maid's harem life

Chapter 25

Qingyin raised his head that was lowered, and the held hand shrank unconsciously, but he held it tighter: "Your Majesty, he understands love."

When Underworld Emperor hugged himself, that feeling was still there, his body was stained with his bewitching and evil spirit, and his mind was full of the focused eyes when he wiped the back of his hand.

She doesn't believe it, he doesn't understand love.

Mingxie let go of Qingyin's hand helplessly, and forced himself not to look at her messed up body: "You don't understand, you don't understand Emperor Ming, you don't understand... this Ming dynasty. You don't even understand how cruel the current emperor is. Vicious, how many people's blood has been stained on him..."

Qingyin was stunned for a moment and had no words to answer, so she could only hold her breath dryly, her eyes were covered with hazy mist.

"Lord Xie..." The woman called softly, coming from behind her.

Qingyin turned around and saw that it was the concubine Yao, she didn't bring the accompanying maid by her side, the color of the sky she was used to brightened the dark night a bit.

"My lord Xie, the dinner party is over long ago, why are you still in the palace?" The concubine Yao stepped forward, without paying any attention to Qingyin, but walked directly towards Mingxie.

"Your Majesty didn't rest too..." He turned his gaze back to Qingyin again, and that glance was full of deep meaning.

Concubine Yao looked at the two of them boredly, and the smile on her cold face gradually increased: "Qingyin, didn't I ask you to come back first? Why... you are wearing the emperor's cloak again."

Qingyin hurriedly shook her head, and gripped her hands even tighter: "Niangniang, it's not..."

"Last time, I remember that you went to bed that night, today..." Yaofei didn't say anything to her at all, she put one hand on her shoulder and rubbed it slowly.

Qingyin opened her mouth, a sudden soreness came from her shoulder, she turned her head slightly, but saw Yaofei's face was harmless, with a hint of playfulness in her smile.

Mingxie's expression didn't fluctuate too much, his bright black eyes shone slightly, and they were hidden with just one click.

"Qingyin..." Yaofei seemed to be in high spirits, she smiled brightly, and turned to Qingyin: "From now on, I will let you serve the emperor personally, how about it?"

The indifferent breath blew into her ears, and Qingyin felt her brain explode. The figure of Hades throwing away her resolute back was imprinted in her heart vividly like a piece of bright red iron.

Mingxie and Yaofei's words, she didn't listen to a word, in a trance, she just felt her arm was pulled: "Go back with me."

"Yes." Qingyin Xiang Mingxie blessed her body, and then followed behind the concubine Yao.

When the two passed by the man's side, the concubine Yao stopped and looked at Qingyin: "You go first."

Mingxie's cold side face was covered with a layer of afterglow by the moonlight, her thin and cool lips were tightly pursed, and she held Yaofei's arm with one hand: "Don't think that this king doesn't know what you are planning, and push Qingyin to Ming God, you want to kill her."

"Hehe..., the always indifferent Prince Xie is actually angry, tsk tsk tsk... I really don't understand, how can a little maid have such great charm?"

Mingxie turned his face and stared at Concubine Yao: "You know very well that once Qingyin falls in love with him, he will die, Yao..., you really don't have any humanity at all?"

The woman gritted her teeth fiercely, and threw off his restraint with one hand: "I have no humanity? Shit, since when did you become kind, I just want to bet on whether that devil has love or not."

"If you bet, you will lose Qingyin's life if you bet."

The concubine Yao looked into the distance with piercing eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Xi..., I can't help it. I don't want to live a day like this." The woman turned around sharply, staring at Ming Shi: "What if I win? That would be the end of Emperor Hades."

The demon concubine's mournful hands wrapped around his arm tightly: "Don't you hate it? Shi..."

Hearing this, Mingxie opened his arms and held her tightly in his arms, put one hand on top of her head, and gently tapped her back with the other: "Demon, don't hurt the innocent, one day, I will save you out."

The woman kept shaking her head in his arms: "No one can save me, not even Brahma. My life has been completely ruined by Emperor Hades." Go, put one hand on the red gold copper pillar, stare into the distance: "I can't care about so much..."

Mingxie turned around and saw Yaofei staggering forward, feeling more and more heavy.

The black figure gradually became indifferent, and the woman trotted into a corner, her long-suppressed mood dissipated in an instant.

"Yaofei, are you alright?" Qingyin approached uneasy, but made her step back a few steps in horror, with a bit of bewilderment in her eyes.

"You... Didn't I tell you to leave first?" After seeing who was coming, Concubine Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your servant is worried, so I'll just stay here." Qingyin looked at her worriedly, but she saw her eyes wide open, panting slightly.

The concubine Yao nodded when she heard the words, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the wound on Qingyin's forehead. She subconsciously wanted to ask, but when she touched her clear eyes, she swallowed it.

"I'm fine, you can go down and rest first." With a wave of her hand, the concubine Yao leaned against the wall exhaustedly, her chin raised slightly.

"Your maidservant, please take your mother home." Qingyin put one hand on her slender wrist, her hand was so cold.

"No need..." The concubine Yao flung her hand away again uncontrollably. Seeing the woman backing away unsteadily, the hand that was just about to be stretched out to grab her was still forced down by herself: "Qingyin, don't be sorry. I'm that good."

The concubine Yao raised her eyes, and seeing her looking straight at her, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but it was extremely bitter.

"People like me are not worth it."

Qingyin opened her mouth, and what she was about to say was blocked by the concubine Yao: "I will go back by myself, you should go back first."

Reluctantly blessed by blessings, Qingyin still obediently walked towards the residence.

The concubine Yao was still leaning against the wall, her back felt the coolness constantly rushing in, she spread her hands on it, trying to wake herself up a bit.

Priest Fan's indifferent eyes are deep in his heart, Fan, do you really want to push me away step by step?
The night is as cool as water, and the light that sprinkles is projected into the garden, but only a few.

When Qingyin returned to the house, the maids living with her had already fallen asleep.He took off the cloak on his body and pressed it under the pillow. This is the second one.

Getting under the quilt, she moved her hand to the window, a piece of shougong sand on her arm, what would it be like?

"Qingyin, you just came back." The little girl on the bed next to her poked her head out of the quilt, her eyes seemed to be closed, and she yawned softly.

"Well, I'm bothering you." Qingyin lay down and tucked the quilt around her shoulders: "Go to sleep quickly."

The servant girl nodded tiredly, frowned, and then fell asleep again.

Qingyin shrinks back, but she tosses and turns and can't fall asleep, her forehead and hands are in severe pain.

I didn't feel it before, but now that the bed is warmer, it hurts even more.

Just like that, Qingyin spent the night in a daze, and just after dawn, she got up and went to the Sacred Heart Hall.

A few servant girls stood in front of the concubine demon, she hadn't got up yet, the hanging white curtain covered the scenery inside, Qingyin quietly stepped forward, and stood respectfully beside her.

The room was full of fragrance, the gauze curtain was lifted suddenly, Yaofei propped up half of her body, retching continuously.

"Niang Niang..." Several people hastily wiped the corners of her mouth with towels on their hands.

The concubine Yao slightly raised her head, Qingyin saw that her complexion was very bad, so she lightly hammered on her back with one hand: "Concubine Yao, servant girl, go and call the imperial doctor."

"No." He grabbed her wrist fiercely with one hand, and his face became even paler: "Don't call the imperial doctor, I'm fine."

Qingyin bent down and gently patted her on the back. After a while, Yaofei stopped.

Changing clothes for her, Qingyin felt relieved when she saw that her face had recovered a little rosy.

There was a full table for breakfast, Yaofei only had a few mouthfuls of light food, and then she lost her appetite, and she was lazy, Qingyin had to call a few people, move a reclining chair, and let her rest in the yard rest.

"Sister Yao..." A cheerful voice came quickly, and Lingmo's petite figure put on a white shawl and ran in.

"Mo'er..." The concubine Yao turned her face sideways to look at her, and pulled her over with one hand.

"Sister Yao..." Lingmo squatted obediently, and rested her chin on her lap: "Yesterday, I poured a glass of wine on Concubine Li and even pinched her."

Concubine Yao burst out laughing, put one hand on her head, and patted it lightly: "Mo'er, you did the right thing."

Voiceless suppressed her smile, she is really the same person.

Straightforward, but not annoying.

"Sister Yao, why do you have such a bad complexion? Did your brother bully you again?"

Yaofei paused, pursed her lips and thought for a moment: "Mo'er, there are some things you don't understand."

Lingmo didn't ask any more questions, she put her head into her arms, and patted her legs with one hand.

"Qingyin, go ask Yuchu to make some sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Concubine Yao looked at Lingmo dotingly: "Our little princess likes to eat it the most."

"Yes, servant girl is going now." Qingyin Fushen withdrew.

Lingmo turned her head to look at her back: "Sister Yao, does brother like her?"

Concubine Yao followed her gaze and raised her upper body slightly: "Don't worry, your brother won't like anyone."

"No..." Lingmo retorted hastily, with a small face full of anxiety: "My brother likes me."

"Okay." Yao Fei smiled and lay back down: "He just likes you."

The two leaned together for a long talk, and the rare sunny day added a bit of laziness.

Qingyin walked along the long corridor, the cold winter is about to pass, today's sky is even warmer like spring is coming.

"Hu Zhaoyi, Hu Zhaoyi..." A mournful voice came from the palace not far away, very similar to that crying sound.

(End of this chapter)