Tian Sheng Monster Hunting

Chapter 10 Handkerchiefs
Wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

The bottomless forest was like the ferocious eyes of a beast, trying to swallow her alive, she swallowed, the wind was still there, the rain was still there, and the night was still there.

Her eyes were as bright as daylight, bright enough for her to see her brother lying on the ground like dead ashes, his eyes similar to hers opened angrily, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, with one hand still raised The sharp sword that accompanied him to the battlefield, there were three bloody wounds on his chest, crawling on his body that should have been intact, like an abyss in a high mountain, in the abyss, blood just spurted out like that, covering his silver ashes Clothes were dyed bright red.

And beside him, lay the mother, a beautiful face full of fear of death, tears still hanging on her face, looking in the direction of her son, the light green clothes on her body were stained with blood red three times, becoming The red dress she often wears.

The noble and elegant her, and the high-spirited him all fell in front of them, in a state of embarrassment that had never been imagined.

Their eyes were all open, bloodshot, with protruding whites, and their bottomless pupils remained motionless, reflecting lightning, engulfing the night with her.

There was a bang, violent thunder bombarded, and lightning kept on.

"what!"

Sheng Yang sat up abruptly, surrounded by Xin'er who was guarding him, calling to himself anxiously, and handing over the warm handkerchief.

She wiped the sweat from her head and got out of bed in a daze.

The Princess Mansion was brightly lit, all the nuns and maidservants did not dare to rest, and the soldiers were also patrolling around, the bustle was like daytime.

Everyone in the Princess Mansion tacitly knew that Her Royal Highness, who had always been fearless, was only afraid of thunderstorm nights, nightmares and nightmares, and lit the lights all night.

Sheng Yang walked out of the room, staring at the candle burning lamp under the eaves, and lost his mind for a moment.

"Your Highness, it's getting deeper and heavier. You just sweated again. Put on a coat."

Xin'er put a cloak on her.

"Call Wen Ming."

Wen Ming had already been waiting outside the courtyard, and came in hastily upon summons. On a stormy night, he should have stayed by His Highness's side most, but he was a male minister. There were many eyeliners in the mansion, so he couldn't enter the backyard at night.

"Your Highness..."

Seeing Wen Ming, Sheng Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked away from the lamp.

"How are you doing in the temple today?"

"I found out that because Honglu Temple is a royal temple, consecration is expensive and requires a hundred taels of gold, which ordinary officials and merchants can't afford. Although the young man didn't say anything, I took the opportunity to read their brochures. There was indeed a gold object whose shape was not recorded, and the name of the employer was not recorded."

"He actually deliberately made a gift for her..."

"The little one was also surprised. He thought it was a random gift from the crown prince...Your Highness, it seems that Cen'er has betrayed us completely."

"The prince knew that Cen'er was sent by me, but he didn't know that I also knew that Cen'er betrayed me."

"It seems that we are wise to deal with her."

There was another flash in the sky, and Sheng Yang shivered slightly.

"My third brother is not a vegetarian either. The clues we laid down have been cut off and we can't reach him. Now we can only see Dali Temple..."

"Teacher Duan is a very clever man."

At this moment, the heavy rain was pouring down, Sheng Yang smiled noncommittally, stretched out his hand to catch the rain, but it splashed on her body.

"Your Highness, be careful."

She looked at Wen Ming with a smile, "Boss Wen, have you ever regretted coming back from the army and being trapped in this deep courtyard with me?"

"Your Highness, the thing I regret most in my life is that I didn't go to Honglu Temple with the Queen, the Crown Prince, you... and my father...."

He lowered his head slightly, hiding his fragility.

"Your father has already served you faithfully, so don't bother yourself anymore."

When she was 12 years old, Wen Ming was 14 years old. She was also called Wen Yang. She was the schoolboy of Prince Li Shengyuan.

After that incident, Wen's father died tragically, the crown prince died, but Wen Yang escaped from the hospital because of the abdominal pain that day. After that, he had a lot of troubles, lost his loyalty and protection, resigned from the military post, and returned to the mansion as the general manager. He even inherited the name of Wen's father, and only revolved around Sheng Yang.

Wen Yang, who lived for himself, also died in that accident, and was replaced by him who lived for Wen Ming.

The person Sheng Yang trusted the most was him who had lost a loved one just like her. He was heartbroken but unable to take revenge.

It was late at night, the rain was getting smaller, Sheng Yang was still motionless, the rain was making noise for her, the smell of the smashed soil woke her up, and she forcibly expelled the nightmare. Through the courtyard gate, she saw Song Yi like a pillar. Standing there motionless, she looked up at the dark beams, recalling many past events.

At this moment, the lights in the Taifu's mansion have been turned off, and the darkness is overwhelming, only the Taifu's study room is lit.

Duan Yuzhi stood at the window, listening to the sound of the rain, watching the empty night, full of thoughts.

"grown ups."

A small lamp moved in the distance, and the faint light reflected Qiao's thin face.

"My lord, let's take a deep breath and have a drink of hot soup."

She lowered her head slightly and humbled the soup.It has been six years since she married into the mansion. From the day she married into the mansion, she bent down expectantly amidst shouts, and caught a glimpse of him not bowing down from the corner of her hijab, she knew that Duan Yuzhi did not marry willingly. she.

Although he respects himself, helps his mother's family, and even builds prestige for himself in the mansion, making her a successful headed mistress, but his words and deeds are always telling her to pay attention to what she has in his heart. Location.

This position, of course not.

Every night when it rained heavily, he would stand up all night, thinking about thousands of things, but none of them was for himself, all for the person he liked.

She often wondered what kind of woman it was that made such a person haunt her.

Duan Yuzhi took a look, "It's so late, you should go to bed early and leave me alone."

"Yes."

When she first entered the mansion, she persuaded him to go to bed early, but she never persuaded him again. All she could do was offer hot soup, and he didn't drink it.

"My lord, are you thinking about that girl?"

Duan Yuzhi was slightly taken aback. Although his thoughts were clearly revealed, he never thought that Qiao, who had always been virtuous and dignified, would directly ask her nominal husband if he missed others.

Mrs. Qiao smiled slightly, "My concubine was very envious when she saw that the adults were obsessed with him, so she couldn't help asking, it was offensive."

A look of guilt appeared on his face again, Mrs. Qiao was also an innocent person, if she hadn't married into Duan's mansion to serve him, a heartbroken man, she would have found a good match and respected her for the rest of her life.

Seeing his expression like this, Mrs. Qiao felt uncomfortable, and turned around to leave when she heard him say,

"She's afraid of rainy days."

She turned around in some surprise.

"She was terrified and would have nightmares all night, having difficulty falling asleep."

"Unfortunately, I can't be by her side."

It was also later that he was able to confirm from Rongyue's nightmare that she had indeed seen it at that time, and he regretted not covering her eyes earlier.To her, the first empress and the first prince should not have left that appearance, they were too embarrassing, too ugly, and too terrifying. In the heart of the young Rong Yue, they should be noble, energetic, and always amiable and lovely. Yes, but Rongyue's heart should always be as white as snow, as clear as the sky, free from dust.

Seeing him in a daze, Mrs. Qiao couldn't help being curious, and asked, "My concubine has always been curious, what kind of person is that girl in your heart?"

What kind of woman is worthy of him... Although he showed that he has no interest in him from the beginning, but he is so mature, handsome, talented, capable of everything, reliable and safe... She found that he had too much The advantages made her fall in love with her husband who was hard to get close to.

"She's snarky."

Duan Yuzhi smiled, recalling how she knocked down the teacup head and didn't run back.

"Savage?"

"Yes, she is not like an ordinary woman, unruly, willful, lawless... But she is also fragile, delicate, beautiful, innocent..."

Qiao's enlightenment, there are not many such women in Pingyang... No wonder Tai Tuo is obsessed, and they are indeed different from women from aristocratic families like them.

The pride of the daughter of the aristocratic family made her feel a little bit of comfort. She always thought that she was not virtuous or good enough, but she didn't expect that Grand Tutor Duan liked this kind of woman.

"My lord, I tidy up your clothes today and found a handkerchief missing, do you know where it is?"

She asked unwillingly, her pride gave her a glimmer of hope, maybe the Taifu would feel good about herself after all.She was invited back in eight palanquins. It was not a wild way, and the woman had never embroidered a handkerchief for him. Thinking about it, she might not know how to do needlework. He still used the handkerchief he embroidered.

"Accidentally lost it."

Duan Yuzhi said casually, reaching out to catch the rain.

"That's a concubine..."

She embroidered it herself... She didn't finish her sentence because she was afraid of making Duan Yuzhi angry.

Duan Yuzhi glanced at her impatiently.

"I've told you many times, I've never been particular about those little things, you don't need to handle them yourself, just buy them in the shop and use them at will."

Qiao Shi's face became more and more ugly.

At the far end of the corridor, a black shadow flashed past, Duan Yuzhi's eyes flashed with unspeakable emotions, and he turned his head to listen to the rain again.

(End of this chapter)