The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

The joy in Rao's heart, otherwise it is incomplete flirting.

Mu Surao recovered and continued the previous topic: "Why did you suddenly ask about Concubine Mu?"

Xiangjiu became more serious, and moved towards her with a stool, cleared her throat, and said in a low voice, "I'm your wife."

This sentence is more effective than a hundred sweet words, Mu Surao put down the spoon, subconsciously pinched Xiang Jiu's earlobe, and twisted it with her fingertips.

Asked: "And then?"

"You have to pay attention to the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."

Mu Surao couldn't stop laughing, her eyes were curved like two small crescents.

"You really think so."

"Of course, tell me quickly."

Mu Surao tapped her temples, seemed a bit embarrassed, tilted her head and asked, "Where do we start?"

Xiang Jiu pointed out the direction for her: "How is your relationship with her?"

Mu Surao lowered her eyelids, and said in a light and light tone: "She is kind to me. If it weren't for her ten years ago, the person sitting on the dragon chair would not be me." It was Prince Long. The world will not be so persistent, it is nothing more than unwillingness.

"Do you... have a deep relationship with her?"

Xiangjiu thought of the portrait of Jingguanzhai, which was Mu Surao's biological mother. The birth mother of a king of a country was not allowed to enter the hall of worship, and could not enjoy the offerings of future generations. After all, it would be a thorn in Mu Surao's heart.

"I only recognize the mutual kindness that my mother and concubine fought to the death ten years ago, and the others... don't recognize them at all."

Xiangjiu was very surprised by her frankness, she just showed the resentment and anger she had buried in her heart for many years so nakedly.

Perhaps because of the connection of hearts, Xiangjiu felt empathy for a moment, and without caring much, she gave Aunt Qiongyu a wink.

Nanny Qiongyu waited by their side, her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were shaken three times by Mu Surao's words, she squatted for a blessing, and led a group of maids to escape from the wrong place.

There is no one else in the hall.

Xiangjiu pretended to be relaxed, and hooked Mu Surao's chin: "Let me tell my daughter-in-law."

Mu Surao was sitting, she was standing, they were very close to each other.

With no outsiders around, Mu Surao was about to act coquettishly again, so she hugged Xiangjiu's waist in this posture, and put her head on her belly: "I was born with a low status as a mother, and she gave birth to me, but she was not qualified to raise me. The Xiongnu invaded the country, my father thought of my grandfather's hard work in fighting, and left me to my mother."

"The imperial concubine is not happy. She has no children, so she is looking forward to my birth, so she begged my father to take me away."

"When my mother gave birth to me, it was a loss of health... Afterwards, she was depressed all day long. No amount of medicine stones would help. Within two years, she passed away."

Mu Surao's voice became hoarse: "I was only two years old at that time."

Plans have changed

At this time, Mu Surao is not like an emperor, she is a poor little girl who has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, nestling weakly in Xiangjiu's arms.

Xiangjiu wants to take care of her all his life.

Rubbing her shoulders, rubbing her arms, as if this could give her infinite warmth and strength.

Mu Surao raised her head and pursed her lips.

Xiangjiu leaned over to give her a kiss.

Mu Surao's face was attached to her belly again, and she closed her eyes contentedly, like a little lazy cat bathed in the spring sunshine.

The two stayed quietly like this, hugging quietly, neither of them spoke anymore, and the birdsong outside the window was especially clear for a while.

The moment of silence gave Xiangjiu some other thoughts. She thought that Mu Surao's love for the imperial concubine would not be so deep as that of a mother and daughter. After learning the truth, she would be much calmer.

Of course, there is no reason why Mu Surao should not be sad.

Mu Surao has been a little absent-minded recently, and the efficiency of approving memorials has been greatly reduced. Nan Ye carefully observed her words and expressions, and found that her clear eyes were no longer clear, and dimmed a bit, as if she had something on her mind.

"The imperial master has something on his mind?" Not all eunuchs can become chief executives, Nan · slave Ye's excellence lies in his meticulous attention to detail, and he vowed to become the imperial master's caring old padded jacket.

Obviously, the prince himself didn't appreciate it: "You don't understand even if you tell me."

Nanye: Woohoo, this deep affection was paid by mistake after all.

Mu Surao ignored his bitter face, angrily pushed away the memorial, buried her head on the table, and continued her distress——Hong Ling.

Xiangjiu's sister-in-law is her sister-in-law, and she is thinking about whether to pay a visit.

All as a courtesy.

But it seems that the timing is not right, people are busy with business - pretending to be a court lady with great interest.

As soon as she appeared, she was saying: You are not happy in my house, don't be cautious, just treat it as your own home.

May I ask Hong Ling whether she is embarrassed or not.

Duo Duo thought she was going to warn and demonstrate.

Alas, Mu Surao felt helpless like never before.

This is the loss of parents who died early.

If only they could help her with the difficult problem of visiting her parents.

correct!Mu Surao raised her face with a swish, and she hadn't asked the little bastard what her sister-in-law's purpose was for entering the palace.

Xiangjiu found an excuse and ran to Xinzheku, it was not a short distance from the Hall of Mental Cultivation to there.

Standing at the gate of Xinzheku, she has mixed feelings in her heart. After all, this is the place where she once struggled, where she spent her youth and sweat.

But now, this place belongs to Maitreya Ren, she walks inside with ease, there are old acquaintances and new faces in the yard, the former colleagues are more enthusiastic when they see her than their own parents.

Competing to run to express the feelings of missing.

He almost hugged her golden thigh and shouted "Daddy, I miss you to death".

Xiangjiu was surrounded by a human wall with three layers inside and three layers outside, and it was so tight that she could hardly breathe.

She brought gifts, all of which Mu Surao rewarded her with, although they were small, they were all delicate and precious.

After getting a good thing, the enthusiastic former colleagues finally let her go, there was a crack in the human wall, Xiang Jiu took the opportunity to squeeze out, and asked an eunuch to ask.

"There may be a new eunuch in the near future."

This person had a good relationship with her earlier, and he hugged her shoulders very proudly: "That's too much."

"The kind that talks about literature all day long."

"Hey, you should have said it earlier," the eunuch pointed to the backyard, "he does the laundry in the back, what do you want him to do? I knew him before."

Xiang Jiu said casually: "I had some friendship earlier, but now, I've come here, and I'll take a look at him as well."

After a pause, he said again: "Do you still like what I gave you?"

In the eunuch's hand was a small clock the size of a palm, inlaid with gold and silver, it was newly made by the clock maker last month, Mu Surao saw that she liked it and gave it to her.

"Of course I like it, the prince rewarded you?"

As soon as Xiangjiu asked this question, she couldn't help but want to show her affection. In the eyes of others, she was nothing more than a "male favorite" with a dishonorable name. Mu Surao could abandon her like a shoe at any time.

Therefore, it is a skill to show off.

"Yeah." Xiang Jiu said

"The prince really loves you."

Xiang Jiu lowered her face slightly, and said shyly: "There are many places where she loves me~" For example, on the dragon couch.

The eunuch quickly turned his back and slapped himself twice: "Why don't I have a sweet prince! Why!"

Maitreya Ren really likes Xin Zheku's work as a coolie. Isn't life like this, with ups and downs.

Yesterday he was a spy who was hunted down by the whole world, but today, he is the lowest slave in the Forbidden City.

This bitter and exciting experience can enrich its autobiography, and once it is released on the market, it will definitely be popular.

He has already thought up the slogan on the book cover: "The direction against the wind is more suitable for flying. I am not afraid of thousands of people blocking me, but I am afraid of surrendering myself."

Seeing his strange and strange expression, Hong Ling understood, and retreated coldly to the side.

She didn't show any expression on her face, but she was troubled in her heart. When she thought of Rong Qing being locked up in the dungeon without enough food and sleep, her heart felt like a knife.

Suddenly hearing a commotion outside, her nerves were full of vigilance, and Maitreya's wild thoughts stopped abruptly. She exchanged a glance with Hong Ling, walked out of the backyard together, and saw a stunning eunuch in white clothes, showing off among the crowd. "Get along with the prince's son every day."

Hong Ling: "..."

Maitreya Ren: "..."

Xiang Jiu glanced over the crowd and caught a glimpse of two heads protruding from the corner of the wall.

Ah, my sister-in-law is here too.

She didn't want to stay any longer, she talked to the big guy perfunctorily, and ran over quickly.

"Sister-in-law is here."

Hong Ling loves her like her elder sister, with a gentle expression, squeezing the crooked hat for her: "I'll discuss it with Mi Le Ren."

She looked at Maitreya Ren, with disgust in her eyes: "I wanted to find you, but the Hall of Mental Cultivation is as solid as gold, so I couldn't slip in."

After listening to it, Maitreya felt a little emotional.

Xiangjiu laughed from ear to ear, she always took pleasure in bullying Maitreya.

"Why don't I come here now? What does my sister-in-law want to discuss with me?"

"The plan has changed, and we will act tonight."

Xiang Jiu's smiling face sank.

Confrontation

Xiangjiu hasn't figured out how to tell Mu Surao about the broken bird, and has already started to act tonight.

She lay melancholy on the dragon couch, sideways, with her hands under her head, staring at the moon in the sky.

There are hidden emotions in the eyes.

Mu Surao hugged the hot lady Tang, half leaning against the head of the bed, revisiting "Spring Palace Secret Play Picture"

Recently, she and Xiangjiu have shared experience with each other, and she has gained new experience in bed.

It was deep winter, her feet were a little cold, she subconsciously kicked towards Xiangjiu's legs, feeling Xiangjiu's body temperature through the thin fabric.

He snorted contentedly, and praised Xiangjiu as a big meat stove.

The focus is still on the "textbook" in his hand, and he reads it page by page, his eyes are trembling unknowingly, his breathing loses its proper rhythm, and no matter how strong his concentration is, he loses to his mind.

What's more, my sweetheart is sleeping beside me.

Mu Surao surrendered, closed the "textbook", threw it aside, turned into a warm body, and stuck to Xiang Jiu's body: "Are you in a daze?"

She smiled narrowly, her palms were hot because of Mrs. Tang, she touched Xiangjiu's face, and pinched Xiangjiu's ears.

This is a sign of courtship.

Xiang Jiu grabbed her naughty hand and pecked her twice.

The smile on Mu Surao's lips spread, she straightened up, put down the tent, and separated a secret space that belonged only to her and Xiang Jiu.

The light became dim, in a trance.

……

Skin. Blind date is physical work, comparable to Xin Zheku.

Xiangjiu will have to cooperate with Hong Ling for a while, so she needs to conserve her energy, so she will make an agreement with Mu Surao in advance, only once.

Mu Surao was so enthusiastic that she asked for three times.

At first no one would give in to anyone, but Mu Surao became impatient, and used a set of small powder fists that were so proficient that they couldn't be more proficient, and finally each took a step back.

twice!

After two times, Mu Surao turned her back and closed her eyes in dissatisfaction, venting her temper to the end.

A generation of emperors were so busy with state affairs that they only hoped that the person next to their pillow would relieve the pressure, but in the end they had to bargain with her, which was not considerate at all.

Xiang Jiurao felt ashamed.

In the past, it was not three, four, five or six times.

She rubbed Mu Surao's shoulders, her voice hoarse: "I'm a little tired today."

Mu Surao gave her a sad look: "You just went to the Xinzhe library, can you be tired of my criticism?"

Those who knew it thought you went to Xinzheku’s old place to revisit, but those who didn’t know thought you went to Xinzheku to help with work.

Xiangjiu: "..."

"Don't touch me from now on!"

"Look at you, always talking angry."

"I keep my word."

Xiang Jiu couldn't resist her, and followed her: "Yes, yes, yes, no touch."

Followed by a bite.

Mu Surao bit her nose, as if getting angry, and would not let go.

"It's only been a while, and you despise me!"

Xiangjiu: I shouldn't have such a mouth.

Xiang Jiu shed tears, pushed Mu Su Rao away, covered her nose and howled like a wounded little animal.

Mu Surao didn't feel bad at all, she turned her back and lay down again, pulled the quilt over her head, and fell asleep.

Xiangjiu held back her grievance and anger, and shook her fist at her back.

No sound was made, just pure venting.

The person under the blanket suddenly moved.

Xiang Jiu immediately withdrew her teeth and claws, and lay down obediently.

Her round eyes rolled left and right, her ears pricked up, and she listened carefully to the breathing of the people around her, gradually calming down.

Seemingly not at ease, he stiffened his neck, raised his head halfway, moved closer to Mu Surao, and tentatively pulled down the quilt.

It was always hot under the quilt, and Mu Surao's face turned red, like a ripe peach, alluring.

Xiang Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, tucked up the quilt for her, and quietly rolled over and got down on the bed.

It was not the first time for Xiangjiu to do bad things in the Forbidden City. According to the prior agreement, she went to the Garden of Compassion alone.

Hong Ling and Mi Le Ren had already been waiting there, seeing her coming, Mi Le Ren got out of the pavilion and complained that she was late.

Xiangjiu: You don't know anything about the emperor's passion.

Hong Ling didn't care about it, interrupted Maitreya Ren's words, and the three of them went up to the roof with ease, touched the glazed tiles with their toes, and ran from one palace to another...

The servants of Shoukang Palace have all rested.

Two white gauze lanterns hang under the lintel.The courtyard was quiet.Only Aunt Luoying, who was sitting in the watch, rested by the pillar in the open room.

Duan Que leaned over the book table, copying the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Fundamental Vow Sutra" as usual

This scripture is used by her to save the dead. She has copied it for many years, and more and more people are going to save the dead.

Her hands are covered with blood, and she always feels uneasy in the dead of night

The scriptures made her feel better.

Suddenly, the flame of a candle at hand was flickering, affecting the shadow on the ground.

She froze her wrist and stopped writing, a drop of ink from the tip of the pen dripped onto the paper, blurring out a small black dot.

Broken Que frowned, feeling irritable for no reason.

This is not a good sign!

She knocked down the pen heavily, and the ink splashed on her tiger's mouth, which was cold to the touch.

Aunt Luoying didn't sleep deeply, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look over: "Toffee, what's wrong with you?"

Hush

Duan Que put his index finger up against his lips, his pupils shrunk, and the light swirled in the bottom of his eyes.

Aunt Luoying's scalp felt numb all of a sudden, she stood upright with the support of the pillar, looked around, took out the tinder from her waist, and lit all the candles in the hall.

nobody!No one around every corner!

Aunt Luoying looked at Duan Que, panicked.

Duan Que clenched his fists and gave her a look - she was on the roof.

The air condenses in a breath.

Neither the master nor the servant in the house dared to act rashly, nor did the three on the roof.

Time seemed to stop abruptly.

They are all playing the role of the best hunters in the world, hiding, dormant, chasing, and culling. They are closely related and closely related. If they are not careful, they will be reversed and become prey in a cage.

Duan Que accumulated his internal energy in his fingertips, and the candles that had just been lit were flicked out one by one, and the room fell into endless darkness.

The eyes were "blind" for a short time, and Duan Que re-examined everything in the house through the thin moonlight.

There are many unknowns hidden in the darkness, Duan Que raised his voice, and spoke first: "Tang Hongling, it's you!"

There was a weird laugh rolling in her throat, and there was a hint of complacency in her words: "For Rong Qing?"

Hongya didn't answer.

She continued: "Don't worry, she won't die for a while."

These words hit Xiang Jiu's heart like a heavy punch, she leaned over the roof, raised her breath, and made a gesture to make a move, Hong Ling quickly grabbed her arm.

Xiangjiu made a move, but didn't move away.

Mi Le Ren understands the temper of the second city lord. He is young and inexperienced in the world, so he is prone to make extraordinary actions in extraordinary times.

He squeezed Xiangjiu's shoulders to give her strength.

Turning his face around, he was surprised that Hong Ling had disappeared.

people!

He widened his eyes and made several gestures to Xiang Jiu.

Xiang Jiu said: "I've entered the house."

Maitreya Ren's eyes widened even wider, with horror: "Why don't you stop her!"

Don't look at his boss's wife who is cold and cold all day long, but she is actually very stubborn. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have fallen out with the Tang family in order to marry into Jujiu City, and even took off her surname.

Became the representative figure of the crazy love that everyone in the rivers and lakes extolled.

Xiang Jiu clapped his palms together, and then spread his hands: I can't stop it.

Immediately, he leaped into the air, landed firmly into the courtyard, and stepped into the house.

Maitreya followed closely behind.

The three of them stood side by side, facing Duanque and Aunt Luoying.

"Long time no see." Duan Que greeted.

Hong Ling said bluntly: "If possible, I hope to see you forever, so as not to dirty my eyes."

Duan Que sneered and said: "You have to talk to me, or you will make me anxious, and Rong Qing will suffer."

Xiangjiu wanted to scold her for having a child without a fart.

Hong Ling suddenly changed her tone of teasing, and replied disdainfully: "Are you willing?"

"Tang Hongling, you—" Duan Que's facial features twisted into a ball, and he took a step forward.

"So what if you don't want to? She will never be yours!"

"She is mine in my hands!"

Hong Ling sped up her speech: "Even so, her heart is only thinking of me!"

"You never had her love!"

"You don't know her, let alone her, because she never loved you!"

Xiang Jiu and Maitreya Shinobu: What kind of rivalry scene is this! ! !

Stimulate the law!

Duan Que saw through Hong Ling's intentions, she wanted to turn a deaf ear to it, but couldn't help thinking about the past.

Young her, young Rong Qing.

They stood on the grassland in the early morning, each drinking a bowl of fresh mare's milk. They were competing, and Rong Qing won, but she held her belly and made fun of the milk beard on Xiao Qing's mouth.

Rong Qing raised his sleeve and wiped it off, then laughed at her: "You have it too."

She couldn't laugh anymore, stomped her feet, and said angrily: "No."

"Obviously there is." Rong Qing said softly.

"No! No!" She roared, scolding Rong Qing the worst.

At that time, how wonderful it was, there were only her and Rong Qing.

She thought it would be like this forever...

Rival meet

Everything is Hong Ling's fault!

Broken Que's jealousy was burning, and his eyes were reddened in an instant. Aunt Luoying was beside her and called her in a low voice, "Miss".

She hadn't been back to Jujiu City for ten years, and this "Miss" made her feel like a lifetime away, counting it, she and Rong Qing hadn't seen each other for ten years.

She played another person in the Forbidden City day after day, waiting obsessively, waiting for Rong Qing to dislike Hong Ling, waiting for Rong Qing to miss her kindness.

But Rongqing didn't come, not even once.

She closed her eyes, only to open them again.His eyes became clear again, as if he had never lost his composure just now, but the hands hidden in the sleeves couldn't stop trembling.

Clenching her teeth, she said, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't pestered her back then, she wouldn't have been seduced by you, you shameless woman."

Xiangjiu and Maitreya Shinobu: Have you started to be rude! ! !

Hong Ling already had the upper hand, how could she easily let go of such a good opportunity, instead of being angry, she smiled: "If she really has you in her heart, how could she fall in love with me, but you are just being passionate!"

"I was childhood sweetheart with her since I was a child!" Duan Que became angry again, "What are you!"

Hong Ling has two hatreds in her life, she hates Rong Qing and Duan Que for her acquaintance when she was young, and she hates Rong Qing for falling in love with Duan Que when she was young.

With a few words, Duan Que pierced her heart very firmly.

Hong Ling fell silent suddenly, her face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see the emotion on her face.

As the saying goes, "if you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence", Xiangjiu had a bad premonition, she tugged on Hong Ling's cuff, reminding her that we can't stand against us.

Sure enough, the broken sparrow moved.

She was laughing, just like before, a weird laugh rolled out of her throat, her voice became louder and louder, almost presumptuous, and the laughter sent chills down everyone's spine.

She is a winner.She was showing off her victory to the underdog.

"Angry?" She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, held her aching stomach, and asked disdainfully.

With one hand on her hips and the other hanging by her side, Hong Ling tilted her head to look at her: "Don't deceive people too much."

"I bullied you? You broke into the Shoukang Palace at night, and you came so fiercely. How did it become me who bullied you?"

Before she finished speaking, Hong Ling took the lead. She rolled up her long sleeves in the air, and several small knives flew out suddenly, reflecting the silvery white of the moonlight.

Broken Que had already been on guard, pushed Aunt Luoying away, and stepped aside again, but before he could gain a foothold, several small knives flew towards her, extremely fierce, and forced her to face the door.

It was simply to kill her.

She managed to dodge and scolded, "Tang Hongling, you are a lunatic."

Xiang Jiu Lima grabbed Hong Ling: "Sister-in-law, it was agreed in advance that her life will not be taken, and sister is still waiting to exchange her."

Hong Ling's eyes were like ice knives towards Xiang Jiu, and she threw her away: "Get out of the way!"

After saying that, there was wind in his step, he forced Duan Que in front of him, and the two fought.

Xiang Jiu fought against Duan Que in the prison of the Punishment Department. This woman is ruthless and used to playing dirty tricks. She was going to help immediately, but Mi Le resisted her.

Persuading: "The proprietress is using publicity for personal gain. She is spreading fire. If you go to the second city lord, you will burn yourself. The proprietress may even beat you together."

Xiangjiu remembered that she had indeed been beaten by Hong Ling. At that time, Hong Ling had just come to Jujiu City to teach her how to use hidden weapons. Not only did she not help her after knowing it, but she also praised Hong Ling for her good fight.

At that time, Xiangjiu was thinking, thanks to his mother's early death, otherwise Rong Qing would appoint a daughter-in-law and forget his mother.

I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I can't afford it.

Maitreya was afraid of hurting her self-confidence, so she turned around and said, "It's okay, we have other things to do."

Xiangjiu: "?"

Maitreya forbearance raised his hand and pointed: "Then there is one more person."

Aunt Luoying huddled in the corner: "!!!!"

Aunt Luoying was not the real Aunt Luoying, she was Duanque's personal maid, and like Duanque, she was not very old.

The people in Jujiu City all eat according to their ability, Duanying is the brother of the old city lord, and is used to the trick of disguise.

She is clever and smart, and she learned from Duanying with a group of servants. She learned the fastest and best, so Duanying assigned her to Duanque, but unfortunately her martial arts are mediocre.

A beating must have been difficult, not to mention being stared at by Xiang Jiu and Mi Le Ren at the same time, he couldn't help retreating.

"Miss..." She retreated along the wall to the other side, squatted down with her knees hugged, and shrank into a small ball

Xiangjiu suspected that he was bullying the weak, and the vertical and horizontal beads pinched at his fingertips could not be swung out for a long time.

The ancients said, one vigorous effort, then decline, three exhaustion.

After she gestured to you a few times, the internal force deposited in the dantian dissipated uncontrollably.

Although Maitreya Ren was her follower, when he came to the capital, Rong Qing gave him a new task - to act as the second city lord's mentor in the rivers and lakes, and to give guiding opinions when necessary.

For example, right now, Xiang Jiu needs his guidance very much.

He looked back at the proprietress who was still fighting furiously, guessing that there would be no winner for a while, so he turned into a caring servant and squeezed the tense muscles of Xiang Jiu's shoulders and neck: "Relax, relax."

Xiangjiu was helpless: "I can't do it, she..." It's very pitiful.

Maitreya nodded reluctantly: "I understand, I understand."

Then he said: "But the second city lord, have you ever thought about it, this is probably her disguise."

Xiangjiu was stunned: "No...it will be."

"People in the rivers and lakes are all licking blood with swords and swords, and they have a lot of intentions to survive."

Suddenly, there was a loud "Peng" sound behind him.

Xiangjiu and Maitreya were so frightened that their hearts skipped a beat, they looked intently, and saw that Hong Ling was being kicked onto the bookcase by Duan Que and hit hard.

"Do you want to help?" Xiang Jiu asked.

Maitreya Ren analyzed the situation and thought that the proprietress was still in the upper hand: "Let's see again."

Just as they were discussing, Luoying raised her eyes from the crook of her arms, her eyes were full of evil spirits, and she jumped up abruptly...

Maitreya forbearance guarded against her hand, looked at all directions, listened to all directions, turned around and hit Luoying's chest with a palm.

Luo Ying fell back to the corner and vomited a mouthful of blood.

What Xiangjiu couldn't get used to the most was blood, frowned tightly, and moved behind Maitreya Shinobu.

Maitreya endured the educational philosophy of unity of knowledge and action, and took her back and stood up: "Second City Lord, no matter who it is in the future, you have to be careful."

Xiangjiu was impatient and opened his mouth to perfunctory him, but Mitreya did not intend to let her go, and told her on the spot how he was deceived when he first entered the world.

From being cheated of money to being cheated of sex.

Xiangjiu: "..."

Luo Ying: "..."

The red silk on the other end was still fighting with blood, she was injured, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth, which probably hurt her internal organs.

Duan Que was not much better, and rolled into a ball with Hong Ling on the ground, and when Hong Ling grabbed her neck, she could hardly breathe, her face was flushed red, and veins bulged on her forehead.

She struggled to grab Hong Ling's neckline...

Xiang Jiu and Maitreya Shinobu: The picture is too violent, I don't dare to watch it.

"Miss!" Luoying yelled anxiously, staggering to run over, not caring about her own safety.

Xiangjiu and Maitreya blocked her way, one cut her hands behind the back, and the other found a rope to tie her up.

"Miss!"

Luoying desperately tried to break free, but Xiangjiu couldn't hold back the burst of energy.

Really touching master-servant love.

After a long time, Duan Que lost her strength, and she felt that the life in her body was being pulled away bit by bit.

She couldn't hold on to Hong Ling's clothes anymore, her hands dropped down and hit the cold ground.

No matter how irrational Hong Ling was, she didn't want her life, so she let her go suddenly.

Duan Que woke up suddenly as if in a dream, and took a strong breath. The air in the deep winter was very cold, and it made her ache from the cold in her abdominal cavity.

She began to cough violently and kept coughing.

Hong Ling was extremely tired, and she sat slumped beside her, her legs slightly bent, her upper body slightly leaned back, and her hands were propped behind her.

Xiang Jiu went to help her.

Hong Ling's body softened, she fell into her arms, and quietly pillowed on her shoulder, whispering: "It would be great if you were Ah Qing." She would hug me and coax me with nice words.

Xiangjiu seldom sees her fragility. One must know that Ajie loves Hongling very much, and she would not bear her to suffer even a little bit of hard work.

Xiangjiu wrapped her arms around her distressedly: "Sister is waiting for you."

Where is Prince Long?

It is clearly stipulated in the Forbidden City that people are not allowed to gather to fight. They said "you will die or I will live", which awakened all the servants, and they all jumped to the front yard, gathered at the door, and softly called "Aunt Luoying, The imperial concubine is still fine."

It's good to be uneasy!

Broken Que rolled his eyes, his chest was puffing and puffing like a bellows, bulging violently.

Xiang Jiu helped Hong Ling to rest on the wooden kang, and asked, "Sister-in-law, what should I do now?"

Hong Ling patted her face: "It's almost dawn, you go back first, leave this place to me and Mai Le Ren."

Xiangjiu looked at her exhausted face, feeling a little worried.

Maitreya reluctantly urged her: "The proprietress is right, you don't care about the second city owner, go back first."

Special circumstances can't be delayed, Xiang Jiu glanced at Duan Que, hesitated to speak, nodded, opened the window and jumped out, and left to the backyard through the hallway door.

As soon as she stepped onto the long street, she saw a woman in a cloak hurrying towards her. Her head was slightly lowered, and her features were hidden in the hood, making it difficult to see clearly.

Until he whispered "Second City Lord".

Xiangjiu was stunned, it turned out to be Concubine Duan.

"Why are you here?"

Concubine Duan hurriedly said: "Miss Hongling asked me to meet here."

She looked around, her tone a little nervous: "Is everything done?"

"...It's done."

Concubine Duan seemed impatient to wait, lifted the corner of her skirt, crossed Xiangjiu, stood under the hallway door, turned around and said: "The second city lord is going back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, be careful."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiang Jiu to respond, she still hurriedly stepped into the boundary of Shoukang Palace.

A black cloak wrapped her around her, disappearing into the night.

Xiangjiu's little heart felt belatedly, beating violently a few times.She didn't dare to stay here any longer, so she covered her heart and walked along the long street to look for Mu Suluo.

At that time, the sky was dawning, and there was a white mist between the sky and the earth, and everything became unreal. Xiangjiu's fingertips were freezing cold. She held her hands together and breathed out into her palms.

Mu Surao has already got up, sitting in front of the bronze mirror and asking where Xiang Jiu has gone?

Sister Qiongyu was doing hair for her, and when she heard the name "Xiang Jiu", she became angry, she burst into foul words inside, smiled on the surface, and said, "Perhaps she was wandering in the courtyard, the servant asked Jing Xi to find it."

Mu Surao is strange, since Xiangjiu moved to Yangxin Palace, she seldom sleeps until the sun rises. She has a decadent style, how did she change her personality today?

Could it be possible to get angry with her about what happened last night?

Isn't she just acting petty, as for it, hum!

Mu Surao was thinking wildly, put the armor on her little finger, pretended to be careless and said: "No need."

At this time, the door hinge creaked, and Xiang Jiu stepped in carelessly, yawning long while walking.

Mu Surao and Nanny Qiongyu looked back at her together, the former's eyes were full of resentment, the latter's eyes were full of contempt

Xiang Jiu met their eyes and shrugged indifferently.

When passing by Mu Surao, he smacked and kissed her ear.

Mu Surao thought that Xiang Jiu was giving in to her, and as a partner, she should show something, so she asked: "Look at my rouge today."

Xiangjiu, who had already closed her clothes and slept, didn't even lift her eyelids: "It looks good."

Mu Surao: "..."

Mu Surao: Very much like the way you despise me when I get old.

She stomped her feet angrily.

To celebrate the breakup of their relationship, Nanny Qiongyu twisted her old man's waist, cheerfully greeted several court ladies waiting outside the green gauze cabinet, changed Mu Suluo into a dragon robe, and respectfully sent her to the morning court.

Mu Surao probably wanted to salvage this precarious relationship, so she turned to Xiang Jiu and said in a loud voice, "I'm leaving."

Asleep Xiangjiu turned over inwards.

Mu Surao: "..."

Early in the morning, the relationship was not going well, and Mu Surao was so angry that he became a puffer fish, so he naturally couldn't give a good face to the old ministers of the former court, especially Prince Nalong, who claimed to be sick and asked for leave.

What disease can not even come to the morning.

Mu Surao always looked at her as an uncle who was not pleasing to the eye, but now that she did this again, he suddenly felt that he despised the imperial power and did not take her as an emperor seriously.

With a smile on his face, he asked Nanye to go and see if he was bedridden, and he was about to die.

Nan Ye flicked his fly whisk, slapped a thousand times, and walked away stepping on the first-rank Danbi in front of Man Chao Wenwu.

After leaving the palace city, it is the imperial city. Prince Long's Mansion is not far away, go straight through the Xihua Gate, and turn two more turns.

Although the Nanye man was crazy, he was a vigorous and resolute person, and he always handled things properly, and returned to the palace within an hour.

At that time, before the morning court was over, Mu Surao was still sitting on the dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Nan Ye bent his old cold legs, kowtowed his head, and recounted everything he had seen and heard in Prince Long's Mansion.

At the end, it ends with "Prince Long is not in the mansion at all". When these words come out, it is like thunder on the ground.

Manchao Wenwu was shocked!Mu Surao was also shocked!

The dignified prince pretended to be seriously ill, but he was not in the mansion. A smart person could smell a hint of conspiracy.

Mu Surao raised her brows upside down, stood up abruptly, pointed to the commander of the troops and horses of the five cities and ordered: "You can send someone to find me, hurry up!"

The commander took the order, cupped his fists and kowtowed to her, and bowed out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with big strides.

Mu Surao's hands were behind her waist, her slender fingers were clenched into fists, and the fingertips were almost embedded in the flesh.

Mu Surao has always regarded Prince Long as a strong enemy of the throne, now that he is gone, she seems to be restless, hastily retreated from the court, halfway to the Shoukang Palace, and wants to go to the imperial concubine to discuss it, and then consider taking it Take note.

The warm sedan chair was about to land in front of the Shoukang Palace, and the eunuch, the chief of the palace, crawled at her feet, blocking her way.

She was upset, and her expression sank immediately.

The chief eunuch said: "My lord, it's cold in winter, and the imperial concubine is sick and hasn't gotten up yet."

Mu Surao frowned: "Have you announced the imperial physician?"

"The imperial concubine thinks the smell of medicine dregs gives her a headache, so she refuses to announce the imperial physician."

"I'll go take a look."

As Mu Surao said, she took Nanye's arm and entered without invitation.

The chief eunuch murmured: "...the imperial concubine has issued an order, and no one will be seen."

If not, Nanye scolded angrily: "You bastard! Open your dog eyes and see, this is the imperial master!"

The leader snatched the land with his head, and he couldn't even speak: "Please forgive me, my lord, please forgive me!"

This eunuch was on duty for the imperial concubine, and Nanye had to be courteous on weekdays, Nanye was not less angry with him, so just now he took advantage of the situation and scolded him viciously for not opening his eyes.

Mu Surao didn't stop him, let him scold him, waited until the heat was almost ready, then led him around the screen wall and went inside.

Opening the door curtain, he went straight to the Nuan Pavilion on the west, two palace maids were guarding outside the bright yellow curtain, when they saw Mu Surao, they hurriedly squatted down to pay their respects.

Mu Surao asked with concern: "Is the imperial concubine still resting?"

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