Chapter Eleven: Licking Good Spirit

  Jing's eyes widened in surprise.

  The aloof emperor appears!

  Sister escaped three times? Does sister need to escape? Does she need to be pregnant? Sister lifts her foot and turns around on the moon, touring the universe, does she need to escape?!

  Is this guy also one of those people who wanted her to be a queen?

  But how can this be done?

  Whenever the two words "Your Majesty" are mentioned, they seem particularly clear and calm, yet somehow they give people a strong sense of irony.

  Not to mention the group of guards who saw her kowtowing with her butt in the air, even that black-clothed beauty who was used to being in a high position couldn't help but curtsy when she saw her. This woman was truly noble and elegant, yet she sat there so casually, speaking lightly, her eyes still gazing at the roof.

  What's on the roof? Is there such a beautiful and lively girl like her?

  "My lord, you may rise!" she replied at once, tilting her chin high.

  Losing a person cannot lose an array, you see the rooftop I also see the rooftop, I see higher than you.

  Hearing such an unexpected answer, the white-clothed person on the bed finally condescended to lower their gaze, raised their hand and pointed, and Jing Heng's body relaxed all at once, the restraints from earlier gone.

  "Goodbye, dear!"

  With a flash of light, the scenery disappeared instantly.

  Joking aside, the beauty is tempting, but one also needs to have a life to enjoy it. This guy clearly has a bigger backing and stronger means than Ye Lü Qi, and his attitude is even more vicious - with murderous intent!

  She bet with a single hair that if she didn't make a brilliant escape at this moment, her future life would be very dull.

  "Whoosh." The next moment, a horizontal wave appeared in his own house.

  It's not that she didn't want to escape far away, but the gold and silver were still in the house, if she didn't bring them along, wouldn't she be waiting for death from starvation on her future escape route?

  She didn't even have time to catch her breath, and rushed straight to the back of the bed. There was a mouse hole in the corner of the wall under the bed, where she had hidden her money. The boss's wife of Feng Lai Xiang was most skilled at secretly searching for other people's private stashes, and could scrape off a layer of skin from even flat ground. Only the mouse hole could escape unscathed.

  Move the bed away, behind the back of the bed is a wall, under the wall there is a hidden money hole, and behind the wall is where she usually takes a bath, with wooden buckets and other things.

  The bed creaks, and the scenery outside the window is momentarily stunned.

  The wall?

  The wall behind the bed where the money was hidden suddenly disappeared! Now she can see the bathtub in the misty distance.

  Wait, misty and vague... Is there hot water in the bucket? But she didn't order anyone to fetch water for a bath just now, where did the hot water come from? And most importantly, what about the wall? The wall!

  Jing Xiangbo felt a slight numbness all over her body, and everything in front of her transcended her personal understanding of the world. Had she stayed in her room for too long, had the walls also developed spiritual energy, and could they teleport?

  What's even more ominous is that after the fog, a figure faintly appeared.

  A white robe falls to the ground, its collar and sleeves like snow. A tight-fitting neckline holds a pale golden pearl that glimmers faintly in a misty veil of pale whiteness...

  "For the first time." The fog swirled around him, his clothes fluttering like a immortal's, but his voice was clear and firm.

  The scenery is vast and undulating.

  How did this guy pop up? How did he know she would move here? Can he teleport too?

  The window was open, and the misty vapor was like flowing clouds. The night wind lifted the person's sleeves, revealing a shallow pattern like ripples on water, which extended from the cuff to the hem of their robe in a flowing, cursive script. Their black hair was slightly lifted, as if about to fly into the moonlight.

  At this moment, if there were talented scholars and guests present, they would probably nod their heads and recite a line: "As if it were a light cloud covering the moon, drifting, as if it were a gentle breeze blowing back the snow." But Jing Xiangbo was only concerned with retreating.

  Her heart was racing too much and her legs were a bit weak. She couldn't teleport immediately, stumbled backward, and bumped into something hard with a thud.

  She subconsciously reached back with one hand, confirming that she had bumped into the dresser. Thinking of the fine soft things in the drawer and the gold hairpins on top, she suddenly turned around.

  Golden hairpins and silver hairpins are also valuable things, can be used as weapons, grab a handful for self-defense first!

  What's more important is that with a flip of the dressing table mirror, the secret door can be opened. She had deliberately applied oil to the hinge so it would open with just one push!

  Jing grabbed a bottle of peanut oil from the table and threw it, shouting: "Look at me, I'm going to turn the world upside down with joy! The wind blows and the spring is scattered!"

  The bottle smashed out, she turned around and rushed in front of the mirror, just a hard push would allow her to enter the secret door, then instantly move again.

  The hand that was about to touch the mirror suddenly stopped.

  The brass mirror surface was smooth and bright, reflecting a figure.

  White clothes surpass snow, collar tightly tied, a light gold pearl shines low-key and luxurious, unable to be covered by the brightness of brass.

  He is too tall and standing, so the mirror can only reflect up to his collar.

  "Second time." He was still as calm and composed, his expression unchanged. Even the pale golden pearls at his collar seemed to be looking down on her with a cold glint.

  The scenery is horizontal and the waves are calm.

  Where did this lingering ghost come from?

  What about the bottle that was just smashed? The cap was already open when it was thrown out, and it should have made a sound when it fell into the water. Did it just disappear into thin air? Not even blocking anyone for one second?

  I thought this guy was dressed so neatly and cleanly, he must be very cautious about the brothel and all that stuff, he must want to avoid it, but without even a twist, she saw him again in the mirror.

  What's even more deadly is that she discovered this guy had an extremely strong aura, not the kind of aura that describes someone's temperament, but rather the air around him seemed to be particularly heavy, as if it were substantial, and she completely lost her sense of distance in such a feeling.

  Even if she used all her might, she could only move instantly from in front of him to beside him.

  Where did this deep well ice come from?

  At first, the black-clad beauty was so powerful, she easily fooled people and escaped, but now this guy is so troublesome.

  The scenery swept forward in a wave, and she decided to enter the dark room without caring. No matter what, she would escape from the space where he was first!

  A loud "crack" echoed through the air, with a lingering reverberation.

  Jing Heng shouted loudly, fell on the mirror, and covered her forehead with tears in her eyes. She stared at the clean forehead, where a greenish-purple bruise slowly swelled up, set against the snow-white skin of her face, which was quite striking.

  The dark door didn't open, she used all her might and bumped into the mirror.

  The gaze that was about to cry with no tears slowly fell on his side.

  There is a finger on one side of the body.

  Her fingers were white and slender, with a beautiful shape, and the tips of her fingers sparkled like ice. At this moment, Jing Xiangbo was leaning in front of the mirror, while the man stood extremely close behind her, his arm stretched out from behind to press against the hidden door. The two people were extremely close, and if the man lowered his head slightly, his chin would touch the top of Jing Xiangbo's head. If viewed from behind, it seemed like they were embracing. Although the man's body was turned away, with an expression that showed he didn't want to get close, but as reflected in the mirror, this scene had a hint of tender intimacy.

  But now Jing Hengbo had no mood to appreciate anything, he just wanted to tilt his head and fiercely bite off this detestable claw.

  It was this finger that pressed on the edge of the mirror, blocking the flip of the secret door and foiling her escape plan.

  Must be punished!

  Jing Hengbo thought so and did so.

  She tilted her head, stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked that finger once.

  ……