The regent's spoiled princess wakes up

Chapter 256 I'm Not My Senior Sister

"Madam! I beg Madam to give this servant a life!" The maid who was kneeling behind began to kowtow violently, her scalp was almost broken on the ground, and she kept shouting, "Give this servant a death!"

"Master Hou really thinks so?" The old woman on the drunkard's chair spoke slowly, tilted her head to look at the pair of men and women kneeling on the ground, and said with a sneer, "On weekdays, Yue Lan is doing her best to serve me. Misunderstood, please don't be harsh on Lord Hou."

"Honghu, although she was wrong for a while, she can't stay anymore. In my opinion, she should be sent out of the house?" Chen Yang carefully looked at the wrinkled face of the woman in black.

"Well, let's send it." Honghu nodded in agreement, and then said to the disheveled maid, "Yue Lan, you and I are master and servant, and now we want to part, I can't do it empty-handed."

The little maid was already trembling, she neither dared to cry nor begged for mercy, she just nodded and shook her head while whimpering.

"I have a high-quality elixir here, named 'Wangyou', which is a pair with that 'Zhu Xin'." Honghu took out a small red porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and tied it with a white cotton thread.

As soon as she heard that she and "Zhu Xin" were a couple, Yue Lan's heart was instantly ashamed, and she knelt on the ground motionless.

Chen Yang was also so frightened that his spine felt chills, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

"This girl is embarrassed to come and pick it up by herself, Lord Hou, you can give it to her," Honghu glanced at the man in white, and handed the red porcelain bottle to him.

Chen Yang was stunned, and took the bottle tremblingly, as if he had picked up a hot potato, not knowing what to do, he turned his head and asked, "I don't know what effect this Wangyou... has?"

"Wangyou Immortal Grass can make people feel unconscious. Even if they go up the mountain of knives or down the pan of oil, they can't feel a trace of pain. They are also deaf and blind, so they can no longer see or hear all the suffering in this world," Honghu leaned his head on the backrest of Drunkard Yi, tiptoed the ground, and the Drunkard chair shook slightly, "Tell me, isn't it very good?"

"Yes, it's pretty good." Chen Yang squeezed the red porcelain bottle tightly with one hand, and covered his beating heart with the other.

Compared with those enemies who were tortured to death by her in the past, just being deaf and blind, and not feeling pain, is considered very good.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang took the red vial and approached the little maid, "Yue Lan, you... take the medicine."

Yue Lan also seemed very satisfied with this punishment, and Chen Yang poured "Wangyou" without much struggle.

She originally thought that his wife would give her heart-wrenching torture, but it turned out to be just poison, which made her deaf and blind, which wasn't too bad.

After about half a cup of tea, Yue Lan felt light all over her body, and then the darkness in front of her eyes closed, her ears were buzzing, and then she couldn't hear any sound anymore.

She wanted to move, but found that her hands and feet were weak, and even her sense of touch had become dull, her body was limp and limp, as if it wasn't her own.

Only then did the old woman on the drunkard's chair stand up tremblingly, and took off her black cloak, and she was wearing a thin gray cross-collar priest's robe inside.

"Yo, I really didn't feel it," Honghu kicked the maidservant on the ground, showed the dagger in his hand, bowed down, scratched Yue Lan's face casually three times, then raised the knife and dropped it, beheading her. With all her fingers, she put away the dagger, and showed a creepy smile to Chen Yang, "Okay, let Xingbai come in, and sell this girl to a low-grade brothel on Xiyuan Road."

Yue Lan didn't know what Honghu did to her, nor could she hear her words, but felt warm blood flowing from her face and hands, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

"Master Hou, are you there?" Yue Lan's voice was still clear and clear, and she groped twice in the air with her bare palms.

Chen Yang was so frightened that the red porcelain bottle in his hand rolled to the ground.

"Aren't you going to help her?" Honghu sat back on the drunkard's chair, poured himself a cup of tea from the table next to him, and hummed a little song.

The hoarse voice struggled to sing the Jiangnan ditty, and the originally melodious tune became sad and dry.

Chen Yang tremblingly walked over to help Yue Lan get up, handed her over to Xing Bai who was guarding the door, and gave her a few more instructions before coming in in a daze, walked to Zui Weng Yi, and stood there blankly.

There was still a pool of blood on the ground, which was left by Yuelan just now. At this time, the morning light was getting brighter, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling.

Only now did Chen Yang truly feel the cruelty and cruelty of the person next to his pillow.

"What are you panicking about?" Honghu took a sip of tea and said with a "puchi" laugh, "Even if she is in the kiln, she will not feel any pain, even if she is pricked by a needle, it will feel like a feather caress. How nice do you say?"

"Honghu!" Chen Yang blushed and took a breath, but he couldn't hold back after all, "You...what do you want to do? Yuelan is just..."

Just as he was about to say, "I just waited on me for one night", Honghu looked up at him, Chen Yang swallowed his words again, and asked, "You...how did you escape from Yang Xuan's grasp? of?"

"Of course you don't want me to come back... to disturb your good business," Honghu looked at him and his face suddenly darkened, with determination and fierceness in his eyes, he reached out and grabbed the lapel of his heart, pulling him closer , "Chen Yang, I told you that I am not my senior sister, do you remember clearly?"

The voice was not very loud, but it carried an ice-cold and heavy sense of coercion, making it breathless.

Honghu looked down on egrets from the bottom of his heart.Back then, Egret had powerful mana, if she was half as decisive as herself, how could she have died in Suoxian Well?
However, what she didn't know was that she also had weaknesses.Under the submissive appearance of the man next to her, he had already seen through her.

Behind Chen Yang's seemingly cowardly eyes was a confident smile.The egret is trapped by love, so why not the swan?Honghu killed Yuelan, but couldn't bear to kill himself, which is the best proof.She has long been deeply rooted in love with herself, and there is nothing she can do.

"I...I remember," Chen Yang pretended to take a half step back nervously, and said carefully, "Honghu, don't be angry. I told you that I was careless for a while and that little girl took advantage of me..."

"Chen Yang, if I can push you to a high position, I can pull you down and put you under my feet." Honghu moved to the side, closed Erlang's legs, sat cross-legged on the drunkard's chair, and pointed his chin at his side The vacant seat said, "Sit down!"

Chen Yang nervously sat down next to her, but felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He wanted to hug her and coax her as usual, but he felt disgusted.

How did that delicate and charming little girl suddenly turn into an old hag? How can people deal with it?
The sky gradually brightened up, and the white sunlight shone through the window lattice, illuminating the two figures sitting on the ulterior motives, seemingly in harmony with each other.

Honghu meditated with lowered eyes, and Chen Yang was thinking about it.

"Husband... madam, why did you go away for so long last night?" Chen Yang resisted the discomfort in his heart, gently tugged at her sleeve, and said softly, "I don't know how worried I am about you."

(End of this chapter)