The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

It is said that someone at the scene pointed out that the deceased looked like a soldier under Zhou Shiming. Some people also said that there was no curfew on New Year's Eve, and there would inevitably be bandits begging for food near the moat from the mountains outside Beijing. It is suspected that he was killed by bandits. The specific situation will have to wait for the coroner to perform an autopsy. "

As she spoke, she casually picked up a small red fruit on the table. Her consciousness was still floating on the moat, so she didn't pay attention to what it was and took a bite...

"Nonsence!"

Shen Yin spit the fruit in her mouth into her palm without any image. When she looked closely, she found that it was hawthorn. She wrinkled her face and looked at Mu Luan suspiciously.

For a moment, she felt that the beautiful girl in front of her had suffered all kinds of hardships and abuse in this huge general's mansion.

How do you serve me like this? You use such sour things to disgust me!

I'm afraid this is not hawthorn, but hawthorn, it's very prickly.

She felt something explode in her mind, and her brain felt sour.

Mu Luan didn't notice when she moved the fruit on the table. When she found out, Shen Yin was already grimacing and gasping for air.

Just at this moment, Yin Xin came in with a freshly washed fruit plate. Mu Luan stood up quickly, picked a big red winter jujube from the plate, and handed it to Shen Yin, "Try this quickly to relieve the sourness!"

Shen Yin looked at Mu Luan suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, then took it and took a big bite.

"How is it?" Mu Luan asked with concern. During the moment of waiting, she saw the embodiment of sourness in the expression of a girl for the first time.

She couldn't help but glance at her beloved fruit plate. Was it really that sour?

Shen Yin chewed hard for a few times before saying with difficulty, "It's sweet, but it's a little soft on the teeth. Who is so stupid as to leave a plate of this damn thing here for you?"

Yinxin tightened her grip on the fruit plate and was frightened by Shen Yin's sudden high-pitched voice. She stepped back, pouting and looking at her young lady aggrievedly.

Mu Luan suppressed her smile, reached out and picked up a not-so-red hawthorn, and ate it with relish in front of Shen Yin, saying seriously: "This one is not sour, and it has a sweet taste. It's delicious."

Shen Yin: “…”

I have to sigh, this girl has really good teeth!

The spring rain nourishes all things, and the lively atmosphere of the year gradually fades away. After a brief reunion, many peddlers and hawkers rush to their respective directions.

Soon the Queen's birthday banquet arrived as scheduled.

Mu Luan dressed up for the trip, but in order to appear less eye-catching, she only asked Yin Xin to put on some light makeup.

Outside the mansion, Mu Luan followed Madam Mu into the carriage, but when she stepped on the stool, she couldn't help but glance at the guard beside her.

It’s Yunhe.

Ever since Jun Zhao jumped out of the window and left that day, he never came to the bedroom to look for Mu Luan again.

But every three days, the servants would deliver the medicine to her room on time.

Mu Luan thought about it for a long time, but finally did not take the initiative to find him.

She couldn't coax him into everything like she did in her previous life. She still had to maintain a certain sense of boundaries, otherwise she would fall into a helpless predicament again.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Luan held Yun He's arm and got into the carriage with a calm expression.

Escorted by the guards of the Mu Mansion, the two carriages moved slowly towards the palace, one in front and one behind.

At the entrance of a street not far behind him, Jun Zhao looked at the carriage going away. His eyes gradually became cold and chilling.

After a while, he suddenly sneered.

Anyway, she doesn't care about her life, so it's better to let her go. If she dies in the palace, it will cause a rift between the Mu family and that old thing. The bigger the rift, the more beneficial it will be to him, and it will save him a lot of trouble.

Yingchuan reported respectfully: "Master, Yishang has prepared his men and horses."

Jun Zhao sneered, turned around and walked back, saying casually: "Then wait, when the prey is in the cage, the palace will be lively."

While the snipe and the clam are fighting each other, he should appreciate the true strength of his royal brothers.

Imperial Palace, Cining Palace.

A gorgeous face is reflected in the bronze mirror on the dressing table. Time has left few traces on her body. Her lightly closed eyes reveal a sense of tranquility and gentleness.

The palace maid beside her carefully fixed a jade hairpin on her neatly combed bun.

Everything went on in an orderly manner, but when the last pearl hairpin was put on, the beautiful woman with her eyes closed frowned slightly and let out a soft hiss.

The palace maid was startled and retracted her hand in fear.

The exquisite pearl hairpin fell to the ground with a snap, and the milky white pearls inlaid on it fell off instantly, rolling to the feet of the sitting beauty.

The maid immediately knelt down, her eyes filled with fear and panic, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Queen, please spare me, I didn't mean it..."

The queen seemed to be resting with her eyes closed. When she heard the plea for mercy, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of overly calm eyes.

"Cao Mang." A flat voice without any emotion was heard, and the charming red lips opened slightly.

The eunuch in dark red robes understood what was going on immediately. With a sinister look on his face, he walked up to the maidservant, grabbed her bun, and carried her out the door upside down.

The rest of the servants lowered their heads, looking and hearing nothing, as if they had treated themselves as invisible people. Their level of skill was appalling.

The maid's scalp hurt so much that it felt like a layer of skin was peeling off. She cried out in fear, but just as she was about to shout, a piece of cotton cloth was stuffed into her mouth.

The queen seemed unaware of anything and leisurely adjusted the hairpins on her head in the mirror. Then she heard a dull sound of a body falling to the ground outside the door, and the sobbing stopped abruptly.

After a while, Cao Mang walked in from the door, slightly bent over, and stood by as respectfully as before.

The queen curled her lips in satisfaction at the mirror, then waved her hand and said, "Everyone go down."

Soon the palace maids took the order to leave, but Cao Mang stayed.

The queen stood up and walked towards the small couch. Cao Mang hurried forward and stretched out his arm for the queen to lean on.

"Any news?"

The queen glanced at the person beside her and put her hand on him.

Cao Mang knew very well that the Queen was asking about the sudden death of the Third Prince.

He bowed his head, waited for the queen to sit down, served her tea, and whispered, "Your Majesty's guess is correct."

The Queen stopped twisting the porcelain white tea lid, and her eyes were suddenly filled with anger.

Cao Mang continued in a shrill voice, "The death of the Third Prince is indeed strange. Although I don't know why His Highness tortured himself before his death, I still found something strange from the wound on the guard's neck.

The wound was smooth, clean, and the throat was cut with one cut. This method of killing is really rare."

"I don't care who he is. I want to see him alive or dead."

The queen threw the teacup towards Cao Mang, and her gorgeous makeup gradually became somewhat hideous.

Cao Mang did not dodge or evade. He glanced at his wet hem and said hesitantly, "The Emperor has ordered that this matter be kept secret and that no one else is allowed to continue investigating. If the Emperor knew about what Your Majesty did..."