Chapter 70 Purgatory

This winter is extremely cold. With the fall of a heavy snow, the imperial city of Beijin and the Dayun barracks across a river are all white. Lan Su's "Mo Shang Hall" is the most magnificent and luxurious palace in the imperial city. Although it is cold outside, it burns the silver charcoal and fragrance of Muto Shanggong in her hall. The charcoal is called "silver silk". It is all because of the smoke at the time of burning, and there is no charcoal and fire. It burns for a long time. A small piece is placed in the blue enamel and gold-gold hand stove, which can burn for three or four hours. Although the fragrance is not as expensive as silver charcoal, it is also fragrant but not frivolous, which is very popular.

Yuan is not willing to provide her. As long as she doesn't come out to make trouble, he is willing to live with her. How can Lansu not know his thoughts? She has a lot of calculations in her heart. At present, the time is not yet ripe, so she has to lie like this. On the contrary, the mother and son get along much better than before.

Lansu was awakened by a sad cry. She suddenly turned over and sat up from the soft sofa sprinkled with golden hibiscus, "Who is it? Come on!"

Her close palace man hurriedly ran in in her clothes, "Empress Dowager, I'm here!"

Lan Shu saw her and settled down slightly. Her eyes were still hazy, and she faintly saw a white light outside. "Why has the sky been so bright?"

The palace man also opened it out of the window, "It snowed heavily last night, and it's not yet bright outside. It's just snow."

Lan Su nodded tiredly and buried her head in her knees. Her long black satin-like hair fell on her side, and she could not see the sporadic white hair in the dim light in the room. She only felt that she was still gorgeous and skillful.

"Who is the person outside who screams so miserably?" Her voice sounds a little stuffy. The palace man chattered for half a day before stammering, "Yes, it's the princess... Princess..."

Lan Soo raised her head, and the expression on her face didn't mean anything, "What's wrong with her?"

The palace man thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and told Lan Shu some gossip he had heard in his ears in the past few days. Such a terrible thing, even though she is well-informed in the deep palace, also feels that it is really beyond the scope of understanding. In the face of the biological mother of this reckless princess, even if she doesn't say it, Lan Shu has a thousand ways to find out. At that time, it will be unfavorable to herself.

However, Lan Su said that she had been busy since Qingying taught her how to make peach blossoms. She asked Yuan Li to send people outside the palace to find dozens of young, beautiful and innocent girls, and locked them all in the side hall of the palace where she lived.

"Oh? What is this going to do?" Lan Shu looked at the palace man puzzledly, but the palace man felt that his throat seemed to be tied with a thousand pounds of iron, and his mind was also confused. He asked her to talk again, but he couldn't say it. Her face turned red, and finally she had to say, "What on earth are you going to do... Slaves and maidservants don't know either.

"However," she said urgently, "the Empress Dowager can go and have a look by herself!"

She has been following Lansu for a long time, and Lansu has long known her temperament. Milo must be doing something unexpected again. Lan Shu is not a compassionate and virtuous woman. Other people's lives are not as good as grass mustard in her eyes, but she doesn't want her daughter to be blue in such a thing.

"Then go and have a look." Lan Yu came down from the bed, regardless of the wind and snow outside. He simply washed it, put on a purple fox's cloak and staggered out of the "Mo Shang Hall".

Miro's residence is far from the "Mo Shang Hall", but it is very close to Yuan's bedroom. Lansu walked all the way and became angry again. He wouldn't know what she had done. Such indulgence obviously wanted to kill her!

The snow was too deep than a foot, and Lan Xu did not ride on his shoulders. He held the hands of the palace people and walked to Mi Luo with a deep and shallow foot.

Before I turned around the royal garden, I heard a suppressed cry and sobbed, mixed with several people's unclear scolding, but I had never heard the sound of whiplash.

Lan Su's heart pounded up and couldn't help speeding up his pace. The palace man was more scared than her, and the road under his feet was unstable. Instead, Lan Su dragged her.

A master and a servant helped each other and came to the outside of Miro's hall. The door of the side hall was tightly closed, but the crying inside came out from the crack of the door.

Lan Yu's face was cold, straightened his back and walked forward, "What is this doing?"

When the palace people saw the empress dowager, they immediately knelt down. Lan Su has been in charge of the harem for decades, and his power is still there. Although the master of Beijin is Yuan, these bullied little palace people are not afraid of Lan Su.

"Won't you say it yet?" Lan Su saw that his subordinates were just kneeling and did not answer, and raised their voices slightly. The palace people were even more scared, and those who were timid hung their shoulders and trembled like sieves.

"If you go back to the Empress Dowager's words, the prince, the princess and the highness have orders, and the slaves and slaves are also ordered to do it!" A palace man who looked like a steward stammered. When his subordinates heard this, he even echoed, "Yes, so are slaves and slaves!" The maidservant begs the empress dowager for her kindness!"

When Lan Shu saw that they were wading like this, he knew it was not good, and he didn't have time to bother here anymore. He kicked away the steward and stepped up the steps and came to the side hall.

When those palace people saw that the empress dowager was going to break in, they really didn't have the courage to stop them. If they didn't stop them, they would be punished by Milo in the future. Both of them were dead and looked at each other and didn't know what to do. They only effectively used ostriches and pretended to know nothing, and now they became birds and beasts scattered.

Milo came to the door of the side hall, looked at the two new vermilion painted wooden doors, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed it away at once.

"Who is it?" A ray of light shone straight in, and I heard Milo screaming sharply, "I didn't let you serve outside. Don't you understand?"

"It's me!" Lan Shu's face is like a thousand-year-old ice pool, with a gloomy cyan color. "What are you doing..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the scene in the hall with her own eyes. The next words were locked in her throat and took a cold breath. Even if she is far more resolute than an ordinary woman, she can't help trembling, and the palace man who has been following her, screamed and then sits softly on the ground.

What kind of scene is this purgatory on earth! Lan Shu opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the people in front of him, if he could still be called a human! If she hadn't listened to the words of the close palace man before and laid the foundation in her heart, even if she had asked her to guess a few more times, she would never have known that these things like flesh and blood skins in front of her were actually some young girls in the age of cardamom.

What kind of human purgatory scene is this! Lan Shu opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the people in front of him, if he could still be called a human! If she hadn't listened to the words of the close palace man before and laid the foundation in her heart, even if she had asked her to guess a few more times, she would never have known that these things like flesh and blood skins in front of her were actually some young girls in the age of cardamom.

She mechanically turned her eyes to the corner of the side hall and saw a white-haired old man in a cyan Taoist robe. It was Qingying who seemed to be disturbed by her at all, but focused on what she was doing.

Lan subconsciously took a few steps forward to see clearly. Unexpectedly, he wanted to get closer and saw a small mahogany seat in the corner. A girl in white sat on it. Her face was even whiter than her clothes. She could faintly see that her facial features were very delicate, her long hair was loose, and the clear shadow was real. Cut it off for her.

Her exposed wrists and ankles are very weak, and she looks like she has not eaten for many days, but there is still a breath in her cavity that refuses to disperse.

Her hands and feet were firmly tied to the chair, but Lan SU thought that even if she was not tied, I'm afraid she didn't have the strength to escape. She once personally sent many red-white girls to the dragon bed of the former lord, and the girl in front of her awakened some really beautiful memories.

"What are you going to do to her?" She couldn't help asking Qingying Zhenren, and her voice could already be heard trembling.

Qingying turned a deaf ear and continued to move. The girl didn't even have a hateful look, just staring at her dark hair accumulating little by little at her feet. She looked like being slaughtered, but it made Lan Su's eyes hot.

Lan Shu turned to face Milo, "What's wrong with you? Why is it so weird? Let all these women go!"

Miro looked at her contemptly and walked to the Qingying real person, as if he was carefully inspecting his work.

The whole hall was very quiet, and nothing could be heard except Lan Yu's rapid breathing and some vague dripping sounds. Those girls didn't know whether they were dead or alive, and there was no breath at all.

The girl's last strand of hair also fell to the ground, revealing her white scalp. Qingying Zhenren and Milo's expressions gradually became nervous, and there was a trace of excitement. Lan Yu didn't know what they were going to do next, so he had to stand aside and look at it.

Qingying Zhenren took a fine cowhide water bag from the plum blossom on one side. Lan Su recognized it. It was the calf's cowhide, embroidered with beautiful patterns on it. He nodded to Milo, who came up happily, took the small water bag and put it on the girl's chest.

Qingying Zhenren looked at the girl with satisfaction for the last time, took out a thin cone of a lotus head made of red gold from his sleeve, wiped it finely with a silk handkerchief, and suddenly penetrated deeply into the girl's heart, which was still weakly undulating!

"Ah!" Lan Xu covered his face and felt a warm splash on the back of his hand! The girl's fragrance and bloody fishy smell lingered in her nose.

"This is 'Peach Blossom', Empress Dowager..." Qingying Zhenren lay in her ear, gently gnawing at her earlobe and lowered her voice.