Chapter 8 The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop

The night is getting darker, and the cold dew of autumn slowly came up. The moonlight is cold and bright, and the mountains near and far are caged in the cold flower palace.

The snow stood quietly next to the railing of Meiyuan Pavilion, listening to the sad sound of Mei Niang on the bamboo building not far away. Everyone is a pawn in this game, and anyone can become someone else's pawn. Even Mei Niang, who is not good at the dangers of the world, is not spared. And I stand on the cusp of the storm.

"Mei Niang, I want to take you home and go back to our home. I want to be the chess player."

The dungeon is dark and wet, and the faint torch shines on the shadow wall, with a strange red light.

Linglong was hung on the stone wall, covered with blood, her hair was messy, and her beautiful face was also distorted.

"Linglong..."

Mei Zhixue called her softly.

It took a long time for Linglong to react.

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?"

The exquisite voice is hoarse and weak, and she has not had much strength to torture.

Zhixue approached her and gently brushed her scattered on her forehead, covering the messy hair of her eyes, and saw those eyes full of hatred, contempt, and even ridicule. Those eyes are no longer as brilliant as before, but they still shock the snow.

"I'll come to see you."

An uninhibious smile crossed the corners of her mouth, and she gently raised her head, driving the chain on her hand to shake.

"What are you looking at me, how miserable I am?"

"I'm not going to hurt you. If I'm going to hurt you, I won't remind you on that day..."

She has always been such a lively and timid little girl, but she is also so unruly. The snow sighed.

"I know it's not you. The aunt is the kindest person, and the owner of Xuetang is also open and aboveboard. What's more, you and I have no grievances... Naturally, I know that some people can't see my happiness and think of ways to harm me, haha... She has made it. I really didn't expect that she is so cruel..."

There are tears in Linglong's eyes, but with extraordinary arrogance.

Snow looked at her in shock:

"Do you know who did it?"

"Little fog..."

Zhixue frowned. It seems that in this game, not only herself and Mei Niang, but also Linglong make chess pieces. It is not clear who is implicated in whom. What on earth is Xiaowu thinking? He has to deal with so many people cruelly.

"Why did she hurt you? You know why?"

"Because she also loves him, but he fell in love with me..." Linglong returned to the spring of March with a smile on the corners of her mouth.

At that time, she went out to work with Xiaowu and met the injured man. It seems that the children of the world have experienced depression and helplessness, and the two of them saved the man with kindness. After a few days together, they all fell in love with him. However, the man seemed to respect Xiaowu more and fell in love with the lively, simple and exquisite. After finishing the work, they had no choice but to return to the palace, bid farewell, agreed to contact by letter, and agreed to meet next time. On the day she was met by Zhixue, Linglong sent the man who sneaked up the mountain down the mountain.

"We really love each other, and he gives me the warmth I have never had before." Linglong's voice was gentle and resentful, recalling the sweetness of that day: "I lost my parents since I was a child and was left in this emotionless ice cave. No one loved me. When I was a child, I practiced and was beaten and punished. There were not many days of happy days. When I grew up, I ran around the world, killing people day and night. I was careful to be killed. . When I woke up at night, I didn't know why I was alive, and what was happy day after day... However, I met him. He was so handsome and loved to laugh. His smile was as warm as the sun. There were such bright people... He loved me, booed me, knew what I liked to eat, and coaxed me when I was unhappy... ”

All the time, Zhixue thought that the careless, cheerful and lively exquisite was heartless and happy today and not thinking about tomorrow... Zhixue couldn't help sighing. In the depths of these mountains, in the gorgeous cold flower palace, how many women who yearn for freedom and look forward to happiness have been imprisoned.

"You should know that you can't stay like this. Have you thought about the consequences of today..."

"Ha, the happiness of that day is enough. How can I care so much..."

The snow is also speechless for a while. Xiaoyin or Linglong, why don't you look forward to the warmth they have? Even if it's a day, don't hesitate to fight for it like a moth. Fortunately, there are also Mei Niang, who have been snuggled up to each other and warm each other. Therefore, she has been restraining and looking for a safe way to go.

"We are all poor people. It's a pity that we don't have a chance to keep our loved ones until old... If we are in the next life, we must not be born in this troubled world, just like the couple of a small poor family at the foot of the mountain. Men and women weave, and the coarse tea and light rice are better than this silk..."

Linglong sighed.

"Lord Xuetang, tell me, when will I be executed..."

Linglong asked, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"That person hasn't appeared yet, and he hasn't died everywhere. I'm afraid you still have some suffering..."

Snow said coldly. Even if she sighed in her heart, her face did not change. Her face was beautiful, but it seemed to be condensed with a layer of thin ice. She was motionless, happy, sad or angry, and coldly rejected people for thousands of miles.

The delicate contemptuous smile seemed to touch the wound, and he couldn't help grinning.

"Do you think I can say it? Even if you have exhausted this punishment, don't let me say him... He gave me the happiness of this life, how can I hurt him..."

"Xiaowu also knows it. I'm afraid this matter will be found out sooner or later. Why do you insist?"

The means of the cold flower palace, the snow is clear. The master wants to strictly investigate this matter. I'm afraid it won't end until the water comes out.

"She loves him. She just wants to hurt me. She won't say anything."

"People's hearts are unpredictable. Don't be too naive. You are probably a good person, but not everyone is as you think. I ask you, I don't disdain to kill him. Since I protected you from the beginning this time, I don't have to ask for credit to save anything now. After a pause, Zhixue added: "Holy aunt is very sorry for this matter. She is unwilling to underestimate people's lives. If you want to believe me, then I will try my best to help you..."

Close your eyes:

"Thank you for your kindness, Xuetangzhu, no need... If, in this palace, I can have a good sister like Xuetangzhu and Shengnu, I'm afraid it won't fall today..."

Tears fell quietly down Linglong's cheeks, and she was no longer willing to say another word.

In the morning, she went to Mei Xinyi's room to say hello. Mei Xinyi told Zhixue and asked Zhixue to announce that Linglong would be executed three days later.

In an instant, Zhixue felt that his eyes were dazzling and pale.

"Master, must she die?" Zhixue also doesn't know why she has the courage to ask this sentence. After all, this time, Linglong's incident was exposed because of Mei Niang. If Linglong died because of this, then I'm afraid Mei Niang will live in guilt for the rest of her life.

Mei Xinyi is dressed in purple, mysterious and noble. Her face was very white, her skin was still smooth, and her bright eyes were still shining. Years seemed to leave no trace on her body. She ignored the question of the trembling snow, and just casually fiddled with a few pots of begonias in the room. The begonia blooms just right, bright and beautiful.

"Should you ask this? Is there anything you are not familiar with about the rules of the Cold Flower Palace?

The master's words, even if calm, still contain a faint anger. However, Zhixue has been scrupulous.

"Master, can you let her go this time? Even if she violates the palace rules, she is not a traitor; and our palace rules are too harsh?

Mei Xinyi turned around and looked at the snow with her lips closed without any expression. She walked slowly to the snow, lifted the snow's jaw with her fingers, and stared at her for a long time. Zhixue was a little afraid. She couldn't help lowering her eyes and trying her best to avoid Mei Xinyi's direct eyes.

With a "pop", it hit Zhixue's face heavily. Zhixue was unprepared. He tilted and quickly half knelt on the ground.

"Master!"

As soon as the words came out, blood had dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"The Cold Flower Palace has flourished for a hundred years, relying on the prohibition of palace rules and door customs. Now it is said that the palace rules are harsh and unfriendly, but it is dejected. Where can I ask who to ask for favor? Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. If you want to gain a foothold in the world, you can't do without this harsh criticism. They are all women. If they all go with others, who will help the poor woman behind survive in this troubled times?

In the end, Mei Xinyi's words were already very soft. Zhixue couldn't help sighing. In the past few years, people in the world have been deeply discriminated against the Cold Flower Palace. Even, the cold flower palace is a place of fireworks. Fortunately, the palace rules are strict and there is no practical scandal. If this one is relaxed, I'm afraid it will be more difficult for the cold flower palace to gain a foothold in this storm.

"Zixue, you are the most outstanding disciple of this generation, so I let you become the master of Jufangtang at a young age, but you should know that you have extraordinary responsibilities in this position. Not only to establish prestige for the cold flower palace in the world, but also to maintain the majesty of the cold flower palace everywhere. Your words and your wishes are not only your own wishes, but also the wishes of the Lord of Jufang Hall and the Cold Flower Palace. Even if you don't want to, you should follow the rules of the Cold Flower Palace and implement them and say that you are willing to do so! Do you understand?"

Under Mei's cold eyes, Zhixue nodded and said yes.

"Get up. I hit you today, and I hope you remember what I said today."

Mei Xinyi stroked Zhixue's face, and her face was swollen with red fingerprints. The painful corners of the snow's mouth twitched.

"The disciple remembered it. Disciples quit!"

I just walked to the door and heard Mei's favorite call:

"Wait a minute, the man named Lin Mo is Linglong. He is a disciple of Mingjian Villa. He will probably come to the mountain these days and leave it to you. Dare to ** my disciple of Lenghua Palace, there is no mercy!"

The cold voice, the snow felt the coldness of the bone. However, there is no room for a turnaround.

"Yes!"

A painful response.