Wei Yingluo looked at her and felt a lit up before her eyes, as if the faint fragrance was floating at the corner, and the white lotus in the pond was blooming gently.

It was a beautiful woman in white, with a beautiful face, far better than the beauties around her. The most rare thing was the weak look between her, as if the Xizi was holding her heart, and I felt pity for her.

But this is the harem, and there are very few women who can calmly appreciate another woman's beauty, and there is no limit to the beautiful woman named Wu Ya Qingdai in front of her.

"Lu Wanwan, shut up!" She turned and glared, "I didn't ask you!"

The white-clothed girl shrank her shoulders, as if she was scared by her. At this moment, a Duanli girl next to her pulled her sleeve and whispered: "You are so, you are not worth being angry with Sister Wuya for an ignorant slave."

Lu Wanwan opened her mouth and finally swallowed the words back into her stomach.

"Save people to the end, what is she?" Jinxiu complained in a low voice.

Wei Yingluo glanced at her, and Lu Wanwan said something to Jixiang at least. What can someone who dare not stand up and say something like you, but you should be harsh on her?

Seeing that Lu Wanwan was shouted out by a word from her, Wu Ya Qingdai was even more proud. She again turned her eyes on Jixiang, and a trace of evil light flashed in her eyes, but she had a sweet smile on her face and said, "Tsk tsk, the palace maid who just entered the palace, no wonder it is so unruly! Since I have dirty my clothes, I will use your hand to compensate!"

After saying that, one foot was crushed heavily on the back of the lucky hand.

The severe pain came, Jixiang was sweating like rain, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't hide, so he could only lie on the ground and cry: "It hurts so much, it hurts so much! Master, please spare me, Master, please spare me!"

The master had no intention of giving up on her at all, but instead treated her crying as an interesting thing and actually burst into laughter.

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

"Dad...Mom..." After all, he was a child. When he was sad, he couldn't help asking for help from someone he was close to, "Save me, help me, Aunt Fang, Xier, Jinxiu... Yingluo!"

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

At the same time, there was a sound of breathing in my ears.

what happened……

Jixiang raised her head in a daze, tears blurred her eyes. It took several seconds before she could see clearly the situation in front of her and couldn't help but breathe like someone else.

Wei Yingluo knelt beside her at some point, holding a foot in her hand - Wu Ya Qingdai's feet.

"Mr. Wuya." Wei Yingluo lowered her head and said respectfully, "Please raise your feet."

Wu Ya Qingdai looked at Wei Yingluo from a high place, and a terrifying smile appeared on her face: "You little palace maid, too, want to invite me to be kind?"

After saying that, he looked up and down Wei Yingluo and said before that she had never been a woman who could appreciate other beauties. She flashed jealously and said with a smile: "It's not impossible. You can change her, what if you do?"

"The little master wants the slave's hand, so the slave will naturally serve him willingly." Just when everyone thought Wei Yingluo was in trouble, she changed her mind, "But today is the day for the little master's palace to choose, which is a great joy. It is not advisable to add blood to it, which will defile the little master's good mood and good luck."

Wu Ya Qingdai frowned and swept to other girls from the corner of her eyes.

She herself is a person who likes to make secret trips, and she thinks that other people are like hers.

It was a trivial matter to cut off the hands of the two little palace maids, but I was afraid that someone would complain behind the scenes, saying that she had a bloody smell on her body, which was a disaster of blood and was not suitable for face-to-face holy...

But just letting these two people go, I felt a little unwilling to accept it, so I said with a cold face: "You are quite good at talking, but now the shoes are dirty, I'm not happy!"

Wei Yingluo glanced at Jixiang's hand.

On the back of the fat and fat hands, there was a black lotus imprinted with blood.

Wei Yingluo's heart was cold, but her face was even more respectful and gentle. She lowered her head and said to Wu Ya Qingdai: "The little master was ingenious and specially carved the soles of the shoe into the shape of a lotus. Unfortunately, there was one thing missing. The servant dared to share the worries of the little master."

"Oh?" Wu Ya Qingdai raised her eyebrows, "How to share the worries?"

Wei Yingluo took off the sachet from her waist and shouted without looking back: "Linglong, where is the sachet on your body?"

The palace maid who was called by her was shocked.

"Give it to me." Wei Yingluo said, untiing the sachet and pouring the rose powder inside to the ground.

Although she didn't want to stand out at this time at all, Linglong had to walk out reluctantly, unwillingly, take it over and hand it over: "Take it."

The fragrant powder of the same color was poured together, and he became a small ball of rose color. Wei Yingluo knelt on the ground and held up his hands: "Please lift your feet with your little master Wu Ya."

A chuckle came from the top of her head, and then an embroidered shoe with blood in the soles of her shoes fell into the heart of her clean palm.

Wei Yingluo held Wu Ya Qingdai's embroidered shoes in both hands, then dipped sachets into powder, evenly applied the fragrant powder to Wu Ya Qingdai's soles, with a focused expression, as if she was doing an extremely important thing.

"Huh." Looking at her side face, Lu Wanwan exclaimed, "Sister Nalan, this little palace maid is pretty."

The one she called Nalan Sister was Duanli's beautiful girl who had previously stopped her from helping Auspicious, named Nalan Chunxue. She shook the palace fan in her hand and said lightly: "So what if you are beautiful? You are not born as a coated child and born slave. You can live with your shoes to Sister Wuya."

"Okay." Wei Yingluo put down Wu Ya Qingdai's feet and respectfully said, "Please try two steps."

"What are you doing..." Wu Ya Qingdai took a few steps, her face gloomy, "If I can't tell you why, I won't do it today, and I'll turn around..."

"Oh." Lu Wanwan ignored Nalan Chunxue's stop beside her, covered her lips with a fan and said, "Lotus is born step by step, so unique, look back."

Wu Ya Qingdai was stunned when she heard this. She looked back and saw that a string of lotus seals were left on the bluestone slab she had just walked past.

Wei Yingluo's voice sounded in her ears at the same time, and she said, "I have read a little, but I heard from Mr. Shu that Donghun Hou made golden lotus for the most beloved Concubine Pan. When Concubine Pan walked, it was like a lotus growing step by step, which was beautiful and incomparable, so she was loved. Today, the jewel carving trick was to embed rose pollen into the soles of the shoe. I wish the little master a good wish and a step-by-step success!"

Wu Ya Qingdai glanced at her, shook the fan again, and walked back and forth a few steps.

Lotus flowers bloom after lotus on the bluestone slab, like white flowers slowly blooming in the blue lake.

Wu Ya Qingdai was not in a hurry to punish these two little palace maids, but just wanted to let the emperor see this scene soon. It was too late. Who knew whether those fox charmers would imitate her and make a floor of roses and peonies.

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

After saying that, she stopped staying for a long time and hurriedly left on the ground of lotus.

As she left, there was no other good show here, so the girls left one by one. Lu Wanwan was halfway through and turned around and smiled kindly at Wei Yingluo.

It’s a pity that she was standing, and Wei Yingluo was kneeling, so Wei Yingluo didn’t see this smile.

After the footsteps were far away, Wei Yingluo slowly stood up and came to Jixiang who was still kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move. She sighed deeply and reached out to help her trembling and lifted her up: "Jixiang, it's okay."

"Oh, oh..." Jixiang seemed to have not come back to his senses from what had just happened, and he responded to Wei Yingluo's words in absent-minded manner.

"I'll bandage it for you first." Wei Yingluo took out a clean veil and bandaged her carefully, "I'll take you to find a doctor later..."

Treated by her so gentle, the auspicious heart slowly calmed down, like floating duckweeds in the lake gradually leaning against the shore, and responded with tears in his eyes: "Well..."

"Jixiang, you are so clumsy!" An inappropriate voice sounded, but Jinxiu walked over her hips, and her thin lips swearing out, "It almost hurts us all!"

"You're so embarrassed to say it!" Jixiang puffed up his cheeks, "If you hadn't pushed me just now, I wouldn't have made any mistakes!"

"Okay, okay, don't argue!" The great palace maid stopped her and taught her a lesson, "The palace maids must pass the broom and embroidery level for both times. Don't just be able to talk, you must have real skills in your hands, leave quickly!"

All the palace maids, including Wei Yingluo, bowed their heads and replied: "Yes!"

A long line followed the palace maids, like a pond of green fish, swimming along the water and flowing to the place they should go. Halfway through the journey, Wei Yingluo's sleeve was pulled. She turned her head and saw Jixiang looking around, alert as if she was a little mouse. It seemed that what happened just now had scared her. Now, she spoke with her voice down for several beats, for fear that someone would hear her.

"Yingluo!" She complained cutely with a trace of childish innocence, "Wuya is so bad, how can you help her win?"

"Is she the one who was chosen?" Wei Yingluo stopped.

Jixiang looked at her in confusion, and then followed her gaze.

At some point, they had already walked to Orchid Garden.

Orchids are everywhere, with a rich fragrance, but Wei Yingluo's eyes are not on any orchid.

What she looked at was a well.

Jixiang shivered, and I don’t know if it was her illusion. She was so far away, but she could feel the cold air floating out of the well, which was biting cold, like the evening breeze blowing through the cemetery.

...Perhaps it was not the coldest thing, but Wei Yingluo's gaze at this moment.

"...Only the old genius will know whether it was the election or the election is not selected." Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, and the smile dispelled the coldness in her eyes. She took Jixiang's hand and continued to walk forward, "By the way, Jixiang, when you just cried and called me, it looked very similar to me in the past."

"Hmm?" Jixiang was stunned.

"I used to be like you, always causing trouble. I couldn't handle it myself, so I cried and called my sister." Wei Yingluo said with her back to Jixiang, "She would come to save me every time."

"Your sister is so nice." Jixiang responded innocently, "I envy you for having such a sister."

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

The back in front of me was both desolate and lonely, like leaves withered in winter, reluctant to leave, but helplessly left the big tree where I grew up.

Just looking at this back, Jixiang felt sad and couldn't help holding her cold hand tightly, wanting to warm this hand and this heart.
Chapter completed!