Rose Garden gradually became quiet. In the front yard across a lake from Rose Garden, there was a room with lights on at this time.
Cheng Yi hesitated outside the hospital for a long time, and the flower note in his hand became increasingly hot to the touch. Obviously the flower paper is exquisite and elegant, and the fragrance of the hibiscus on it is also elegant and pleasant. But now when he smelled the fragrance on the flower paper, Cheng Yi felt that it was so rich and pungent that he almost suffocated.
He asked Chengying who was guarding the master's door for help, but Chengying gave him a silent and cold look.
Cheng Yi was as depressed as a bereaved dog. Knowing that no one could help him this time, he wiped his face and bowed his hand to Cheng Ying.
Cheng Ying then knocked lightly on the door, "Master, Cheng Yi wants to see you."
Cheng Yi straightened his chest silently and listened uneasily to the movement in the room. He was afraid that his master would not see him, but he was also afraid that his master would see him.
After a long time, a deep and hoarse male voice finally came from the room, "Come in."
Cheng Yi pushed the door open and walked in. In the brightly lit room, he saw a tall and tall black figure standing in front of the west window with his back to the door. He wore a jade crown on his head, and his sharp features were hidden in the shadows. His long and strong hands held a white silk handkerchief, and he slowly wiped the sharp sword in his hands.
The sword was quite old, and it was the sharp blade that the ancestors of the Shen family carried with them in their early years. The ancestors of the Shen family originally held this sharp sword and followed the founder of the country in the north and south. They fought in and out of the battlefield and made unparalleled achievements.
The sword is made of black iron, the blade is extremely thin, and it emits a cold light when it is turned over. Cheng Yi was already frightened, but when he was stabbed by the cold light, it was like a thorn in his back. He immediately bowed down and said, "Master."
"What's the matter?"
Cheng Yi handed out the flower note in his hand, bending his waist at almost ninety degrees, "This is a flower note sent by Princess Changrong to the master, inviting the master to gather at Wangyue Tower tomorrow evening."
The man who was wiping his sword suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Cheng Yi. Although Cheng Yi did not raise his head, he still felt a strong sense of oppression. His palms were wet with sweat, something seemed to be blocked in his throat, and a huge mountain seemed to be pressing on his back, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Qin Mingzi, the princess of Changrong Princess, is a taboo figure in the Wu'an Hou Mansion. She was the master's first wife. Of course, the two parties had already reconciled.
Princess Changrong has a fairy-like appearance and a privileged background. She grew up under the Queen's knees. It is no exaggeration to describe her as the sweet daughter of an emperor. The master had a childhood friendship with Princess Changrong because he went to the palace to study with the prince when he was young. Back then, the Queen was the matchmaker. The two men were talented and beautiful, and they were a match made in heaven. The two families were successful, and everyone in the capital was optimistic about it. The clinker is that the marriage between the two people, who were supposed to be deeply in love and harmonious, lasted less than a year and ended miserably.
Because it was the queen who granted the marriage, the two reconciled and went up to Heaven to hear it. The queen and the emperor repeatedly tried to persuade them, but they had no choice but to make a decision. In the end, the clouds dispersed in Gaotang and the mirror broke up.
What is disappointing is that Princess Changrong remarried again after being divorced for only half a year. On the contrary, it is the master, who is now alone and alone.
Cheng Yi quickly ran through these messages in his mind, but the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more intense. The room was as silent as a deserted place, and the atmosphere was oppressive and breathless. Cheng Yi was upset that he had only been in a daze for a moment today before someone stuffed a hot potato into his arms. While silently thinking about the beauty and charm, I warned myself: since the two sides are not meant for each other, they should stop thinking about it as soon as possible. He was thinking about his old relationship, but she only focused on completing the errands assigned by the princess, which pushed him into a dilemma.
There is no shortage of people around the master. If you are half-hearted, there will be no place for you around the master in the future.
Just when Cheng Yi was thinking about it, a man's cold voice sounded in the room, "Take it out and burn it."
Cheng Yi suddenly trembled and hurriedly responded, "Yes."
The room became silent again, and after a while, the master's cold and low-pitched warning sounded again, "Next time, get out of the Marquis' Mansion."
All the hairs on Cheng Yi's body stood up, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead finally couldn't bear the weight and fell to the ground with a "plop" and "plop". Cheng Yi's pupils shrank suddenly and his mind tightened. He knelt down suddenly on one knee and said, "Yes, I know my crime and I don't dare to do it again."
"Get out."
Cheng Yi took the hot flower note in his hand and hurriedly backed out.
Standing outside the courtyard, he burned the flower note cleanly in front of Chengying. The burned ashes did not dare to be left in the courtyard to be an eyesore, so they were quickly put into flower pots. Cheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Chengying, wanting to ask if there was anything wrong with Chengying, but he saw that Chengying had drooped eyebrows and was too lazy to pay attention to him, so it was obvious that he had some negligence.
Cheng Yi was a rough guy, and he thought a lot, and finally he suddenly realized: the master felt disgusted when he heard the words "Princess Changrong". Although he burned the flower paper now, if there was a seemingly non-existent scent of hibiscus on the flower paper, it was Still lingering in the air, this...it's a shame that he can't absorb all the air in this world!
