C11 Why Would He Suddenly Have That Kind of Thought

"I truly never would have thought that there was a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in my room. Even a servant was so powerful. The funny thing is, I don't even know it. "

She knew that she had been exposed this time and that this matter had nothing to do with her. He quickly kneeled down beside Xie Ningqian and begged her, "Miss, this servant has served by your side for quite some time. My stay here was not bad, and this servant really doesn't know the origins of these paintings. Everything was just a coincidence." Someone must be framing this servant. "

Xie Ningqian sneered and glanced at her. "Don't try to struggle to the death anymore. You know very well what you've done." The evidence is right in front of us. No matter how much you say it, it's useless. "

"Since you are a man of my house, I must die if the king wishes me to die. "Someone come, since she's so stubborn, then it must be because she doesn't want to acknowledge this matter. We'll wait upon her until she admits defeat."

The two came down with two thick wooden sticks, and under Xie Ningqian's command, they hit Song Yan.

Xie Ningqian thought, for a mere servant of Pine Mist, how could she suddenly have the thought of using this painting to frame me? Behind her, there must be someone directing her.

"As long as you obediently tell me who ordered you, I can still let you go."

As her master, Xie Ningqian didn't want to see the people beside her get beaten up. She frowned slightly as she heard her pitiful cries.

Not long after, the stubborn Song Yan had died under the rod.

Seeing that Pine Mist had stopped reacting, the servant with the stick stretched out his hand to check her breath. "Miss, she's already dead."

"In any case, master and servant should bury her alive!" Xie Ningqian's face was expressionless as she picked up the teacup by her hand and spoke to the servants in her yard.

"I do not expect her to be very capable, nor do I expect her to be very clever, to be with me. Only one thing, he had to be loyal to me. For me, once is disloyal, and a hundred times is not allowed. "

Xie Ningqian's words carried weight with them. They had all seen what happened to Pine Mist. At this moment, Xie Ningqian's words were full of weight.

The next morning, a ray of sunlight shone through the window pane and onto the floor. Xie Ningqian woke up very early in the morning. She sat at the dressing table, watching herself in the bronze mirror.

Qingge pushed open the door and walked in. After she was dressing Xie Ningqian, she said to her, "Miss, there are a lot of paper dragonflies in the yard. Does Miss want to take a look later?"

"Paper dragonflies?" Xie Ningqian frowned slightly, pondering the matter.

In her memories, this didn't seem to have happened in her previous life.

"That's strange, those paper dragonflies all float from the sky. A light wind blows, and it moves with the wind like a butterfly. "

When Xie Ningqian walked out of the room, there was a breeze blowing outside. The wind that blew over brought with it the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers.

The paper dragonfly danced in the wind along with the petals. At first glance, it looked really beautiful.

She picked up the paper dragonflies on the ground and opened them to read a few. Each paper dragonfly had a sentence filled with love.

'If two emotions last for a long time, then how can they be in the morning and evening? '

'In the heart between the brows, where does one place such affection? '

'Qing Qing Zi Wu, my heart is unhurried, even if I don't want to, I won't say a word. '…

"..."

Xie Ningqian saw all these sentences and found them sweet in her heart.

Of course, there was no need for any more words. Murong Yuan was most likely the one who cast the technique.

Xie Ningqian let out a long sigh. She took the paper dragonfly in her hand and looked towards the direction of the wind. Sure enough, Murong Yuan's figure could be faintly seen on the tower not too far away.

Besides, Xie Ningqian had fought with his wife, so she was extremely familiar with Murong Yuan's handwriting.

The corner of her mouth hooked up into an unfathomable smile. She instructed Qing Ge, "Qing Ge, get someone to pick up all these paper dragonflies on the ground. Let's go inside."

Qingge lightly nodded her head, then called a few maids over, filling the courtyard to pick up the paper dragonflies.

Xie Ningqian sat alone at the ancient table, pondering carefully. If there was no one in the Imperial Duke's estate to help him, how could a slightly lowly top scholar like him do all these things that would please him in the Imperial Duke's estate?