The air between the two seemed to freeze, and the silence spread bit by bit like an overturned inkstone.
He stopped smiling and frowned slowly.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
He almost mocked the girl in front of him who knew nothing about the world.
"Do you know what will happen when you go in? You will be..."
"How do you know if you don't try?" The man's words were interrupted by her calmly, "Why do you always like to deny others before they have tried it? Moreover, it is what you want to see."
"Even if I get killed by him, it will be the result I have prepared for."
He choked. He originally just wanted to scare her. Let alone a noble girl, she was an innocent daughter of an ordinary family. There was no one who was not afraid of these things.
He didn't know whether to praise her that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers or that she was too confident. He shook his head helplessly.
"Just take what I just said as nonsense. If something happens to you here, I'm afraid Zhongyang won't let me go when he comes back. This is not the place you should stay in. Facing a cruel and tyrannical man, you have no self-confidence at all. It’s better to save the room as soon as possible..."
Before she finished speaking, the girl turned around and walked to the wing where she came from. Wei Zheng frowned and followed her, softly shouting: "Stop."
She turned a deaf ear and walked quickly, almost holding her skirt as she shuttled between the corridors. For a while, the man could only follow behind, and finally grabbed her sleeves, and the two stopped at the door of the wing.
"I finally understand why he is so worried about you." He gritted his teeth.
There was a man's impatient voice coming from inside, and there was also the faint sound of a vase being smashed on the ground. The woman's voice was almost inaudible. The turtle slave who was not far away trotted over with his sleeves tucked in, followed by two little turtles. The slave entered the side room and after a while, he carried out a dying woman with bruises all over her body.
The woman lowered her head and was lifted out. There was still a faint trace of blood between her legs.
On the snow-white skin, the ferocious marks became more and more obvious and terrifying.
A faint smell of obscenity wafted in, mixed with the smell of blood.
Shen Yinxiao's throat rolled and he subconsciously took half a step back.
"look."
Wei Zheng's faint voice came to his ears: "Only when I saw it with my own eyes did I know how to be afraid. With your temper, you will suffer a lot in the future."
"Let's go, I'll take you back." He pinched her arm, turned around and walked out: "A girl's family doesn't need her reputation to come to a place like this."
She stood still.
The hand he pinched held his arm with his backhand and gently pulled him towards her.
Wei Zheng was caught off guard and pulled and staggered.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
The stalemate atmosphere also changed instantly.
In an instant, the girl became the guest.
The strange touch on his arm made him pause. The green-white fingertips, like green vines, faintly wrapped around his sleeves and climbed straight up. Mixed with the faint fragrance of jasmine, he was breathless for a moment.
On the moon-white Sichuan brocade embroidered with oleander, the girl's white hands were made more and more tender, and the warmth from the palm of her hand was transferred to the forearm layer by layer. His muscles were tense, and his fingers were tightly wrapped and then released.
He laughed.
His shoulders also sagged.
Finally defeated.
"Since you want to try it, just try it."
He had a headache, raised his hand to press his brow bone, waved his sleeves, and summoned the turtle slave from afar, "Take this lady down to change her clothes and bring her back."
Then he lowered his head and said to her: "If you are scared, find an excuse to come out. If he touches you, just shout and I will be outside. Don't worry about the rest. No matter what, don't let him touch your body."
She let go and let out a lukewarm "um."
The man frowned and looked at her leaving figure.
Shen Yinxiao was taken to a side room. On the dressing table in the room, there were all kinds of rouge and gouache. The turtle slave picked out a fairly tight dress and brought it to her hands respectfully.
Having been waiting for a long time, he knew that the identity of the girl in front of him was unusual, so he did not dare to neglect her. After asking and finding out that she did not need a maid, he bowed his head and retreated, guarding the door.
Shen Yinxiao put on a skirt.
It was a calamus-purple satin skirt with folded branches and iris flowers, and a wide moon-white soft smoke shawl. It was probably put on her to cover the exposed skin on her neck and collarbone.
He took off the white jade hairpin ring on his head, opened the dowry box and picked out a few gilt hairpins to put on. When he stood up, he passed by the white plum blossoms in the vase on the incense table next to the screen. He paused and folded a bud. The white plum blossoms are stuck on the temples.
Wei Zheng had been standing in front of the side room, letting the fat pig inside howl, kicking over the desk, overturning the brocade tent, and the crackling sound was disturbing.
Mother Liu listened cautiously for a long time, and noticed Wei Zheng's uncertain expression, and said cautiously: "My lord, Marquis Chen Xiang has urged you several times, why don't you let other girls serve first? I'm afraid he will make trouble if he gets angry..." ....”
make trouble?
He sneered darkly.
His patience with these people was really running out.
"How do you deal with this kind of garbage, do you want me to teach you?" The man's voice was gloomy, like a frozen river, making people shudder.
Mother Liu understood and was so frightened by the murderous intent in his eyes that she didn't dare to speak anymore.
"I understand, slave. When the time comes, drink some wine and throw it into the river."
Although Cuihua Tower has handled many similar matters for Wei Zheng over the years, after all, he is a marquis with a title.
"Then..." Mother Liu said, wanting to say something else.
The man tapped the wall painted with pepper mud with his fingers and made two muffled sounds.
The remaining half of her words were stuck in her throat. She looked up at him, only to find that his eyes were no longer here, and his mind seemed to be drifting away. The coldness just now had dissipated, replaced by a strange feeling. look.
She had seen this look on the faces of many men visiting brothels.
He secretly looked back along the line of sight of the man in front of him.
Shen Yinxiao was wearing a shawl and a calamus purple skirt, and Shi Shiran came slowly from the end of the corridor.
A budding white plum on her temples stood out against her rosy cheeks. She met the man's gaze from a distance. She took the lead in narrowing her eyes to avoid his sharp gaze.
He squinted his eyes, as if he understood why Wei Cheng always held her tightly and refused to let go.
The rich purple is like a purple cloud.
He vaguely remembered that every time he saw her before, she was either dressed in moon white, sky blue, or a light color like goose yellow.
Today, he suddenly discovered that the rich purple color matched her charm even more.
There is a faint fragrance coming.
The hands hidden in his sleeves were clasped blankly, as if trying to grasp something.
But the faint fragrance slipped silently from his fingertips.
I could only watch as she stepped into the wing.
