Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 41 The boy imprisoned in the painting (6)

He saw the eldest princess covering her face with an embroidered handkerchief, using delicate embroidered shoes inlaid with pearls to lift the man's jaw dripping with blood, scolding the man for his ignorance.

He followed his master and knelt in the yard waiting for the orders from his superiors. As for the person at the feet of the eldest princess, he only secretly took a look and dared not look any more. No matter who that person was for his own head, he should not care about it.

Afterwards, he only heard the eldest princess say death.

The master prostrated himself on the ground, and he buried his head even lower.

The strong smell of blood irritated people's nerves and made people sick. From the beginning to the end, he didn't hear that person begging for mercy or any other voices.

I don't know how long it took, until both of his legs were numb, only then did he hear the eldest princess's sharp tone: "It's almost done, first clean the person, put on clean clothes and take them to the pavilion, let them The painter made the last painting for him, which can be regarded as a gift from this palace to him for the sake of this face."

He and the master continued to kneel there and waited until everything was arranged and the eldest princess had spoken, then they followed the servants in the mansion to the gazebo.

Looking up again, he saw that the messed-up boy had been washed and cleaned up, and he had put on a white brocade robe to cover up the scars all over his body, but the blood was still gushing out from his wrists and even his ankles, stained red. placket.

The young man was helped to the chair by two maids. After the maids let go, the man fell headfirst to the ground. He subconsciously wanted to help the maids to lift him up, but was held back by the master.

The blood flowed down his fingertips and fell to the ground, forming different lines drop by drop...

The boy who lost his strength moved his arms and failed to get up from the ground. It was the eldest princess who spoke again, so he was put back on the chair by several people and supported by several people so that his master could draw.

The eldest princess asked a servant girl to bring over ink, and the pungent smell made his scalp tingle. The maidservant's eyes were filled with deep fear and fear. He thought that the red color might be the boy's blood, and it was to be used to paint the whole painting. There are clusters of delicate and fiery flowers in the garden.

Sure enough, he was right, the red "ink" was emphasized by the eldest princess to draw flowers.

This painting was painted for two hours, and he stared at the boy for two hours, until the lights in the pavilion were brightly lit, and his master finally put down the last stroke.

And the boy was thrown on the ground like a rag, motionless.

he knows……

The boy is dead.

After the servant girl returned the words of the eldest princess, the eldest princess gave the order nonchalantly and threw him to the mass grave.

The guards dragged the young man past him, blood left a long mark, and immediately behind him, a maid was kneeling on the ground with a bucket and a rag, wiping those marks clean.

The master was left in the princess mansion that day. Before he left the mansion, he heard the discussion of the two maidservants behind the rockery, and heard the voice of Shen Shizi. He only felt that his whole body had fallen into the ice cellar. That was the prince of a neighboring country. Well, the emperor's own heir, who was worse than the humblest prisoner, died quietly in this backyard.

In the next few days, the news of Shen Shizi's sudden death from a serious illness spread throughout Dazhou, and then the master came back, but he couldn't speak anymore...

"It seems that Mr. Cheng is very familiar with the person in the painting." The girl's doubtful question brought him back to his thoughts, "It's strange to say that I have never seen this person before, but I only saw him once in a dream. , I made these two paintings in one go. Since Mr. Cheng knows the person in the painting, it will be easy. The boy in the dream asked me to ask a question..."

Mu Zhili ignored the horror that they were going to faint in the next moment, and said coldly, "He asked me to ask, why didn't you save me?"

Old Mr. Cheng's body began to tremble, he held Zhang Yang's arm with his backhand, and let out an ugly and piercing pale cry.

"Please get out immediately!" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. The master had already been hoarse because of this matter. If this matter was known to outsiders, then his and the master's lives would be lost!
Mu Zhili turned around and sat on the chair, stirred the handkerchief in his hand and said, "You have heard about what happened in the capital recently, but I heard that the people who died were all around the eldest princess."

"What do you think, whose turn will be next?"

No matter who they are, they have nothing to do with them. They just made a painting under the order of the eldest princess, and they don't know anything else!
There was a sudden sound of falling to the ground outside the door...

[Host, here we come. 】

Mu Zhili paused holding the handkerchief, "What should I do?"

[It's you who want to complete the task, you ask me what should I do?how could I know.It’s okay, don’t call me, I’m still a child, I can’t watch these too bloody scenes, if you die, I will give you a chance to start over. 】

"Ah."

The door was pushed open with a bang, and it hit the wall with a crashing sound, and the screen that blocked the line of sight fell to the ground.

Except for the sudden cold wind, Zhang Yang saw no one coming, his back straightened like a frightened bird, and he took a step back.

Mu Zhili stood up from the stool, went to the door and looked around, the two maidservants in the corridor collapsed to the ground, her heart tightened, and she squatted next to the two with her skirts, checking to see if they were still breathing Only then was he relieved.

She patted their cheeks, "Chang Le, Nian Chun!"

Suddenly there was a pair of shoes in the lowered line of sight, she moved her head sideways along the hem of the white clothes, and met those cold eyes, Mu Zhili let herself ignore that he was a ghost, and said hello with the corners of her mouth, "It is you."

The ghost is different, she has a maid to hold an umbrella, and she can't stop the water stains on the skirt corners of her shoes by holding the hem of her skirt, and look at how clean he is.

Without the screen, they were facing the door, Zhang Yang watched the woman talking to someone with her head turned sideways.

Except for the sound of rain, there was no other sound outside the yard, but the woman said again: "Are you also looking for Mr. Cheng?"

Zhang Yang's heart was raised in his throat, who was she talking to?

Soon his question was answered.

The woman stood up, "Can I trouble you to help me get the two maids in?"

Qingyue's male voice didn't say whether it was good or bad, but just said: "Why is the girl here?"

"Go to Mr. Cheng for some advice."

"So it is."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he is a human being.

But at the next moment, when he saw the man following behind the woman, the thread in his mind was completely broken.

He stared at that person's appearance for two hours without blinking, how could he admit his mistake, Zhang Yang's mind went blank for a moment, he opened his mouth to scream but couldn't make a sound, Mr. Cheng saw that person Even more simply, his eyes darkened and he fainted immediately.

(End of this chapter)