Schemes in Royal Palace

Leng Qingyan glanced at Huilin's hand in front of her. The hand was dark and slightly thick. I think she must have done a lot of rough work at home on weekdays. A girl's hand was full of cracks, peeling in many places, and calluses on the back of her hand. It was really covered with gray clothes!

"This will be applied to you sooner or later, and your hands will recover in a few months. Later, you will be responsible for cleaning up the house of the palace, and let others do other chores. When your hands are ready, let father Teng ask someone to teach you how to make up."

Leng Qingyan took Huilin's hand and put a small box in her palm. Then she looked at clove and said, "that's the makeup!"

"Grandpa Teng!" Leng Qingyan shouted outside. Grandpa Teng pushed the door and entered. "What's your order, madam!

"Prepare a horse! The palace is going out!"

"My lady is going to the east of the city! There is a carriage waiting outside!" father-in-law Teng said respectfully.

Leng Qingyan frowned, "how do you know..." before she finished, she stopped talking. She knew who it was.

Most of the guests in this cold mansion have gone back. Who else can there be!

"Huilin, you go with the palace! Lilac, you let people keep an eye on the little five!" Leng Qingyan went out with Huilin after confessing.

Only a few drunken officials were still giving wine orders in the huge cold house. The rest went back to their homes. When they got out of the gate of the cold house, they saw an extremely luxurious carriage.

The carriage is made of red sandalwood. The wheels are large. The body is covered with brocade. The brocade is made by the best weaving workshop in the south of the Yangtze River. One thousand two pieces of cloth are made. The orange red satin is covered with pearls and gemstones. The two tall horses have bright hair and bright eyes in the night. They are Mobei's good foals.

With the curtain of the carriage lifted a little, Leng Qingyan's heart beat faster and faster.

Cool breeze!

Unexpectedly, the cold breeze is still there. There is always no escape to face.

Leng Qing Yan held his breath and looked at the hand that lifted the proud curtain. His eyes fell on the black ring on his fingers, and his hanging heart fell slowly.

Not a cold breeze!

"How are the imperial concubine and empress!" the white exhibition hall aroused a strange smile, and the voice showed the chill of invading the bone marrow.

A cold wind blew across her cheeks. Leng Qingyan felt particularly cold. It was the white exhibition hall!

"Why are you in the cold and breezy carriage!" Leng Qingyan raised his eyes and looked at the white exhibition hall, and his tightly clenched hands relaxed a little.

"Xiaoqingyan, guess!" Bai zhantang smiled.

Leng Qingyan didn't like the tone of Bai zhantang. He frowned at him and asked, "how did you know I would leave the house?"

"I'll tell you when you come up!" Bai zhantang said with a smile at Leng Qingyan.

Bai zhantang stretched out a hand. Leng Qingyan hesitated and put his hand on Bai zhantang's hand. His hand fell into the cold of bone marrow and looked up at Bai zhantang. Leng Qingyan stepped on his foot and stepped on the carriage.

Before Huilin got on the carriage, she left

The carriage has a large space and luxurious decoration. The hot air in the purple gold stove is rising. The roasted carriage is warm. Leng Qingyan is pulled by the white exhibition hall to sit down.

Bai zhantang's body was cold and piercing. The finger around her waist showed a terrible cold. Leng Qingyan felt that he had fallen into the ice cellar and his body could not help shaking.

"Bai zhantang, let go of me!" Leng Qingyan struggled gently. Bai zhantang was tight, his hands were a little tight around her, bowed his head and attached her ear and said, "Xiao Qingyan, didn't brother zhantang tell you not to struggle in a man's arms!" Bai zhantang's forehead was covered with sweat. God knows how much concentration he had to have to resist eating her.

Leng Qingyan's body tightened. She felt something against her waist, and her struggling movement was sluggish. Her pretty face was as beautiful as peach blossom in March. The surrounding temperature gradually increased with the words of Bai zhantang. She looked at the hand around her waist with uncomfortable eyes.

The hand seemed not as pale as before. Her eyes flashed. She asked, "where are you taking me?"

Although Leng Qingyan can't see the appearance outside, with his memory, the Xi Xi Lang's Hawking voice should also appear. Shouldn't it be so quiet? Leng Qingyan looks at Bai zhantang warily. Where is Bai zhantang taking her?

"Don't ask, you'll know when you arrive!" Bai zhantang looked down at her and said.

Coldly Yan Shu looked up at Bai zhantang, "where are you... Where are you taking me?" she just asked tentatively. Unexpectedly, Bai zhantang really didn't intend to take her to Fuchun building.

"Brother zhantang has brought you here before. Don't you forget?" Bai zhantang's eyes are full of loss. The end of the road is where he studies poison. No one knows except Leng Qingyan.

She forgot!

"You are going to take me there!" Leng Qingyan struggled hard to open the embrace of the white exhibition hall, opened the car curtain and looked out. He saw a desolate, mountainous and uninhabited place.

Leng Qingyan's pupil suddenly contracted, and Bai zhantang really wanted to take her to that place!

"Stop! Stop!" Leng Qingyan shouted to the coachman.

She can't forget how she was caught by Bai zhantang to go up the mountain to test her poison, the days when she was bitten by poisonous insects, and how painful her injuries were at that time.

She's not going! Never go into that room!

Never!

The coachman waved his whip. He only listened to Bai zhantang's orders and turned a deaf ear to Leng Qingyan's shouts. The carriage accelerated again.

"Stop! Bai zhantang, I don't want to go to that place!" Leng Qingyan saw that the coachman ignored his cry, turned around and glared at Bai zhantang.

Bai zhantang half narrowed his eyes, tilted his legs, patted his thighs and asked, "xiaoqingyan, don't you want to know the relationship between brother zhantang and Gusu Duanyu?"

Leng Qingyan was stunned for a moment. Her eyes dodged the eyes of the white exhibition hall. She put down the car curtain and sat down next to the white exhibition hall. She wanted to know why Gusu Duanyu went to Fuchun building. Her fear gradually disappeared. She looked firmly at the white exhibition hall and asked, "will you tell me when you get there?"

"You'll know when you go there!" Bai zhantang didn't guarantee Leng Qingyan's answer. He patted his thigh and said, "Xiao Qingyan, the mountain road ahead is rugged and the carriage is bumpy. Come here. Brother zhantang protects you!"

Leng Qingyan glanced at the white exhibition hall. She finally broke away and didn't go again. "Leng Qingfeng's carriage cushion is sewn with the best cotton in the south of the Yangtze River. The wheels of the carriage are still shockproof. I'm comfortable and don't bother my brother."

Bai zhantang's face sank, narrowed his eyes and smiled. He leaned back lazily, stroked his hand on the carriage wall behind him, found a button, and touched it gently, and the cushion under his body was replaced with a hard cushion.

"Speed up!" Bai zhantang said coldly to the driver with a strange smile.