Evil Spirit Peony Chapter 11 Grey Robed Man Original First Release Net

  Under a tree outside the Qingmo Pavilion, two tall figures stood shoulder to shoulder.

  "I examined her today, and also took her pulse. Her pulse is completely normal, I can be sure that her panic-stricken speech was entirely fake." The man in the light gray long gown spoke with disdain, the tree shade covering his eyebrows only revealing a high nose bridge and thin lips.

  A faint hum of discontent rose from the shadows, sounding as if they were unsurprised by this outcome.

  After Xiatian, Fengliu and Xiuniang walked far away, the two of them came out from under the tree shade and entered the pavilion.

  "Long Qiao," the man in gray robes asked hesitantly as he stood before the desk, his voice slightly tense, "Is she... beautiful?"

  Yuan Longqiao casually flipped through the few books on the table, without asking who "she" referred to. After a brief moment of contemplation, he objectively yet casually said, "Not bad."

  That person inexplicably trembled, his lowered eyelashes quivering lightly, his whole body tense yet trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and asked again: "Is she more beautiful than Biroku?"

  Xie Xie sat down behind the desk and replied with a nonchalant tone: "Perhaps."

  "Uh...do you have a bit of a liking for her?" The eyelids opened, the white eyeballs had no focus, like two deep and bottomless dry wells, tensely staring in the direction of the desk.

  Yuan Longqiao raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at him, "Qing Ming, what's wrong with you?"

  Realizing his own loss of composure, Qing Ming hastily closed his eyes again, took a deep breath and changed the subject with his head lowered: "What do you plan to do with her?"

  "Fine clothes and jade food, high bed warm pillow, the glory that should be given to her, I will not hesitate, in short, it must make Xia Jingting feel satisfied."

  For a moment there was no conversation, and the two of them were each lost in their own thoughts.

  Slowly making his way to the back of Yuan Longqiao, Qing Mingyu leaned against his chair, his body just touching his clothes. "How is the Emperor's condition? Does he need me to enter the palace again for treatment?"

  Heaving a sigh, Yuan Longqiao leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples: "No need to say more. The Emperor doesn't want you to set foot in the palace again. He's worried that one day he'll have a son who will make it difficult for me to speak up."

  Feeling his movements, Qing Ming hastily stretched out her hand and began to massage his head with skilled fingerwork. "Your Majesty is indeed very considerate, but after all, his body has already reached a point of no return. Even if I were to diagnose and treat him, it's unlikely that there would be any good effect. What if in the future... which one of your brothers is not a spendthrift? Moreover, everyone knows that I am your person, this matter absolutely cannot be left behind. With just one count of regicide and parricide, even if you have reason on your side, it's impossible to explain clearly."

  Like a trapped beast, she paced back and forth in the room, not knowing how many circles she had turned. Finally, panting heavily, Xia stood still in front of the wardrobe. With a gritted tooth and a stamp of her foot, she fiercely pulled open the door and yanked out an extremely long white silk sash from inside, flinging it up to the top beam of the room with a swish of her hand.

  Deception! All TV dramas are deceptive!

  After the Nth time of throwing "white ling" failed, Xia Tian lay on the bed in a dejected manner. Every time the TV show played the scene where White Lingzi threw something, it was always beautiful and neat, but when she tried it herself, after half a day's effort, her neck was sore from tilting upwards and her arms were numb from lifting, yet the silk ribbon in her hand didn't even touch the edge of the beam.

  Failure, failure, what a total failure! I didn't expect that even hanging myself would require so much technical skill.

  "Ah~~~" She was wailing in her heart, not waiting for this to happen, had Yuan Longqiao decided to suffocate her to death?! In a depressed mood, she pounded the bed and greeted his ancestors for eighteen generations. "Knock knock!" A very light knock on the door, followed by Feng Lü's intentionally lowered voice: "Miss? Miss?"

  In the summer, she hastily held her breath and sprang up from bed like a spring.

  The knocking at the door outside grew louder, "Miss, it's Feng Lai. Miss?"

  No longer hesitating, she quickly ran over and opened the door, surprisingly not seeing Xiū Niáng who had been waiting outside since her return from Jing Mo Xuan.

  Feng Lian couldn't hide her excitement, pulling her out while walking and mysteriously urging: "Miss, hurry up, you'll definitely be happy."

  What's going on! Xia Tian Er and Monk are being dragged forward, completely unaware of what Feng Lai is up to.

  "Miss, hurry up! I had a hard time getting rid of Xiu Niang, she might come back at any moment." Winding and turning, they made their way through the dark alleys, Feng Lü was clearly more familiar with the paths in Ling Wang Fu than Xia Tian.

  Although she was quite puzzled about where she would be taken, Xia Tian was still delighted with this inexplicable midnight "escape" under the moonlight. At least she had something to do and as long as she wasn't left to gather dust in her room, even if Feng Li sold her off, she would count the money for her with a smile on her face.

  A bright and full moon hung low in the dark blue sky, casting a silver glow over the garden of the Ling Wang Fu. In a pavilion, a faint gray figure quietly hid, almost invisible to the naked eye. The sky had long since darkened, and the various courtyards of the Wang Fu were all brightly lit, making the garden seem dull in comparison, despite the moon shining overhead.

  Hiding from the servants' sight with Feng Lian, she quickly walked towards the back door of the Wang Fu, passing through the garden. For some reason, in the summer, at a glance, she saw the person in the pavilion. He sat silently, facing their direction. His robe was loose and his long hair was scattered, although his facial features were unclear, but she could recognize that he was the strange man they met during the day.

  Tightly grasped Fengli's hand, didn't expect this unexpected "runaway" to be over so soon, but just slightly let go of the wind.

  Suddenly saw a person in the pavilion, Feng Lai was also startled, but after careful observation of the person, he let out a big sigh of relief. He raised one finger to his lips and made a gesture for silence, pulling Xia Tian along, the two of them tiptoed quietly past him, step by step.

  In the summer, he stared incredulously at the figure in the pavilion, how could he not see it from his angle? Did he intentionally let them off, deliberately ignoring them?

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