"Is it you?" Dongfang Jing tentatively asked through the screen, "Ah Cen, is that you? The concubine Liang's most trusted nanny back then... Come out, I know it's you."
She had consulted some classics before coming here, and she probably guessed that it was someone who had a good relationship with Concubine Liang who was complaining to Concubine Liang.
The whole hall suddenly fell silent.
There was no movement behind the screen.
Dongfang Jing said in a persuasive manner, "A Cen, I'm here to help you. I know that you want to avenge your master, and want your master to be avenged. But A Cen, Your Majesty doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. If you pretend to be a ghost like this, not only If you can’t help Concubine Liang, you might even hurt yourself!”
"Come out, I have a way to help you."
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the screen shook slightly with a "click" twice, shaking and trembling, as if it would fall head-on at any moment.
Dongfang Jing couldn't bear it any longer, she stretched out her hand, making a gesture to move the screen away.
Just at this time, a strong arm stretched out from behind her, and the big palm firmly clasped her wrist, and the rough calluses rubbed against her skin, which felt a little painful.
"Who?!" Dongfang Jing turned her head almost subconsciously, her eyes suddenly crashed into the depth of the lavender pool.
Murong Qianjue stood face to face with her, did not let go of her hand, but tightened his arm, took her a step forward, hooked her long arm, hugged her into his arms, teased and said, "I have slept so How many times? This king thought that you remembered every touch on this king, so you shouldn’t have misunderstood someone—"
Dongfang Jing blushed when he teased her.
"Don't remember!" She rolled her eyes at Murong Qianjue and said coldly.
Murong Qianjue suddenly "giggled" chuckled, "If you can't remember, I don't suggest doing it again, to help Wangfei, you have a long memory, so that you don't sleep with the wrong man in the future!"
"Murong Qianjue! Get lost!" All Dongfang Jing's rationality was instantly defeated. Almost without thinking, she pushed Murong Qianjue away, and then slapped Murong Qianjue hard with her backhand, which made the corner of the opponent's mouth bleed!
Murong Qianjue licked the blood from his mouth, slowly drank it drop by drop, then raised the corners of his mouth, and gave Dongfang Jing a mischievous look, as if talking about Ah Jing, she was asleep, and no one could deny it.
Dongfang Jing has always had a good temper, but in the end she was finally overwhelmed by Murong Qian!
As soon as she shook her hand, she shattered the teacup in her hand, and then quickly left the Qiu Chan Garden and disappeared into the depths of the main hall!
It took Dongmei a while to react, and she hurriedly chased her out.
When Dongfang Jing and Dongmei both walked away, Murong Qianjue put away the cynical smile on his face, looked sideways at the edge of the screen, and then said coldly to the inside, "Come out!"
With a sound of "squeak", the screen was pushed away, and a woman in her thirties, wearing a shabby court lady's attire, slowly appeared in front of Murong Qianjue.
The court lady's dress she was wearing was extremely worn out, and it hadn't been changed all year round. Not only was it dusty, there were even spiders weaving webs.
A Cen didn't think about it, his knees went limp, he subconsciously knelt down in front of Murong Qianjue, and said with a mournful face, "Master... Master, please forgive me."
"It's not difficult to spare your life, but you deliberately brought Wan Yun here today, what is in your heart, this king knows best!"