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Chapter 399 Good sister, you finally entered the palace

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    Tonight, on the Lantern Festival, it¡¯s snowing in the imperial city.

    Gu Chongshan walked with a lantern.

    The palace lane is long, and there is a thin layer of snow on the bluestone bricks.

    The light and shadow of the lanterns are dim, the palace alleys have red walls and yellow tiles, and the branches of a few plum blossom trees lean across the palace wall, casting mottled flower shadows on the girl's peony-red palace skirt.

    got windy.

    Fine snow fell on her brows and bun.

    Huan Pei Ling Ding has a very light and gentle tone, just like her.

    Gradually we walked to the end of Gong Lane.

    The two dark doors were tightly closed, with brass door nails arranged neatly on the door. The door knocker with an animal head was very ferocious. A plaque hung under the eaves, with the word "Xichang" written in strong handwriting.

    Nan Baoyi stopped and turned to Gu Chongshan seriously, "Can you turn off the lamp when you are nine thousand years old?"

    "Why?"

    "I want to touch the doornail."

    ¡°Touching the doornail¡± is a custom during the Shangyuan Festival in South Vietnam.

    Only by getting rid of all kinds of diseases and touching doornails can you seek good luck and eliminate evil in the new year.

    There is also a saying that it is about asking for children, and "nail" is homophonic to "ding". It is said that if you turn off the lamp, groping in the dark, and find the door nail in one fell swoop, it is regarded as a good omen to have a child, and it also represents a prosperous family and more children.

    Gu Chongshan¡¯s face was expressionless, ¡°I brought you back to the West Factory to make your life worse than death, not to let you touch the door nails.¡±

    Nan Baoyi Danfeng's eyes were bright, and he clasped his palms together in a pleading gesture, "Nine thousand years old, it only takes a moment to touch the doornail. If you don't delay me, my life will be worse than death. I'm thinking that I will marry my second brother next year. I think  If I give birth to a son in one fell swoop, my status in Prince Jing¡¯s Mansion will be higher, right?¡±

    Gu Chongshan was speechless.

    This little girl thinks she can escape alive after entering the West Factory?

    ??A woman who enters Xichang will only die.

    "Nine thousand years old, tonight is the Lantern Festival. I wish you blessings every year and good luck in everything!"

    The girl is still pleading.

    After a while, although Gu Chongshan still looked cold, he still blew out the lamp in his hand.

    The palace alley fell into darkness.

    The wind blew past my ears, and the fine snow and plum blossom petals were flying in the darkness, like thousands of butterflies blowing from the ground, passing over the girl's delicate and complicated skirt, and flitting away towards the cold green glazed tiles of Xichang.

    Nan Baoyi walked towards the two ebony doors of the West Factory.

    The handkerchief embroidered with the small characters "Jiaojiao" fell to the ground, lightly and silently.

    She stood in front of the gate.

    The fingertips stretched out tentatively.

    I didn¡¯t touch the door nail. All I felt was the cold and hard door panel.

    Nan Baoyi chuckled: "It seems that I can't give birth to a son. I can only give birth to a little girl."

    She opened the door.

    As far as the eye can see, there are white maze lights under the eaves.

    From the black pavilions in the distance, there were faint screams. It was the eunuchs of the West Factory who were torturing the prisoners.

    The eunuchs passing by, carrying all kinds of gloomy and dirty instruments of torture, respectfully greeted Gu Chongshan. When he looked at Nan Baoyi out of the corner of his eye, his face was strange and twisted, and even his smile was scary.

    The corpses were dragged one by one on carts towards the depths of the palace.

    The cold wind occasionally stirred up the white cloth, and the corpse was covered in bruises and it was too horrible to see.

    Some carts will drop inexplicable stumps, severed limbs, or even balls of bloody organs as they move along!

    The air is filled with the smell of blood.

    If this is the first time a girl comes back here, she will definitely vomit and scream.

    But Nan Baoyi always looked as usual.

    Xichang was her safe haven in her previous life, but it was also the place where another nightmare of hers was born.

    Now that she was revisiting her old place, she thought she would be filled with emotions, but there was no fear in her heart, only endless calmness.

    She may have finally become as perverted as the powerful minister and Jiu Qiansui.

    Gu Chongshan whispered: "Are you afraid?"

    Nan Baoyi replied warmly: "It feels like going home."

    A trace of surprise flashed across Gu Chongshan's eyes, followed by deep interest.

    Nan Baoyi followed Gu Chongshan to a dark pavilion and asked tentatively: "Nine thousand years old, have you ever heard of Mrs. Liuhua's name?"

    Gu Chongshan stopped.

    He turned around and looked at Nan Baoyi. At this moment, a figure staggered after him.

    ¡°I stared at her in Chengle Palace.A long time ago, if my aunt hadn't reminded her, I wouldn't have known she was in Xichang!  The dandy young master was drunk, with excitement all over his face, "You damn eunuch, my aunt says, I have the final say on what to do with this little slut!"  You get a room for me, I want to sleep with her!  "

    Nan Baoyi recognized him.

    The cousin of King Cheng and the grandson of Taifu Jiang, named Jiang Huan, often visited the palace and was an out-and-out dandy.

    In her previous life, she often bullied her with her brother and sister, King Cheng.

    Gu Chongshan said calmly: "Is there a place more exciting than the room? Mr. Jiang, would you like to go?"

    "More exciting? Okay, I just love excitement, hahaha!"

    The prison cage located in the courtyard is particularly large and gloomy.

    The iron fence is covered with various torture instruments, carrying the residual rust and bloody smell.

    Gu Chongshan put Jiang Huan and Nan Baoyi into a prison cage together.

    The surroundings were crowded with eunuchs watching, pointing excitedly at the cage, and some even placed bets with moon silver on whether to win or lose.

    Gu Chongshan was sitting in an armchair, holding the huqin in his arms and adjusting the strings carelessly.

    Jiang Huan was very excited, "Hahaha, this place is really exciting! Damn eunuch, are you going to use the huqin to entertain me? Play it more melodiously, I just love being watched in the open air!"

    As he spoke, he couldn¡¯t wait to take off his belt.

    Nan Baoyi always stood in the corner of the cage.

    She folded her hands on her chest and stood as straight as a pine tree.

    The red lips couldn't help but raise, with a hint of coolness.

    Nine thousand years old, he is still the nine thousand years old in his previous life.

    This cage has never been a place for men to have fun.

    This cage is one of the bad things about Xichang.

    Those perverted eunuchs put two sinners into a cage for a life-and-death battle. The one who survived would have a chance to leave the West Factory.

    Jiang Huannai is the direct grandson of the Jiang family and the nephew of Concubine Jiang.

    Gu Chongshan put him in a cage. It seemed that he was not so loyal to the Jiang family.

    Nan Baoyi casually took down a bow and arrow.

    The blood is boiling, and the fire of revenge is almost extinguished.

    She smiled: "Mr. Jiang, please."

    Snow sleet and plum blossom petals quietly crossed the palace wall.

    The fire in the cage is dim, and the mottled flower shadows are faintly reflected on the bluestone bricks.

    A girl wearing a thin pink gauze skirt appeared quietly outside the West Factory.

    Her hands were red and swollen from the cold, her brows and eyes were haggard, and the powder and eyebrow makeup on her face were of poor quality, showing tiny lines in the corners of her skin.

    ¡°Obviously, life in the palace was not as beautiful as she imagined.

    She leaned over and picked up the handkerchief from the corner.

    The word "Jiaojiao" is both familiar and unfamiliar.

    Nan Yan licked her slightly chapped lips.

    "Good sister, you have finally entered the palaceI have been waiting for you for a long, long time"

    She held the embroidered handkerchief tightly and looked up at the gate of the West Factory, her smile filled with madness.

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