"Slave, slave, slave and maid stand, on the side of the young lady! Swear to stand on Miss's side! Biho stammered and raised her hand to the sky, swearing a curse.

Murong Feixue didn't expose her, but just smiled noncommittally, and commanded: "Pull Mama Liu's body out of the place and bury it, if someone finds it, I will say that you killed it, but understand?" ”

When Bihe heard this, her heart trembled uncontrollably. Zhilu said that if he went to ventilate and report again, he might be the next to die. Moreover, now Mama Liu's death will also be relied on by her on her head. As for whether it is poisoned or united, it can be done. Anyway, no one will suspect Murong Feixue, who was once a waste of firewood.

Why didn't you find out before that this Murong Feixue was so cunning?

In desperation, he could only nod hurriedly and replied in a trembling voice: "Ming, understand, it will never be discovered, and it will definitely not affect Miss!" ”

After that, Bihe trembled and went to Mama Liu's corpse, gritted her teeth and carried her heavy body on her shoulders, and walked out with her head down.

The next moment, Murong Feixue's cold light turned. Slowly paced to the corner of the wall, looking at the unconscious spring painting. directly poured the water in the bucket on the side.

"Boom, la......" After the sound of water, Chunhua stood up in shock. Wow whoa" screamed, instinctively running around......

"Hell yes! Hell it, it can't be, it can't be! ”

After a moment, the spring painting suddenly calmed down, looking left and right.

It took a while to fix his eyes on Murong Feixue's gloomy face. When he landed, he knelt on the ground, "poof", and kowtowed again and again: "Miss spare your life, Miss spare your life, I don't know anything about the spring painting, the spring painting has no dissent, the spring painting is still young, and I don't want to die......"

"Find me a pure white coat, a pair of scissors, and a piece ......of red paper," Murong Feixue simply and directly ordered.

As soon as the words fell, he rolled his eyes slightly, his eyes swept over the top of the spring painting like a blade, and continued to warn: "If Banzhu Xiangnei doesn't come back, let's go to the funeral with Mama Liu." ”

Spring Painting shivered and nodded in fright. Rolled out of Murong Feixue's incense pavilion in a panic, and spread those things around. I am afraid that if I am one step too late, my life will not be guaranteed.

It was only a few cups of tea, and the spring painting went and returned, staggered into the room, and bowed down deeply. Hands elevated. In both hands he held a stack of white gauze robes, on which were placed half a piece of red paper and a handful of small scissors tied with red strings.

"Little, miss, what you want, is it okay?" Chunhua asked cautiously. The wind and dust came, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The nervous heartbeat almost reached the throat.

"Put things down and get out." Murong Feixue glanced sideways slightly, and spoke coldly.

Chunhua immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and knelt down to retire as if he had been amnestied.

In the humble boudoir, only Murong Feixue was left sitting in front of the dresser.

The hair is already dry. She took the horn comb and carefully straightened her hair. Three thousand ink-like green silk hung down on his chest and reached his waist. It's so dark that it seems to cross the sky, which is amazing. Instead of combing her hair in a bun, she got up and put on her white gauze robe. The floor-length skirt spreads out like a lotus leaf, which is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

Outside the window, the cold wind whipped wildly and the branches and leaves "rustled". The galloping evening breeze let out a roar that was almost ghostly, and it was terrifying to hear.

In front of the dresser under the window, Murong Feixue's pale little face covered with a thick layer of fat powder was printed in the bronze mirror. It was so white that there was not a trace of blood. In the dazzling dim candlelight, you can still see Murong Feixue's red lips like fire, dazzling.