Chapter 12 The beauty is late and old, and she enters the tiger's den and bursts into tears

Turn to Zhuge and take a sleepless photo.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines on my face through the window.

There was a tingling pain in my heart. The fingers of my hands were deeply clenched, and my palms were already blurred.

"If it comes, it will be peaceful." I don't know when Nian Nujiao appeared behind me again.

Since it came, Anzhi had long forgotten when and who also said this to me, but now she is no longer there.

I slowly raised my head and looked at her coldly: "What on earth do you want me to do?"

He suddenly took a deep breath, and there was still no expression on his face: "I have no right to ask you to do anything. The fate of everyone here is in the hands of Mrs. Fan. You can do whatever she asks you to do. She let you die, and you have absolutely no right to live.

Listening to his words, I shivered again: "Isn't there no king's law in Peony Pavilion?"

"Wang Fa?" He suddenly sneered, and his eyes were deeper, sad and lonely: "If you conquer all the men in **, then you are the king of this Peony Pavilion."

I looked at her puzzledly.

She came slowly and sat next to me. The moon-white clothes looked so beautiful, and the people under the clothes were so cold and gorgeous: "A long time ago, I was the same as you. I didn't know what to do. I also asked Mrs. Fan the same question. But at that time, Mrs. Fan told me the same answer. Later, I found that all the girls in the Peony Pavilion understood this rule. Whoever conquers the hearts of all men in the world is the king of the world.

I looked at her in disbelief: "A woman like you shouldn't be here. It really shouldn't be."

He suddenly sneered, and I saw that the smile on the corners of her mouth was so beautiful: "I once foolishly thought that I was not suitable for here. But..." I saw a trace of trembling in her voice: "But I have given my best years here, the best years of a woman, so for me, I don't stay here now, it's just a body."

My hands are trembling. I don't know where to put them. My heart is confused? What happened to me and who sent me here? What on earth is it for? Is it? Do I also want to give my best youth here like Nian Nujiao in front of me? No, I can't, absolutely not. My fate must be in my own hands. I stood up in consternment and paced to the door.

"You can't escape. No one can escape from Mrs. Fan's hand."

Hearing this, I finally sat on the ground slowly against the door frame, closed my eyes, and tears slowly fell from my cheeks: Master, Yuer misses you so much.

I was dressed up like a demon again.

At least I think so. At this time, in my heart, the most terrible thing is not evil spirits, but beauty and people's hearts.

Nian Nu's temperament is like jade, but when he saw me after dressing up, he couldn't help but be a little moved.

I have long been used to the eyes of the world, and a sneer came out from the corners of my mouth: "Let's go!"

Nian Nujiao didn't say much and turned around in front of me to lead the way.

Bypassing the redundant corridor of flowers and lifting the pearl falling curtain, the thin window screen fluttered. There was beautiful and prosperous scenery everywhere, and there were beautiful women everywhere. They wore long skirts embroidered with big peonies. Seeing me and Nian Nujiao, from time to time someone stopped and looked at me, and then shouted at Nian Nujiao in front of me, "Sister Nian."

"Sister Nian, this sister is so gorgeous. Did Mrs. Fan buy it newly?"

Nian Nujiao didn't say anything. I followed behind and was speechless.

Finally, I went to an attic, and two little girl opened the bead curtain. Just like the outside, what I saw was still a group of flowers competing for beauty and opening.

At this moment, I even doubted who this Mrs. Fan was and whether she had attracted the most beautiful women in the world here.

"Mrs. Fan..." I heard that Nian Nujiao beside me didn't have any feelings. A cold voice.

Looking up at a late peony lying on the couch. Yes, late, peony. I think that when she was young, she must have been a beautiful woman. Although the skin on her face was a little loose at this time, she did not hide her still elegant demeanor.

With such a word, I'm afraid I still can't say that she doesn't accept her old face.

I suddenly have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the life in front of me, as if I have seen it somewhere before.

Mrs. Fan sat up slowly with the help of two maids. The moment he saw me, his eyes suddenly became dull for a moment, and then slowly became complex and deep.

Nian Nujiao reminded her again: "Mrs. Fan..."

She looked at me with awe-eyed and confused eyes: "What's your name?"

"Murong Yu..."

I answered rudely.

"What? What's your surname is Murong?" Mrs. Fan suddenly stood up from her bed in consternment, which was greater than when Queen Qingning in the palace saw me. The little maid beside her hurriedly held her back.

I was stunned for a moment: "What? Can't you? I'm not the only one with this surname in the world. I still have no expression.

Mrs. Fan seemed to have some differences and slowly calmed down her mood: "It's also..." Then she slowly sat down. The beauty all over the room was shocked by Mrs. Fan's mood swings just now, and this time she also recovered her nerves.

"How old are you this year?" Mrs. Fan spoke slowly.

"Twenty-eight..." My tone is also a little gentler.

Mrs. Fan's thoughts also seem to have been intermittent. For a long time, he looked straight at me: "Like... very similar... not like."

I don't know what she said, is it like or not? Like what? Doesn't it look like what?

"Miss Nian, you will handle Miss Murong's affairs in person in the future." Mrs. Fan suddenly returned to normal.

"Yes!" Nian Nujiao answered, "I don't know what other orders Mrs. Fan has."

"Let her live with you first." Mrs. Fan said lightly.

Seeing that Mrs. Fan didn't speak again, Nian Nujiao took me out of the door.

On the long corridor, the dazzling light shone on my eyes, and I couldn't open my eyes often to look at the scenery around me. At this time, I woke up and I really entered the tiger's mouth again.

Nian Nujiao's room is very clean. There are only two colors in the room, white and blue, which is faintly like the blue edge of his clothes. Nian Nu ordered Jiaoren to add a bed in his room.

I'm surprised to see. This peony pavilion is not a place that lacks rooms. Why did Mrs. Fan arrange for me to live in Nian Nujiao's room?

But my thoughts quickly turned to reality.

Seeing a few girls go out of the door, there were only two people left in the room, me and Nian Nujiao. I hurriedly took her arm and said, "Miss Nian, I beg you, let me go." My voice was almost choking and begging.

She gave me a faint look and repeated coldly: "No one can escape from Mrs. Fan's palm."

I had a trace of despair, but I still said again, "I don't want to be destroyed here like this in my life. Can you help me? I still have a lot of things to do. I knelt down for you." This is the first time I have succumbed to others. I want to be able to quietly get me out of such a place in the palace. It must make me disappear all my life. So at present, only Nian girl is my life-saving straw, and I must not let it go.

But what made me more desperate still happened. Nian Nujiao was not moved by my knees, and her face was cold and not even a trace of expression. My hand holding her arm suddenly stiffened in place at the moment I saw his cold eyes, and my whole body slowly sat on the ground.

Nian Nujiao looked at me coldly. Maybe there was something other than indifference, but I didn't see anything: "It's getting late. You can rest first. I have something else to do." I watched the figure without a trace of temperature disappear in the dark, and the corners of my eyes slowly slipped down two tears.

Is there really no hope? I looked around at the room with no temperature like Nian Nujiao. Slowly get up from the ground and touch the monotonous and noble settings in the room.

At this time, I suddenly remembered some people in my mind. In just seven months, Master, Brother Ling Ran, Xiao Yeyu, Qin Huang, Ximenque, Mo Youchen, Huantian Continent, Taoyuan, Fengque Pavilion, Royal Palace. In just seven months, the things I have experienced are unpredictable. I can't help but have a trace of gasp. My nerves can still How long will it last? Will there be a moment when you suddenly can't stand anything, and then collapse.

What is waiting for me in front of me?