Story of Yanxi Palace

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　　 Wei Yingluo glanced at him, only to see the light in front of him, as if the dark incense floated around the corner, and the white lotus in the pool gently spread out.

　　 It was a beautiful girl in white, with a beautiful face, far superior to all the beauties beside her. The most rare thing was the weak state between the hopes, as if Xizi was holding her heart, I still felt pitiful.

　　 This is a harem, a woman who can calm down and appreciate the beauty of another woman, rare, not including the present girl named Wuya Qingdai.

　　 "Lu Wanye, shut up!" She turned to stare, "I didn't ask you!"

The woman in white shrank her shoulders, and seemed to be scared by her. At this moment, a woman beside Duan Li shook her sleeves, whispering in her ear: "You are really, an ignorant slave, not worth the peace. Sister Ya is angry."

　　Lu Wan opened his mouth at night, and finally swallowed his words back.

　　 "Save someone, save it in the end, what is she?" Fairview lowered her voice and complained.

　　Wei Yingluo glanced at her, and Lu Wanwan said something auspiciously for auspiciousness, who wouldn’t dare to stand up and say something like this, and what could be demanding her?

Seeing Lu Wanwan being repelled by his own words, Uya Qingdai was more proud, and her eyes fell on Lucky again, with a fierce glint in her eyes, but with a sweet smile on her face, she said, "Gee, just entered the palace It’s no wonder that my wife is so unruly! Since you have stained my clothes, use your hand to compensate!"

　　Say, one foot will be heavily crushed on the back of an auspicious hand.

　　The pain of the drama hit, auspicious cold sweat like rain, the eyes were black for a while, can not hide, can only lie on the ground crying: "It hurts, it hurts! The master spares his life, the master spares me!"

　　 Master didn't spare her at all. Instead, she treated her cry as an interesting thing, but she laughed out loud.

　　 This laughter made Jixiang feel cold. For the first time in his life, he found that some people built their happiness on the pain of others.

　　 "Daddy... Mother..." is a child after all, when he is sad, he can't help turning to someone close to him, "Save me, help me, Aunt Fang, Xi'er, splendid... Yingluo!"

　　 Suddenly, the pain on the back of the hand disappeared.

　　At the same time, there was an inhalation sound in the ear.

what happened……

　　 auspiciously looked up, tears obscured her eyes, it took several seconds for her to see clearly the situation in front of her, and couldn't help making the same inhalation sound as the others.

　　 I saw that Wei Yingluo didn't know when he was kneeling beside her, holding a foot in his hand-Uya Qingdai's foot.

　　 "Little Master Wu Ya." Wei Yingluo lowered his head and said in courtesy, "Please raise your feet high."

　　Wuya Qingdai looked down at Wei Yingluo with a terrifying smile on her face: "A little maid, do you also want to ask me to be affectionate?"

　　After looking up and down, looked at Wei Yingluo. She also said before that she was never a woman who could admire other beauties. Her jealousy flashed over and she smiled, "It's not impossible, how about you changing her?"

"The little master wanted the hand of a minion, and the minion naturally offered it willingly." Just when everyone felt that Wei Yingluo was going to be out of luck, she listened to her, "It's just that today is the day for the selection of the little master's palace. The overjoyed event should not be bloodied, which tainted the good mood and good luck of the little master."

　　Wuya Qingdai frowned, and glanced at the corners of her eyes to other show girls.

　　 She is a person who likes to stumble secretly, and feels like everyone else.

　　It is a trivial matter to step on the hands of the two maidens. I am afraid that someone will complain behind me, saying that she has blood on her body. This is the plague of blood, and it is not suitable to face the saint...

　　Just let these two people off, and he was unwilling, so he said with a cold face: "You are quite talking, but now the shoes are dirty, I am not happy!"

　　Wei Yingluo glanced at the auspicious hand.

　　 On the back of the white chubby hand, there is a piece of dark blue, branded with a black lotus, petals and stamens, all oozing blood.

Wei Yingluo's heart was frosty, but his face was more respectful and docile. He bowed his head to Uya Qingdai and said: "The little master is ingenious and specially carved the sole into the shape of a lotus. Unfortunately, there is one thing missing. The Lord is divided."

　　 "Oh?" Wuya Qingdai raised her eyebrows, "How to share your worries?"

　　Wei Yingluo untied the waist sachet and shouted without looking back: "Ling Long, what about the sachet on you?"

　　 was taken aback by the maiden she called to the name.

　　 "Give me." Wei Yingluo said as he untied the sachet and poured the rose powder into the ground.

　　Although he didn't want to show up at this time, under the eyes of all eyes, Linglong had to walk out reluctantly, untied the sachet and handed it over: "Take it."

　　Fragrant powder of the same color was poured together, and a little rose-colored ball was tired. Wei Yingluo knelt on the ground, holding his hands up: "Please Lord Wuya lift your feet."

　　 There was a chuckle on the top of her head, and then an embroidered shoe with blood on her sole fell on her clean palm.

　　Wei Yingluo held Uya Qingdai's embroidered shoes with both hands, and then dipped the powder with a sachet, evenly spread the powder on the sole of Uya Qingdai's shoe, with a focused look, it seemed to be doing an extremely important thing.

　　 "Eh." Looking at her profile, Lu Wanye yelled, "Sister Nalan, this little maid looks pretty."

She was called by Nalan's sister to stop her from helping the auspicious Duan Lixiu, named Nalan Chunxue, she shook the palace fan in her hand and said lightly: "How beautiful you are, not born in a coat , A born servant, gave the shoes of Wuya's sister."

　　 "Okay." Wei Yingluo put down Uya Qingdai's feet, respectfully and respectfully, "Please let the little master take two steps to try."

　　 "What the **** are you doing..." Wu Yaqing Dai walked a few steps, his face somber, "If you can't tell the truth, I won't do you today, look back..."

　　 "Oops." Lu Wanye ignored the stop of Nalan Chunxue by his side, covered his lips with a fan, and said aloud, "Step by step lotus, good life chic, you look back."

　　Wuya Qingdai was surprised for a moment. She looked back and saw that she had left a string of lotus seals on the blue stone board she had just walked through.

At the same time, Wei Yingluo's voice sounded in her ear, and she said: "The minions are less studying, but I heard that Mr. Shu said that Dong Fa Hou made the golden lotus ground for the most beloved Pan Fei. During the walk, Pan Fei walked like a lotus. The square object is therefore much loved. Today, the Luoluo Insect Artifact is embedded in the sole of the shoe with rose pollen, and I wish the little master what he wants to be rewarded and go up!"

　　 Uya Qingdai glanced at her, and then shook her fan, walking back and forth a few steps.

　　 One lotus flower after another on the blue stone slab, like white flowers slowly blooming in the blue lake water.

Uya Qingdai was not in a hurry to punish these two little maidens, just wanted to let the emperor see this scene soon. Late, who knows if those foxes will follow her and make a rose peony .

　　 "I did it." So she waved her hand indifferently, and said to Wei Yingluo, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Just like your pug, I will spare her life!"

　　 finished, she no longer stayed, stepped on a lotus and hurriedly left.

　　 This time she walked, there was no other good show to see here, and all the showwomen also left one by one, and Lu Wanwan walked halfway, turning back and smiling at Wei Yingluo.

　　 It is a pity that she was standing, and Wei Yingluo was kneeling, so this smile, Wei Yingluo did not see.

　　When the footsteps were far away, Wei Yingluo slowly stood up, came to the auspicious body who still knelt on the ground and dared not to move, sighed deeply, and stretched out his hand to support her shaking: "Auspicious, it's alright."

　　 "Oh, oh..." Auspiciously, it seems that he hasn't recovered from the matter just now, and he responded to Wei Yingluo's words.

　　 "I'll give you a simple bandage first." Wei Yingluo took out a clean veil and carefully bandaged her. "I'll take you to the doctor later..."

　　 was treated so tenderly by her, and the auspicious heart slowly settled down, as if Ping Ping in the lake gradually leaned on the shore, with tears: "Um..."

　　 "Auspicious, you are really clumsy!" An untimely voice sounded, but a beautiful embroidered waist came, thin lips spitting out cool words, "Almost hurt us all!"

　　 "You're so kind to say!" Jixiang bulged his cheeks, "I wouldn't make a mistake if you pushed me just now!"

　　 "Okay, okay, don't quarrel!" The Great Maiden restrained her and taught her, "The maiden must pass through the broom and embroideries to stay. Don't just play tricks, and get real kung fu, go!"

　　Including Wei Yingluo, the ladies of the courts all bowed their heads and said, "Yes!"

　　Long queues followed the women in the Omiya, like a pool of herring, swimming down the water and flowing towards where they should go. Halfway through, Wei Yingluo's sleeves were torn by someone. She turned her head and saw the auspicious look around. She was alert like a little mouse. It was obvious that the things just happened to scare her. Now she speaks and her voice is lowered After several beats, I was afraid to be heard.

　　 "Yingluo!" She took a trace of the child's innocent dependence and complained cutely, "Wuya's so bad, how can you help her win?"

　　 "Winning, is she?" Wei Yingluo paused.

　　 auspiciously glanced at her, then followed her gaze.

　　I don't know when they have reached the orchid garden.

　　 orchids are everywhere, and the fragrance is luxuriant, but Wei Yingluo's eyes are not on any orchid.

　　 She looked at a well.

　　 auspicious trembling, don't know if it is her illusion, clearly so far away, but can feel the cold air floating along the wellhead, cold biting, like the evening wind blowing across the chaotic grave.

　　...... Maybe the cold is not the well, but Wei Yingluo's gaze at the moment.

"...Whether it was a winner or not, only God will know." Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, and the smile dissipated the coldness in her eyes. She took the auspicious hand and went on, "Yes, auspicious, When you just cried and called me, it was like me."

　　 "Huh?" auspicious.

　　 "I used to be like you, always in trouble. I couldn't handle it myself, so I cried and called my sister." Wei Yingluo turned his back to Jixiang Road, "she will come to save me every time."

　　 "Your sister is so good." Jixiang responded innocently, "I envy you have such a sister."

　　 "No, I envy you." Wei Yingluo's voice became lower and lower, "When you call me, I will respond to you, but my sister... will never respond to me again."

　　'S back in front of him was bleak and lonely, like the withered leaves of winter, so reluctant to leave, but reluctantly left the tree that he grew.

　　Just looking at such a back view, Jixiang felt sad in her heart and couldn't help holding her cold hand tightly, wanting to warm this hand and warm this heart.

　　 "It's alright, I will accompany you." Jixiang said softly, "I will accompany you... Sister Yingluo."