Three Hundred and Thirty-Four: 10 Miles of Red Makeup (7)

A low-key and simple carriage stopped at the corner gate of Liu Mansion. Hunting WenwangWwΔW． LieWen. CC

"Ms. Hui, Liu Mansion has arrived."

The soft call of the maid came from outside the carriage, bringing Huijun back from his wandering thoughts.

She pursed her lips, restrained the unnecessary expression on her face, showed a perfect smile that she had carefully trained over the years, leaned over and stepped on the sedan chair to get out of the car.

In front of her was a completely unfamiliar mansion. A few years ago, she would have been a humble and humble Acao who was allowed to be abused by others. She could do everything with just a copper. Let alone enter such a luxurious and magnificent mansion, even if she was even slightly close, she would not be able to do anything. He was driven away and insulted by the servants.

"Ms. Hui?" the maid called.

"I have nothing to do. I just feel happy when I think about meeting my husband soon."

Ah Cao, Huijun now smiled shyly.

After pressing down the heavy curtain to cover his entire face, he handed his hand to the maid and let her help her into the corner door.

She knew that she was the dowry wife of the concubine of the Liu family, but she only saw the energy and investment that the Liu family had put into her over the years. She had everything she wanted in terms of food, clothing, housing, and even someone personally taught her how to read and calligraphy, and how to evaluate paintings and poems. , telling her the rules and taboos among high-ranking noble families... Therefore, she did not think that she would only be a dowry lady who helped others win their husband's favor.

Arriving at a courtyard in a low-key manner, Huijun saw the second son of the Liu family, whom he had met several years ago.

Jiang Pengji was startled when she saw Huijun.

Even she did not expect that Ah Cao, who had been raised carefully for several years, would grow into such a magnificent figure.

Her temples are as black as ink, her eyebrows are lightly swept, and her hairpins are swinging rhythmically as she steps. She is beautiful, and it seems that even such boring swaying has a profound meaning. She walks in various postures, and Pingting's curling appearance is like a bud that has just sprouted in the warm spring. The green willows are unforgettable.

Gone is the thin, pitiful, humble and cowardly posture he once had, and instead he is just gentle and calm, with a noble demeanor.

"A woman's eighteenth transformation is really true."

Jiang Pengji looked at Huijun with admiring eyes, and she was indeed a rare beauty.

Not to mention the fish that sinks and the geese fall, and the moon that closes and the flowers are ashamed, but it can also overwhelm an entire city.

Huijun tried hard to stop his spine,

Use everything you have learned over the years.

No matter how calm she looked on the outside, her heart was already beating like thunder, her palms were sweating, her back was suffocating with heat, and her breathing was a little faster at the tip of her nose. It was like the first time she saw Jiang Pengji, even the air became cold. Thin.

Sitting down leisurely, Huijun showed the most perfect smile and saluted with standard movements that seemed like textbooks.

"My maid, Huijun, has met Mr. Lang."

"Don't be so nervous." Jiang Pengji laughed dumbly. With the other person's appearance, she always felt like the dean, while Huijun in front of her was a student nervously waiting for the spot check. "You have done a good job in these years. Your promise still counts.”

Huijun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that her back was already wet.

"In that case, can Langjun tell Huijun what you want Huijun to do?"

She looked at Jiang Pengji with clear eyes. Even though the cowardice in her bones had been worn away over the years, she always felt ashamed when she was in front of Jiang Pengji. She wished she could bury herself in the ground so that the other party would never see her again.

Jiang Pengji clicked on the table, and the sound was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

"Are you going to be the enchantress who brings disaster to the country?"

The enchantress who brings disaster to the country?

Huijun was startled.

Before coming to Liu Mansion, she had countless thoughts in her mind.

But no matter how she guessed, she didn't even touch the edge of the truth.

Huijun smiled bitterly, "No woman in the world, even if she is as unclean as a slave, will not take the initiative to admit that her appearance is not as good as others. It's just that the enchantress who has brought disaster to the country... slave has some beauty, but she doesn't Such confidence is compared with the three thousand beauties in the inner courtyard of the palace."

Jiang Pengji nodded, "That's right."

Today's Huijun is indeed beautiful, but this kind of beauty still belongs to the human world. If you search hard, you can find beauties that compare with her.

After hearing this, Huijun's heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, and there was a slight pain.

At this time, Jiang Pengji said again, "However, I am asking you if you are willing to be the enchantress who brings disaster to the country, not anything else."

Huijun responded hurriedly, "Of course I am willing."

Perhaps because she had been humiliated and heartbroken since she was a child, Huijun had been longing for someone to save her from this sea of ​​suffering.

The man in front of me did it.

Back then, she had personally killed the gangsters who had bullied her in the mass graves, and she secretly made up her mind.

Not to mention mountains of swords and seas of fire, even if it means taking her own life, she will sacrifice it without hesitation if the person in front of her says so.

A person must know how to be satisfied and grateful, and Huijun retains this sincerity.

She understood that every day after leaving the cave was stolen from her.

How many wandering orioles died miserably, with no clothes on when they died, and others would cover their noses when they saw the corpse?

Only she has enjoyed a life of glory and wealth for so many years, and maybe she can go further in the future.

Why not satisfied?

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the young man in front of her say to her, "In that case, I will give you a blessing!"

Huijun bowed her head and Jiang Pengji was speechless again.

"It's not easy to be the enchantress who brings disaster to the country. You may even face being reviled by everyone in the world, so think carefully."

Huijun shook his head and said, "Mr. Lang is wrong in what he said. What about the enchantress who is causing harm to the country? Isn't she the most noble woman in the world? She has the best of everything in the world at her fingertips. She can live wantonly and not be trampled by others. , It can even make people who were once tall bend down or even break their spines. Looking at it like this, how bad is it? As for the reputation after death, people are dead, who cares about the flood behind them? "

What does it mean to be reviled by everyone in the world?

Throughout history, although no beauties can end well, no one has the ability to show them off.

No matter how they died, they enjoyed all the glory and wealth while they were alive.

Jiang Pengji choked at Huijun's words.

She also didn't expect that the other party would think so.

"If you think so, it's for the best." Jiang Pengji raised her finger and pointed at the steaming medicine on the table, "Drink it."

Huijun stood up and took two steps. Without asking what the medicine was, she raised her hand to pick up the bowl of dark, bitter and unpleasant medicine. She raised her slender white neck and drank it all. Jiang Pengji handed her the candied fruit. , she also took it obediently and kept it in her mouth silently.

After the bitter taste in her mouth subsided, she timidly spoke.

"I have a wish, sir, can you make it come true?"

Thinking of her request, she felt like her tongue was tied.

"Yes." Jiang Pengji nodded and agreed.

"Mr. Sir, can you give me a hug?"

She blurted out, her heart filled with hope and anxiety.

Jiang Pengji looked into Huijun's eyes, her heart suddenly enlightened, and she opened her arms slightly.

Huijun stretched out his hands nervously, hugged Jiang Pengji's waist, and leaned into her arms. His shy and anxious expression gradually turned pale, and then slowly calmed down, with a look of relief in his eyes, "Thank you, thank you."