The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

Chapter 17 Forced to leave ([-])

"Bai Yu'er, Bai Yu'er..."

Lanlan opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was dark. Was it a dark night without lights?

No, it was the black mist that covered her eyes, covering her eyes like a black hand replacing the eyelids. When she opened her eyes, it was darkness.

When I stretched out my hand, I could see no fingers.

In the mist, she clung to a lantern. The lantern seemed to be extinguished and no light came out.

In that darkness, the extinguished wicks emitted cold smoke, as if the black mist in front of them was exhaled from it.

Holding a wickless lantern that brought endless darkness, she suddenly walked into the endless darkness.

"Bai Yu'er——"

Lanlan's grip on Fourth Master's hand became more and more tight, as if it was a lantern that could bring her light. However, the longer she walked in the darkness, this self-deceptive light would also be shattered.

Sitting in front of the bed, Fourth Master stroked his sweaty forehead and gently wiped the sweat, as if he was wiping the most peculiar treasure in the world.

The hand that Lanlan was holding on to Fourth Master was also sweaty and sticky, and their hands were intertwined like glue.

This kind of close connection, entwined like roots and branches, a delicate and gentle feeling quietly sprouted in the fourth master's heart, and is slowly conquering every inch of his body along with the dense capillaries on his body. territory.

As if he felt that the power coming from Lanlan's hand was not enough, the fourth master in turn grasped Lanlan's exquisite and delicate hand.

Her bones are as hard as a sword forged from dark iron. This must be the best sword he has ever found. He can feel the invincible, invincible, and invincible power almost as he holds it. .

Maybe she is not sharp enough now, but as long as she tempers it, in time, it is not a bad idea to point directly at the imperial power.

Cold sweat broke out from the palms of her hands, as cold as water from a dark well, and penetrated straight into her rotten heart. The bone-chilling coldness was pumped out along the aorta, followed by the veins that covered her body like a net. Every bit of flesh.

It was such a cold feeling, but what the Fourth Master was holding was warmth and greed for warmth. He grasped the cold "sword" in his hand tightly.

However, for Roland, who was in the boundless darkness, this coldness made her sober. What she held in her hands was not warm light but endless darkness.

Finally, Roland let go. She no longer held the cold handle tightly. She abandoned the lantern that had never been lit.

She ran like a cheetah in the black fog, not afraid of anything, because Bai Yu'er was dead and she was now alone. She wanted to run out, leave, leave!

When a lonely person comes with the light of Mingxi, the darkness will timidly fade away.

The gloomy black fog was slowly passing away. Lan Lan stretched out his hand, but still couldn't see his fingers.

She waved her hand, like pushing open a door. She pushed aside the heavy black fog, and green lotus leaves surged in like waves, covering the emptiness in front of her.

Walking forward, we passed through a green field, with lotus leaves swaying around the rotten skirt corners like a breeze.

The thin mist shrouded a figure, with a strong back, which was undoubtedly Bai Yu'er.

Blue lotus leaves, cyan skirts, crimson lotus arrows...

Luanlan took a step forward, but stopped, her feet stuck in the mud.

Bai Yu'er stood deep in the lotus leaf, with Yuli's lotus handle always facing away from her, like a sleeping beauty in the mist.

In this dreamland, the mud will not bury her, maggots will not eat her, and no one can harm her with just one hand covering the sky.

The fog is confusing and the beauty is far away.

The green lotus leaves are Bai Yuer's green skirt, and the crimson pink lotus is her smile as before.

"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is parted to both sides of the face."

"When we first met, it was your back. You were beautiful then. Now, when we say goodbye, it's still your back, but I can only recall your former appearance."

Why can you only be a vague figure in my memory and not leave peacefully with me?
She was obviously already planning a showdown with Fourth Master. Even if Sanzhuang made a mistake in that round, wouldn't there be a Jiangnan disaster relief plan?

God is not as good as man. The only good sisters who were close to each other in ancient times turned out to be the regret in Luanlan's heart...

The green lotus leaves blurred Rolan's vision. No matter where he looked, it was the green skirt Bai Yu'er was wearing, but the heavy fog had already taken her away.

"My concubine and you are weeping, and the pond water is dripping from both places.

Look at the hibiscus flowers, who will die for this year! "

Lanlan tried to sing the lyrics that Bai Yuer sang to make her cry that night. She found that her voice was extremely unpleasant. She broke the song, her eyes were dry and she couldn't shed any tears. She kept rubbing her eyes. I just rubbed my eyes red.

Could it be that she sang such a sad song that night just to say goodbye?It didn’t say it was a farewell between heaven and man. Why does this reality have to be done like this! !

Bai Yu'er, why did you leave me alone? My good sisters are all gone. Where can I live happily without Baylor's house?
Lanlan waved goodbye to the people who were far away in the dream, and opened her eyes. She was lying on a soft big bed, and the fourth master was lying next to her. The silky brocade quilt was lying on both of them, and the one beside the window The candlestick flickers on and off.

My left hand seemed to be numb, and it was held tightly by the Fourth Master. I didn’t feel anything, so I just let him hold it however he wanted.

What time is it now?In the dark, it's time to watch at night.

Bai Yu'er, Caicai, Nian's Qiu Yue...

The candlestick in front of the window seemed to have a cough, and the weak flame flickered out.

Lifting the curtain, in the flickering light, Lanlan blinked his eyes until the dark night faded, the wick burned out, and dawn came, then he closed his eyes.

Lanlan listened with his ears, and there was another group of vigorous people outside the dormitory, just like the fight when he woke up drunk that day.

The hand that had been intertwined with hers was carefully released. The fourth master stood up, stepped over the sleeping corpse, and hissed at Liang Jiugong, who was waiting on her.

Washing one's face, eating, and leaving, Lan Lan heard everything clearly, but he insisted on not making a sound.

After checking through the curtain that no one was sitting at the round table, Lanlan stood up boldly.

Before she could open the curtain, two slaves took the lead in opening the curtain, and another slave was kneeling on the ground. A brand-new Shu brocade shoe was waiting for her little feet as respectfully as the prostrate slave on the ground. welcome.

The little slave first tried the softness of the shoes with his hands and then gently put the shoes on his rotten little feet. From the beginning to the end, the little slave kept his face down and served him cautiously like a humble grass.

After putting on shoes, a dressing mirror and a dressing table were brought in from outside the house. They all had their faces lowered. They were really humble and shameless in front of others!
But it was done in a hurry. On the table were either gold hairpins or jade hairpins, jadeite or Hetian jade, and even a small comb was an ivory comb.

The make-up slave applied a rich make-up on Lanlan. His brows and corners of his eyes were like sharp knives drawn out of their sheaths, cutting uncontrollably to the temples.

In the mirror, her lips and eyes were as red as blood, her skin was as white as snow, and her bright eyes were as cold as water, resembling a poisonous poppy.

The little servant who was combing the hair carefully stroked the rotten hair with an ivory comb. His movements were as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on the water and the wicker caressing the spring breeze.

"How about this makeup?"

Hearing the opening of his master's mouth, the little slave panicked. He raised his head carefully and looked at the mirror. The eyes were as sharp as the beak of an eagle, and the cold light emitted from the mirror. The little slave knelt down tremblingly.

"Gege...Gege..."

It's not that I don't know how to flatter, it's that I haven't read any books. I really have a poor vocabulary and lack of expression ability. The little slave couldn't come up with a word after chatting with his teeth for a long time.

The little slave's giggling sounds are like a pigeon that can only cry "coo coo coo", stupid, silly, and cute.

Lanlan chuckled, and the little slave's liver trembled, and his head hit the ground with a ping-pong sound, like a ping-pong ball that kept hitting. "stand up."

How can you have such courage to hang out in this cannibalistic back house?I don’t know how he died.

It seems that this makeup is quite intimidating. "You will divide the things on the table later. The hairpin must be worn on your head every day. It is indispensable every day."

"Thank you, Master." There was another ping-pong ball.

She doesn't care about these kind of favors that can kill people because she has so much money. What she wants is... Humph!

Another wave of slaves brought up the flowing flag uniforms like a Man-Han banquet. They also lowered their heads like humble wallflowers, and the golden threads on them flashed like needles and pierced their fish eyes that dared not blink. .

Red, orange, blue, indigo, purple... why not pick off the rainbow and open a dyeing workshop?

She couldn't find the light blue color that Bai Yu'er liked, so she chose a light blue flag dress with green lotus leaves and crimson hibiscus embroidered on it.

Opening her hands, a slave used her as a hanger to hang up her clothes. It was really comfortable clothes for her to hold out.

As for what's on the table, it's not as sumptuous as a Manchu-Han banquet, but it's at the level of a five-star restaurant in the capital. Anyway, it's not just a plate of vegetables and a bowl of watery white porridge.

What is porridge? There are at least eight ingredients in it. What is green vegetables? It is just an accessory for meat dishes.

It was delicious, delicious, but I had no appetite. I didn't even taste it, so I stood up and left.

Is a man's love just these things that she disdains?Is it because of these that Bai Yu'er was brutally murdered?Lanlan touched the lifelike lotus leaves on his skinny belly, feeling very unhappy. As long as he saw a pebble on the ground, he would kick it until it disappeared.

Just like those disgusting women, there is no room for a grain of sand in their eyes, and they follow the rule of preferring to kill by mistake rather than let go, even if they have eye turds.

Lanlan walked towards her small courtyard, and a large number of slaves carrying shovels and sandbags passed by her, not forgetting to salute.

This is……

When he saw the direction they were going, Lanlan instantly understood that they were trying to fill the pond.

Such a horrific killing and dumping of corpses must appease people's hearts.

The green lotus pond will always bloom in the rotten dream, and Bai Yu'er will always live in the 14-year-old cardamom years, immortal, immortal and eternal.

A long way away, Lanlan saw Tutu standing at the door. Where was Caicai?
"Garge."

Sure enough, the fourth master's favor is so powerful that even the clothes on Tutu are new, and there are a few rare purple platycodon flowers in this small courtyard. These slaves are very discerning, and overnight ,Vientiane update.

Just because of this astonishing handiwork, she continues to stay here. She is not far away from death. I don’t know whether it will be a broken arm or a broken foot?
The pond has been filled, so he will die without a burial place, right?

According to the acting method of the TV series, Nian Qiuyue should have smashed all the valuable things in her room. If she was more ruthless, she would have kicked the maid a few times.

There will be such pig-like opponents who can guess what they do without even using their brains.

However, such a woman who is easily irritable and has big breasts and no brains can still stand firm.

Lanlan got straight to the point, "Tutu, where's Caicai?"

Noticing that Gege had changed her title, Tutu also responded accordingly, "The housekeeper took Cai Cai into custody in the execution room."

She is indeed a clever girl!
"Isn't she pregnant?"

"The doctor said no."

"Pregnancy is not the most disgusting thing. Killing someone is. I'll make myself sick to the point of vomiting."

Tutu looked at the exquisite makeup on Rolan's face, especially the pair of sharp and narrow eyes, and her heart trembled with fear. She felt as if she had been reborn and a completely different person.

Just looking at the aura around Lanlan, Tutu felt that following her was like standing next to a king. Those who stood in front of them would tremble even if they didn't fall, and they would worship even if they didn't tremble.

So, is she now going to formally surrender to the Lord?
I don’t know, let’s take a closer look!Betting should be carefully considered, Tutu thought with his head down.

Lanlan asked: "Do you know where the torture chamber is?"

Tutu replied: "I know."

"Lead the way." Lanlan followed Tutu toward the torture chamber before he even entered the small courtyard.

Some things still need to be confirmed.

Lanlan walked and asked, "Why did the housekeeper take her into custody?"

Tutu answered truthfully: "Fujin found out that Yugege was strangled to death by Caicai and then chopped off..."

Tutu said this without blinking an eye, as if it was just a common thing like a butcher killing a pig.

After thinking about it for a while, she realized that she didn't look at Bai Yu'er's neck carefully and passed out after a quick glance. She was really ashamed of her sister!

"Did Caicai say why?" Lanlan asked with a sullen face. Compared to yesterday's sadness and fear, she was now mostly looking for the truth like an investigator.

Tutu replied based on what she heard: "She said she was just jealous of Yugege's favor."

Yeah?Jealousy can cause such a vicious attack. What is Nian Qiu Yue trying to cover up by so quickly closing the coffin?
How could she doubt a little slave who was thousands of miles away from her? Caicai, there was indeed something wrong.

Lanlan asked again: "Do you think Caicai did all this independently?"

Tutu said: "At least it has something to do with her."

Lanlan asked: "How to say?"

Tutu sorted out her thoughts, and said in an orderly manner: "The day Yugege was favored, she behaved abnormally. You will know this yourself."

Speaking of this, my rotten scalp was numb, and the bunch of hair that the man had lost seemed to be right in front of me.

"Also, when you fell into the water, she was going to look for you, but she came back and notified me to pick you up. I always felt that there was some grudge between her and Yu Gege."

Grudges, is there any dispute between these two people?

Lanlan thought about it carefully and found that their facial features were somewhat similar.

Lanlan asked again: "Is there any more?"

"That night, she was burning paper money, and I was so frightened that she didn't take it lightly."

"Hmm... Also, the fear she felt on the bridge was very suspicious, um... and you misunderstood that she was pregnant. She seems to particularly enjoy the treatment after pregnancy."

"All of this is a mystery."

Lanlan nodded, his analysis was good, it seems that this Tutu is a useful person.

Even though she usually doesn't hold back a fart, analysis is indeed the key to every sentence and hits the nail on the head. It cannot be done without certain observation and thinking skills.

She seems to be showing off her edge today because she wants to...

(End of this chapter)