It's not because Jing Cui stares at her every day, it's because she has other uses.
Jing Cui outside the hall has been pressing her ear to the door, wanting to hear what's going on inside.
"Creak." With a sound, the palace door suddenly opened.
Jing Cui's body fell forward involuntarily.
"Sister Jingcui, slow down." Dong'er stretched out his hand to support her.
Jing Cui raised her head with a calm face and met a pair of eyes, whose pupils were as deep as the sea. With just one glance, it seemed as if her soul was about to be sucked in.
Yun Tingruo glanced at her indifferently, haughty and cold, as if reflecting the glistening snow light.
But the next second, the childish tone broke the anger: "It's fun, fun."
Jing Cui: "----"
After she stood up, she patted her skirt, her hair falling softly on her body, and she looked down at Yun Tingruo: "Where are you going, Miss Fourth..."
But then she was stunned, and a rare coldness could be seen in her smiling eyes, which made Jing Cui stunned for a moment.
The sunset on the horizon reflects on Yun Tingruo's body, like a natural ink painting.
"Miss wants to go out for a walk." Dong'er reminded Jing Cui when she saw him.
Jing Cui nodded blankly: "Oh."
He looked stupidly at Yun Tingruo's back as he walked away, forgetting to follow him.
There is a bit of residual red left on the horizon, and it shines in the palace garden, which is even more beautiful. Clusters of bright flowers gather under the leaves.
There was a seven-year-old girl in the middle of the garden, followed by a maid.
The two of them walked on the cobblestone path.
Dong'er covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Miss, Jing Cui looked at you just now and looked stupid."
Yun Tingruo: "----"
She is not a man, so there is nothing to look stupid at.
He ignored Dong'er's words.
Yun Tingruo looked at the intertwined paths and avenues in front of her. The palace was too big, and each path went to a different place.
"Let's go there for a walk." Yun Tingruo pointed to a path covered with flowers and grass. It looked very quiet, and the cobblestones were not smooth at all. It could be seen that there were very few people walking there.
Dong'er was startled: "Miss, there are very few people walking on that road. Could it be Leng Gong?"
"It doesn't matter." This is the path Yun Ting wants to take.
She just came out to eat, and didn't want to meet the seventh and eighth princesses again.
It’s best to have less people on this remote trail.
"I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death."
Walking along the path, not far away, I heard a crisp sound.
Dong'er opened her mouth and pointed forward.
"Shh." Yun Tingruo put her finger to her lips and slowly walked forward.
After gently plucking the flowers, a little boy with his back to Yun Tingruo sat elegantly. He was wearing a green brocade robe with a collar. His long hair was scattered on the brocade robe, and was only slightly covered with a jade-white hairband. hair tied back.
At this time, the little boy was holding a boot in his hand and was smashing a puppet.
He kept swearing: "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death."
Yun Tingruo only glanced at it, then pushed aside the flowers and stepped forward.
Dong'er was stunned and quickly followed.
As soon as the little boy heard the noise, he quickly grabbed the puppet on the ground and stared at the visitor warily.
As soon as the little boy turned around, Dong'er stumbled.
Yun Tingruo's face seemed expressionless, but there was a flash of light in his cold eyes.
There was a long scar on the little boy's face, like a centipede from top to bottom, almost covering the entire right side of his face.
But a face as clear as crystal can be vaguely glimpsed, and the eyes are empty and cold: "Who are you?"
"Passers by." Yun Tingruo's hair was blowing in the wind, and she stood there casually, not retreating because of the little boy's hostility.
"You're not afraid of me." The little boy's black eyes flashed, and his voice was cold and cold, penetrating deeply into people's hearts.
Staring closely at the little girl in front of her, her big watery eyes blinked flexibly without any fear. She wore a bun with a bun, a lock of short hair on her forehead, and her hair was tied with a white ribbon.
Most people would be frightened to retreat when they saw his scar. Even the palace maids and the guards would be involuntarily afraid when they saw the scar.
Only the woman in front of him had a calm face without any disturbance.
"Why are you afraid of you?" Yun Tingruo passed by the little boy, with a garden full of flowers under her white skirt, lowering her head and lowering her eyebrows.
It was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in his life.
Faced with her indifference, the little boy suddenly felt a little unhappy. He had seen others being afraid of him, but he had never seen others who were not afraid of him.
He snorted through his nose and squinted at Yun Tingruo: "Ugly."
"You ---" Dong'er was about to speak, but was stopped by Yun Tingruo.
"You also know that you are ugly, so don't come out to scare people."
Yun Tingruo picked a green leaf and played with it in her hand.
The little boy stared at her angrily, his blood rising with anger, while Yun Tingruo remained calm as if nothing had happened.
"You're so brave, you insulted me."
After saying the last word, the little boy's voice stopped abruptly.
There was a sad look in his eyes.
Under Dong'er's strange eyes, he walked out of the flowers step by step.
"Miss, what's wrong with him?" Dong'er narrowed her eyes.
Yun Tingruo walked out of the flowers slowly: "I don't know..."
Turn around and leave.
"Miss, wait for me." Dong'er shouted quickly, holding up the hem of her skirt and chasing after her.
Green leaves were flying in the air. Yun Tingruo didn't know that as the years passed, her entanglement with the little boy was thrilling!
*******
On a spring night, the pale moon shrouds the gauze, and the wind blows across the cheeks, blowing up the long hair.
The naughty and transparent gray clouds lightly blocked the moonlight, as if they were enveloped in light smoke.
Returning to the Zichen Palace, Jing Cui greeted him in a panic: "Fourth Miss, you are finally back."
As soon as she came to her senses and chased the people out, Yun Tingruo's figure disappeared.
It made them look everywhere.
She was also worried that Yun Tingruo would be taken away, and her heart was so frightened.
Although he disdains these four young ladies, if something happens to her now, their heads will be in danger.
"Sister Jing Cui, what happened?" Dong'er couldn't help but ask when she saw Jing Cui was a little panicked.
Jing Cui waved her hand to hide the panic in her eyes: "It's okay, it's okay. Let's take the Fourth Miss into the palace to rest."
Yun Tingruo glanced around. There were whip marks on the bluestone pillars. Although they had been treated, they were still faintly visible.
Someone has been here.
Could it be the Ninth Princess!
Seeing Yun Tingruo's eyes looking over her, Jing Cui felt as if all her secrets had been stripped away.
She quickly looked away and asked the maids to bring hot water.
"Miss, come into the palace!" Dong'er took Yun Tingruo's hand. After the two of them leaned together, Dong'er lowered her voice for a moment: "Miss, someone has been here."
She just saw two palace maids with red marks on their arms.
Moreover, Jing Cui's eyes were a little red and swollen, as if she had cried.