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The two looked at each other speechlessly. Yamei walked in, saw the two of them in silence, and said with a smile, "What's going on?"

Jade Concubine sighed: "It's nothing."

She looked at Nie Wushuang: "Although my father is no longer in the court, he has many disciples, and the things he asked him to inquire about before have been settled. The source of the rumors did not start from the Congjiang River, but first spread from the capital. . I have asked my father to punish the few who have spread the most vicious rumors. I believe that the rumors will naturally subside soon."

Nie Wushuang frowned: "Youyou can't stop it even if you want to, but I don't understand why it didn't spread from the Congjiang River?" If the people were angry, the rumors should have started from the Congjiang River. , but why did it start spreading from an unrelated capital thousands of miles away?

"Of course someone is deliberately spreading rumors, hoping that the emperor will be forced to depose you under pressure." Concubine Jade frowned deeply: "Who did you offend? You actually want to put you to death like this? Absolutely."

Nie Wushuang said with a half-smile: "Who else but him? We have been married for three years and have killed them all. Who can be more ruthless than him?"

Jade Concubine and Yamei were startled. The two of them looked at Nie Wushuang, who had a dull expression, with deep sympathy in their eyes. Nie Wushuang turned away. She didn't need sympathy or pity, because everything had just begun... Feng...

Nie Wushuang held Xia Lan's hand and walked slowly towards Yuanxiu Palace. The sun was scorching all the way, but her heart felt like ice and snow. Her guess was just a guess after all. Even though she knew her guess was right, she still hesitated in the deepest part of her heart, wondering whether she was wrong. But the confirmation from others could not tolerate her disbelief.

Xia Lan saw her silence and knew she was in a bad mood, so she took a quiet and secluded path back to the palace. A group of three people walked to a secluded garden. Suddenly, behind the flower tree in front, a corner of a pink dress was hooked on the side of the branches, and vague voices could be heard.

Mingqiu looked at it, turned around and whispered to Nie Wushuang: "Nie Meiren, let's take a detour."

Nie Wushuang knew that people in the palace generally did not cause trouble easily. If they heard words they shouldn't hear or said things they shouldn't say, it would be their own head that would be lost.

She nodded, turned around and wanted to leave quietly, when suddenly a very light and sweet voice came: "What is the princess talking about?"

Nie Wushuang suddenly stopped, the blood all over his body seemed to solidify, and he could no longer move.

The delicate female voice cried: "What do you think I am doing? I want to go home, I don't want to stay here! Go and talk to your father, just say..."

"Princess!" The pleasant voice was already stern and impatient: "Princess, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know, I like you! You were the one I wanted to marry back then!" The female voice became excited, and the figure behind the bushes moved vaguely. With a "plop", someone fell to the ground.

"Princess, respect yourself!" The sweet voice was filled with frost, and every word was piercing the heart: "If the princess wants to be embarrassed, go and do it yourself, I will resign!"

"Qinghong! Qinghong!..." The bushes rustled, and an elegant figure emerged first, and behind him staggered a beauty wearing a pink neon dress.

Nie Wushuang stood there, watching without blinking, while Xia Lan and Ming Qiu were already embarrassed and at a loss.

The beauty in pink neon clothes grabbed the man's sleeve and begged: "Qinghong, do you really have no pity for me at all?..."

Gu Qinghongjun's face sank, and he was about to get angry when he turned around and saw Nie Wushuang standing motionless not far away. All the sounds between heaven and earth seemed to fade away. He stared at her blankly, the beautiful woman in palace attire in front of him overlapped with the gentle face in his memory.

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"This young master, my concubine's surname is Nie, and my maiden name is Wushuang. I don't know what your surname is?"

"Mr. Gu, would you like me to give you a hundred taels for your spring outing in the peach blossom forest?"

"Qinghong, see you here at this place three days later, by the bridge outside the temple. You must come..."

"Qinghong..."

…

"Qinghong!——" Someone called him in his ear. Gu Qinghong suddenly came back to his senses, but the seventh princess Qi Yan's eyes were full of shame and hatred: "Who is she? Why are you so fascinated by her?!"

Nie Wushuang remained motionless, only looking at Gu Qinghong and the beauty he called "princess" in front of him. It turned out that the rumors were true, and the Seventh Princess fell in love with Gu Qinghong, the youngest and most promising prime minister since the founding of the Qi Kingdom.

Nie Wushuang slowly turned around, held Xia Lan's hand, and heard his own voice: "Let's go back to the palace!"

It turns out that she can be so calm, too calm to be like herself.

"Wait!" His voice came from behind, but Nie Wushuang didn't want to stop. The scene just now was too dirty and stained her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a figure blocked her way. Xia Lan couldn't help but stood in front of Nie Wushuang anxiously: "My lord, the servants just pretended not to see you. Our lady is going back to the palace. Please get out of the way! Otherwise, it won't look good to everyone!"

Gu Qinghong's face tightened slightly. He looked past Xia Lan and looked at Nie Wushuang: "Wushuang, I... have something to tell you."

Nie Wushuang smiled, her beautiful eyes flowing like sparkling waves in the sky, so charming that it makes people blind: "What does Mr. Xiangguo want to say? To this day, does Mr. Xiangguo have anything else to say to warn Wushuang? ?”

She turned around and looked at the blushing Seventh Princess Qi Yan, and her smile became softer: "This must be the Seventh Princess, she is really beautiful and fragrant. Princess, don't worry, the Emperor treats the concubines in the palace very gently, no more than Gu There is really no need for you to be panic-stricken.

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When the seventh princess Qi Yan heard what she said, she knew that she had heard what she just said. She stamped her foot and ran away with shame on her face.

Nie Wushuang watched her staggering figure disappear, and then slowly regained the smile on his face. She waved her hand, signaling Xia Lan and Mingqiu to step back. There was deathly silence all around. It was just after noon, and the sky was dazzling. She lowered her eyes and felt a red light in her eyes, just like the blood in the sky that day. It could even be traced back to that cold spring night, and the masses on the ground were too thick to be melted. Blood stains spread around her feet...

What did she have to say to him? Even if they stand opposite each other, what can be said?

"You..." Gu Qinghong took a deep breath: "You must hate me very much."

Nie Wushuang smiled faintly, his smile erratic, like clouds in the sky, beautiful but elusive. Gu Qinghong suddenly felt that he was at a loss for words. When did she put away all the hatred in her body and could smile so indifferently, making him feel desolate.

"If Gu Xiangguo has nothing else to do, I'll take my leave." Nie Wushuang saluted him slowly. Every move, every gesture, everything.

"You..." He took a step forward, as if to grab her lapel, but she had already left as gracefully as a colorful cloud.

"Lord Xiangguo, take care of yourself!" Her voice was soft and charming, which suddenly reminded him of the past, and his heart felt a little warm, and he was about to say something. Her next words floated in the wind: "I must live to see with my own eyes how I, Nie Wushuang, take revenge."

…

Three days later, someone in the court came to advise. There was a flood in the Congjiang River this year. The people along the river were panicked and had many suspicions. Why not invite the respected abbot of Donglin Temple to come to Beijing to preach Buddhism and benefit the people. The emperor was convinced and issued an imperial edict, asking Master Chongguang, the abbot of Donglin Temple, to lead one hundred monks to Beijing.

The abbot of Donglin Temple did not want to enter the capital easily. The matter of entering the capital was a big one, and officials were accompanying him to pick him up along the way. Two days later, the monks from the Donglin Temple entered the capital and opened an altar to preach Buddhism for three consecutive days.

For a time, people flocked to the event, and the excitement was spectacular. The rumor that the so-called torrential rain was caused by the emperor's prostitute gradually disappeared. Xiao Fengming also issued an order to reduce taxes, and his benevolent government immediately gained more support from the people. Everyone thought that since Xiao Fengming took office, he loved the people like a son and was diligent and benevolent. Naturally, they did not believe such nonsense rumors.

In the palace.

Empress Dowager Gao listened to the report of the chamberlain for a long time, closed her eyes and said calmly: "The Ai family knows." On the side, Prime Minister Gao Guoping, who retired from the palace, frowned and said: "Now the emperor mostly listens to the Qingliu faction, and Wei ministers have come to remonstrate several times. , the emperor seemed to ignore it...the queen mother..."

Empress Dowager Gao lowered her eyes and slowly turned the Buddhist beads in her hand: "You have also seen that the current emperor is not the former emperor, and he will not let the Gao family become powerful. You must be careful in your words and deeds in the future, and you will not let the emperor catch you. handle."

Gao Xiangguo frowned: "Is it really impossible to think about it? This tax reduction will greatly reduce the revenue of the national treasury. Moreover, the emperor also issued a ban on enclosures, stipulating that officials above the third rank must not exceed one hundred acres. This is not letting people know Is there no way to survive?”

Empress Dowager Gao glanced at him and sneered: "I just want you to be less greedy and buy less land, so you can't sit still?"

Gao Xiangguo's face turned slightly red and he changed the topic: "The Emperor has many concubines in the harem, but not many heirs. The roster the Queen Mother took before..."

Empress Dowager Gao snorted coldly: "Let's talk about it. The draft is held every three years and it hasn't arrived yet. You are always not calm enough. This problem needs to be corrected!"

Gao Xiangguo said anxiously: "It's not that I'm impatient, but I can't let the emperor dote on Concubine Yun alone. Concubine Yun's father is the Minister of Rites. He has close contacts with the Qingliu party, Queen Mother!"

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