Chapter 258 The Sinner’s Daughter 6
Mo Ming...: "Kaoao, after all, is a professional!"
Now is not the time to sigh.
Xining felt cold all over. Even though summer had already begun in April, it was still like pouring a bucket of ice water from beginning to end: "Now that the golden hairpin is gone, what else can be used?"
Mo Ming: "We are not on the same level. I advise you to use the beauty trap."
Xining...
Even if she looks heavenly and beautiful and Diao Chan is reincarnated, it will be difficult for her to seduce Jin Yiwei.
What is Jinyiwei? People who are capable of doing this are already different from ordinary people. In their eyes, everyone is an object, just like a watermelon or winter melon, which can be clicked.
Deceive the gold hairpin back first and then make plans. If that doesn't work, just go down with the hairpin and kill him. The mission didn't say that Jin Yiwei needed protection. If he couldn't survive, just take a break.
She deliberately spread her hands angrily: "This is what Princess Xunyang gave me, give it back to me."
The other party...
Do you know who he is? Jin Yiwei can take whatever he wants, not to mention hairpins, even his life.
On normal days, I would definitely... insert it directly into my hand and penetrate it. Since there is suspicion, it would be safer to simply give up.
But just looking at this hand as tender as an onion, Xining felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
"The food is here." The waiter brought a plate of food to the door. When he saw the dark shadow in the room, he was so frightened that the plate almost overturned.
Xining saw it, put down his hand, and said casually: "Put it on the table."
The waiter who served the dishes had trembling legs and hands. He finally walked into the room, put the food on the table, and ran out as if he was running for his life without looking back.
I ran downstairs in one breath and ran all the way to the kitchen before falling to the ground. My ancestor, why is the Jin Yiwei in there? It was so scary.
Originally it was Fleur who took the plate at the door and brought it to the table, but now that Furong is not here, she has to serve herself.
He was able to eat a decapitated meal before being beheaded. Xining sat down and said, "I want to eat, so I won't leave you alone." This was obviously an order to expel guests.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually came over and sat down. He reached out and took the rice bowl and chopsticks in front of her: "The food is good, I will make do with it here."
This seat... Only the commander of the Jinyiwei and the two commanders of the Jinyiwei from the North and South Zhenfu Division can call themselves this person.
Even an ordinary Jin Yiwei wouldn't dare, let alone someone with high authority.
Xining could only watch helplessly as the rice and chopsticks placed in front of her were taken away, while this "sir" just glanced at her and just picked up the vegetables with chopsticks and started eating.
This face, if I go, I will be invincible in the world! But think about it, a guy like this will have enemies wherever he goes, and they would love to peel off their skin, beat their tendons, and put some poison in their food. On the contrary, it is safest to feed an official lady who is running for her life.
After sighing slightly, she shouted: "Hibiscus!"
As a result, a royal guard appeared outside the door.
Xining...
Fortunately, she didn't make a move just now. If she assassinated Lord Jin Yiwei like a convulsion, she wouldn't survive tomorrow.
Xining could only say: "Please ask downstairs to send another pair of chopsticks..."
She glanced at the "me" adult who was snatching her rice and said, "And two bowls of rice." She was tall, so one bowl of rice probably wasn't enough.
"I" glanced at her, said nothing, and didn't know what to think. Don't worry too much, I don't treat you as a rice pail. Indeed, this bowl of rice is only enough for her. She means well.
Xining felt a little regretful. Why did she order Jin Yiwei? But she couldn't be allowed to ask for things in public, right?
Jin Yiwei stepped aside, and Fu Rong, whose feet were weak with fear, was pushed over by others.
Xining...
There is also a Jin Yiwei next to him!
Xining then asked Furong again and asked the store to bring another pair of chopsticks and two bowls of rice.
But Furong was so frightened that she could hardly stand on her feet, her face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she could barely hold on to the door frame.
"I", who was eating, glanced at it and said lightly: "Go and do it!"
"Yes!" Jin Yiwei disappeared immediately, his speed was so fast.
But Fu Rong was pulled away, trembling and trembling, so she couldn't spoil the adults' interest in eating.
After Xining sighed slightly, he sincerely thanked: "Thank you, sir!"
"Why thank me? The food is all yours." The other person's tone was calm. Although he was eating quickly, he was polite and did not miss a single chopstick.
Xining said sincerely: "Thank you sir for not letting me go hungry tonight."
The chopsticks holding the sweet and sour pork strips were held for a moment, and then slowly moved to the bowl and used with rice.
A bowl of rice was eaten quickly, and the two of them waited for the food to arrive.
Even when he was sitting, his back was straight and his whole body exuded a cold and violent aura. Just like a poisonous snake coiled on a chair, the air can freeze.
As if to break the silence at this moment, the other party asked leisurely: "Gu Tingrui has been sent to prison this morning. How did the Gu family know in advance?"
This is a big question, a big question with great depth.
The purpose of Jinyiwei's existence is to let the emperor control everything. It is said that a minister felt tired and composed a poem casually. The next day, the emperor said, "Last night's poem was well done." The minister was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.
King An rebelled, and before the court punished his accomplices, the officials and their families left the city early in the morning to escape for their lives. Who leaked the news? Could it be that he is more powerful than Jin Yiwei?
What the city guard now knows is that Old Mrs. Gu has a long life, and what the Gu family knows is that the old lady had a dream about an earthquake in the morning. Only those who really know the inside story know that she sent her maids everywhere to persuade her to escape at dawn.
He must have known the real details, so this adult came directly to her. Otherwise, the Gu family left in several ways, and he just followed the old lady's team and found her?
Xining swallowed and asked with difficulty: "If I say that my little girl had a dream in the morning, and Mrs. Gu reminded me in her dream, would you believe me?"
"The theories about ghosts and gods are all man-made." Even if you don't believe it, it's okay for you to deceive others. But if you use it to deceive the king of hell, Jin Yiwei, who is afraid of ghosts, is it naive or innocent?
Xining could only smile bitterly: "But it was just a dream. Otherwise, how could a little girl know unknown things with her abilities?"
I just dreamed that the eldest lady of the Gu family was doing embroidery and playing the piano in her boudoir. At most, she could only read basic books, write a few big characters, and compose a few innocuous poems.
Most people dream. Not only did Duke Zhou interpret dreams in ancient times, but there were also people in the court who could interpret dreams. The emperor had a dream, and there were ministers who flattered him according to his wishes. Regardless of the arrangements afterwards, it was still destined to happen, and it often worked out.
"What kind of clothes did your grandfather wear when he dreamed about it? Was the injury on his forehead on the left or right side? What was his expression and what words did he say?" He asked a series of questions without changing, his voice was steady and deep, and his eyes were not clear. Looking at her, it seemed as if nothing was there, invisible, but it was also as if every move she made or even the slightest thought in her heart could be captured, making it impossible to escape.
Xi Ning's mind was racing. He couldn't think for too long. If it was too long, he would just find a way to quibble; if it was too short, it would be nonsense.
(End of chapter)