Adore Trick of Beauty

The prince didn't understand what she was talking about, and just as he was about to ask, Nie Wushuang had already turned around and whispered to Yang Zhi behind him. Yang Zhi listened silently, and after a while he bowed and left. The prince looked at his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the cell, and was shocked to realize that he had almost fallen into an invisible and thrilling conspiracy.

If he had listened to this person's instigation and turned against Nie Wushuang, the person behind him would definitely continue to instigate him to do things he would regret.

Nie Wushuang looked at the ferocious corpses in the cell and smiled at Prince Yi Xuan: "Let's go, of course someone will clean up here."

"But... Queen Mother, we still don't know who is behind it? This clue has been cut off..." The more the prince thought about it, the angrier he became. He actually used what happened to his biological Queen Mother back then to shake his mind. This was simply outrageous. So insidious!

Nie Wushuang smiled slightly, with strong confidence in his tone: "Sometimes the enemy's self-concealed plan turns out to be the most vivid evidence that leads us to see through his true face!" Everything that had been blurred in front of us in the past few months finally gradually gradually faded away. After lifting a corner of the veil covering the truth, everything she was worried about finally began to make her grasp some subtle things.

The prince wanted to ask again, but Nie Wushuang had already taken him out of this gloomy prison.

Back in the palace, Nie Wushuang persuaded the prince to return to the East Palace with good words, and then hurried to the Manlu Palace. Xiao Fengming was resting on the couch with his eyes closed, and beside him was a half-read book. He heard the sound, opened his eyes, smiled and stretched out his hand towards her: "Why is it so late today? But the court officials are giving you a hard time?"

Nie Wushuang hid her thoughts, stepped forward to hold his warm hand, and shook her head gently: "No. Today is..." She whispered in his ear about what she saw and heard today. Xiao Fengming looked calm at first, but as Nie Wushuang finished speaking, he couldn't help but slowly got up, put on his coat and walked back and forth in the inner hall, his brows furrowed.

Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengming's figure walking back and forth and paused: "What does the Emperor think of this?"

Xiao Fengming's brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Chuan": "It would be a shame to instigate a relationship between the Crown Prince and you. But who will benefit in the end?"

He looked at Nie Wushuang thoughtfully, and Nie Wushuang smiled slightly: "I already have that person's name in my heart."

Xiao Fengming raised his forehead and sighed: "Yes, I didn't expect it to be him."

Nie Wushuang saw that Xiao Fengming's face was not surprised to learn the truth, but was much heavier, and he understood the pain in his heart.

It was even more painful for him to never hear the news about his brother's evil intentions.

"Your Majesty... it will eventually pass." Nie Wushuang stepped forward and gently leaned on his chest: "Maybe it's not as bad as we thought, everything can be undone."

Xiao Fengming shook her hand and let out a long sigh: "I really don't want to kill another brother with my own hands."

There was silence in the Manna Palace. Nie Wushuang leaned in his arms and sighed deeply...

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The life of a female official is boring and boring. She gets up before dawn every day. After serving the emperor and empress, she goes back to her room to rest. The days in the palace seemed boring and endless. Yanqiu watched the sweet-scented osmanthus plant in the pavilion gradually become more lush and green, and then she was shocked to realize that the days had slowly passed by this year's summer. That unforgettable swim in the Shanglinyuan creek seemed to have happened a lifetime ago, but it was clear that it happened more than ten days ago.

She sighed deeply, lowered her head and hid this moon collar in the bottom compartment of her suitcase. After she finished all this, Ji Qiu came in humming a song. Yanqiu gave her a lukewarm look, picked up a torn piece of clothing from the box and mended it.

Ji Qiu walked to her bed and fiddled with the necklace on her body. She wanted to talk to Yan Qiu, but somehow she always felt that Yan Qiu had changed now and was different from before, and he was not willing to talk to her at all. Say more.

Ji Qiu thought for a while, opened his suitcase, picked up a brand new skirt and handed it to her. He smiled and said, "Sister Yanqiu, I see that your underskirt is worn out from the washing. You are always in the emperor's presence." For those who are walking in front of the Queen, if the Queen sees your old dress, she will not know what she will think of you. If you don't dislike this dress, I will give it to you."

Yanqiu looked at the brand new smoky purple skirt in front of her, and then at her own skirt that had become a little white after washing. She pushed it away and said calmly: "No need, the palace clothes are all the same anyway, and door skirts will not be easily worn." If people see it, even if they see it, the Queen will not feel that I am disrespectful to her."

Ji Qiu touched her nose and retracted her hand angrily: "It's just my kindness, but I didn't expect that you wouldn't appreciate it."

She muttered, thought for a while, and then gave her the skirt in her hand with a smile: "Good sister, you still refuse to accept what I gave you. Did I offend you somewhere and make you feel unhappy? "

Yanqiu's nose smelled of the incense on the skirt, but the light smell made her feel sick from the bottom of her heart. I obviously know that the person didn’t give me this dress personally.

It was for Qiu, but for some reason, she couldn't help but feel disgusted and dirty.

"No. Take it back. I don't want it." There was disgust in her eyes, she pushed it away, and said coldly: "I don't want to change to a new dress because I want to save money for my father, and I appreciate Sister Jiqiu's kindness. But I really can’t have it!”

She said, neatly packed her things and hurried out of the room.

Ji Qiu looked at the dress in her hand that could not be given away, and her pretty face turned pale with anger: "If I had something else to do to please you, I wouldn't be too lazy to please you! I'm just a female official combing the queen's hair, why are you pretending to be noble! Sooner or later, it won't be the case You're just an old lady trapped in the palace! No wonder he doesn't like you at all! Damn you!"

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Bing's manuscript for the publication of the Demon Queen has been in a state of collapse recently, and the manuscript for Chu Gong will also be submitted in December. I have already foreseen the arrival of an even greater collapse. Ouch...

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