Yun Tingruo slowly turned around, and there was a small mouth under the bridge of her small nose. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, with a breathtaking cold breath.
Jing Cui watched her walking over, like thousands of lights and shadows, like a blooming hibiscus.
She opened her eyes, trying to see her appearance clearly, but it was so blurry.
His eyes followed Yun Tingruo's figure, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
The figure in front of him was no longer a small figure, but a majestic figure.
Falling into fantasy successfully.
Yun Tingruo slapped her lightly, and Jing Cui looked at her.
"Go back!" As soon as Yun Tingruo finished speaking, Jing Cui walked back.
"Oh my God." Dong'er didn't know what happened yet, but she only knew that Jing Cui's eyes became a little misty not long after she came in.
"Go forward!"
"Squat down."
"stand up."
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No matter what instructions Yun Tingruo gave, Jing Cui followed them all.
This is similar to hypnosis, but does not harm the hypnotized person's mind.
But she was able to ask a lot of questions, because the images she saw in the illusion were real.
Yun Tingruo raised his head, his eyes like a proud lion.
"Who is your master?"
"Concubine Xian."
Dong'er held her breath, dumbfounded by this shocking scene.
Yun Tingruo's tone did not stop at the word "Concubine Xian".
"What did she ask you to do?"
"Find the right moment to kill you."
Dong'er wriggled the corners of her lips, opened and closed her mouth, closed and opened her mouth again, unable to calm down.
Only Yun Tingruo's heartbeat was still as gentle as water, without any fluctuation.
"Where is the Queen Mother?"
"Prince Jin's Mansion."
"What happened."
"The King of Jin resisted the decree, and the Emperor ordered his arrest, but the Queen Mother stopped him."
Although Jing Cui's eyes were moving, her words were completely uncontrollable.
"Miss." Dong'er covered her mouth, her mind was very confused.
Concubine Xian sent someone to kill the young lady, King Jin resisted the decree, and the Queen Mother left the palace. This series of events made her heart beat wildly.
"Put her on the chair."
Yun Tingruo snorted softly, still in that casual tone, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Dong'er stepped forward and glared at Jing Cui. Unexpectedly, you were the one who was most uneasy.
Bad guy!
Dong'er helped Jing Cui sit on the chair and pinched Jing Cui's arm.
"Slap her in the face."
Yun Tingruo's eyes flashed and she raised her lips slightly.
She saw all Dong'er's little moves.
Why not let Donger vent his anger.
Sometimes when people hold it in too much, it can hurt their health.
Dong'er nodded hurriedly, her smile was as bright as a mountain flower, just what she wanted.
"Bah bang bang." He waved his hand and slapped Jing Cui several times.
After seeing Dong'er finish the beating, Yun Tingruo smiled and said, "Pinch her nose."
Pinch her nose is the fastest way to wake up someone who has entered a dream.
"Cough cough cough." Jing Cui woke up and found that she was sitting on a chair.
Their eyes met, big eyes staring at small eyes.
Suddenly, Jing Cui cried out in pain: "It hurts."
He touched his face with both hands, why it suddenly hurt so much.
"Sister Jingcui, you just hit your face. It's almost skinless. Go and apply some ointment."
Jing Cuigang was about to ask what happened.
Dong'er's cherry lips pursed slightly, and she spoke quickly and steadily.
Jing Cui was stunned on the spot.
She----she just hit her face
Why didn't she have any impression
"I just hit my face." Jing Cui touched her hot face and asked unwillingly.
Dong'er blinked innocently: "Sister Jingcui, you didn't get knocked unconscious, did you? You walked too fast when you entered the door just now and accidentally hit the side of the door. I helped you in."
"Oh haha, really?" Jing Cui tried hard to recall the scene of hitting the wall.
It seems that there really is such a thing.
Dong'er helped her up considerately: "Sister Jingcui, go back to the room quickly and apply some plaster, otherwise your face will swell."
Jing Cui nodded blankly, and walked out of the palace with Dong'er's push and support.
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a stabbing sensation like a thorn in my back.
"Hahahaha, miss, you made me laugh so hard."
Dong'er held her stomach and couldn't help laughing when she thought of Jing Cui's stunned expression just now.
"Okay, take the dagger and follow me out."
Yun Tingruo squinted her eyes slightly and touched the blueprint in her sleeve. As long as there was no sign of leaving the palace, the wooden gun must be made as soon as possible.
Walking out of the Zichen Palace and walking down the three stone steps, the palace located in the distance revealed glazed tile roofs, just like a golden island.
"Miss, we still have to go to the place where we were yesterday."
Dong'er couldn't help but ask when he saw that the scenery around him was familiar.
"Yes." Yun Tingruo nodded. Only the place yesterday had what she wanted.
"But miss, that little boy with the scar is annoying."
Dong'er snorted, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.
She had not forgotten the little boy yesterday.
"We may not meet each other." Yun Tingruo's eyes were like fireflies in midsummer. Although it was the light of a spark, it could not be underestimated.
Just because we met yesterday does not mean we will meet today.
Even if they meet, it has nothing to do with her.
The breeze is light, the winding paths lead to tranquility, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
Yun Tingruo enjoyed the aroma of green grass. She held a dagger in her right hand and drew a graceful arc in the air, breaking the heavy wood.
"Miss, this is fine." Dong'er handed over the small piece of wood that had been whittled away.
Yun Tingruo took a look and pointed at the top of the wood: "Here, it needs to be a little rounder."
Dong'er grimaced: "Miss, this is difficult to peel."
Although it is only as big as a little finger, the wood is very hard and not easy to sharpen at all.
"This is agarwood."
"I don't care whether it is fragrant or not, it's too unlovable." Dong'er picked up the dagger and patted the wood hard. Her dagger fell on Zhuangzi. If she had her indestructible dagger, it would be easy. Chilled the wood.
Yun Tingruo twitched, but didn't say anything more.
Agarwood can not only be used as a spice, but it is also the best to use it to make wooden guns.
Yun Tingruo sat in the grass and looked at the wood in his hand. It was just a branch cut from agarwood, but it was so difficult to cut.
His ears suddenly twitched slightly, and Yun Tingruo suddenly picked off a green leaf, causing a stir in the grass.
There was a "pop" and a cry of pain came from behind the flowers.
"Come out!" The look on Yun Tingruo's face couldn't be more calm.
"Ugly, it's you again."
The little boy from yesterday emerged from behind the flowers, his eyes full of violence, and the scar on his face became more and more ferocious.
"It's me." Feng Qingyun's calm voice made the little boy stunned. He didn't expect Yun Tingruo to answer so simply.
Even if he is irritable and fiery, he is still a little boy.
Every time he loses his temper, the maids turn pale and kneel on the ground in fear, crying.
Only she dared to look into his eyes and answer his words confidently.
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