After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 35 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (35)

Otherwise, how do you get along in society?
Ancient people were much easier to deceive than modern people.

Cen Yao is rather tricky, but he also has loopholes, if he holds on to the loopholes, he can always slowly stuff things into his heart.

Bazahei vaguely understood why the supervisor chose Ding Bao to do this task.

She's smart enough, and she's sensible enough.

Bazahei began to wonder what she would do next.

But it knew that it was useless to ask, so it had to watch from the sidelines to prevent Ding Bao from doing operations that violated the regulations.

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Ding Bao still had a good night's sleep.

But under the temple not far away, there was someone who couldn't sleep all night.

The man's room was huge and bright, with dozens of luminous pearls and candles lit together, illuminating the entire bedroom brightly.

After tossing and turning for half an hour without falling asleep, Cen Yao simply got up and sat at the desk.

Apart from the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the simple and clean table, there is only one emerald jade hairpin that is incompatible with the long black table.

The woman's things are exquisite and small, and she dare not squeeze them too hard in her hands. There is a light pink gemstone inlaid on the top of the emerald hairpin.

Cen Yao looked at the jade hairpin in his hand, squeezed the body of the hairpin slightly with his fingertips, thick clouds rose in his black eyes.

Just when the hairpin was about to be unable to withstand the force, cracks appeared.

There was a crisp "click" sound in the room, and Cen Yao let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked down and saw a crack appear on the small and exquisite hairpin, surrounding the whole hairpin for a week.

At this time, if you touch it a little bit, it will definitely break.

Looking at the object in his palm, Cen Yao unconsciously remembered Ding Bao's face.

It's the same, fragile and useless, just a delicate flower in a greenhouse, except for Yuxi, she is useless to herself.

Since it's so useless, why does he still think of her every day?
Is it impossible to ask for it?

The man lowered his eyes, shadows shrouded his face, and a slight annoyance appeared on his porcelain-white jade face.

He is the lord of the world now, why should he bother with a mere Ding Bao?
If he just wanted her body, then why did he stop just now?

Thinking of this, Cen Yao inevitably thought of the painting that Ding Bao had painted that day.

Next to the well, on the yellow paper...

If he knew so much, how much did he not know?

There is a man hidden in a woman's heart, who is that man?
"boom!"

The heavy wood in front of him was slapped heavily.

Outside the door, Jin Yiwei quickly gathered and knocked on the door.

"grown ups?!"

Cen Yao looked towards the door sullenly, and said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, all back down."

It was quiet outside the door, and not long after, there was another knock on the door.

"My lord, news has been received outside the city that the second lady of the Ding family in Zhongdu City has entered the imperial city this morning."

Zhongdu City...

Cen Yao got up, strode over to open the door.

"Who else is with you?"

"Only the eldest lady of the Ding family and the second young lady are riding in the same carriage, and there is also a maid and a servant."

"Where are people now?"

"I stayed in the tea house at the foot of the imperial city. The general guarding the gate came to report that someone from the Ding family came to visit the pregnant Concubine Zhuang, and they will be notified to enter the palace tomorrow."

Cen Yao raised his eyes and looked at the towering city wall not far away, a dark color flashed in his eyes.

"Send people to follow. If they don't need to notify, just let their mother and daughter enter the palace and arrange a place to stay."

"Yes, my lord."

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It was just the beginning of winter, and the outside was already desolate, with the biting cold wind. Even though he was wearing a thick fox fur, Ding Bao's hands and feet were still icy cold.

(End of this chapter)