Empress is very harmonious GL

At dusk, the setting sun has subsided the blazing heat of the whole body, leaving only a layer of pale golden light on the beach.

The cool evening wind blows, sending the salty water vapor on the sea to the courtyard, causing the people in the room to shift their eyes to the wide and quiet sea.

The tide is surging slowly, and the snow-white waves beat on the reef, breaking into thousands of pear blossoms, which is really pleasing to the eye.

Showa came out of the wooden house, sat cross-legged under the sycamore tree, leaned against the trunk, and rested with his eyes closed.

After returning to Nanqiang, the queen targeted her everywhere, and she broke off the marriage with Daqi without authorization, confiscated her original mansion, and rewarded her natal brother, but gave her such a remote and lonely log cabin to stay.

These days, she secretly visited a lot of ministers, but with little success. The queen even sent down many criminal orders, kept deducting her expenses, and threw many cases that had been left over for many years to her, which was very difficult.

She was really tired and paralyzed. The most relaxing thing to do every day was to lean against this tree, watching the sunrise and sunset, and the ebb and flow of the tide.

"Chirp~"

A seagull's cry made Zhaohe open his eyes again, and his sights were set on the bird that was flying with its wings together.

She suddenly felt sad.

She remembered where she had heard a sentence, "Swimming in the morning and living in the Wutong at dusk", the seagulls in the sky were in pairs, but the figures under the sycamore tree were lonely and lingering.

"Princess, it's windy, let's go inside." Xin'er walked out holding the cloak.

Zhaohe took the clothes, but didn't tie them up immediately, felt the dark pattern on it, lost his mind.

When she was in Daqi, she investigated everything about Lin Jiao, and knew that Lin Jiao had a pair of skillful hands and exquisite embroidery skills, but the man had never made anything with his own hands and presented it to her.What's even more coincidental is that Lin Jiao did all of Chen Jia's female celebrities from childhood to adulthood.

"How is her injury?"

Lin Jiao believed that she had robbed the prison and set fire to Lin Yu to death. She resented her very much and always looked for opportunities to assassinate her to avenge her brother, but she never succeeded, and instead caused a body injury.

"It's almost better." Xin'er was afraid that Zhaohe would think her answer was perfunctory, so she told the details of the visit that day.

"The servant girl sent the black-bone chicken party ginseng soup to the princess two days ago. This time she didn't resist as before, but drank it obediently. The servant girl talked with her for a while, and walked around the yard. When she left, her complexion was much ruddy, and her movements were more flexible than before."

"Really? You have a heart, Xin'er." Zhaohe patted Xin'er's hand, very pleased.

She didn't dare to go to see Lin Jiao. Firstly, she was afraid that Lin Jiao would kill her again when she saw her and become angry with her. The injuries on her body would accumulate more and more. Secondly, she wanted to give herself more time to sort out her problems. emotion.

What is her intention towards Lin Jiao, is she using it as a bargaining chip to manipulate Lin Yu, or is it because of her possessive desire that she can't ask for?

Xin'er didn't understand Zhaohe's contradictory psychology, so she knelt down and gently massaged Zhaohe's shoulders.

"Princess, according to this servant, it won't be long before you embrace the beauty."

"Oh, where did you say that?" Showa was a little surprised.

"The slave girl thought that the princess was in a dead end before. She didn't understand your good intentions, so she misunderstood you and hurt you again and again. But now, she has left her home alone and does not rely on your favor. Can it survive?"

Thinking of the recent situation, Xin'er confirmed her guess more and more, "Didn't the Princess go on a hunger strike before? Isn't she also obediently eating and exercising now? She is white and tender, and she is beautiful. I am afraid I will understand it later. I still have to rely on your grace to live."

Hearing Xin'er's compliment, Zhaohe was not happy, she didn't want Lin Jiao to accept her just because of her status.

"You go down, I still need to read some files, and I have to go to the morning court tomorrow."

The Southern Qiang court meeting is held twice a month, on the tenth and 25th day of the lunar month.

"Yes." Xin'er bent down and left.

After the last ray of afterglow disappeared, a waning moon hung on the top of the sycamore tree, and the bleak moonlight poured down on her body, as if casting a layer of silver light on the beautiful blue hair like seaweed.

The sound of footsteps was approaching, and a woman was dancing in the courtyard, with a graceful figure, as light as a butterfly, like a fairy floating down from the moon palace under the moonlight.

Ever since that figure started dancing in the courtyard, Showa's gaze has been firmly glued to that person's body.

"Did I dance well?" The man approached and asked with his sleeves rolled up.

Showa nodded blankly.

She often saw this dance when she was young. Her mother was neglected by her father, so she danced to the moon in the courtyard all the year round. Even though she retreated like this, her mother still blocked the way of others and was removed as a stumbling block.

Showa's reaction is not as usual, the eyes seem to be a little more vulnerable and attached than before.

Looking at Zhaohe's expression, Lin Jiao always felt a little strange. Thinking of this, the movements of her hands were much slower, but she brought the two of them closer without haste.

What was she thinking, and who was she looking through herself?

No, none of this matters anymore, because it will all be over tonight.

Lin Jiao rehearsed tonight's dance performance thousands of times in her mind, but when she actually stood in front of this person, she hesitated again.

Is she really going to kill Showa?

In all fairness, Zhaohe treated her very well, rescued her from Daqi's prison, brought her to Nanqiang regardless of the trouble, and took good care of her along the way, even her previous assassination was forgiven.

For Showa, she owes something.

But when night fell, when she closed her eyes, there would always be a fire in front of her. In the fire, her younger sister's face became more and more blurred, leaving only a shrill cry for help.

She had to avenge the tragic death of her sister.

As soon as his eyes froze, the three silver needles in his palm shot out.

There is a faint blue light on the tip of the needle, and it flies across the air quickly, like a flashing meteor.

It's just that the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are. The poison on the needle tip is the strange poison of Nanqiang, which seals the throat when it sees blood.

Showa didn't have any martial arts, and was very sad. When he heard the sound of piercing the air, it was too late to escape.

She spread her left hand quickly, and the three silver needles were firmly nailed to her palm.

It actually blocked it!

When Lin Jiao saw it, she was a little annoyed, but she was relieved. Even she herself didn't understand this complicated psychology.

Although the silver needle didn't pierce his confidant, but it was extremely poisonous, if it was nailed to the hand, the hand would probably be useless.

This could be her revenge, since then she has nothing to do with Showa.

"Stop." The man's voice came from behind, a little hoarse, "Don't go, okay?"

Hearing the almost begging voice, Lin Jiao stopped involuntarily, turned around to look at the figure under the plane tree, and turned back.

"Why don't you let me go?"

"Reluctant."

As if hearing a big joke, Lin Jiao took off the silver needles from the man's palm one by one, pointed to the blackened needle tip, and said calmly, "Did you see it? keep hurting you."

A trace of confusion flashed across Zhaohe's eyes, and he shook his head immediately, "Let the past go, I only ask you, will you still hurt me in the future?"

after?No one can tell.

Lin Jiao shook her head, "I assassinated you several times just to avenge Ayu, now that you've been caught in this trap, even though you won't die, this hand is useless. You and I won't owe each other any more. Let’s go to the end of the world, let’s all be safe.”

He left without looking back.

After she left, a light figure jumped down from the plane tree and knelt down in front of Zhao He.

"Master, you must teach the witch doctor."

The little mute's voice sounded harsh because it was burnt out in the fire.

Zhaohe waved his hand, and the expression of shock just now had long since disappeared, and he asked coldly, "Tell me, find out who gave her the poison and the medicine?"

"Miss Xiner."

How could it be her?

There was a knock on the door outside, Zhaohe responded with "Come in", and Xin'er entered the courtyard.

"What's the matter?"

Xin'er plopped and knelt down on the ground, "Xin'er is here to apologize."

She really gave it to her!Showa's eyes instantly became much sharper.

"What crime did you commit?" There was no trace of warmth in her voice, but it made Xin'er even more frightened.

"Two days ago, when Xin'er went to accompany the princess, the princess asked me for poison and medicine. He said that he had assassinated you many times. He felt that he had committed a heinous crime. In addition, all relatives in the family died in Huangquan. There is no concern in this world. Why don't you go down and talk to me?" Family reunion." Xin'er said half-truths to excuse herself.

Haha, what a world without worries, it's all because of her self-indulgence.

"So you gave her the lead?"

Sensing the anger in Zhaohe's words, Xin'er couldn't help but kowtow, "Xin'er was worried that the princess would not get the medicine here, and would think of other ways to hurt herself, so Xin'er gave her a fake hook, as long as she After taking it, she will fall into a state of suspended animation, and Xin'er will send her out of the palace, so that her wish of staying away from the princess can be fulfilled and the princess's future peace can be guaranteed."

"Hehe, you are indeed the most trusted confidant of this Palace. He is so considerate and considerate. What a loyal subordinate!" retreat.

"Who told you to make up your own mind!"

"Why do you decide her life and death!"

"How can you tell that I don't like her nonsense anymore!"

"I just enjoy the restlessness she brings me!"

Xin'er straightened her back suddenly, and changed her humble confession just now, "Princess, honest words are hard to hear, Xin'er is risking her life to stop you, don't you want to be so obsessed with no regrets."

"pat"

A bone fan fell on Xin'er's forehead, the forehead was scratched by a sharp piece of iron, and bright red blood oozes out.But she didn't move at all, bearing the anger without fear.

When Zhaohe saw her remonstrance, he was furious, but he didn't do anything, and finally spoke out after a long silence.

"Xin'er, you don't have to get involved with this palace's affairs in the future."

Xin'er suddenly widened her eyes, and said incredulously, "Princess, do you want Xin'er?"

The friendship between master and servant for so many years is not as good as that of an outsider?

Zhaohe looked at Xin'er, his eyes were full of disappointment and grief.

Back then, the queen mother died suddenly, and the queen succeeded to the throne. She made things difficult for her stepdaughter in every possible way. All the servants in the palace were masters with red tops and white faces.

The harshest thing was the time when she was punished to work in the clothes washing workshop. The old mother was instructed by the queen to assign all the hard work to her. After washing the clothes, there was nothing left in the dining room. , and the bedroom door was closed.

When Xin'er came to visit, she saw her sleeping in the middle of the yard with a pile of straw in her arms. Since then, Xin'er distributed her food to her and washed clothes with her.Xin'er's hands suffered from chilblains, and when spring came, her hands were still swollen, with pustules bursting, which was very scary to look at, and now her old diseases would recur in winter.

She remembers that Xin'er is good, but it doesn't mean that Xin'er can make decisions for her and decide her emotions.Who she likes, in what way, whether she is hurt or feels happy during the period, she should bear it, and it should not be decided by others.

She can't bear this kind of "for your own good".

Showa turned away, unwilling to answer Xin'er.

The little mute came out from behind and stood in front of Xin'er, looking at her silently.

When Xin'er looked at the person between her and Zhaohe, she suddenly realized that her identity meant that she could not interfere too much in this matter.

But that doesn't mean she's wrong.

"Princess, my heart has retreated."

She walked slowly, until she left the courtyard gate, but she didn't hear the sound of urging her to stay.

The little mute clasped his hands, "Master."

"Why do you also think that Bengong did something wrong?" Zhaohe's tone was not kind, and the anger that had been suppressed just now surged up again.

"Don't dare." The little mute pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Princess, do you want to recover it?"

Showa shook his head.She's always chasing after her, so that's why people don't care about it, right?

That's okay, let Lin Jiao go out and suffer a little bit, so she will know who is the best person in this world to her.

"Do you want to send someone to protect you?" The little mute suddenly suggested, "The princess is still injured, and the princess has many enemies. I'm afraid someone will catch you and threaten you."

Although Lin Jiao assassinated her master many times, but for some reason every time she saw that figure, she always felt familiar. She didn't want that person to be hurt, but it was hindered by the master who dared not reveal her true feelings.

"No, someone will rescue her." Zhaohe said firmly.

It was just now that she remembered that she had received a post yesterday that her noble concubine, the Queen Mother, would come to visit her tonight, but she hadn't been seen until now, presumably because some beauty she saw on the road couldn't move her legs.

The little mute looked at her. Although he was puzzled, he also knew that he could not ask any more questions.

"Subordinates retire."

Showa waved her hand to signal her to step back, staring at the waning moon in the sky alone in a daze.

Those two people may have met each other, it is the time when love is strong for a good woman and a beautiful woman, maybe tomorrow the entire royal capital will hear the good news that the princess has won another stunning beauty. .

Obviously, all of this was planned by her, but at this moment, her heart hurts a little.

She is still not sure whether her decision is wrong, whether she will regret it in the future, but she knows that a corner of her heart is missing, just like the crescent moon above her head.

It's just that the moon is cloudy and sunny, but can the part of her heart that she let go be restored?

The author has something to say: Chapter 62 is a bug, it has not been released, and I will post a side story in the future, and the main text of Chapter 63, I love you (●'?'●)