maid's harem life

Chapter 42

"Okay." Priest Fan replied firmly, clasping her shoulders with both hands: "Demon, I've seen Qingyin's arm, she doesn't have Shougong Sha."

The concubine Yao was startled, but did not react: "So what."

"Tomorrow, as long as I declare to the whole court as a priest to worship the sky, and use the power of the whole court to restrain the emperor of the underworld. I will give Qingyin some Shougong sand. At that time, the emperor of the underworld has only two choices, or let her Sacrifice to heaven, or die by yourself. He has already been seriously injured, and tomorrow is the ninth day of the lunar new year, as long as he stops Qingyin, we will win," Priest Fan said calmly.

"But, what if he doesn't stop it." Concubine Yao looked at Priest Fan worriedly: "What about Qingyin."

"He will definitely stop it." Priest Fan's face was determined, and his eyes were full of chances: "Until the blood concubine is found, Qingyin can't die, unless the blood curse on him doesn't want to be broken."

"Then, what if Emperor Hades doesn't touch Qingyin after stopping him? After all, Concubine Xue hasn't been found yet, so this curse can't be solved."

"The shougong sand on the spot can only fade away if you have a room. I threaten the safety of the Ming dynasty. At that time, the emperor of the Ming dynasty has only one way, which is to save Qingyin. And the whole dynasty has been passed down. Only a woman who is the son of the emperor can escape the blood sacrifice and eliminate the catastrophe." The priest stood up slowly and put one hand on the edge of the table: "The Emperor Hades has only one choice, and that is to take the voiceless Shougong sand on the ninth day of tomorrow. Fades, and she is not a pure body, demon, we will all be liberated at that time, Qingyin... also don't have to suffer from that blood curse."

Concubine Yao leaned on the bedpost and didn't turn on the sound, as if she was still worried about something: "I always feel that this is inappropriate."

"Demon." Priest Fan walked back to her side: "Leave everything to me, it's fine."

The concubine Yao kept furrowing her face tightly, how could she not worry, when she woke up, there were so many right and wrong.

She held her head in her uncomfortable hands, at a loss for the first time.

"Demon, what's the matter." Priest Fan pulled her hands down: "Don't think about it, you just woke up, take a rest."

Concubine Yao lay down following his force, and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes with one hand, as if she wanted to say something.

Priest Fan patted her head reassuringly, withdrew her hand, and stuffed it into the bed.

As soon as the concubine Yao raised her head, she saw the determination in his eyes. After thinking about it, she closed her eyes and turned her body to the side. Didn't the moment she was waiting for come?Since there is an opportunity, how can I give up.

Priest Fan thought she was asleep, so he took a long leg and walked out.

The concubine Yao lifted the brocade up, and got her whole body inside.I like that kind of darkness, although even breathing is a bit dull.

Qingyin didn't go far, she stayed in the garden not far from the Sacred Heart Hall, and when she saw the priest coming out, she quickly stepped forward: "Priest Fan, Yaofei is alright now."

"It's okay." Seeing her nervous face, Priest Fan stepped over her body and walked forward: "It will be fine after a few days of rest."

"That's good." Qingyin smiled lightly and followed behind.

She just hopes that everyone around her can be well, so that she can see the happiness of others.

"Qingyin." Priest Fan stopped after walking a few steps, but he didn't turn around, and asked with his back turned.

After a pause in her footsteps, she replied doubtfully, "What orders does Priest Brahma have?"

"Do you still remember what I said to you that day?" He walked to the railing of the promenade, glanced sideways at Qingyin, saw her meditating, and reminded her: "The blood curse."

Qingyin opened her small mouth halfway, and nodded in a daze, vaguely feeling that he deliberately mentioned it today, there must be some purpose.

Priest Fan thought about it seriously, and asked, "Is your answer that day true?"

Qingyin suddenly remembered the red aura on Emperor Underworld: "Your Majesty, you really have been cursed with blood."

"Yes." Priest Fan did not hide anything: "The emperor's illness has caused panic in the whole court, and you are the only one who can break the blood curse."

Priest Fan's words, in the eyes of others, are a bit far-fetched, but Qingyin didn't think too much about it, she believed it, and even forgot her fear: "Then the emperor, will you be fine?"

He turned around and didn't want her to look at her, let's say, he didn't dare. If Emperor Underworld really died, would it be a real relief for Qingyin?

But if he wanted to say something, he forced it out cruelly: "Yes, the emperor can be like a normal person."

Qingyin didn't open her mouth, but looked into the distance. Everyone said that Emperor Hades was cruel and ruthless. She finally understood why the women on the altar were bloodletted when they met for the first time. That blood sacrifice.

A normal person... Qingyin raised a hand and wiped the corners of his eyes. He possessed such power to overturn the world, but he was helpless to become the target of public criticism. And it can be seen in Ming Yao's eyes.

She doesn't want to.

Voiceless turned to face the priest, with a clear tone, no complaints, no regrets, under the broken light, she was calm, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was even more simple and warm: "Priest, I finally know you The meaning of what I said last time." She cast her gaze out of the blue sky, her eyes full of meaning: "The only thing that can save the emperor is... my death."

Priest Fan wanted to say, you won't die, but he held back, he had no way out: "Qingyin, think about it carefully."

The woman was stunned, and said: "Don't think about it, but, can you give me a little time." She wanted to meet everyone she knew.Qingyin looked into the distance and said silently in her heart, Yueer..., where are you?

It was like being held by a thread, which made her feel uneasy. Now, she was afraid that she might not be able to see her for the last time.

"Qingyin..." Priest Fan called softly, pulling her god back: "Let's go, I'm going to light Shougong Sha for you."

Qingyin didn't think too much, and obeyed Priest Fan in everything. She quietly followed behind. In the long corridor, only the empty footsteps of the two echoed.

Pushing her hand, she followed and stepped in. It was the first time she stepped into the priest's room.

The walls are covered with strangely shaped paintings, most of which are scenes of sacrificial offerings. Qingyin felt a chill and shrank involuntarily. The Vatican priest went straight to the table, opened the hidden compartment, and took out the A small square box.

Opening the lid, he picked up a little vermilion and looked at Qingyin: "Pull up your sleeves."

Qingyin looked around, rolled up his sleeves with one hand, and stretched out his arms in front of him.

Priest Fan held her wrist with his slender fingers, his eyes sank, and he pressed deeply on her arm.Strangely, like an internal force, it still refused to absorb, and there was still no red on the white arm.

Seeing him chanting silently, Qingyin only felt a cold on his arm, and was forcibly touched by that enchanting temptation.

A little cinnabar, gradually smudged, the ultimate charm of red.Qingyin stretched out her hand to wipe it, and sure enough, it has merged with her skin color.

"During the blood sacrifice, you need to use this guard sand to show the gods." The Vatican priest put the box back into the distance, his handsome eyes flickered, and he walked aside, no longer looking at the woman behind him: "I have to prepare, you Go down first."

"Yes." Qingyin pulled down her sleeves, then turned around and walked out, the moment the door was closed, she froze on the spot, not knowing where to go.

The shadow in front of her was stretched long, she lost her direction as soon as she stepped forward, and Qingyin hesitated after taking a few steps.She wanted to go to Mingyao, but after thinking about it, she still stopped.

It's better not to see her, she just thought so, and went back to her residence without looking back, she didn't belong here, so why would she bother others.

There was no one in the room. She walked to the window and removed the pillow, revealing two neatly folded cloaks.

Qingyin sat on the edge of the bed, put the cloak embroidered with golden dragons on her knees, and rubbed her little hands gently, feeling the touch under her palms.Just like the man's aura, it was cold and evil.

It has been a few months since she came to the Ming Dynasty from another world. She wanted to live a forgotten life in this deep palace, but she didn't want to, because of her different identities, she was walking on the edge of a knife.

Qingyin lay down, curled up into a ball, hugging the robe tightly, as if grasping something that had been forgotten for a long time, her mind was blank, until two nuns came to call her, Then he sat up from the bed.

Qingyin followed the two of them to an exquisite garden, inside, a huge bathtub filled with hazy water vapor.

Although she wasn't used to it, she still let the two of them bathe herself. The magnificent Shougong sand bloomed on the woman's body, which was extraordinarily prosperous.

Putting on red spun shirts and draping their wet hair behind their backs, the two went down: "You can rest here tonight, we will guard the door."

The Vatican priest was afraid that there would be a side issue, and if the emperor of the underworld knew about it, everything would be useless.

Qingyin replied, then turned off the light and went to bed, her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

She turned her body over and over again, her heart was extremely complicated, and she sat up anxiously, but she didn't know what she was nervous about.Qingyin sat on the inner side of the bed, leaned her back against the wall, the coolness rushed into her back, and shivered fiercely.

Overnight, she didn't close her eyes at all, and the same was true for the Brahma priest and the demon concubine in the Sacred Heart Hall not far away.

In the early morning, the sky was gray and dark, and the clouds were dense and heavy, as if they were about to open a hole in the sky.

shady.Hanging very low, Qingyin heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside early on, she tightened the collar of her shirt, and then fell down.

The door also opened at this moment.

The one who took the lead to enter was the Brahma priest, and the deputy priest Feng Qingran.Behind them, the two nuns stepped forward, took Qingyin's hand, and pressed her in front of the bronze mirror.

Her hair was simply tied up behind her back, her face turned to the sky, her eyebrows drawn, and her lips pouty.

(End of this chapter)