Ming Lan's Mansion in Capital.Throughout the afternoon, Gu Yunxi was supervised by Shiliu, who forced her to soak in a spiced bath to cleanse her body thoroughly.During the period, the bathwater and coal were changed four times.Xiao Nianzi once instructed Shiliu and the others not to spare water, charcoal, or spices. In short, they were to get rid of the odor of onion and garlic on Gu Yunxi.The servants in the Mansion were classified. Xiao Nianzi was a close attendant for Master Ming Lan, so he naturally ranked much higher than those who labored in the kitchen.The Master had just warned him that he wished not to smell the odor when he saw Gu Yunxi again.If Nianzi failed at the task, he would be "beheaded" by the Master.Hence, when he dispensed jobs to Shiliu and the others, he naturally passed down the order to the lower ranks."Beheaded" was merely a way of expression, mea

The resplendent red blaze of flames above the Eastern Residence gradually weakened, and the slanting column of smoke became thinner and thinner.A servant came over. He bowed at Ming Lan's feet and lowered his head."Master, the blaze is under control."After listening, Ming Lan raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a short smile. In an instant, he raised his eyes, which were full of sinister and sharp light.Looking down at Qinger, who was still unconscious, he curled his thin lips to make a weird smile.He slightly raised his head in proud and said with his hands clasped behind the back."Thanks for your hard work tonight. This woman on the ground now is your reward!"Upon hearing his words, those guards immediately understood. They piled forward and surrounded Qinger at once.Gu Yunxi felt a ringing in her ears and her thoughts all went in a muddle as if she had suffered a st

The fierce fighting between the two gangs of the martial arts circles lasted all night.After the battle, the whole Mount Ruyi was dyed red with blood, bloody and burning.In the dense forest, corpses piled up like mountains, and the night breeze flowed quietly, blowing away the strong metal smell which burst out from the mutual attack of weapons.Leng Qingtang hung his sword and moved forward slowly, his embroidered boots with curled-up dragon patterns stepping on the remaining bloodstains. His pale and thin face was hard to dispel the look of killing.Over the head, the crescent moon seemed to have eaten blood. The color was intensely red, and the light ink cloud floating on the moon hook was also soaked by the blood moon and was plated with a hazy red outline.Leng Qingtang raised his head and looked into the sky, frowning silently.He suddenly thought of the snowy night eleven years ago. Blood and fire

The moonlight was cold, and the inside and outside of the Western Depot were exceptionally quiet, as if the entire mansion and every inch of corners were sinking into a pool of stagnant water, without waves.In a wing-room of the courtyard, two young guards of the Western Depot were sitting around a little eunuch, drinking and chatting at the table.After a burst of laughter, a guard rubbed the tears from his eyes as he laughed and asked in amazement."Lord Deng, is what you said true? Is it true that the ugly maid framed Nian Zizhen?"Of course, how could I make up stories to confuse you?"The little eunuch looked fifteen or sixteen years old. He picked up two slender eyebrows and answered firmly.Then he raised his glass and sent a mouthful of wine to his mouth. He swallowed it into his stomach and opened his mouth to spit out the breath of wine. Then he showed a contented face.On one side

The night was deep, and the moon threw a dappled, flickering light between the branches and leaves of the trees.In the Western Depot.The melodious cry gradually reduced.Bedside, the two men were both sweating and gasping. One lay while the other sat.Lu Qiange rested for a while, his cold eyes casting on Ming Lan.A small whip came down, and the skin of his thin exposed chest had already turned a piece of bluish red. Tiny beads of blood oozed from all the overlapping whip marks.However, while feeling the lacerating pain of the wound, the abnormal eunuch showed an expression of both pain and satisfaction on his pale and sweating face.That extremely contradictory expression was noticed by Lu Qiange. At once, he felt his scalp tingling. Several layers of gooseflesh crept all over his body.Ming Lan's red face was like being covered with the rouge. His beautiful, watery eyes look