Noticing Shen Tuchuan's eyes as if he wanted to kill someone, Ji Ting still didn't give up: "Is it not possible? What about the godfather?"
"Ji Ting," Shen Tuchuan said softly, "If someone else is joking with me at this moment, I'm afraid I don't know how many times my head will be lost."
"So I'm no one else in your heart, right?" Ji Ting asked immediately, there was still water in the eyes that had just cried, and they were sparkling at first glance.
Shen Tuchuan knew in his heart that if she was bad, his mark would be deepened, so he only needed to say something to hurt her at this time, but in that case, the light in her eyes would definitely go out. He was silent for a long time, and finally said nothing.
Ji Ting wiped the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled cautiously: "I knew that I was somewhat different from others." Even if he was a stone, he used to hold it in his hand before, so it should be warmer Bar.
"It's getting late, you should rest first." After Shen Tuchuan finished speaking, he got up and was about to leave.
When he walked to the door, there was a small voice behind him: "I don't want to sleep, can you help me?"
She is like a dying animal, even if there is a natural enemy standing in front of her, she wants to try to ask for help.
Shen Tuchuan paused with his fingers holding on to the door, then opened the door and left without looking back. Ji Ting sat alone in the room for a long time, finally sighed softly, and drank all the brown sugar water in his hand, the sugar water was well boiled, the taste was sweet but not strong, it warmed his stomach when he drank it, but for some reason, Her tears fell again.
Because Ji Ting didn't drink any more cold water, Ji Ting's monthly letter ended soon. When the staff from the respect room came to finish the record, her heart was cold. Ever since she begged Shen Tuchuan that time, she hadn't seen him again. She didn't have any expectations, so she wasn't particularly sad.
After recovering, Ji Ting lived every day in torment, fearing that the emperor would call her over every moment, but miraculously, she was not summoned for three consecutive days. She didn't dare to relax her vigilance, and immediately asked Mammy what was going on.
"Don't worry, empress. It's just that the Qin Tianjian watched the sky at night and said that the emperor should not get close to women these days. Now even the maids are not allowed to get close. Only the eunuchs are waiting for you, let alone come to the harem. Wait for a while. The emperor will definitely think of you." Mammy thought she was in a hurry because she hadn't been able to go to bed, so she whispered a few words of comfort.
When Ji Ting heard that the emperor couldn't get close to women, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard what the nanny said later, and his joy was immediately discounted. That's right, if you can hide for a while, you won't be able to hide for a lifetime. Even if the emperor doesn't look for her these days, he will still look for her in a few days. If she wants to escape completely, then the emperor will have to die.
... But if the emperor died, wouldn't she have to be buried? Ji Ting's eyelids twitched, feeling that no matter what the end was, it was very tragic, and the most tragic thing was that he had to be buried after serving the bed.
Ji Ting sat on the chair with a sad face, unable to see his way forward.
That night, she woke up crying suddenly, and after opening her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep anymore. She stared at the bed curtain for a long time, and finally couldn't help getting up and walking outside.
"Your Majesty, where are you going?" the maid on duty asked hurriedly.
Ji Ting paused for a moment, her eyes turned around her, a bad premonition rose in the maid's heart, she smiled awkwardly at Ji Ting, Ji Ting also laughed, and directly pulled her into the room inside.
A quarter of an hour later, a juicy little court lady appeared outside the door, lowering her head and heading towards the Supervisor of Rituals. She traveled unimpeded all the way, until she was stopped in front of the Prison of Rituals: "Stop, who are you?"
"The servant has something important to discuss with the Lord Governor." Ji Ting said with his head down.
The eunuch on duty snorted: "You little maid, what's the matter with Lord Governor?"
Ji Ting untied the red rope around his neck and handed it to him: "Eunuch, please give this to the governor, the governor will understand."
When the eunuch saw that it was a piece of silver, he was disdainful at first, but seeing Ji Ting's determined tone, he didn't dare to take any risks, and after a moment of hesitation, he turned around and went in.
Ji Ting heaved a sigh of relief, and lowered his head to observe the lines on the stone road of the Supervisor of Rites under the moonlight. In fact, she didn't know why she had the urge to come to Shen Tuchuan after waking up from a nightmare. Now that she was clearer, she realized that something was wrong with her behavior.
Or... let's go.
As soon as this thought came to her, she was about to turn a corner, and then she heard a cold voice above her head: "You woke me up in the middle of the night, if you dare to leave suddenly, I will break your leg carefully."
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, then looked up abruptly, only to see that he was wearing an inner garment and only a coat on his shoulders, presumably he was in a hurry to come out, so he would be so casual. I have to say that a good-looking person is always good-looking, even if he is dressed loosely, he looks like a fairy under the moonlight.
Ji Ting got used to seeing his face, and his first reaction was not that he thought it was pretty, but that his eyes were sour and his mouth curled up, and he said in a crying voice: "I just dreamed about my father and mother..."
"... Do you really regard me as your second parent?"
Before Shen Tuchuan finished speaking, Ji Ting ran two steps forward and hugged him tightly. Shen Tuchuan only felt that a pair of arms suddenly appeared at his waist, and then a face was buried in his heart. He had never had such intimate contact with anyone, and he never thought that someone would be so bold, and suddenly If she didn't react, she succeeded.
"Master Du, I miss them so much, can you take me to see them?" Ji Ting's voice was muffled.
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment: "No."
Ji Ting already knew the answer, but it was like begging him to say no to bedtime, and he still felt unwilling to give up if he didn't say it. She quietly hid in Shen Tuchuan's arms, and the guards automatically erased the scene in front of them from their minds after being surprised for a moment.
After hugging for a while, she still didn't intend to let go, Shen Tuchuan couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you let go?"
Ji Ting paused, and reluctantly let go of him. As soon as she stepped back, Shen Tuchuan's arms immediately emptied, and when the cool wind blew into his arms, he felt an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness.
"Then... I'm leaving." Ji Ting stared at him without blinking.
Shen Tuchuan's face was expressionless, and he didn't have the slightest intention to persuade him to stay.
Ji Ting smiled bitterly, turned around and walked away slowly. After walking a few steps, the person behind suddenly asked: "Is this the first time you woke up at night, or have you not slept well for a long time?"
Ji Ting didn't expect him to ask such a question, and after a moment of stunned he said, "I'll go first." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and walked forward without daring to look back.
It wasn't until she was about to return to Fengqi Palace that her mood stabilized, and she finally noticed the footsteps behind her. She paused and turned her head, only to see Shen Tuchuan still following her.
"You..." Ji Ting opened his mouth, but suddenly he couldn't say the rest.
Shen Tuchuan looked at her quietly, and asked after a while: "The emperor is not close to women these days, so he won't call you to bed, you know about this?"
Ji couldn't understand why he said this, nodded and responded: "I know."
"Since you know, why can't you sleep well?" Shen Tuchuan asked.
Ji Ting pursed her lips: "But I always have to sleep..."
The matter of serving the bed is like a big knife hanging over her head. She doesn't know when the rope tied to the big knife will break, but she knows that the big knife will definitely fall, but she is not sure about the time. The unknown fear tormented her all the time, making her restless for a moment.
Shen Tuchuan stared into her eyes for a long time, and finally said calmly: "No."
Ji Ting lowered his head, not knowing what was going on in his mind.
Shen Tuchuan couldn't bear it anymore and walked in front of her, raised her chin with his cool fingertips, and forced her to look at him: "If you insist, I will find a way not to let you sleep, so I can sleep well ?”
Knowing that the more tortured she was, the greater his hope of surviving, but he looked at the faint bruises in her eyes, but finally made a promise.
Ji Ting looked at him suspiciously, and after a long time he understood something, his eyes suddenly widened: "Really?"
"If you believe me, go back to sleep..."
Before Shen Tuchuan finished speaking, Ji Ting ran towards the bedroom like a deer, still muttering 'I'm going to sleep now', his back was as lively as before entering the palace. It wasn't until the back disappeared that Shen Tuchuan came back to his senses, caressed the corners of his raised lips, and frowned immediately.
She doesn't need to worry about anything, she still needs to call all the people who saw her coming to the Supervisor of Rituals along the way, and give them a good warning.
After Ji Ting returned to the house, he slept soundly until noon on the second day, and his whole face glowed. The serving mother didn't know that she went out last night, but she couldn't stop praising: "Your Majesty is a natural beauty, if the emperor sees her..."
"Stop it," someone backed her up, and Ji Ting spoke with confidence, "I've always been annoyed by your words these days, and I'm not allowed to say such things in the future."
"...Yes." Mammy didn't know where she had offended her, but she nodded quickly after being taken aback for a moment.
Ji Ting was in a good mood and changed into a change of clothes, and took a chair to the courtyard to bask in the sun. In fact, Shen Tuchuan just said it casually last night, and did not swear or make a written statement, but she was willing to believe him, as long as he agreed, then she would not be able to sleep.
When thinking of Shen Tuchuan, the corners of her lips were always raised, and she even had the urge to run to find him, but she restrained herself in the end, and just took two court ladies casually towards the imperial garden. Since entering the palace, she has hardly gone out. Now that a big stone has been put down in her heart, she finally has the energy to go out for a walk.
When he came to the imperial garden, he saw two concubines chatting in the distance, Ji Ting, who was too lazy to meddle in the affairs of the harem, turned his head and left, wandering casually in the huge palace.
"Your Majesty, this is the first time you have left Fengqi Palace. I didn't expect that you are quite familiar with the roads in the palace." The little maid who followed joked.
Ji Ting replied: "I have been to the palace several times with my mother when I was young, so I am quite familiar with it."
"It turns out that's the case. No wonder the empress seems to know everything. It should be that she came here when she was a child." The little maid echoed.
Ji Ting smiled and didn't answer her words. In fact, I didn't come here many times, but at that time there was always a thought in my mind, as if there was someone waiting for her to help here, so she would search everywhere every time she came, but unfortunately she didn't find anything, but she was familiar with the route some.
After growing up, the idea of saving people has faded, but it still pops up from time to time, but she has learned not to do things indiscriminately because of a single thought.
My thoughts diverged a little, and I arrived at a remote place without knowing it. I happened to see a group of guards escorting dozens of people to the palace. hands, it doesn't look like someone from a wealthy family.
Ji Ting stopped and watched the guards take people away, and keenly noticed that the little maids behind her were depressed. She paused, then turned her head and asked, "Do you know those people who were arrested?"
"If you go back to your mother... probably you can guess their identities." A little palace maid said in a low voice.
Ji Ting was curious: "Who are they?"
"Y-should be Cui'e's family..." the little maid began to explain.
After listening to her, Ji probably understood that this Cui'e was a court lady who committed suicide and didn't want to serve her bed a while ago. Since suicide is a serious crime, her family was implicated. Shen Tuchuan set the place of execution in the palace and traveled thousands of miles. Her family members captured her from outside, and three days later, they will be beheaded in front of all the palace people.
When Ji heard Shen Tuchuan's indifferent eyes, he felt a dull pain in his heart. Although she is a concubine now, her situation is no different from that of this court lady named Cui'e. Will Chuan also kill her parents to frighten the palace people
The answer was too cruel, and she really didn't want to go into it.
Seeing that Ji Ting was in a bad mood, the little maid hurriedly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, there is nothing to do here, and the scenery is not good at all, why don't we go for a walk elsewhere."
These court ladies have been bored in the palace with him, and now they can finally come out for a walk, Ji Ting didn't want to disturb their interest, so he regained his energy and continued to hang out with them.
Walking aimlessly, I didn't know when I came to the concubine's residence. Looking at the closed door, Ji Ting's eyes flashed with confusion.
The little maid explained at the right time: "Your Majesty, you don't know, this is the residence of the Grand Concubine. A few years ago, the Grand Concubine suddenly fell ill and died of festering all over her body. Only the nuns who served the Grand Concubine lived here. gone."
"How could you die..." Ji Ting muttered in a low voice.
The little maid didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"
"It's nothing..." Ji Ting shook his head in fear of being regarded as crazy. In fact, this is not the first time for her. Just like she always felt that Shen Tuchuan should not be so beautiful, she also felt that the concubine should not be dead. This kind of strange thought always appeared, as if she was secretly She already knew something in the dark, but everything that happened in reality was different from what she thought.
I can't think about it, my brain hurts when I think about it... Ji Ting frowned, and was about to press his temple when the door in front of him suddenly opened, and a disheveled little eunuch stumbled out, and when he saw Ji Ting, he thumped Kneel down: "Help me, save me!"
"Who?!" The little maids hurriedly stood in front of Ji Ting.
Ji Ting stared at this scene in a daze, always feeling too familiar, suddenly words appeared in his mind, writing intermittently, 'run away...a leg was broken by the emperor...tortured for seven days and seven nights to death...'
"Please help me!"
Ji Ting trembled for a moment, and the words in her mind disappeared instantly. She stared at the little eunuch kneeling on the ground begging bitterly, and asked after a pause, "What happened?"
"I beg you to save me, those old mothers... she, they..." The little eunuch had tears in his eyes, and as he spoke, a few women in their fifties rushed out from the door behind him, and they were stunned when they saw Ji Ting For a moment, I wasn't sure who she was.
The little eunuch scrambled to hide behind Ji Ting, the pleading and despair in his eyes were so clear.
There seemed to be tens of thousands of words rolling in Ji Ting's mind, but she couldn't grasp any of them. She raised her face and looked at these women: "What are you doing?"
"Return to this nobleman, this little hoof dares to steal, we are here to catch him." A woman hurriedly said, they have stayed in the high wall for too long, and they don't quite recognize the current master in the palace, so let's take a look Ji Ting's clothes are not like ordinary concubines, which is why he is so polite.
Another woman with a fierce face answered immediately: "Yes, your lord, he stole our golden hairpin, and we are here to catch him."
Ji Ting paused, frowned and turned his head to look over. Looking at the dirty face of the little eunuch, his tone became softer: "Did you steal it?"
"The slaves didn't...they, they wanted to catch me to do that kind of thing!" The little eunuch blushed in humiliation.
"You're talking nonsense!" a woman interrupted fiercely.
Ji Ting looked at her coldly: "What kind of things did he say? You start calling him nonsense."
"I..." The woman was speechless for a moment.
In the silence, it was the older woman who spoke just now: "In the end, this is all a matter between the slaves, so why should this nobleman get involved? If I get into a commotion at that time, I'm afraid it won't be too bad." All right."
Ji Ting raised his eyelids to look at her: "Are you threatening Ben Gong?"
"Slaves don't dare." The woman lowered her eyes.
Ji Ting chuckled: "You're right, but it's a pity that I reminded you too late, and Ben Gong has already got involved." After she finished speaking, she took a step forward, stared into the woman's eyes and said, "In order not to cause a commotion , How about you say that I will kill you all? Then no one will know what happened today?"
The woman finally showed fear: "We are the ones who served the concubine, you can't..."
"You also know that you have only served the concubine, not the concubine herself!" Ji Ting turned cold and interrupted her, "I am the master of the first palace, when will it be your turn to threaten the concubine?" ?!"
"Slaves don't dare!" The woman finally panicked and knelt down with a plop, and several other women also knelt down.
Ji Ting looked at them in disgust: "In the future, please be vigilant to me. If I let me know that you have done such dirty things again, I will have to deal with you!"
"Yes, yes..." The women hurried back, and did not forget to close the door firmly after entering, as if they were afraid that Ji Ting would change his mind.
As soon as they left, there were only a few of them left on the long and narrow road, Ji Ting looked down at the little eunuch, and asked softly, "What's your name?"
"Slave, this servant's name is Lin Lang, thank you for saving my life, thank you..." The little eunuch's fear finally began to release, crying and kowtowing to Ji Ting, his forehead was covered with blood after two slaps.
Ji Ting was so frightened that he hurriedly asked someone to help him, looked at his overly thin body, and suddenly asked, "Are you seventeen years old?"
"How does your empress know?" Lin Lang was taken aback for a moment.
By the way, she should be seventeen years old when she ran out from the concubine. Ji Ting didn't know why this thought came to him. After a pause, he looked at the little eunuch, thought for a while and said, "Go back and rest, you don't have to work for a few days, I will ask someone to change your job for you. You stay away from this place."
Although there seems to be a feeling that everything can be matched in the dark, Ji Ting still feels that something is wrong, so he didn't take him back to Fengqi Palace immediately, but told him to go back to recuperate.
"Thank you, ma'am!" Lin Lang said gratefully.
Ji Ting nodded, and after asking someone to send him away, he also left with a group of court ladies. When she went back, she met the guards who were escorting the family members of the court lady who committed suicide. She was in a bad mood for an instant, and she was still uncomfortable when she returned to the palace.
When she was having lunch, she looked at all kinds of delicacies on the table, thought of the sallow and thin family members of the court lady, and thought of the seventeen-year-old Lin Lang who was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, she lost her appetite immediately.
"Your Majesty, eat some. You are in better spirits today. If you don't eat, how can you do it?" Mammy said worriedly.
Ji Ting shook his head with a sleepy expression, turned around and went back to his room to rest. It was not until the evening that he managed to eat two mouthfuls of porridge, and he still didn't touch the rest of the dishes.
Mammy tried to persuade her several times but it didn't work, so she had to remove the food. She thought she should eat it the next day, but Ji Ting still had no appetite. Seeing that she was going to starve to death in this way, Nanny gritted her teeth and went to look for Shen Tuchuan again.
During lunch, Ji Ting didn't have much appetite, and just as he put down his chopsticks to get up, he heard the voice of someone outside saluting: "Lord Governor."
Ji Ting paused and looked towards the door, and the next second Shen Tuchuan came in with a cold face.
"Why are you here?" Ji Ting was puzzled.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at the almost untouched food on the table, and asked sullenly, "If I don't come, do you want to starve yourself to death?"
Ji Ting touched his nose embarrassingly: "I'm really not hungry."
Shen Tuchuan didn't talk nonsense with her, took the bowls and chopsticks and served her dishes himself. Ji Ting didn't have any appetite, but under his cold gaze, he could only eat mouthfuls. The two of them didn't talk to each other, one picked up vegetables and the other ate, and in a blink of an eye they ate up half a bowl of rice.
Obviously feeling that Ji Ting's speed had slowed down, Shen Tuchuan put down his chopsticks: "It's just that seeing a few prisoners who are about to be executed will make you unable to eat for a few days?"
"...how do you know everything, you can't put eyeliner here." Ji Ting muttered in a low voice.
Shen Tuchuan looked at her indifferently: "Is there something big or small in the palace that I don't know about?"
"Then tell me, who did I meet after meeting those people?" Ji Ting was not convinced.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her: "A little eunuch who was almost bullied."
"...you really know everything," Ji Ting's voice became softer, "Since you know everything, why don't you care about the people in the Taifei Hall?"
"There are too many dirty things in the palace, do you want me to take care of them?"
"You are the supervisor." Ji Ting frowned.
A trace of sarcasm flashed in Shen Tuchuan's eyes: "So what? If I can save him for a while, can I save him for a lifetime? Rather than relying on others, it's better to find a way to save yourself."
"But he's just a little eunuch with no power." Ji Ting disagreed.
Shen Tuchuan looked at her: "Who didn't come from that step?"
Ji Ting opened her mouth, suddenly unable to refute, because she found that she did not understand Shen Tuchuan's past, as if he had been brilliant from the very beginning, and had never had a difficult time.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Shen Tuchuan turned his face away first: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, and just as he was about to leave, he felt his hand being held. He paused, then looked down at Ji Ting.
"Can you not kill that maid's family?" Ji Ting asked cautiously.
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment: "If you don't kill, then what? Let all the palace people be lucky, and feel that their family members may live if they die. Do you know what the consequences will be?"
Ji Ting bit her lip.
"I'll tell you what the consequences will be. The consequences will be that a large number of courtiers commit suicide, so many that I can't control it. When the emperor is angry, blood will flow into rivers, and hundreds of people may die. If you want to see In such a scene, then I will do whatever you want and not kill them," Shen Tuchuan looked at her with heavy eyes, "Now, tell me, should I kill them or not?"
Ji Ting's throat was dry: "Maybe it's not that bad..." She couldn't continue speaking in the middle of the sentence, because she clearly knew that the reason why she is still willing to live now is because she doesn't want to hurt her parents. Without this layer of concern, she committed suicide as early as the day she entered the palace.
The room was silent, Ji Ting's eyes were slightly wet, she was unable to let go of Shen Tuchuan's hand, and after a long time lowered her head and said: "I see."
Shen Tuchuan stared at the top of her head, didn't say anything for a while, turned around and left.
Ji Ting became even more depressed because of Shen Tuchuan's visit, but he couldn't find fault with him. After all, from his point of view, everything seemed to make sense. And that night, he came again, staring at Ji Ting before leaving after dinner.
Ji Ting sat in the room in a daze for a while, and felt that he could no longer think so wildly, so he got up and walked outside. A person walked around aimlessly, and when he was about to go back, he suddenly heard a voice: "Niang Niang?"
She looked over and saw a little eunuch with red lips and white teeth standing in the flower bed, looking at her in surprise. Ji Ting pondered for a moment and was sure that he didn't know him.
"Ma'am, I'm Lin Lang!" The little eunuch ran over in surprise.
Ji Ting suddenly said, "Lin Lang, I didn't recognize him." The little eunuch's face was smudged yesterday, and his eyes were swollen from crying. There was no slight resemblance to this guy with bright eyes and bright teeth.
She glanced at the shovel in his hand, and frowned for a moment: "Didn't I tell you to rest for a few more days, why are you still working?"
The little eunuch smiled awkwardly, and hid the shovel behind his back. Ji Ting couldn't help asking a few more questions, but saw his eyes getting redder, and finally plopped down on the ground.
Ji Ting was taken aback: "The injury on your forehead hasn't healed yet! Don't kowtow."
Lin Lang, who was about to kowtow, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately dared not move. Ji Ting watched him make a foolish look with such a beautiful face, and couldn't help laughing: "If you ask me anything, just say it, and if I can, I will definitely agree."
"Really?" Lin Lang couldn't believe it.
Ji Ting nodded: "Tell me, what's the matter."
"Slave, slave wants to work in the empress's palace," Lin Lang said a little nervously, "I have no other intentions, I just want to repay the favor of the empress, and I ask the empress to allow the slave!"
Ji Ting stared at his face for a while, and felt that if his face was left outside, even if those old mothers were gone, he might be bullied by others, so he might as well be in the palace: "If you insist on coming, then you can come with him." I'll go."
"Really?" Lin Lang asked in surprise.
Ji Ting smiled: "I agreed, do you think it's true or false?"
Lin Lang thanked him again and again, but Ji Ting felt that he was talking too much. After looking around for a while, his eyes fell on the swing frame not far away: "Since you want to thank me, why don't you help me push the swing."
"Yes!"
The two people of the same age went to the swing frame together, and as soon as Ji Ting sat on it, Lin Lang pushed it up vigorously. Although he is thin and weak, he has been doing hard work, so he is very strong. Ji Ting was caught off guard and pushed to a high place. After he exclaimed, he felt fun and couldn't help laughing.
Seeing this, Lin Lang pushed it even more happily, and Ji Ting didn't tell him to stop until he was sweating profusely. Ji Ting sat on the swing, and Lin Lang sat on the ground casually. After a short rest, the smile on Ji Ting's face faded: "I've been bored these days, and it's thanks to you that I can smile."
"Why is your empress bored?" Lin Lang wondered.
Ji Ting thought for a while, and then told about the affairs of the maid's family. Lin Lang was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly: "Lord Governor is right, if you don't punish severely, I'm afraid more palace people will choose to commit suicide, after all Living in this palace is worse than dying most of the time."
"Do you have this idea too?" Ji Ting couldn't help asking.
Lin Lang paused for a moment, then looked at Ji Ting with a smile, his eyes were full of tenacity: "I don't know, I want to live, only if I live can I have hope, and if I die, there will be nothing."
Ji Ting looked at the corners of his eyes, and suddenly felt a touch, as if he had such a pair of eyes looking at him firmly in a trance, even if he was in the dark, even if he was doomed, he never thought of giving up.
"My lady, my lady..."
Ji Ting suddenly came back to her senses, and met Lin Lang's worried eyes, she lowered her head embarrassingly, as if she was avoiding something: "You've had enough rest, just help me push the swing again."
"Okay!" Lin Lang's eyes sparkled, and he stood up immediately.
When Shen Tuchuan passed the path separated by a wall, he heard Ji Ting's crisp laughter. He paused on his feet and changed direction in the next second.
When he walked around the wall, he saw a good-looking little eunuch pushing Ji Ting on the swing with all his strength. The unrestrained smiles on the faces of the two stung his eyes.
Ji Ting spotted him with sharp eyes, immediately told Lin Lang to stop, and trotted towards him. Seeing that no matter where she was, she could see him first, and then ran towards him without any scruples, Shen Tuchuan's expression finally eased.
"It's great to meet you, so I don't have to go to find you." Ji Ting smiled happily, and the sweat on the tip of his nose was crystal clear.
Shen Tuchuan took out his handkerchief and wiped her sweat: "What do you want from me?"
"I want Lin Lang to work in my palace, please help me arrange it." Ji Ting said.
Shen Tuchuan paused: "Who is Lin Lang?"
Ji Ting immediately beckoned to Lin Lang, Lin Lang showed fear in his eyes, but he still walked forward: "Lord Governor."
Shen Tuchuan was finally willing to take a look at him, but he didn't say the words to him: "What's so good about him?"
"He..." Ji Ting was in a dilemma, because she just met, she really didn't know what's good about him, so she held back for a long time and said, "He can make me happy."
Shen Tuchuan's eyes darkened for a moment: "Is it enough to make you happy if you can push a swing? Superficial."
"... Is there any other particularly profound way to make people happy?" Ji Ting thought he was a little strange.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her, turned and left with a cold face, Ji Ting touched his nose, and belatedly realized that he seemed to be angry.
"Ma'am, will the governor not let me go?" Lin Lang was a little worried.
Ji Ting smiled: "No, don't worry."
Sure enough, that night, Lin Lang came to Fengqi Palace as an errand.
In a blink of an eye, it was the execution day, and Shen Tuchuan asked all the courtiers to go to watch the execution, so Ji Ting woke up early in the morning, and she was the only one in the room. Knowing what day it is today, Ji Tingcong woke up feeling depressed. He walked up and down the huge Fengqi Palace by himself and found out that he hadn't done anything after working for a long time.
Uneasy until noon, Shen Tuchuan came suddenly, and Ji Ting was stunned when he saw him: "The execution is over?"
"Um."
"... Oh." Ji Ting didn't know what to say for a moment.
Shen Tuchuan stared at her for a moment, then asked lightly, "Where's your little eunuch?"
"Who?" Ji Ting was momentarily confused by his question.
Pleased by her expression, Shen Tuchuan turned around and left after a cold snort: "Follow me."
Ji Ting followed immediately, and after the two walked for a while, she suddenly realized: "You mean Lin Lang, didn't he go to watch the sentence with other people, did you have something to do with him?"
Shen Tuchuan ignored her, Ji Ting asked suspiciously, and the two of them walked to a remote place unknowingly, and when she looked up, she saw a group of guards carrying the corpse on the cart. Realizing that these were the people who had just been killed, Ji Ting's stomach churned, and he asked with a straight face, "What did you bring me here for?"
"Follow me." Shen Tuchuan glanced at her and continued to walk forward. After taking two steps, he realized that she hadn't followed, so he turned back and held her hand.
Half pulling and half dragging the person to the front of the cart, Ji Ting's face turned pale, and he was about to vomit. Shen Tuchuan glanced at her: "Don't rush to vomit yet." He held her hand, and forcibly pulled her hand to reach one of the corpses.
When Ji Ting was feeling uncomfortable, she suddenly breathed out the other party's breath, she was stunned for a moment and then looked at Shen Tuchuan.
"I wanted to beheaded directly, but I was afraid that the ground in the palace would be dirty and it would be difficult to clean it up, so I changed it to poisoned wine." Shen Tuchuan said lightly, "Anyway, the ultimate goal is to scare the palace people, no matter how it is, the end will be the same it is good."
Ji Ting hasn't reacted yet: "But they..."
Shen Tuchuan looked at her, and suddenly leaned over for a while, Ji Ting thought he was going to kiss her in a trance, and clenched his hands tightly into fists. However, his lips passed an inch away from her cheek and came to her ear: "As you wish, remember to keep it secret."
Ji Ting blinked slowly, and suddenly felt hot in the eye sockets. No matter what she thought, she never thought that Shen Tuchuan would spare the lives of this family for her sake. It was hard for her to imagine how much energy he would have to expend so many people to change their appearances and start a new life, but he still did it for himself.
Ji Ting stared blankly at his profile, Shen Tuchuan turned his head in a timely manner, and the distance between their lips was only one finger wide. Shen Tuchuan raised the corner of his mouth: "Are you happy?"
"... Hmm." Ji Ting's throat was itchy.
Shen Tuchuan looked into her eyes: "Compared with a swing, which one is happier?"
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The author has something to say: Lin Lang has no relationship with the heroine, it’s Chuaner’s business to be jealous, and everyone is talking about abusing Chuaner, please post a post under this chapter today as proof, it’s you guys It's none of my business to abuse him, I'm afraid that when the plot of abuse comes, you will scold me again...