Chapter 9 Jiuxiao Xianyin Returns to Heaven

The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves in the cold flower palace are drifting, bringing the bleakness of autumn.

The sound of the piano on the bamboo building is sad and sad, as if pouring out an endless sad story, like crying.

The bamboo in Meiyuan was blown by the wind, and the snow was on the way to repair bamboo. I stood for a long time and hesitated whether to see Mei Niang. Her emotions were also infected by the sound of Mei Niang's piano, and she was infinitely melancholy.

"Lord..."

The new Meiyuan takes care of Mei Niang in the heart of winter snow. Dongxue and Xue Shuang are the most effective assistants of Xue in Jufangtang. They have experienced life and death together and almost have nothing to say. Dongxue and Xueshuang are sisters. Dongxue is gentle and calm, but Xueshuang is a sharp and capable woman. Xueshuang is loyal to make a career in the world. Therefore, Dongxue stayed in the cold flower palace to take care of Mei Niang, and Zhixue is very relieved.

"Winter Snow..."

Zhixue adjusted her mood: "How's the aunt?"

Dong Xue was also shocked by the obvious swelling on Xue's beautiful and slightly pale face, and hurriedly covered up his rudeness:

"Holy aunt, she has never been in a good mood. She often plays the piano for a long time, silent and doesn't eat much. Look..."

"This stupid child..." Zhixue sighed in his heart.

"I know. Go ahead, Dongxue. Be sure to take good care of my aunt. Thank you."

The snow said emotionally.

Dongxue was a little surprised by her tone and didn't say anything more after all.

I don't know how long she played the piano until her fingers were numb and her eyes were full of confusion, and Mei Niang stopped.

In the past two days, she has been sitting in peace. She didn't want to think about anything anymore, but her exquisite frightened eyes kept screaming. She can only numb herself with the sound of the piano and force herself not to think...

Mei Niang closed her hand and looked up, but the snow looked at herself.

The snow is dressed in blue and stands in the wind, but the heroic figure is lonely.

"Sister is here. I seem to be sure to play the piano. I don't feel it at all. You can call me if you have something to do..."

Mei Niang stood up and her body was shaken. Zhixue grabbed her body and held her. My heart aches.

"Stupid girl, why do you torture yourself so much!"

Mei Niang jumped into the arms of the snow, and tears flowed quietly:

"How can I bear it? Someone died because of me. I was careless, because my people... Tell me, is the master going to be executed?"

Zhixue patted Mei Niang on the shoulder, full of pity, but also helpless.

"Yes, three days later..."

Mei Niang stood up and shook her head in disbelief, looking fear and panic.

"How can it be so fast... your face..." Mei Niang stroked Xue's swollen face: "Has the master hit you again? Does it hurt?"

Zhixue took Mei Niang's hand and held it in her hand.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt. I went to beg the master, but the master didn't agree. Don't blame yourself. Anyway, Linglong violated the palace rules. It was her fault first. She has a grudge against Xiaowu first, and then Xiaowu will instigate Xiaoyin to steal things. With this ring, you are the most innocent. Why is it like this?"

Mei Niang's originally bright eyes were full of hopeless tears.

"Sister, let's go home, I want to go home..."

The snow smiled slightly and reached out to wipe away Mei Niang's tears:

"I will definitely take you home, for sure."

In Zhixue's heart, Mei Niang has always been the delicate little girl, as delicate, beautiful and fragile as a porcelain doll. When she was very young, she looked weak and submissive. She stayed quietly beside her mother, didn't say much, and studied piano, painting and embroidery very seriously. There are all well-behaved girls at home. During the years in the Cold Flower Palace, Mei Niang rarely talked to outsiders and became quieter and quieter. On the bamboo building, the back mountain bamboo forest of the Cold Flower Palace, and the valley are accompanied by mountain wind flying butterflies with flowers and fallen leaves. She is like a fairy, which does not care about the world. Only a few people talked to her were Mei Xinyi and Zhixue. She is smiling and obedient. When she knew that Mei Niang played the piano on the altar and sacrificed to heaven with the sound of the piano, and prayed to the master to forgive Linglong, the snow was shocked.

Deep in the mountains, on the cold flower palace altar made of boulders, Mei Niang's face was beautiful, her expression was calm, and she plucked the strings with her bare hands. In this hidden mountains, she is dressed like a fairy. The valley echoes with the melodious sound of the piano. The sound of the piano has been endless for three days.

It is not the aftershocks of the day, but the Holy Aunt Mei's pleaded with the palace owner Mei for the disciples of Jufangtang. On the altar, she has been playing the piano for three days and three nights. Don't eat or drink. Everything in heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are changing, and there is nothing in her eyes.

Under the altar, there are several disciples in the palace standing scatteredly. In the past few days, the sound of the piano has echoed in the ears of all the disciples. From time to time, someone came to see and left.

No one dares to walk up to the altar to persuade Mei Niang to come down. The altar is a place where only the palace owner and the holy aunt can go. Those who enter the altar without permission die. No one dares to plead with the palace lord. Jufangtang has announced the punishment of Du Linglong. Linglong, a disciple of Jufangtang, fell in love with Lin Mo, a disciple of Mingjian Villa, and violated the taboo of the Cold Flower Palace. According to the palace rules, he had to accept the most severe punishment and be whipped to death.

There are sighs, regrets, and gloat, but everyone is silent. No one knows how this dispute will end, and no one dares to say anything.

Mei Xinyi is one of the most outstanding palace owners of the Cold Flower Palace in a hundred years. The rules of Lenghua Palace are strict, and Mei Xinyi is also a cold person. For more than ten years, no one has dared to disobey her decision. What's more, falling in love with a man is the most intolerable behavior in Lenghua Palace. It is no different from being executed.

Holy Aunt Mei questioned Mei's decision. The Holy Sister enjoys a respectful position second only to Mei Xinyi in the Cold Flower Palace. However, the Holy Aunt is not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the palace. In the eyes of the people of Lenghua Palace, the holy aunt is the most beautiful, gentle and quiet person. She is always dressed in white veil and floats out of the dust like a goddess. She stood far away, quietly watching what happened in the palace, and never said anything. Her relationship with her master Mei is extremely harmonious. At this moment, what she did was greatly unexpected. What does the death of an ordinary disciple have to do with the holy aunt, and the holy aunt actually pleaded for her in this way.

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on Mei Niang's body and enveloped her with a faint golden light. In the wind, her long hair and clothes fluttered... Although her face was a little pale, she still looked calm. It's just weird. Occasionally, bright red blood spots flew on her white dress, sprinkled in the wind and splashed on the strings... After three days of stroking the piano, her nails had been worn off, and her fingers were also bloody... In the wind, there was blood.

Three days and three nights, only Mei Zhixue has been accompanying her. Mei Niang stroked the piano on the altar, and Mei Zhixue stood quietly under the altar. She only played the piano and had nothing in her eyes, and she just stood motionless and did not look up at her. Don't say anything.

Since she wants to do such a thing, she can only do it. If you take others too seriously, you will inevitably be burdened by others. Mei Niang is too kind and doesn't understand this heavy weight.

"Lord of the Palace!"

With a shout, the disciples in the palace bowed down neatly.

Mei Xinyi came and mopped the floor in a light purple shirt. She looked calm, her eyes were like water, and she couldn't see any waves.

"Idiot, what's wrong with you?"

Mei Niang slowly knelt down on the altar and lay at Mei's favorite feet.

"Master, please, Rao Linglong is still young and executed. It's too heavy and cruel..."

Mei's heart looked slightly moved.

"Master, God has the virtue of a good life, and those who forgive criminals will definitely be rewarded. Most of the women in the cold flower palace have had a bad fate and have lost their lives since childhood. It is inevitable that they will make mistakes. Please forgive her this time and give her a chance to reflect..."

Mei Niang's voice is very low, hoarse, but very firm.

Mei Xinyi couldn't help being moved.

This is her favorite disciple, as pure as water. She has always been weak and sickly, and she has been playing here for three days and nights.

"Nian Sheng's aunt pleaded for mercy, avoided the exquisite death penalty, and went to the West Courtyard to be a slave for life!" Mei Xinyi said slowly.

"Master..." Mei Niang looked unbearable. The women in the West Courtyard are all punished for making mistakes, and Lenghua Palace is the least status person. Just responsible for the chores of the Lenghua Palace. Linglong is only 17 years old, and if so, her life will be ruined.

"It's a great mercy for me to spare her not to die. Don't say any more..."

"The Lord of the Palace is compassionate!"

Under the altar, the disciples shouted together.

"This time, forgive Linglong. It is the sincerity of the holy aunt playing "The Song of Return to the Sky" on the altar. If there is anyone who dares to commit it again, he will never forgive him! Jufang Hall owner Mei's snow law is not strict, and he whipped 20 to show punishment!" Mei Xinyi's voice does not have any temperature.

Mei Niang trembled and fainted on the ground. Mei Xinyi held her in her arms and slowly walked off the altar.

The plum snow under the altar did not move and knelt down on one knee.

"Yes, my disciple will be punished."

Under the gray light, the snow was put down from the execution shelf. She was already sweaty and dressed in blood. The whip was like tearing her body, which hurt and had no strength at all. She couldn't help but collapse to the ground.

"Ouch, be careful, Lord Xuetang." The little fog next to her smiled and put her snow together. Her hands were touching Zhixue's wound. Zhixue exhaled in pain, resisted to break free from her, and fell heavily on the hard marble floor.

"Master Xuetang, I want to help you..."

The snow burst into tears with pain, but looked up at her.

"I won't bother you!"

From the beginning to the Cold Flower Palace, Zhixue suffered from the mist, but later, there was nothing wrong with it. Although Zhixue is an arrogant character who refuses to bow her head, she is not a person who must report after all. She wanted to forget about it, but the little fog became worse. Unexpectedly, she killed two birds with one stone, which harmed her and even dragged down the indisputable Mei Niang.

Looking at the woman in yellow in front of her, her mouth was smiling, but her slender eyes were full of ferociousness. They grew up together and had the same memory and experience. However, it is so, why is it too urgent to fight with each other?

"I really didn't expect that Xuetang master would protect his disciples like this? Xiaowu really regrets leaving Jufangtang..."

"Xiaowu, listen, I don't care what you do to others, and even how you do it doesn't matter to me, but you shouldn't harm Mei Niang... The road is still long, why do you bully others too much!"

Zhixue gritted her teeth and stood up, looked directly at Xiaowu with cold eyes. After saying that, she shook her painful and weak body and left.