Zheng Xueyi complained a little.
"I originally thought I would have a few good days following the current princess, but the first thing I did was to be assigned to dig graves."
Thinking about how she had been fighting with the wild dog for land and digging graves every night in recent days, Zheng Xueyi felt sad. She might as well be performing a stone-breaking performance on the street.
"Good days will come, they are all in the future."
Gu Qingsheng held his chin with one hand, holding a wooden stick in his hand.
"There's an old saying."
“When Heaven bestows upon a man a great responsibility, it first exercises his muscles and bones with toil, starves his body, and torments his mind.”
As soon as Zheng Xueyi heard this, she knew it was a trick to fool her.
His face was dark. He took great pains to dip the brush in some more blood and began to write on the wall with great effort.
"Is digging graves the mission given to us?"
Miao Lanlan complained about Gu Qingsheng in her heart
"You're going too far. After all, she's a girl. If she follows you, she'll be killing chickens and bleeding them, and searching through mass graves for corpses. Any normal girl would have fainted from fear."
After she said this, Gu Qingsheng fell silent for a long time. The corners of his mouth twitched after a while. He looked at Zheng Xueyi in the distance who picked up the broken limbs and carefully selected them as if they were works of art.
"Little girl? Huh? Fainted from shock?"
Miao Lanlan also fell silent.
"Just ignore me."
A gust of wind blew from somewhere, Gu Qingsheng wrapped himself tightly in his outer clothes, and Zheng Xueyi waved to him from a distance.
"Hey, how do you write the word 'harm' that means harming others?"
She waved the brush and some blood spread out, falling into the grass and dyeing it a little bit. The surroundings were densely covered with blood red. Zheng Xueyi scratched her head at this horrific scene, feeling complacent and indifferent.
"I not only take back what I said."
Miao Lanlan swallowed her saliva
"She seemed to be enjoying it."
Gu Qingsheng walked over with a branch in his hand, crossed his arms and looked at Zheng Xueyi helplessly.
"Have you forgotten what I just taught you yesterday?"
“Learning is too difficult.”
Zheng Xueyi felt a little embarrassed and put one hand on her sword again.
"It's not as easy as practicing sword."
Use a branch to dip some chicken blood, and the front end of the branch will immediately turn blood red, with blood dripping down.
It was inevitable that he felt a little uncomfortable, so Gu Qingsheng pinched the other side and demonstrated to Zheng Xueyi on the wall.
"You should still learn to read. Poetry and prose are very important nowadays. When you go back, come to my room at three o'clock every day, and I'll help you..."
“Who’s behind?!”
Gu Qingsheng, who was still nagging at Zheng Xueyi, didn't notice anything unusual behind her. When she reacted and turned around, Zheng Xueyi had already stood in front of her like a cat with its fur standing on end.
There were some noises coming from behind the tree right in front of them, and Gu Qingsheng also became alert.
Only Miao Lanlan said to Gu Qingsheng in a puzzled manner
"How about you hide first...?"
Before he could finish his words, a crescent-shaped figure stepped out from behind the tree, carrying some early morning mist, holding a white oil-paper umbrella, and slowly revealing his amazing face.
Xu Qingyi.
Gu Qingsheng's expression froze for a moment, and she subconsciously threw away the branch in her hand and hid her hand behind her back. The feeling of having nowhere to hide made her feel particularly embarrassed.
Xu Qingyi raised his head and looked around at the tragic scene on and under the wall, and finally his eyes fell on Gu Qingsheng's face.
Gu Qingsheng looked at him straight in the face, with his head held high, but his hands behind his back were shaking constantly.
I seem to have seen that white oil-paper umbrella somewhere before.
It was a windy night, but it was not strange to see Xu Qingyi holding an oil-paper umbrella. The shadow covered half of his face and also concealed the subtle loneliness in his eyes.
He walked over slowly, his footsteps so light, but they felt surprisingly heavy in Gu Qingsheng's heart.
Zheng Xueyi looked at Xu Qingyi warily and stretched out her hand to block Gu Qingsheng.
"It's okay, Xueyi."
Gu Qingsheng tugged at Zheng Xueyi's clothes and smiled at her.
"I can handle it myself."
Zheng Xueyi turned around and looked at Gu Qingsheng with disapproval, then stepped aside, leaving Gu Qingsheng to deal with it alone.
Soon, Xu Qingyi arrived in front of Gu Qingsheng. He lowered his head and looked at Gu Qingsheng with a slight frown.
Restraining his inner uneasiness, Gu Qingsheng raised his eyes and suddenly smiled at Xu Qingyi.
"Long time no see, Imperial Master."
"As you can see, all of this was done by me. It has nothing to do with her."
"Are you going to report me to the Emperor?"
"Or should I tell your sister Gu Miao, huh?"
Xu Qingyi's eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and he didn't feel any emotion at all because of Gu Qingsheng's words.
After a long time, he suddenly reached out and pulled Gu Qingsheng's hand over.
The finger, still stained with blood and the smell of blood, was carelessly displayed in front of Xu Qingyi. Even if Gu Qingsheng had more to say, he couldn't say anything now.
Next, Xu Qingyi's actions successfully stunned Gu Qingsheng.
He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped Gu Qingsheng's fingers very carefully.
The expression was as serious as if he was treating some rare treasure.
The soft touch came from his fingertips, and Gu Qingsheng's hands even trembled.
Her lips were gray, and she looked at Xu Qingyi and suddenly pulled her hand out of her dream.
"What does this mean, Imperial Master? Are you teasing me?"
Xu Qingyi was not giving up and pulled her hand back again. This time, Gu Qingsheng wanted to pull it away, but it was not so easy.
"Too bloody."
Just listen to him.
“It will be contaminated by evil.”
As he spoke, he wiped the last bit of blood off Gu Qingsheng's fingers. He was holding an umbrella, his expression warm and gentle.
Then, Xu Qingyi turned around and walked away with a paper umbrella, without saying a word about what happened here.
Zheng Xueyi walked over strangely and looked at Xu Qingyi's figure
"Why, he won't tell on us?"
The hand just wiped felt hot, Gu Qingsheng pursed his lips
"……have no idea."
"alright."
She turned her head and picked up the branch she had just thrown away. This time, she was very careful not to get it stained with the chicken blood.
"Come on, let's continue."
…
After a few hours or so, the maids started to get up and start working.
A maid came over in the mist, carrying a basin of water. Her steps were very brisk, but she could feel a puddle of water under her feet.
Although the fog is heavier, the weather has indeed been drier recently, so there shouldn't be any accumulation of water.
She felt a little curious and lifted the soles of her feet to take a look.
But the moment he raised his head, his pupils shrank instantly, the blood-red color sank into the soles of his feet, and he immediately threw the basin of water in his hand away!
The sound of splashing water dispersed more fog. Shivering, she looked at the wall beside her.
Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded throughout the palace.
"ah!!!"
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