Chapter 399: Good sister, you finally entered the palace

Tonight, on the Spring Festival, the imperial city is falling snow.
Gu Chongshan carried the lantern.
The palace lanes are long, with a thin layer of snow on the bluestone bricks.
The lights and shadows of the lanterns were dim, the vermillion walls of the palace lanes were yellow tiles, and the branches of a few plum trees slanted across the palace walls, revealing mottled flower shadows on the girl's peony red palace dress.
got windy.
Fine snow fell on her eyebrows and cloud updo.
Huan Pei Ling Ding has a very light and gentle tone, just like her.
Gradually to the end of the palace lane.
The two dark doors were closed tightly, and the doors were neatly lined with brass door nails. The door knocker on the head of the beast was very hideous. A plaque hung under the eaves, and the word "Xichang" was written in strong handwriting.
Nan Baoyi stopped and turned to Gu Chongshan earnestly, "Can I turn off the lamp at the nine-thousand-year-old?"
"Why?"
"I want to touch the nail."
"Momen nails" is the custom of the Yuan Festival in South Vietnam.
Only by going through all kinds of diseases and touching the nails can we pray for good fortune in the new year.
It is also said to ask for a child. It is said that the homonym of "nail" is "Ding".
Gu Chongshan was expressionless, "I took you back to Xichang to make you better than death, not to touch the nails."
Nan Baoyi Danfeng's eyes are gleaming, and her palms are folded in a pleading gesture, "Nine thousand years old, it will only take a while to touch the nails. If you don't delay you, I will die. I think I will marry my second brother next year. I think Give birth to a son in one fell swoop, so my position in Prince Jing's Mansion can be higher, isn't it?"
Gu Chongshan was speechless.
This little girl felt that she could escape alive after entering the West Factory?
In addition to death, the women who enter the West Factory are only left with death.
"Nine thousand years old, tonight on the New Year's Day, I wish you luck every year, and everything is auspicious!"
The girl was still pleading.
After a long while, Gu Chongshan still blew out the lamp in his hand even though his face was still cold.
Palace Lane plunged into darkness.
The wind blew by the ears, and the fine snow and plum petals fluttered in the darkness, like thousands of butterflies blowing from the ground, passing by the girl's delicate and complicated skirts, and stalking to the cold green glazed tiles of Xichang.
Nan Baoyi walked towards the two ebony gates of Xichang.
The handkerchief embroidered with the small "Jiaojiao" lettering fell to the ground, light and silent.
She stood in front of the gate.
Fingertips tentatively stretched out.
The nail did not touch the door, only the hard door panel.
Nan Baoyi chuckled, "It seems that the son will not be able to give birth, and probably only a little girl."
She opened the door.
As far as I can see, there are white maze lights under the eaves.
In the black pavilions in the distance, screams were heard faintly. It was the Xichang who was torturing the prisoner.
The passing embraced all kinds of dirty torture instruments and respectfully greeted Gu Chongshan. When Yu Guang looked towards Nan Baoyi, his face was strange and distorted, and even his smile was terrifying.
A corpse, dragged by a cart, went to the depths of the palace.
The cold wind occasionally lifted the white cloth, and the corpse was blue and purple.
Some pallets will drop inexplicable stumps and broken arms as they walk, and even masses of organs!
The air was full of blood.
If the girl who came back here for the first time, she would vomit and scream.
But Nan Baoyi always looked as usual.
The West Factory was a haven for her past life, but it was also the place where another nightmare was born.
Now that she revisited her old place, she thought she would have a lot of emotions, but there was no fear in her heart, only endless calmness.
She was finally as perverted as the minister of authority and nine thousand years old.
Gu Chongshan whispered, "Are you afraid?"
Nan Baoyi replied warmly: "It's like going home."
A trace of surprise passed through Gu Chongshan's eyes, and a lot of interest followed.
Nan Baoyi followed Gu Chongshan to a dark pavilion and tentatively said: "Nine thousand years old, have you ever heard of Mrs. Liuhua's name?"
Gu Chongshan stopped.
He turned to look at Nan Baoyi, and just at this moment, a figure swayed after him.
"I have been staring at her in Chengle Hall for a long time. If it weren't for my aunt's reminder, I didn't know that she was in the West Factory!" The drunk boy boy was drunk and his face was full of excitement. How to deal with the hoof is up to me! You get Lao Tzu out of the room, I want to sleep with her!"
Nan Baoyi recognized him.
The cousin of Cheng Wang's brother and sister, Jiang Taifu's grandson, named Jiang Huan, often goes in and out of the palace, and is an out-and-out disciple.
In her previous life, she often bullied her with Cheng Wang brother and sister.
Gu Chongshan said indifferently: "There is something more exciting than the room, do you want to go?"
"More exciting? Okay, I love stimulation, hahaha!"
The cage located in the compound is extraordinarily wide and eerie.
The iron fence was covered with various instruments of torture, with residual rust and blood.
Gu Chongshan put Jiang Huan and Nan Baoyi in a cage together.
The surrounding eunuchs were crowded with onlookers, excitedly pointing at the cage, and even people betting on a win or loss with moon silver.
Gu Chongshan sat on the armchair, embraced the Huqin, and adjusted the strings carelessly.
Jiang Huan was very excited, "Hahaha, this place is really exciting! Dead castration, are you going to use Huqin to cheer for your son? If you play well, this son loves the tune of being watched in the open air!"
As he spoke, he couldn't wait to untie his belt.
Nan Baoyi always stood in the corner of the cage.
She folded her hands on her chest, standing like a pine and nan.
Zhu's lips couldn't help but lift up, with some coolness.
Nine thousand years old, still the nine thousand years old in the previous life.
This cage is never a place for men to have fun.
This cage is one of the evil tastes of Xichang.
Those perverted eunuchs imprisoned the two sinners in a battle of life and death, and the one who was alive had the opportunity to leave the West Factory.
Jiang Huan is the grandson of the Jiang family and the nephew of Concubine Jiang.
Gu Chongshan put him in a cage, it seems that he is not so loyal to the Jiang family.
Nan Baoyi took down a bow and arrow.
The blood was boiling, and the fire of revenge was almost extinguished.
She smiled: "Young Master Jiang, please."
Xuelu and plum petals quietly crossed the palace wall.
The cage fire is dim, and the mottled flower shadows are indistinct on the bluestone bricks.
A girl wearing a thin veil of clouds and smoke appeared outside the West Factory quietly.
Her hands were red and swollen, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were haggard. The powder and eyebrows on her face were of inferior quality, and small lines appeared in the corners of the skin.
Obviously, life in the court was not as good as she had 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 palace... I have been waiting for you for a long, long time..."
She held the embroidered handkerchief tightly and looked up at the gate of the Xichang factory, her smile filled with madness.
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see you tomorrow