Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Aning spent several days in a haze. She couldn't eat or sleep. She sat in Ning Zhiyan's yard every day in a daze.

His health is getting worse and worse, his face that was originally round has now become smaller, and his energy is also severely depressed.

From the day she learned about Ning Zhiyan's accident, her heart seemed to have followed her, and now she is just a shell of a person alive.

At this time, the Queen's decree came from the palace, inviting ladies from various aristocratic families to enter the palace and pray together for seven days for the soldiers who were fighting the enemy on the battlefield.

As the eldest lady of the Duke's mansion, Aning is naturally unavoidable.

After entering the palace, the ladies from each family were placed in the palace near the Buddhist hall. In the morning, everyone and the queen recited scriptures in the Buddhist hall, and in the afternoon they enjoyed flowers and tea in the imperial garden.

Unlike other noble ladies who compete tit-for-tat for the limelight, Aning would return to her bedroom on the pretext of feeling unwell every time she finished copying Buddhist scriptures.

It was the same today. After leaving, Aning walked slowly along the red palace wall step by step. The maid serving her seemed not to understand why she refused the Queen's invitation one after another.

After all, this was a good opportunity to climb into my lap, so I couldn't help but ask more: "Miss Yue, why don't you follow the other ladies to the imperial garden to spread flowers and drink tea?"

After saying this, she felt a little regretful. The other person was now her master, and she should not have said such inappropriate words in any case.

Aning didn't say anything and still walked forward slowly.

The palace maid was also used to her being so silent, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, compared to other arrogant and difficult noble ladies, the Miss Yue she was serving made her worry less.

Although she looks sullen and doesn't talk much, she still has a pretty good personality, and she's really good-looking. She hasn't read any books, but she also knows what it means to be as beautiful as a fish and a goose behind the moon.

She thought that this description should be what Miss Yue was like.

He is too thin and his complexion is pale, like a delicate flower that has lost its nutrients.

She looked at the woman's thin figure and suddenly remembered the boring conversation she had with other palace maids yesterday.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why she had to shirk the Queen's invitation.

The woman in front of her was the fiancée of General Ning. Her fiancé had just died on the battlefield. It was really not a good time to enjoy flowers and drink tea.

The palace maid sighed silently in her heart, what a pity, they were lovers.

Suddenly, Aning stopped, his dark pupils moved, and he looked into the distance. The old man in white robes walked very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared around the corner.

When the palace maid saw the person stopped, she didn't know why, so she asked, "What's wrong with Miss Yue?"

The woman shook her head. When she returned to the palace, she suddenly said, "Has any Taoist priest come to the palace recently?"

Perhaps it had been too long since she had spoken. Her voice was soft and hoarse, but not unpleasant at all.

The palace maid thought she was hearing hallucinations, and stood there stunned, her eyes widened and she said, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes." The woman responded good-naturedly.

Hearing this, the palace maid walked to the door and looked around for a while, then carefully closed the door. Then she walked to the woman's side and lowered her voice: "There is indeed a Taoist priest in the palace, because there has been a lot of trouble in the palace recently. A lot of people died, and the death was miserable. That Taoist priest probably came here for this matter, but the Queen has issued an order, asking us not to spread this matter."

After saying this, the maid cautiously probed: "Miss Yue, you won't tell anyone, right?"

Hearing this, the woman raised her eyes and glanced at her, then nodded slowly and said "Yeah".

Now the palace maid felt at ease, and then chatted a few more words, but seeing that the other party's eyes were empty and seemed to be completely immersed in her own thoughts, she closed her mouth and excused herself.

The door was gently closed, and the woman sitting on the chair swayed back to her senses, staring at the sandalwood curls on the table and the smoke rings floating in the room.

If she read it correctly, this Taoist priest was the one she met on the street that day, but why did he appear in the palace?

Suddenly, she saw something pressing under the sandalwood burning stove. She stepped forward and moved the stove to the side. An unsigned envelope appeared in front of her eyes.

She picked up the letter, and when she saw what was under the letter, her whole body trembled slightly, and tears rushed out of her eyes.

His pale fingertips lifted up the jade pendant shaped like a crescent moon.

And this jade pendant was very familiar to her. She had pinned it on Ning Zhiyan before he left.

She couldn't wait to open the envelope. When she saw the contents clearly, her fingers curled up, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes gradually regained their clarity.

Regardless of whether the content on the envelope is true or false, based on this jade pendant alone, she will definitely do what it asks.

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The dark night was full of sadness, but the moonlight was particularly beautiful. The spotless moonlight poured down, coating the ground with a layer of platinum.

Aning had read the contents of the letter more than a hundred times until late at night. She thought that the time was almost up, burned the letter, took a cloak from the closet, put it on herself, and left her bedroom. .

Under the moonlight, she came to the place mentioned in the letter, where she saw a bright yellow figure.

After seeing the man's face, her pupils suddenly dilated, her long and thick eyelashes were like a cattail leaf trembling slightly with her breathing, and she subconsciously clenched the skirts on both sides.

A cold wind blew out of nowhere, and there seemed to be a strong smell of blood in the air.