Chapter 27: Peace (1) [VIP]
Seeing this graceful and delicate figure approaching leisurely, Feng Yan showed a proud expression, and curled his thin lips as usual, holding a silver sword in his arms.
He straightened up with a smile, his cynical demeanor unchanged as usual, and raised his sword to the delicate figure he had longed for. "Congratulations, Princess, on successfully eliminating a great general."
"idiot."
Chu Qingluo slapped Feng Yan with her palm. Her eyes were fierce and her force was so strong that the man stumbled and fell without warning.
Fearing that he didn't understand the extent of his mistake, she slowly approached, looked down at him, sneered a few times, and then coldly reminded him: "I asked you to prepare the cartilage powder, and what did you give me..."
Feng Yan chuckled when he heard this, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips.
He wiped the bloodstain seemingly unconcerned, the smile on his lips undimmed. "I do not wish to see the princess dirty her hands with the blood of that filthy man. It would be more satisfying to poison him than to kill him with a dagger myself."
"Clean and neat, put an end to it all, to avoid any more trouble..."
I know what she is worried about. If we investigate the source of the medicine, we will be afraid of finding out where it came from.
Feng Yan suddenly said with certainty, "I am certain that the poison cannot be traced back to the princess."
However, the poison he gave was made by him after many years of hard work. There was no way for the people in the palace to find any trace of it. They searched all the pharmacies for it but could not find it. Eventually, there was no trace of it left.
Pretending to walk closer, Feng Yan stood in front of her with great interest, his long white fingers lightly running through her dark hair. "Even if they find the source, it was done by one of my subordinates alone, and has nothing to do with Fu Zhao."
This person had already said so, so no one would know where the poison powder came from. However, what she was concerned about was not just the medicine, but the fact that she was deceived.
A mere follower dared to bully his master. If he didn't teach her a lesson, he would probably forget where she was.
Chu Qingluo smiled gently with him, but her eyes suddenly turned as cold as an icy lake, causing even the shadows of the trees in the forest to tremble...
Suddenly opening his eyes slightly, Feng Yan felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
He lowered his eyes and saw that the dagger given to him had pierced his body, and his black robe was instantly stained with crimson.
However, because the robe was too dark, it was difficult to discern much blood-red.
She stood there leisurely, without any sympathy. Although her face was beautiful, she was extremely cold.
"You even dare to deceive me, what can you not do in the future?" She couldn't help but sneer, wanting to make the bloody atmosphere even more intense. "What a night of long dreams! I will kill you to prevent any future trouble."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Unexpectedly, the man in front of her suddenly laughed, as if the more she tortured him, the happier this madman felt.
The laughter irritated her.
Chu Qingluo seemed impatient, her eyes raised indifferently, and she slowly turned the dagger in her hand: "You can still laugh?"
"Cough cough..." After a few moments, the wound was covered in blood and flesh. Feng Yan could not bear the pain and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Ugh..." However, the princess still did not stop. His injuries gradually worsened and it might take a long time to heal. He seemed unable to bear it any longer and cried out like begging for mercy while wagging his tail.
"Princess...Princess..."
She thought he must have endured to the extreme. She pulled out the dagger coldly, and blood gushed out immediately, causing the man in front of her to stagger and fall, and then hurriedly covered the wound with his skin torn and flesh torn.
Chu Qingluo watched coldly, raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the blade, and warned in a stern voice: "Next time I find out about your deception, the punishment will be even more severe than today."
"The princess showed mercy to me and didn't kill me..." Thinking that she could have taken his life but was merciful to him, Feng Yan laughed even more happily, completely ignoring the pain of his injuries, and a smile appeared on his face again.
"Princess, you're still a little soft-hearted towards your subordinates...hahahaha..."
It's really hard to reason with this guy.
She snorted coldly, took a step forward, and gave a cold order: "I don't want to see you again. Let Ningzhu come next time."
Feng Xuan gradually grew weaker due to excessive blood loss. His eyes slightly closed, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he still jokingly said, "If I kill Ning Zhu, the princess will have no choice but to choose me..."
Seeing this, she was furious. She felt that this man was really difficult to control. If he didn't obey her orders, what use would he be...
Filled with resentment, Chu Qingluo unsheathed the dagger again, threw it suddenly, and the dagger pierced the wound just now.
"ah……"
Unable to bear the pain, Feng Xuan groaned and struggled to lift up the dagger that had stabbed him. His face was covered in cold sweat, and he closed his eyes as if fainting, with a trace of desolation all over his body.
"I've already lost a life tonight, and I don't mind losing another."
As soon as she finished saying this, she squatted down and gently felt Feng Yan's breath, knowing that this Fu Zhao Zuo Shi was able to endure the pain and still survive.
In order to teach Feng Xin a lesson, it seems that I went too far with him...
Wondering whether he had been too cruel, Chu Qingluo was silent for a while, then lit another wisp of incense and ordered the people of Fuzhao to carry Feng Yan back and take good care of him for a few days.
That night, she also
Since then, everyone in the mansion has been in a state of panic. She simply stopped going to the piano hall and stayed alone in her boudoir, which lasted for many days.
She didn't care whether the class was still going on as usual in the main hall. She just knew that she should pretend to be afraid so as not to arouse suspicion.
Once this storm is over, she can proceed to avenge her country's destruction. She wants to snatch the position of Grand Musician of the Ministry of Rites from the palace in one fell swoop and hold it in her hands.
Late one night, she was still in the room with the dim lamp on, quietly waiting for that pure and beautiful figure to arrive.
At night, even if the gentleman was depressed and angry, he would definitely choose a time to come here when he saw that she was not in the Qintang.
Chu Qingluo was lying on the soft couch. Seeing that it was already late at night, she packed up and went to bed, thinking that she would not be able to see the beautiful woman tonight.
She hadn't yet sorted out her thoughts, but she was very familiar with this movement. Seeing this, her cherry lips slowly curled up.
Walking leisurely to the door, Chu Qingluo calmed down and asked softly, "Who... is that person outside the door?"
"Yes, Master."
After a while, the clear voice rang out softly under the moonlight, which seemed to be more pleasant than the sound of a piano, but it also revealed a sense of coldness, keeping others away.
She was silent for a moment, her tone much softer than before the palace banquet: "Sir, entering a woman's boudoir alone late at night might cause misunderstandings."
Through a door, Qu Hanjin said in a cold voice that he wanted to go to the side room with her to talk in detail.
"Come to the side hall tomorrow. I have something to tell you."
The door was then opened from the inside, and a delicate and graceful woman was standing in the private room, wearing only a nightgown, and smiled softly at him.
"No need, sir, please come in and tell me." Chu Qingluo stepped back lightly, indicating that he could go into the boudoir to talk in detail, and there was no need to wait until tomorrow.
Once she was ill, this woman was not allowed to enter the boudoir.
He didn't move for a long time, staring at her cautiously. "You said before that if I insisted on entering this room, it would be a great breach of etiquette."
"I was reluctant before, but I am very scared tonight, so I would like to ask you to come into the room and keep me company for a while." As if to apologize for her previous rudeness and impoliteness, she raised her lips softly and slightly curved her dark eyebrows.
"Besides, this entire mansion belongs to you, sir. You can come and go as you please, and you can enter the elegant rooms in the pavilion."
The more he listened to this, the more ironic it seemed. Qu Hanjin's eyes were cold, and he stared at the figure in the bedroom. He whispered back, "I have no ill intentions. I just want to know how you're doing."
It was too easy for people to see him outside, so he knew it was not advisable to stay by the door for long. He followed her wishes and stepped into the private room, and the door was then closed tightly.
Seeing her draw the curtains on the windowsill, there was only a dim light in the room shining on their faces. Qu Han was extremely careful, his deep eyes became clear, and the coldness subsided a little.
"I haven't seen you these past few days. You must be frightened by the general's death at the banquet."
Her eyelashes drooped as she heard the words, and her delicate body trembled slightly. She was particularly terrified by the general's death, and whispered softly, "If Xu Anyao hadn't saved me that day, I would be the one in prison now."
"Qingluo, I will protect you and this Siyue Mansion. You don't have to be afraid. You..."
He wanted to use this to comfort her, but halfway through his words, he was suddenly startled.
The bright and beautiful beauty in front of his eyes had already entered his arms and hugged him tightly.
Qu Han had never been so intimate with a woman before, and he froze for a moment, with a faint blush on his ear.
The pretty girl was only wearing thin clothes, and it seemed that she did it intentionally and unintentionally, true and false, real and unreal, but she really stirred up ripples in his heart.
"Sir, you've been angry for so long, but now you've calmed down a little..." She leaned quietly in his arms, her words filled with apology, her voice like a silver bell trembling slightly, as if she didn't want to argue with him again and had regretted it for a long time.
"If I had known what happened at the palace banquet, I would never have gone..."
Qu Hanjin listened silently, a feeling of pity welling up in his heart. If she didn't say it during this visit, he would have also intended to apologize.
As for why he had to bow to a girl, he couldn't explain it. He just felt uneasy after arguing with her for several days.
The delicate body in his arms was soft and sweet, and her every frown and smile filled his mind with thousands of thoughts. Qu Hanjin somehow spread his sleeves and hugged her back.
He persuaded himself again and again that the students were just too afraid and he was just... comforting them.
His slender jade fingers gently stroked the black hair on the back of her neck. He then embraced her slender waist and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid... It's all over..."
"Thank goodness, sir, you are here. Thank goodness, sir..."
Chu Qingluo buried her head and murmured softly. It took her a long time to calm down. Suddenly, she felt that his behavior was too intimate. She quickly broke free and looked at him silently.
Knowing that this was inappropriate, she was flustered and at a loss as to what to do, with shame and regret in her eyes as she adjusted her slightly messy skirt.
When Chu Qingluo looked back again, her smile was as bright as spring breeze.
Remembering that her husband had come to discuss something important, she straightened her face for a moment and asked softly, "What is it that you came here to discuss?"
No one knows about the embrace and entanglement tonight, and the disputes left over from the past seem to have been resolved.
Qu Hanjin's brows turned cold again, and although the blush on his ears had not dissipated, the words he said still made her pause suddenly.
"The dagger is broken, the strings are polished."
How could you have known that the poison was sprinkled on the strings...
How could he know that the person who poisoned her was her and not someone else...
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