You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 175
As soon as the exchange of incense was mentioned, all the maids in the room showed expressions of fear, and An Lan was even worse. She couldn't even kneel down, and cried and begged for mercy: "Girl, please spare this servant! This servant will never dare again! wrong!"

"What are you doing? It's just a change of incense, can it still kill you?" Luo Yi smiled coquettishly, as if she was just saying how innocent she is today.

If you don't do it, I'm afraid the girl will have more ways to train her, so An Lan can only stand up resignedly, move to the half-human tall incense burner tremblingly, and directly lift the scalded incense burner with her hands. Gilt furnace cover.

The momentary pain made An Lan's face pale, the hand holding the stove lid trembled violently, blood dripped from her clenched lips.

Seeing An Lan wanting to shake it off but not daring to shake it off, Luo Yihuan was extremely happy. Luo Yihuan picked up the scented tea at hand and sipped it carefully, admiring An Lan's pain. This was just an appetizer, the main event was yet to come.

Immediately afterwards, An Lan gently put the stove cover aside, and with trembling hands, stretched her scalded hands into the burning incense burner.

The censer has a small mouth and the spices are ground into powder. An Lan had to use her scalded right hand to pinch out the smoking powder pinch by pinch.

The pinched powder should not be thrown away, it must be held in the left hand completely, and if it is spilled, it will still be punished.

I saw more and more incense powder in the heart of An Lan's left hand, with a little spark, continuing to burn in the hand, releasing an intoxicating aroma, but this aroma was faintly mixed with other flavors.

Maybe it was An Lan's scorched black hands.

The faces of the servant girls in the room were pale, almost nauseating, but Luo Yihuan took it calmly, with a look of enjoyment on his face, stuffing a snack into his mouth for a while, and drinking a sip of tea for a while, it can be said to be extremely carefree.

This punishment lasted for a full quarter of an hour, but An Lan, who was kneeling in front of her with the powder in her hands, lived like a year, her emerald clothes clinging to her body, dripping with sweat, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

His eyes were glazed, his breath fluttered, he was clearly unconscious, he kept begging for mercy, his face was as pale as paper, and there were two or three bloodstains on his bitten lips.

Luo Yi Huan flicked the small folds of the skirt, stood up slowly, and the light coat on the thin shoulders slid to the ground.

The feet wrapped in lotus embroidered shoes moved forward two steps lightly, but they stepped heavily on An Lan's heart.

Luo Yihuan squatted in front of An Lan, smiling like a flower, pinching An Lan's chin with her slender fingers, forcing her to raise her head, the blood-red Kodan pinching her white face was particularly glaring.

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished. This time, it's just a change of incense, so why can't you bear it? It's not fun."

Luo Yihuan giggled, and the jade beads and tassels hanging down from her hair also rattled.

Luo Yihuan shook An Lan's face away in disgust, and rubbed her fingertips hard with the handkerchief in her hand.

Unable to support herself anymore, An Lan tilted her body and lay down on the ground, the powder she held in her hands sprinkled all over her body, leaving a purple-red fingerprint on her pointed chin.

Luo Yihuan didn't even look at An Lan at her feet, she went back to the chair and sat down, she cast her eyes on the maidservants standing around, seeing the shrinking expressions of the maidservants, Luo Yihuan was extremely satisfied.

Then he asked casually: "Do you think it was this girl who played better just now, or that Miss Wen San who played better?"

As soon as the words fell, the maids in the room scrambled to speak, as if there was some fierce beast behind them forcing them
"Naturally, the girl plays well."

"That's right, Miss Wen San is not half as good as a girl."

"Miss Wen San is just an imitation. She stole the girl's sheet music and pretended to play it in the hall, thinking that no one can match it!"

(End of this chapter)