Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 68

The two confronted each other like this, and Donghua said in a deep voice, "Incompetence and acceptance are two different things, don't confuse them."

"A servant who does not do his job well will naturally be punished, and what I just said seems to be very different from what the prince understands."

The two of them were talking, and the atmosphere fell into a serious atmosphere unconsciously. After Hualou finished speaking, Donghua didn't say anything, but coughed. Hezhou heard the coughing sound and hurried in. Donghua thumped lightly on the back.

While beating, he brought Donghua clear water. Donghua coughed for a long time before it slowly eased down. It seemed that it was really serious.

"Master, drink some water." He Zhou said softly.

Hualou pondered, looking at Donghua in front of him. His improvement is not very good, and he didn't see him wearing much clothes last night. He probably caught a cold last night.

I always thought that Donghua's illness was just a cover, but I didn't expect that his health seemed to be really bad.

"Did the lord catch a cold last night?" He Zhou raised his head and was about to answer when he heard Hualou's question. I caught a cold."

Hua Lou frowned deeply, didn't she just ask if she caught a cold last night?Could it be that what He Zhou wanted to tell her wasn't these words?

She didn't delve into it, but said, "Are there any medicinal materials in the mansion?"

"Nothing."

After hearing Hezhou's reply, Hualou raised his voice and shouted, "It's like water."

When Sishui heard the shout, he quickly trot in from outside: "Girl? What's the matter?"

"The things I used to have in the mansion haven't been touched, have they?"

Sishui nodded: "No, girl, we keep all your things intact."

"Then you go back and find a crimson brocade box in the cabinet where I used to store sundries, and bring it to me when you find it." After Hualou finished speaking, Sishui left quickly.

Donghua looked at her and said, "What are you looking for?"

"It's medicine. I remember that there were pills for treating wind and cold in my brocade box." Hualou said while eating, and she never stopped chopsticks.

"You are not a doctor." Donghua was afraid that she would take out some kind of poison.

Hualou swallowed what was in his mouth, looked at Donghua and said, "If I don't understand, why did he ask me to protect Rong Xi?"

She didn't mention Donghe's name, nor did she say the emperor, just a simple word, he replaced it.

Donghua frowned, and said in a cold voice, "But the child is gone now."

That's right, the child is gone, and it's useless for her to protect her pregnancy. In the end, the child is still doomed to die.

"It can only mean that the child was cast in the wrong fetus." Hualou's words were very cold, and the indifference spread instantly, and He Zhou froze slightly. This topic seemed inappropriate for him to hear.

Donghua signaled him to go out, and he left quickly. The moment he stepped out of the screen, he heard Donghua say: "I didn't expect that you would really be cruel."

After Donghua's words fell, the painting building froze slightly, and his two beautiful eyebrows were tightly knit together. Then Donghua heard the words he didn't expect: "I didn't do it."

"What did you say?" Donghua seemed to have heard a big joke.

They agreed on something, and indeed the little prince died, but in the end she said that she did not do it!No one will believe it.

Facing Donghua's questioning, she frowned: "Your Highness doesn't believe it?"

"Do you think this king should believe it?"

"Believe it or not is not important anymore. I thought it was the prince who did it, because I left before I could do it myself. I don't know what happened to the little prince afterwards." Saying this, he took himself to the pit and left.

Donghua still vividly remembered what she said at the time.

"The words you said at the time caused such a big reaction from him, how did you know those secrets?" Donghua looked at Shen Hualou coldly, and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Before Hualou opened his mouth, Donghua continued: "Don't say that you want to save yourself, you should know that self-help is not going to the rocks, but you touch Donghe's edges and corners again and again to test his bottom line. Stepping on the edge just right every time, why?"

"What does the lord mean, Qianji doesn't understand." Hualou lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes concealing her complex gaze, Donghua reached out and lifted her chin.

"who are you?"

Hualou looked at him, and replied coldly: "Your lord's question is very strange. Does anyone else dare to pretend to be Qianji and approach you?"

Donghua looked at her with eyes like water, but with the coldness of conversation, as if he could see through everything. Her small cheeks, skin like cream, white with pink, seemed to be able to wring out water. Yan Ran is still the same as before, but her eyes are looser, and her former softness is gone.

"It's hard to guarantee that there are people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!" Donghua squeezed her jaw tightly, and his tender skin turned red when he pinched it, facing the king up and down like this, her skin that could be broken at the flick of a finger, In the dim light, it seems to be able to pinch water.

Before he could exert any force, she felt as if she was about to shatter.

A strange feeling came to his heart, Donghua slowly relaxed his strength, but he didn't let go, Hualou blinked slightly, his long eyelashes were like two feathers, just like that, they landed on Donghua in twos and threes. On the tip of Hua's heart.

All the way to the painting building, he said in a cold voice: "Does the lord think I'm that daring person? I regret my life very much, and I really don't want to die!"

Donghua woke up suddenly. He almost mistook Qianji for Shen Hualou. Suddenly, Hualin's voice woke him up like a dream. He straightened up and turned his back to her. His expression at the moment was not very good.

Hualou thought of the way he looked at her just now, and his heart froze slightly, a river of spring water was poured into the water, as if it was a fixed ending.

"I don't think you are sorry for your life. You are not afraid of death every time, but I am curious. Are you sure that Donghe will not kill you every time?" Donghua asked with his back to the painting building.

Hua Lou pondered for a long time, and said: "Isn't the prince wanting to avenge Miss Fourth? As long as what I do is harmless to the prince, it's fine. Why should the prince ask whether I will be killed?"

Her words were indifferent, thinking of the year she brought her back, there was hatred in her heart, but she seldom showed it, and after a long time, she seemed to have forgotten it.

But now, it's as if suddenly it's more on paper, and it's shown so unscrupulously.

Indifference, ruthlessness, hatred?

"If you die, this king will lose a pawn!"

Hualou snorted and laughed: "It's just a chess piece, I am willing, and I hope the prince will be decisive, just like you said, I may not be able to get the soul nectar in such a short time, maybe, if he is dead, play An emperor would know!"

Hualou's words made Donghua's back shudder, she said it lightly, will the next emperor know?What's the meaning?Let him usurp the throne?
"Qianji, the next emperor? This king suddenly wants to know if you say this to Donghe, will he spare your life?"

The corners of Hualou's mouth curled up slightly, as if mocking: "There are many things that we will not know until that moment, how about we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I don't know if the prince can afford to gamble?" Hua Lou then asked.

Donghua turned around slowly because of Hualou's words, and Shen Hualou's eyes were firm at this time, which made Donghua's heart skip a beat.

But I heard Hualou say again: "I bet the prince can't save Shen Hualou who is lying in the east chamber!"

Donghua hasn't replied yet, but his face is already ashen, and the anger in his eyes, using Shen Hualou as an example, does Qianji not want to live?
"What did you say?" Donghua said angrily.

Hualou looked at Donghua, and said thoughtfully: "I remember the prince said that when you die, Shen Hualou will die. If you live, Shen Hualou will live too. Today I also feel that when Shen Hualou dies, I live and she lives." I'm dead!"

After Shen Hualou's words, Donghua remained silent.

Seeing that Donghua didn't answer, Hualou said: "The prince didn't answer because he didn't accept it in his heart, but I still want to say what I want to say today. I will try my best, but I may not get the Dihunkou! The prince also It may not be able to save Shen Hualou."

Hualou would not know at this time that her words lit up red in Donghua's mind, implying that, for the sake of my own survival, even if I get it, I may not give it to you!

In the past, Qianji would be afraid of being abandoned by him if she couldn't get the soul nectar, that was the only remaining attachment to him in her heart, and his clothes were cold, so she could wrong herself.

But now, her rebellion was prevalent wantonly in his eyes.

Donghua stared at her fixedly, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "You have changed."

Hualou didn't answer the call, and heard Donghua continue to say: "But this king is still alive, and she is dead."

Let her hear such words, she is actually heartbroken, the human heart is made of flesh, some people, you think he is very good, but he quenches the poison behind the smile, let you die with ten thousand arrows piercing your heart, You think some people are unbearable, and you hate him so much, but what he does for you behind the scenes may not be to kill you.

Now she still doesn't know the conclusion, and she doesn't know whether she will return to her body, but if she can go back, she has already gone back, so at this moment, perhaps it is already doomed.

Both of them fell into silence for a while, at this moment, Sishui also ran back from the west wing, holding the crimson brocade box in his hand.

She rushed in suddenly, and her crisp voice interrupted the silence between the two: "Girl, is this the brocade box you are talking about?"

Hualou turned around and saw the brocade box in her hand, it was snowing outside, her long hair and skirt were covered with snowflakes, she was blushing and panting as she ran.

Hualou took the brocade box and took out a handkerchief for her to gently wipe off the snowflakes on her hair. When she touched it, it melted. Hualou smiled faintly and said: "As soon as I touch it, she will melt, go quickly Let Fleeting Year take a picture for you."

Sishui smiled slightly, blessed her body, and went out.

Donghua frowned slightly. These two girls were usually very reserved, but now that they were with her, they were a little more playful.

Such a heartless woman is also kind to those who care about her. Among the ladies, princesses, and princesses he has seen, no one would treat maids like her. No, there is one person who is like this, and that is Shen Hualou .

He looked at her with bottomless eyes, complex and intertwined emotions in his heart.

Hualou sat down slowly, and shouted to the outside: "Come here, withdraw the dinner."

As soon as she finished speaking, the servants outside came up one after another to remove the things on the table, and she said to the leader, "Is there still goat's milk wine in the mansion?"

"Girl, there are more."

"Warm two pots and bring them over in a while." She looked at the maid and confessed.

"Okay, girl."

"What do you want goat's milk for?"

On weekdays, she hates the smell of mutton. She doesn't even eat mutton, let alone eat it. She has to separate even the pots and pans that have been stained. Her nose is so sharp that others say it has no smell. But she could still smell it, she would vomit as soon as she smelled it, and she was very delicate.

Now she suddenly said to warm two jugs of goat's milk wine, if he drinks, one jug of wine is enough.

Hua Lou didn't raise his head, still lowered his head to hold the brocade box, but said coldly: "Of course I want to drink it, otherwise, what do you think goat's milk wine can do?"

"In the past, you didn't eat any mutton or beef. You thought the smell was too strong. Can you drink goat's milk wine?" Donghua said lightly.

Hualou didn't know that Qianji didn't eat before, so it was difficult to say why for a while.

He had no choice but to reply in a cold voice: "There is nothing wrong with suddenly wanting to try it out. Besides, one must learn to change."

"It's a good thing to have changes." Donghua's words were very light. Looking at her bowing her head to do things under the faint candlelight, she just sat there quietly, and she looked very much like Shen Hualou. She used to speak without expression. Unlike, now it seems that everything is alike.

Su Zhi always told him, every time I come to your mansion, I always feel that something is missing, such as lack of popularity.

He told Su Zhi that there are already enough people in the palace, and there are a lot of servants and servants.

Su Zhi said he lacked a woman.

At that time, I didn't feel it, and Qianji had always been a woman in the house. Apart from the maids who served, she was really the only woman, but she lived in the west wing, and he rarely moved around in the east wing. Every time I speak, there is a gap.

It's much better now.

Hualou held the wire and tapped her brocade box lightly, causing Donghua to frown deeply. A good wife from someone else's family must embroider and make clothes under the dim candlelight, but Shen Hualou is Picking the lock with a wire in the dim candlelight.

She tossed for a long time and still hadn't opened it. Donghua couldn't see it, and said, "Where's the key? Lost it?"

Hualou heard Donghua's words and said, "What do you know, I don't have a key for this brocade box."

Donghua's eyebrows flickered, and the tone of her speech became more and more indifferent.

"Then you don't have a key, what are you doing locked?" Donghua said and took a closer look. A strand of long hair slowly flowed from her ear to her cheek. She felt that it was blocking the light, so she stretched out her hand I went to pull it behind my ear, but it fell off again after a while.

"It's all rusted, you still want to open it with wire?"

Hualou didn't care about Donghua's words, and just started to straighten her hair and locks on her own. Seeing that she was a little restless, she slowly stretched out her hand to smooth her hair, gently Hiding behind her ears, he really wanted to see how she used a thin wire to open an embroidered lock.

Both of them were silent and did not speak, Donghua sat beside her, Hualou didn't notice, the distance between the two of them couldn't be closer at this moment, there was a little gap between their cheeks.

Donghua smelled the fragrance from the painting building, and his dead heart seemed to be beating slowly. He suddenly felt that the room was a little hot, and wondered if the fire not far away had heated up?
After opening the painting building for a long time, she found that the eye that was originally reserved had been embroidered so much that the wire could not be inserted in it, and she had to slowly use a needle to penetrate it.

Thinking about it, she prepared to call Sishui and the others to find a needle for her. Unexpectedly, when she turned around, her cold thin lips brushed across Donghua's lips. Red, a little unsteady breathing.

She looked at Donghua and blinked her eyes. For a while, it seemed like a hole had leaked in her heart, and for a while, she forgot what she was going to say.

Donghua looked at her twinkling pupils, his mind became more and more unsteady, but he heard Hualou say lightly: "My lord, do you have a needle?"

"Pfft~~" Sishui and Fleeting Years were peeping on their stomachs after finding no sound outside the door. On such an occasion, such a scene, Donghua almost kissed Hualou's lips, but he heard her casually say, Lord, do you have a needle?
Even if you are looking for a needle, you shouldn't be asking the prince for it. How could he have a needle for a man?

Hearing the laughter, they all retracted their heads back. Donghua closed his eyes and coughed lightly, but Hualou shouted nonchalantly: "Sishui, find me two embroidery needles!"

Sishui was not sure if she really wanted a needle, so she poked her head out and asked, "Girl, why do you want embroidery needles?" She said with joy in her words.

Hualou frowned slightly: "If you want your mouths to be sewn up, hurry up and get them."

Sishui smiled lightly and said, "Girl, don't be angry, Sishui will go find her right away."

As she spoke, she ran slowly towards the embroidery room at the back, and took the needle back after a while. On the way, she met a servant girl who was delivering goat's milk wine, so she let him go back first. It was freezing outside, so she also stopped by The goat's milk was also sent.

"Girl, this is an embroidery needle, and this is goat's milk wine. The servant is here. If you need anything later, you can call the servant again. Liunian and I will guard outside." She smiled faintly as she spoke, as if Shui looked at the painting building, looking like he wanted to have a fit but couldn't, and then looked at Donghua, Prince An, who was usually indifferent and cold, now had a faint smile on his mouth.

(End of this chapter)