hand in horror, not daring to move it.

The silver needle drew a faint red mark on her delicate face. Xi'er was startled, her eyes blinked in fear, and there was a trace of despair in her half-closed eyes.

"Do you know, if this continues, even the best imperial doctor can't fix it, don't you want this face?"

"No, Concubine Yao..." On the woman's face, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears.

Qingyin prostrated on the ground, opened half of her clear eyes, and saw a line of dried blood winding under Yaofei's dress, on the inner side of her white thigh.

"I'll ask you one last time, to say or not to say."

"I don't know..." Xi'er's eyes were tightly closed, it's not that she didn't say anything, but she couldn't say it at all.

"Okay." The woman nodded, and swishing forcefully, the three silver needles penetrated half an inch.

"Ah..." Xi'er's face twitched, the pain was like heart-wrenching, and there was no drop of blood where the silver needle was inserted.

"Hmph." Yaofei sneered, her patience exhausted.

With the fingertips tightly together, the three silver needles slashed down along the woman's full cheekbones, winding to her chin.

Shocking, hot blood was left behind instantly, and the three scars were opened from the inside out, completely ruining the face.

"Ah..." The woman held half of her face sadly, curled up in pain, and that sound pierced through the entire palace, echoing for a long time in desolation.

(End of this chapter)