box of hearts

Chapter 185
Qiao Yun left the study room and walked west along the corridor, when he suddenly heard a voice that made hair stand on end, shrill, sharp, and extremely short, as if it had been cut off just as it came out of his throat. .He stopped in horror, and listened again, but only heard the sound of wind and insects, so quiet that he doubted his own ears.

He continued to walk forward, and after a while, the horrible voice came again.This time I heard more clearly, not a human voice, but some kind of animal.

Cat.

Qiao Yun turned around a bed of poppies, and saw cats all over the ground.There were countless of them, for they were all cut into several pieces, and some were still writhing twitchingly, and one cat's eyeball popped out of its socket and dragged to the ground.Wu Yi was still dressed for practicing kung fu, wearing layered bottoms, trousers and leggings, and the stone lock gun stick for practicing kung fu was also placed beside him. He only carried a knife in his hand and a sack at his feet.He bent down and took out another live yellow and white tabby cat from the sack and threw it up, the knife in his hand flashed.When it landed, the cat’s head was already in a different place, but it was still breathing. Its eyes were wide open, its long tongue was sticking out, its pointed front teeth were showing its sharp front teeth, and it made a hissing sound. The severed body was rolling left and right, as if Wanting to grab my own wagging tail, blood, flying hairs and viscera everywhere.

Qiao Yun remembered Qingtian Zaiyu, and he couldn't help throwing up.

Wu Yi turned around when he heard the voice, "Teacher? Why are you here?"

Qiao Yun took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, his face gradually regained his composure, "It's a bit early. Master Yi, you can go to the study."

Wu Yi tilted his mouth and wiped the blood off the knife, "Teacher, are you scared?"

Qiao Yun shook his head, "Master hates cats?"

Wu Yi also shook his head, "No, I just want to see what it looks like to be cut into two."

Qiao Yun frowned.At this moment, the torrential rain that had been brewing for a day finally fell.

At this time, in the direction of the Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City, a large sedan chair with melon umbrellas and ceremonial guards drove straight in under the rain, and stopped at the steps of the main gate of Qianqing Palace.A huge apricot-yellow umbrella with 64 umbrella ribs is stretched out in front of the sedan chair, and behind the water curtain and the sedan chair curtain, Qi Sheqi is magnificent and dignified.

Ying Xi, the steward of the Qianqing Palace, came out to greet him personally, "My lord came early today, and the emperor said that it's raining and it's not easy to walk on the road, so I'm afraid it will be later. The lord just goes in directly, and the emperor told me that there is no need to pass it on."

Qi She lifted up the golden dragon dark eight-treasure cloud robe and stepped up the jade steps.After finishing Xiangshou's funeral, his days were still the same as before, the morning court was still three or six, and the rest of the days were governed in Chongding Court in the morning, and he was forbidden to enter the house in the afternoon to explain the current affairs to the young emperor Qi Hong.

When he entered the Dongshao Nuan Pavilion in the palace, Qi Hong was holding his head and thinking hard about something. He raised his eyes to see him, straightened the golden crown on his head, and stepped down to the ground, "The emperor is here. I just have something to do with you." You discuss it. Ying Xi, you watch outside and don't allow anyone to come in."

The sound of the rain is murmuring, and the palace's double eaves, verandah roof, white jade stone platform foundation, three-crossing and six-ling flower doors and windows are all dense, as if hiding some secret.Qi Hong kneaded the brocade robe that was covered with dragons all over his body, and said falteringly: "That, that, that is, that——, next year's big wedding, besides the queen, I also want, um, to have another concubine."

This was really unexpected, Qi She's surprise was evident, "Uh, who is the emperor looking for?"

Qi Hong nodded his head, and his always intelligent and capable face suddenly turned back into an ordinary, frizzy 15-year-old boy.

Qi She laughed softly, "Which girl is this lucky?"

Qi Hong was a bit coy, "Jinsha."

"The maid of the Empress Dowager?"

"Ah."

"Hiss, this is a little troublesome. It's not necessary for the palace servants to be sealed, but the Holy Mother and the Empress Dowager have always been very strict with the emperor, and she is not even allowed to be alone with the maids on weekdays. If the emperor rashly raises this matter, The Empress Dowager is suspicious, so she must not vent her anger on Miss Jinsha, for fear that it will end badly."

"I'm just worried about this, besides, Jinsha is several years older than me, and in two years' time she will be released from the palace, even if I want to delay, it won't be long, so I asked the emperor for advice. "

"It seems that the emperor likes her very much!" But seeing his nephew's shy smile because of his kind teasing, Qi She laughed even more.He understands that a child who is filled with boring etiquette, scriptures, and literature every day suddenly meets a girl who dares to smile into his eyes, and for the first time finds that the corners of her lips are slightly raised. The strength of his body helped him lift the incomparable weight off his shoulders so unbelievably—although it was only for a short while.Qi She has experienced this kind of infatuation. He can even hear the wind that swept across the field when his hand first held Haskiqige's hand many years ago. Over time, the object of infatuation Will be replaced, but this beauty will never be replaced.He is willing to make this good, especially for a lonely young man who, like him, has power flowing in his veins since birth.

After a moment of meditation, he asked, "Dare to ask the emperor, has Miss Jinsha ever served the emperor?"

"Of course, every time I go to my mother's place, she will serve me to eat snacks."

"The minister means—"

After staring blankly at the elder who couldn't speak for a moment, Qi Hong understood, and then said in embarrassment: "No, no."

"Then it will be much easier to handle." Qi She's face relaxed, and he confided his opinions, "Don't be impatient, the emperor, and everything will wait until after we marry the queen next year. By then, the grand ceremony will be completed, and it is not indecent for the emperor to summon the maid again. The empress dowager is not happy, and she will not blame her. If God favors her, a year and a half will pass, and the Jinsha girl is pregnant with dragon descendants, and the emperor can enshrine it according to her own wishes. Even if there is no good news, the emperor can also use the personal administration to add grace Because of this, I was named Jieyu and a beauty. As long as you don’t make any mistakes and proceed step by step, there will always be a time when you can become a concubine. It’s not a big deal, but please be patient with the emperor. There is a trace of whereabouts in front of you."

"I understand." Qi Hong nodded solemnly, his eyes flashed but his face turned red again, "I only dare to speak to the emperor alone, and the emperor still laughs at me."

"I dare not, but I am happy." Qi She was still happy, looking straight into Qi Hongchun's bright black eyes, "The emperor has grown up."

The uncle's handsome outline is not much similar to the nephew's delicate appearance, but the strange thing is that any outsider can tell at a glance that this mature man and this young boy are part of the same family.

It rained heavily until nightfall. After Qi She left the palace, he went back to the palace and the Taoist hall to deal with some chores, ate a few pieces of pasta, and then took a sedan chair to return to the bedroom with red walls and yellow tiles and beast arches.The fragrance of treasures is rising, and the warmth is exuding, leaning on the head of the bed and flipping through the mansion newspaper.I was feeling a little sleepy, but I heard Zhou Dun's voice asking softly outside: "Ziwei, has the lord slept yet?"

Qi Shechang stretched, threw away the mansion newspaper, "Come in."

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Zhou Dun held up a small brocade box with a smile, "Master, it's from Yangzhou."

The lack of interest on his face was swept away, Qi She took the box and opened it, which contained a very heavy envelope and a light and delicate tasseled purse.He casually tossed the purse aside, took out the envelope first, sealed it tightly, and there was a line of familiar Jinxiu handwriting on it: The third brother secretly opened it, the concubine's wealth and life are at stake, it is very important.A bunch of ominous guesses surged up in his head, Qi She hurriedly swept his throat, "Go down."

Seeing this, Zhou Dun raised his heart and took courage, but he didn't dare to intervene, so he withdrew.

Qi She was only worried about what troubles Qingtian encountered in a foreign land, so she tore open the letter impatiently, and pulled out a gold silk paper book the size of a palm from inside.As soon as the booklet was stretched, his solemnity became as thin as paper, and he parted his head, laughing loudly.

But seeing the 24 pages of silk book in hand, ink and color, neatly paved with 24 frames of Gongbi dark erotic palace.Qingtian's painting skills are already outstanding, and after being carefully taught by the chief painter of the court, it is even more extraordinary.The men and women in the painting are arranged elegantly and meticulously. There are those who hold hands and look at each other without saying a word, those who talk in whispers, there are men who sit at the desk and women cook tea for them, and there are women who look at the mirror and men make hairpins for them. The bold one is empty, except for a carved bed in the dormitory. There are two pairs of shoes under the bed, a pair of long and big men’s shoes, and a pair of charming little embroidered shoes. It just fell to the ground, and a scarlet pleated skirt hangs from the gap in the tent. A white cat with one sky-blue eye is looking up and looking inward...every scene is him and Qingtian. The Yanju in the middle of the painting is fragrant and beautiful, and the faces of the couple in the painting are exactly him and Qingtian himself, lifelike and lifelike.Looking at Qingtian, which has been shrunk down to a mouthful on the painting page, she has a jujube-wide waist, a hand as long as a grain of thin rice, and a sandalwood mouth the size of a sesame seed... She has all kinds of charming and beautiful faces that will never be together again. Laughing, something suddenly swelled up on Qi She's body.He stared at the album, unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers with two fingers, and took it in.

After a while, Qi She wiped off the mess that had been drawn out by Rangsa gold paper with a few pieces of thin grass paper.Only then did I realize that there was still a folder stuffed in the last fold of the booklet. I pulled it out and saw a little nun sitting cross-legged on a futon with her back to the Buddha statue. In front of his face was a face full of shame, and Qi She couldn't help laughing until he collapsed.He caresses this meticulous erotic palace, this is Qingtian's chorus to his line drawing, every ink line and every color is her thoughtfulness.Perhaps only a former prostitute knows how to be so considerate to her man.

(End of this chapter)