The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

Red, buried in the pillow, pretending to be dumb.

Mu Surao made her addicted, and poked her forehead with her fingertips: "I'm asking you something."

"...It still hurts a little bit."

Mu Surao blew for her again, looked up again, and found that there was a fine layer of sweat oozing from her temples, shining brightly, making people's hearts beat.

"What about now, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." If the pain continues, it will be overwhelmed.

Just when Nanny Qiongyu pushed the door and entered, the hot water in the copper basin released mist, Mu Surao smiled, twisted a handkerchief from the basin, and moved the thin quilt on Xiangjiu's body to her waist.

"I'll wipe it for you, bear with it."

As she spoke, she picked up a corner of the veil and dipped it on the edge of the wound.

Xiangjiu let out a "huh".

Mu Surao withdrew his hands like an electric shock: "Pain? I'll let Imperial Physician Xuan come."

Xiang Jiu twisted his head in protest.

"Then be good."

Aunt Qiongyu had a stinking face, unable to bear the flirting and cursing from the two of them, she put down the copper basin and retreated.

Mu Surao didn't care about her at all, she just focused on Xiangjiu, her coaxing tone became gentler every time.

Xiangjiu asked: "My lord, why are you so nice to my slaves?" A gentle strategy, trying to trick me into betraying my comrades-in-arms?

Mu Surao's voice was soft and soft, like a mist like a cloud, but her tone was loose and calm: "I like you."

Xiangjiu choked: "Really like it?"

Mu Surao patted her buttocks, and raised her voice: "Otherwise, the whole palace counts you as the youngest, never have I ever scolded you."

She said sourly: "On the contrary, it's you who always bully me."

"But why do you like slaves?"

Mu Surao didn't think about this question, never thought about it, and didn't want to think about it.Since they first met in Beiyuan five years ago, Xiangjiu has grown in her heart, taking root and sprouting, growing vigorously and out of control.

"You need a reason to like someone."

Now that Xiang Jiu was asked, she liked Su Su for no reason.

After muttering something, Xiang Jiu changed the topic: "But the slave lied to you, the slave is not an eunuch..."

"It's better not to be a eunuch," Mu Surao begged for a kiss on her cheek, "You can be my emperor."

Xiangjiu: "!!!!!!"

"The imperial lord has broken the servant."

"Don't break the evil, don't break the evil."

"I am ashamed to be a slave."

"Dare to be brave."

Xiangjiu: I want to go back to Beiyuan!

Occupying the dragon couch for several days, Xiangjiu's spirit recovered more than half.

Nan Ye came to discuss with him, and said that someone from the Punishment Department had come to invite her, and wanted to talk about her assassination in detail, so as to investigate clearly.

Xiangjiu sneered, check it out?If she really said that the imperial concubine did it, would they dare to investigate?

Don't even look it up, I'm afraid I won't believe a word of her.

Therefore, she didn't intend to tell the truth, so she went to the Department of Punishment and made up a set of lies. Just do nothing and keep going."

Although the compilation was full of loopholes, it still flattered the emperor's master and succeeded in avoiding the death of the god crow.

Finally, the Punishment Department was able to complete the task, and when it was presented to Mu Surao, Mu Surao obviously turned a blind eye and ordered them to find the person who framed Xiangjiu as soon as possible.

The Department of Punishment saw that she wanted to settle the matter as soon as possible, so he lost all scruples and decisively listed Ruan Ruge as the number one suspect.

After all, her and Xiang Jiu's feud is well known in the world.

Breaking into Xianfu Palace, without saying a word, set up people and leave.

Ruan·Guzu·Ruge was in a daze, asking three times: Who am I?where am I?What happened to me?

What is even more hateful is the imperial concubine, in order to cover up her evil deeds, she rushed to the Xianfu Palace and complained to Ruan Ruge at all costs.

In this way, by blocking Yoyo's mouth, the matter will be settled.

And Mu Surao in this room is still fighting Xiangjiu to death.

Xiangjiu closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, Mu Surao put down the tent, lay on her side, and tickled her with the ends of her hair hooked.

"Tell me the truth, who hurt you?"

Who would put the second city lord of Jujiu City to death, could it be Zhaoyaolou...

Mu Surao's eyes sank, that's right, if Jujiucheng can send people into the palace to become eunuchs, so can Zhaoyaolou.

Xiang Jiu turned her back: "The slave didn't see her face clearly."

Mu Surao kicked her, and said unhappily: "We all sleep on the same bed, and you are still arguing with me."

Xiangjiu: I said your mother did it, do you believe it~~

kill order

After regaining her innocence, Xiangjiu's treatment in the Hall of Mental Cultivation has risen to a new level. The main reason is that she has half of the dragon bed, and the Hall of Mental Cultivation treats her as half of the master.

Do your best and be meticulous.

One by one, seeing Xiang Jiu was more enthusiastic than seeing Mu Surao, and this enthusiasm spread to Fu Mo'er. She was chopping firewood and was rushed to help her, and she was also rushed to help when she lit the fire.

Back and forth, she was "emptied" alive.

Fu Mo'er expressed anxiety, the so-called receiving rewards for nothing, she was doing nothing all day long, and also received a generous monthly silver, which is really not kind.

Xiangjiu comforted her: "I'm not afraid of anything, bro."

Fu Mo'er said: "At any rate, you have made a contribution by serving the emperor with your color."

The object of contribution is still the emperor's son. To relieve the desire of the emperor's son, round up, is equal to contributing to the country.

Xiangjiu: "..."

So that night, Xiangjiu decided to move back to the eunuch's house, and Mu Surao took a bath behind the screen, surrounded by mist and fragrance, as if fascinated, but also bewitched.

Xiang Jiu sat cross-legged on the couch, holding the little jiojio with her small hands, and asked, "My lord, are you right?"

"No way!" Mu Surao turned around in the bathtub, the hot water splashing.

"The servant is sleeping with you, and gossip will spread outside." Xiangjiu's voice was like a gnat, resentful or sad.

"Whoever dares to spread gossip, I will destroy his three clans."

"Gossip, three people become tigers."

"I am a real dragon, how many tigers are afraid of him?"

Mu Surao came out from behind the screen, wearing a light and transparent plain long skirt with fluttering skirts and a graceful figure.

She got into the tent and sat face to face with Xiang Jiu, seeing his brows furrowed, she couldn't help but smile.

Turning her eyes left and right, she raised her still wet jade feet and stepped on Xiangjiu's heart.

"cold."

Xiang Jiu hurriedly rubbed her feet, then took the quilt and covered her.This kind of tenderness made Mu Surao miss Bei Yuan inexplicably. At that time, Rong Luo also treated her like this, warming her hands and feet, buying her beautiful bells and clothes, and even setting up a fire to roast her. A chubby sheep.

After eating and drinking, they lay down on the grassland and looked at the bright night sky, the bright moon and the stars.

"Little thing." Mu Surao withdrew her thoughts from the past, and hooked her hands towards Xiang Jiu.

Xiang Jiu obediently probed a little, Mu Surao took advantage of the situation to wrap her neck around her, hugging her, fearing that the hug would be too tight, and then loosened.

She coquettishly said: "I don't care what others say, who you are, or why you appear by my side, I just want you to stay with me well, and when things are over, we will be like ordinary people, Jane Live simply."

"..." Xiang Jiu licked his lips, "Princess..."

"Promise me." Mu Surao buried her head on her shoulder.

Xiangjiu laughed at her like a playboy, patted her vest, and said, "Okay."

Mu Surao separated from her, her eyes were as clear as amber, and her eyelashes trembled slightly: "Did you lie to me?"

"No lie, no lie."

Mu Surao felt relieved, pouted and wanted to kiss her, Xiang Jiu immediately gave her one, he was familiar with the road, clean and tidy.

At night, it was warm and beautiful, and the two embraced and slept together.

Mu Surao was soundly asleep, with a sweet smile still on the corner of her mouth.

Xiangjiu, however... was heartbroken.

It would be a lie to say that she was indifferent to Mu Surao's show of love.But she already has an old love in her heart, and she looks nine points like Mu Surao.

She foolishly couldn't tell whether she accepted this love, whether it was Mu Surao's love or Su Su's.

Thinking and thinking, thinking and thinking, until the sun was bright, she finally figured out why - she loved Su Su, and she fell in love with Mu Su Rao purely because of that Su Su-like face.

So she decided to run away.

When Mu Surao went to the morning court, she ran out of the palace wheezing, and went to Fengyue Xiaolou to find Mai Leren, wanting to discuss this matter with her.

The small building has not yet opened, and the four doors are closed, which looks out of place in the bustling market.

Xiang Jiuqu finger knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time, then knocked again, still no one answered.

Can Maitreya bear it?No, if he leaves for something, he will send her a message to the palace.

Xiangjiu is sure that something is wrong.

Follow the wall, go around to the small door in the backyard, look around and see that there is nothing unusual, but suddenly smell a smell of blood.

The smell is very light. It comes and goes with the autumn morning wind, making the tip of the nose feel cold.

Xiang Jiu was nailed to the spot, her heart beating faster.

There are assassins!

She quickly pondered, whose blood smell is it?Maitreya endured it?Or the assassin who attacked Maitreya Shinobi?Who sent the assassin?Is it Zhao Yaolou or other forces in the rivers and lakes?

Leave it alone!

Go in and see what's going on.

She swam the wall with a gecko move, then leaped into the air, light as a gliding bird, and landed on the roof without a sound.

Finding a foothold, I lowered my body as much as possible, with my limbs sticking to the roof tiles, only showing a little nod, and looked into the yard.

Wherever you look, the seat is tilted, and occasionally you can see a few pools of shocking blood, which is messy, obviously after a big fight.

Xiang Jiu made a decisive attack, jumped to an old willow tree in the corner, slid into the yard with the tree trunk in his arms, and quickly sprinted into the lobby with his waist down.

Suddenly there was a voice upstairs, because of the distance, it was just an intermittent hum, piercing the eardrums and making people feel uncomfortable.

She stepped on the ladder and climbed up tiptoe.

Seeing Maitreya Ren lying on the ground covered in blood, two people hold their necks with knives.One of them threw a letter in his face.

Threatened: "This makes you have to pick it up, and you have to pick it up if you don't pick it up."

make?what order?

Xiang Jiu squinted his eyes, trying to see the envelope clearly.Only Jujiucheng can issue orders to Maitreya, and these two people must be from Jujiucheng.

It's just that both of them turned their backs to her, so they couldn't see clearly.

She was looking at the assassin, but Mitreya Ren was looking at her, giving her a wink with blood-smeared eyes, signaling her not to act rashly.

Xiangjiu didn't care, he took out the vertical and horizontal beads on his waist, and stored energy with his fingertips.

call out--

The vertical and horizontal beads burst out of the air, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, splitting the air, full of murderous aura.

The two were obviously startled, and immediately turned around to block with their knives. The moment the knives collided with the vertical and horizontal beads, there was a loud bang.

The two were thrown against the wall by a huge impact, the air was filled with smog, and the pungent smell stimulated the throat, forcing people to burst into coughing.

Xiangjiu's movements were strange, several dodged towards them, picked up their long knives, and stabbed them in the chest.

Without a trace of hesitation.

After two muffled groans, the two died, and Fengyue Xiaolou returned to calm.

Xiangjiu helped Mi Leren up, half-supported and half-carried into his bedroom, threw him on the bed, and rummaged through the boxes and chests to find bottles and jars of medicine for him.

His hands were covered with blood.

I don't know whether it was in a hurry or a panic, but beads of sweat slid down the cheeks and into the neckline, soaking the clothes.

Maitreya bit the veil desperately, resisted not crying out in pain, after several times, his limbs and bones seemed to lose strength, his breathing was heavy, his lips turned white, it was more worrying than a serious illness.

Xiang Jiu asked: "Who are they?"

"...We... the people of Jujiu City." Mai Leren closed his eyes.

Xiangjiu was taken aback, she actually killed her own people.

Maitreya held back her clothes and said, "Second City Lord, go back to the palace quickly, don't come out, it's not safe outside."

Xiangjiu asked: "Where did you say that?"

"Order. The city lord, your sister, issued a hunting order."

"Who are you chasing down?"

"You!" Maitreya Shinobu's facial features were distorted by convulsions.

Xiang Jiu jumped away, his eyes were bloodshot: "How could it be..."

"Time is running out, you go back quickly, go back quickly, Fengyue Xiaolou can no longer hide, more people will come soon."

"What about you, if you didn't accept the order, they won't keep you alive."

Maitreya endured a smile that was uglier than crying, climbed down on the couch trembling, opened the window, and pushed her out of the window, "Don't worry, I'm not easy to die, I shouldn't stay here for a long time, you go first, I'll find you I will send you news when I have a safe place to live."

"But--"

"Stop it!" Maitreya finally got anxious, coughed twice, covered his throbbing chest, "Let's go now!"

Xiangjiu gritted her teeth, stubbornly not letting the tears fall, and raised her eyes to stare into Mitreya Shinobi's eyes, as if she wanted to look into his heart.

In the end, I didn't say anything, just said take care.

another person

Xiangjiu's mind is in a mess, too many things have happened recently, she wants to figure it out, but the clues are intermittent, and there are too many things missing in the middle, and it can't be connected into a complete line.

She walked quickly, panting heavily, her eyes flickering in all directions, as if she was worried that someone would rush out and cut her neck the next moment.

The majestic palace gate was in front of her eyes, and she entered the gate at a loss, feeling her tense nerves.

There are high red walls on the left and right, and the corridor is deep and long, as if it will never end.

She has never been so helpless. The Forbidden City is not her home, but her home has abandoned her to her death.

why?

Xiangjiu thought about it but couldn't figure it out.She was not liked by her father since she was a child, and her father only loved Ajie, but Ajie loved her.

Take care of her, protect her.

For her, Ajie is like a father and a mother, with the courage and fortitude of a man, but also the softness and warmth of a woman.

During the time she left Beiyuan, she missed her all the time.

And she was going to kill her.

Xiangjiu's muddy eyes gradually became clear. Her elder sister would not treat her like this. She must have encountered a difficult situation and had to meet a last resort.

He had no choice but to use a kill order to delay time.

Thinking of this, she suddenly clenched her fists, her expression turning white and green, because she suddenly thought of a person - Broken Que.

Duanque is the daughter of Duanying, and Duanying is the brother of his father. After his father passed away, he has been dissatisfied with his elder sister occupying the position of city lord and always interfering.

A dead look with a lot of shit.

The so-called son of a mouse can make holes, and he got his true biography. He was arrogant and domineering all day long. Once, in the name of learning martial arts, he actually put a knife on her elder sister's neck.

Xiangjiu hated her, and squatted in the corner all day, drawing circles and cursing her to live a long life and die alone.

Xu Shi's sincerity moved the heavens and the earth, Duanque is now standing alone at thirty, his temper is getting more and more irritable, and his behavior is becoming more and more perverse.

It's quite a bit of a broken jar.

Right now, she has transformed into an imperial concubine.

Fuck you banana stick hammer.

Xiangjiu had a flash of inspiration, as if he had touched a rock at the bottom of the river.

She reckoned that Broken Que's sneaking into the Forbidden City was the same as her goal - to find the secret decree.

As for the reason... It is very likely that Duanying wants to win over Prince Long so that he can more powerfully plan for the position of city lord.

In addition, there is an additional task, by the way, click her off.

After sorting out these relationships, the flustered little heart stopped being so flustered. The only thing she was worried about was her sister's safety.

From time to time, servants passed by on both sides of the road. Seeing her expression fluctuating from joy to sorrow, they all looked at her with strange eyes.

She raised her head coldly, and said angrily, "What are you looking at! Look at the ugly old man pinching your eyeballs down."

She rolled up her sleeves, held her head high and held her chest high, displaying a majestic pretense.

Those slaves knew that they couldn't offend the great eunuch who climbed the dragon bed, and nodded and bowed one after another, acting like a cowardly dog.

Xiang Jiu was already in a bad mood, so she sneered at their backs and turned to another road.

This road is near the Cining Garden. Due to the long-term disrepair of the Cining Garden, it has been unpopular and there are few people.

Xiangjiu was going to Shoukang Palace to settle accounts with Duanque, and in desperation, he took this shortcut.

The autumn is cool and windy.

The wind carried the dead leaves, spun a circle on the stone road, and scattered at Xiangjiu's feet.

Xiang Jiu was angry and kicked them away.

The dead leaves rubbed against the ground violently, and with a cracking sound, they all shattered.

Another gust of cool wind blew, this time blowing into Xiang Jiu's neck.

She instinctively shrunk her shoulders and rubbed her arms against each other, waiting for her body temperature to warm up.

Behind him, a sharp sword pierced through the cool air with a speed as fast as lightning.

Xiang Jiu twirled and jumped non-stop, barely dodged, and the blade of the sword passed by her ear.

It was only a slight distance away, and it was about to be cut.

"Old hag, you are truly wicked!"

Duan Que spat at her and scolded: "Little bastard, my mother has long since disliked you."

"Coincidentally, I don't like you. If you look at your face, you can see that you are the one who has no children."

Broken Que's facial muscles twitched, becoming hideous and terrifying: "I don't think you have a baby."

As soon as the voice hit the ground, he thrust out another sword, two swords, three swords...every time, Xiang Jiu dodged without any danger.

But in the fourth sword, he hit a sword flower, and the ulterior motives cut off Xiang Jiu's belt, and the vertical and horizontal beads hidden inside flew out and flew into the air.

Seeing that he was about to hit the ground, Duan Que grabbed all of them out of thin air.

Xiang Jiu stomped his feet angrily, and shouted, "I don't believe you dare to throw it."

Could it be that the sky is blue and the sun is lawless.

Broken Que proudly stepped forward, twisting her waist: "I'm not afraid, I'm the imperial concubine. I'd like to see what kind of waves you can make without the vertical and horizontal beads."

Xiangjiu was aggrieved, thinking that there was no place to run now, the vertical and horizontal beads were exquisite and small, as long as the person holding the beads had strong enough wrists, they could throw them as far as they wanted, and there was no way for escapers to avoid them.

"Hey," Xiang Jiu changed his face, revealing a flattering smile, "Sister Que."

"Sister, sister!"

Broken Que was impatient and made a gesture to throw her.

Xiang Jiu backed up again and again, shouting no, no, no, no.

"Sister Que, you can't take your temper with my sister on me, I'm so wronged."

She moved behind an auspicious tank, squatted down, and grabbed the edge of the tank, revealing two eyes as bright as stars and moons.

"My sister doesn't like you. It's because she has blind eyes. I'll persuade her when I get back. Really, I'll persuade her day and night. I'll make sure she comes to apologize to you."

"But the premise is that you have to save my life. Firstly, someone will help you make love, and secondly—"

Zheng!

A sword was nailed to the auspicious cylinder, and the hilt trembled slightly due to the vibration.

The cylinder body cracked, at first there was one, as thick as a silk thread, undetectable, then two, three, four...there were more and more cracks, and they were cracking faster and faster.

In the end, it was like a black spider web entrenched on the tank.

click.The cylinder is cracked.

The water in the tank is full, like a flood breaking through the embankment, pouring and rushing in all directions.

Xiangjiu was drenched all over, his little face was pale, and he only scolded this man who had no clue, and poked at someone's sad matter.

Another glance at Broken Que's face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

It's over, it's over, I'm afraid it's because of love and hate.

Xiang Jiu looked around, as if looking for a way to escape.

Duan Que had already held the sword back in his hand, and his teeth were gnashing loudly.

If it was before, Xiang Jiu would still have a glimmer of life, but now that the weapon is gone, the opponent is still blackened.

There was no way she could escape, she staggered up and pressed her back against the wet wall.

"If you have the ability, let's fight with bare hands."

Broken Que sneered: "You think I'm stupid."

As Duan Que said, he put the sword on Xiang Jiu's neck, just like how he put the knife on her elder sister Rong Qing's neck back then.

The sword body reflected cold light.

Xiangjiu's throat slipped, feeling quite frightened.

Broken Que raised her chin with the tip of his sword: "Little brat, wasn't it just amazing to show off your might?"

Xiang Jiu grinned: "You misunderstood..."

While talking, there was obvious pain in the jaw, and a rush of heat flowed down: "Sister, sister, good sister, if you have something to say, say it well."

"What are you talking about?" Duan Que raised his eyebrows, "You've been smart since you were young, and you have to be calm and gentle. You have already guessed the purpose of my trip. I can let you live?"

She took a breath: "However, if you tell me all the clues about the secret decree, maybe I can show mercy and spare your life."

Hearing what he said, it's like a poor man borrowing money from others and repaying it.

Xiangjiu seemed to see through her, her pupils twinkled, and said mockingly: "You don't have any clues, do you?"

The corner of Broken Que's mouth twitched again, damn it, she shouldn't be talking nonsense with this bastard.

She was a little out of breath, she withdrew her sword, and stabbed Xiang Jiu again in the next moment, reaching her throat.

Xiang Jiu closed her eyes subconsciously, a small stone flew from nowhere, and hit the back of Duan Que's hand firmly and firmly.

The blade of the sword was crooked, and a small cut was made on the side of Xiang Jiu's neck.

Shocked and terrified, Xiang Jiu clutched his neck and looked in the direction where the pebbles were flying.

"Concubine Duan!?"

Xiangjiu froze, not knowing how to react for a moment, her thumb pinched the other four fingers one by one, trying to stabilize her anxiety and irritability due to shock.

Concubine Duan stood there, dressed in fine clothes, with her hands folded in front of her waist, she nodded and said, "Second City Lord."

Xiangjiu: "!!!!!!"

Duan Que held his burning and painful hand and cursed: "You're crazy!"

Concubine Duan completely ignored her, with a calm face, she called Xiang Jiu: "Second City Lord, quickly hide behind me."

fall off

The crisis reversed too quickly, like a tornado.

Xiangjiu scratched her head, paused for a moment, then scratched her head again, rationally telling her not to trust anyone easily.

Seeing her hesitation, Concubine Duan said sharply, "Hurry up."

Shocked by her aura, Xiang Jiu shook his fist and hid behind her: "Concubine Duan, you—"

Concubine Duan's gaze was cold, and she interrupted: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Duan Que blurted out, raised his Zonghengzhu: "See if you have the ability to go back!"

Concubine Duan's complexion changed slightly, she gritted her teeth, and withdrew the offensive.

The murderous aura on all sides ceased, and the cold autumn wind dissipated.

But Xiangjiu's neck was still very cold, his whole body was very cold, his wet clothes were still dripping, patter, patter, dripping wet the place where he was standing.

She was still the same as before, with half of her head sticking out, her big black eyes timidly looking at Duan Que.

Concubine Duan turned from offense to defense, persuading: "This is the Forbidden City after all. It's not a place where you and I can act freely. If someone comes later, they will not be able to explain it clearly."

"Who dares to come? Just kill him!" Duan Que grinned.

Concubine Duan shook her head: "I have come, so I must take the second city lord away unscathed."

"You can't take it away!"

"I can."

Duan Que's expression suddenly revealed a trace of madness, and with a raised arm, several vertical and horizontal beads shot through the air like arrows, and the sun shone on their silvery white bodies, like sporadic stars flickering.

Concubine Duan frowned.

Xiangjiu turned around and got out from behind her.

At some point, she had taken off her outer shirt and was holding it like a flag in her hand. The moment she touched the vertical and horizontal beads, it suddenly turned into sharp claws, wrapping it tightly.

Xiangjiu landed on the ground, right behind Duantai Concubine.

She hugged the clothes in her arms and patted them like coaxing a child: "Xiao Zhuzhu, you are finally back."

Then he raised his eyes and provoked Broken Que: "Old hag, let me see what other tricks you can do."

Broken Que clenched his lower lip, biting so hard that blood oozes out.

"Little bastard!!" She used her hand as a knife, and slashed her palm horizontally in front of her, as if to vent her anger.

Concubine Duan saw her coming, and hurriedly raised her feet to meet her.

Duan Que stopped and sighed three times: "Xiao Yunli, you are really a good dog of the Rong family."

"Miao Zan, it's better than a vicious dog that bites its owner."

Concubine Duan took Xiangjiu back to Shou'an Palace, ordered the palace staff to find a piece of eunuch clothes, and asked her to take a bath in the bathroom.

When she came out, Concubine Duan was standing on the porch, she took off the cloak hanging at the crook of her arm, unfolded it, shook it, and wrapped it around Xiangjiu's shoulders.

Xiangjiu didn't look like a slave, but accepted it generously.

"My name is Xiao Yunli." Concubine Duan said suddenly.

"In the 20th year of Xiaowu, Duan Huashang, the daughter of Duan Changqing, the second-rank alternate servant, was selected for the selection of the first emperor's harem. Unfortunately, she fell ill during the selection and died suddenly. She and I are three times as tall. If she was similar, he replaced her and entered the palace."

Xiang Jiu nodded half understanding.

Duantai concubine said again: "The imperial master was nine years old that year, and you were only four years old. Remember, when you were young, Duan Que and I took you to fly a kite on the hillside of Beiyuan."

Her eyes were soft, and she looked at the distant sky, as if she was looking at the past: "Do the math, it was already 15 years ago."

Xiangjiu seemed to have feelings, and sighed: "Time flies so fast."

After finishing speaking, she tilted her head and stared at Concubine Duan's trembling eyelashes: "She also entered the palace in Xiaowu's 20th year."

"She" refers to Broken Sparrow.

Concubine Duan showed a bitter smile: "No, she entered the palace in the first year of Zhaowen. On the night when the emperor ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, she and her maid sneaked into the Shoukang Palace at night and killed the imperial concubine and Luoying. aunt."

killed!

Xiangjiu's eyes widened, and she couldn't say a word for a long time, that was Mu Surao's mother, she would kill her if she said so.

The tip of her nose was inexplicably sore, her eye sockets were also hot, and the sour taste filled her heart, making her almost out of breath.

The prince knows how sad he must be.

"What's wrong?" Duan Taipin patted her head.

Xiang Jiu was stunned: "The Disguise of the Broken Family can't tell who they are at all."

Concubine Duan withdrew her hand and said nothing.

It took Xiang Jiu a long time to ask again: "Why did you enter the palace?"

"intelligence."

Jujiu City has the most complex and complete intelligence agency in the world, Rong Qing is naughty, and has even collected the affairs of wealthy businessmen and princes and nobles.

Who does it seven times a night, who fights three times with one, who is sluggish... There are many unexpected miracles.

Xiao Yunli is an intelligence officer squatting in the Ouchi.

"It's enough to have you alone, why would there be another broken bird?"

"The Duan family has always had disagreements. When the old city lord passed away in Zhao Wenyuan, Duan Ying became more and more unscrupulous."

As soon as he mentioned his father, Xiang Jiu's chest heaved a little, and he let out a sigh of relief: "So you insert your own power in all directions?"

Concubine Duan nodded slightly, took her wrist, led her into the room, and closed the door.

"This time you are looking for a secret decree, Duanying wants to be one step ahead and win over Prince Long. Once the power of the court is around, both your life and your elder sister's life will be in danger."

Xiang Jiu's eyes flickered.

Concubine Duan continued: "You seldom enter the customs, and you seldom get involved in the Jianghu. Your elder sister entrusted this matter to you because she wanted you to stay away from Beiyuan and the place of right and wrong."

"She issued the killing order because of pressure from the ten elders."

Xiangjiu showed doubts on his face: "What's the matter with Elder Ten and the others?"

Concubine Duan became more and more anxious: "Five years ago, you rescued a woman named Su Su in the Wumi River?"

Xiangjiu held her breath: "...what does it have to do with her."

"Don't you think she is too similar to the prince?" She only finished speaking halfway, but Xiang Jiu seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

The sourness in my heart was replaced by a strange emotion, screaming, singing, and about to break through my body.

"It's just...they look alike."

She is still quibbling.

Concubine Duan retorted her, her tone was slow, but it seemed like a thunderbolt on the ground: "Su Su is the emperor's master, and the emperor's master is Su Su."

Shouting and singing and roaring escaped, and they contracted violently deep, and the eardrums were sucked tight, as if they were about to be torn apart.

Xiangjiu covered her ears, her steps staggered a little.

Concubine Duan leaned over to hug her, and patted her vest over and over again: "I don't know where Duanying learned about this, and I went to the ten elders to sue you, saying that you are collaborating with foreign enemies and plotting evil."

"He colluded with Prince Long, and he still has the face to call for a thief!" Xiang Jiu took off his hand, his face flushed.

"It's different," said Concubine Duan, "You hide Su Su by your side, in your tent, as close as a lover..."

Feeling guilty, Xiang Jiu turned his face away to avoid her sight.

"Why are you hiding? It's because Su Su's whereabouts are unknown. You are afraid that the tenth elder will harm her."

"me……"

Xiangjiu wanted to argue, struggled several times, gave up, and lowered his face weakly, like a weeping willow dying.

Concubine Duan said what she had to say, she separated from Xiang Jiu, and fell silent for a long, long time, speechless.

Just watching Xiang Jiu's little jiojio kick the corner of the table for a while.

She smiled and said lightly, "You are still a child."

Add a sentence at the end: "No wonder your elder sister asked me to protect you for life. It is true that she issued a hunting order, but you must not suspect her."

Xiang Jiu muttered: "I understand, sister always loves me, she has her own plans."

Mu Surao found that Xiang Jiu looked at her strangely, with three points of anger, three points of resentment and three points... murderous look.

She erected the memorial to block all the sights in front of her eyes, as well as Xiang Jiu's murderous aura.

He took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and raised his hand to Nanye beside him.

Nan Ye approached her, lowered her voice and said, "Imperial Master?"

Mu Surao tugged at his ear: "Who made Xiangxiang unhappy?"

Nanye resisted the pain in her ears, and looked towards the window, where Xiang Jiu was sticking her head out of the window, discussing with the servants of the manufacturing office about changing the window screens: "It's good, isn't it?"

"She stared at me just now, several times."

"Are you sure?"

Mu Surao nodded heavily, a sense of certainty and affirmation.

Monk Nanye Zhanger couldn't figure it out, he clicked his tongue and said, "Wait a minute, this servant will go and inquire now."

Xiangjiu turned around and found that she and Mu Suluo were the only ones left in the Nuan Pavilion, and when Nanye disappeared.

Coincidentally, she also had something to ask Mu Surao.

Without any hesitation, she walked around the desk like a gust of wind, raised her hand, hooked Mu Surao's chin, and forced her to lean towards her.

The action is simple and rough.

Mu Surao: "!!!!"

"My lord, I have something to ask you."

Is this the attitude you should have when asking questions?

Mu Surao curled up her fingertips: "...you ask."

"You have a red mole on your left chest."

Mu Surao's red lips parted slightly, the tip of her pink tongue moved, suddenly she was taken aback, her cheeks gradually revealed a crimson color.

Her charming face is like a plump peach with clear dewdrops.

She bit her lip, and punched Xiangjiu shyly: "...You are bad, peeking at others taking a bath~"

Xiangjiu: "..."

Red mole

Xiang Jiu despised Mu Su Rao's childish mind, clenched his teeth and said, "I'm telling you the truth."

Mu Surao's expression paused for a moment, her jet-black eyes slid left and right, looking at the back of Xiang Jiu's snow-white hand, and then slid up her wrist bone all the way to her face.

When the eyes collided, it seemed to say, your posture is not serious at all.

Xiangjiu got annoyed and kept on doing nothing, wrapping her whole palm around her chin.

Soft to the touch and warm

Mu Surao's face turned redder.

When looking at Xiangjiu, his eyes sparkled, as if he was fascinated by a certain quality of her.

She thought about it for a while, and guessed that Xiang Jiu had been acting like a slave for too long, and suddenly she was domineering, which made her feel hot physically and mentally, and then softened again.

Can't help it.

"You don't know if I have a red mole." Mu Surao said angrily.

Xiangjiu confirmed again and again: "Left chest?"

Mu Suluo smiled slyly, with her head raised halfway, she broke away from Xiangjiu's clutches: "It seems to be the right chest..."

Xiangjiu let out an impatient "tsk".

But Mu Surao seemed to be arguing with her, and was obsessed with adding fuel to the flames, wrapping her arms around Xiangjiu's neck: "How about you help me take a look."

Another fucking hooligan.

Just watch it, it's not like you haven't seen it.

Xiangjiu pressed Mu Surao on the ebony seat, grabbed her neckline with her fingertips, and pulled her left and right, revealing a piece of white and shiny skin.

"ah!"

Mu Surao screamed out, a feeling of joy that she was about to be "served to sleep" climbed up her brows, but her mouth was reserved: "Don't... be here."

He kicked his feet, which counted as resistance.

Xiang Jiu scolded: "Don't move around."

As he spoke, he pulled the clothes a few inches to the sides.

Nan Ye came back after inquiring about the news, ran into the Nuan Pavilion huffing and puffing, and saw Xiang Jiu put the wood · Nine Five Supreme · Su Rao on the dragon chair, like this, like that, like that.

From time to time, Mu Surao wanted to refuse or welcome.

Nanye: I shouldn't be here, seeing how sweet you are.

He was on the spot of petrification, relying on the superb professionalism accumulated over the years, he could barely catch his breath, raised his feet to retreat, but his legs didn't obey, and he actually stepped forward.

Woo, old cold legs kill people.

he is impatient, he panics