Disgraced Consort

Layers of pink tents hang in the temple of water vapor.

These pink, ambiguous blooms in this large space, there is a faint murmur of water.

Painted with gold patterns on the tent, the color is like Qibao colored glaze. In this ambiguous, it is still dazzling and dazzling, reaching the hearts of the people.

"Holy Lord, the Lord of the Night Kingdom has returned to Wei Yu."

Outside the pink veil, a man in a dark gray short dress said.

No sound came from the pink tent, and the dark gray short-dressed man continued to say:

"The Hurricane Lingzhou Hurricane, the sea water overflowed, and the tens of thousands of people drifted. The drunk concubine please bring it to Mu Fangan for three years."

Inside the pink tent, there was a slightly loud sound of water, like the sound of someone moving in the water.

Then, a somber voice came:

"Lonely, know."

"Subordinates quit."

There was no vocal silence around, but there was no other sound besides the sound of water.

Follow the sound, pass through, and fall to the thin pink veil, which was originally a pool of hot springs.

The misty white mist surrounded the swaying candlesticks, showing a man's handsome face.

At this time, his natural body was leaning on the head of the emerald green dragon carved from jade and jade.

His closed eyes suddenly opened, and an unrestrained spring flowed into the Phoenix eyes, but he did not offset his heroism at all, and added a seven-pointer to the world.

His eyeballs are ice-grey, his eyes slightly slanted upwards, thin, and lips with perfect curvature also have a shallow curvature. The tip of the nail reflected a faint glow, his wrist made an elegant posture, elegant and expensive, and he randomly ordered a beautiful lady standing beside him.

As Mie Ji's throat in the water made an unstoppable word:

"Holy, concubine--"

However, the three words, accompanied by the glimmer of blood, the rest of the words, she had no time to say, and could not speak again.

The original clear water surface, in a flash, burst out a ray of blood line, but Xu Xi, the blood line into a continuous flow of blood, the water surface, all dyed a crimson color.

The man, I do n’t know when to get to the poolside, the three Meiji bowed their heads near, and wiped off the water stains and blood stains left on the man with a clean white cotton towel. They wiped so carefully. My body was faintly red.

Even though the man's sturdy body is so blushing and heartbeating.

The three Meiji knew that when the Holy Lord was good at Yan, they could not tolerate any words from anyone. All they could do was chant.

However, every time a woman who is good with Sheng Shangyan can't suppress some words, this price is to kill her own life.

Including them, they do n’t know whether they will still be alive tomorrow.

Becoming a woman in the holy is the most beautiful thing in the world, but this beauty is often accompanied by the **** of death.

The diagonal angle of the man ’s oblique lips brought out a bit of evil energy, but there was a trace of haze in the spring-like phoenix eyes. This haze was so thick that even the peach-colored brightness lost its color in this haze .

The only thing that didn't lose its color was just that thickening blood, which exuded **** sweetness.

Tianyong's eighth day of March in thirteen years.

Sunda.

The Forbidden Palace, the Kunlang Gate opened slowly, and a Qibao incense car was driven into the entrance.

The Forbidden Palace is divided into four gates. The Kunlang Gate is where the main entrance is located. It is obvious and noble that the identity of the owner of this incense car is obvious.

Xiangche followed the long Yongdao until he reached the Sun Gate, before stopping. Entering this door is the residence of the concubine of the harem, so any car needs to stop and enter in order.

At this time, in front of the gate, dozens of palace people stood as early as possible.

One of the older court ladies walked to the car and respectfully said:

"Slaughter-in-law Mo Ju abided by the empress dowager, and greeted her mother here."

When the car curtain opened, a pair of soft and delicate slender jade hands were stretched out. The court lady approached and gently blended it. This blend, a woman in a snow-colored palace dress, came to the ground.

The uneven green plums protruded through the vermilion palace wall, and the plum blossomed in full bloom, full of gorgeous colors, and brilliantly lining all around, all with a faint color.

Of course, this beautiful green plum, in front of this woman, quietly lost its luster.

The woman only had the most elegant dress, stood there, raised her head slightly, and looked away from the forbidden palace for a long time.

However, the most beautiful spring scene in the Forbidden City, before her Ronghua, all lost its due color.

Mo Ju, the maid holding her hands, even for many years in this palace, had countless beautiful appearances, but she also slightly stunned the gods, stunned the gods, and said:

"Mother, the queen mother has been waiting for you for a long time."

"There is Lao Mama." The palace-dressed girl smiled faintly, and her eyes turned to the green plum.

On the day of March, this plum blossom was still blooming, and vaguely, she felt that there was still a faint cold invading her skin through the wide sleeves that were not thin.

"Ma'am, beautiful women like plum blossoms, so in this palace, they are covered with ice under the trees all year round, making the plum blossoms always open." Mo Ju recognized the master's eyes and was busy.

The smile on the woman's face in the palace dress was not condensed by the words. She stood there, the wind blew through, and Yingying colorful, some plum petals floating on her black bun, shaking slightly, and finally fell.

The year she left the palace, she only combed her simple bun, and when she returned to the palace, all she could comb was the high bun, a symbol of status and honor.

She thought, she might know why, after the three-year deadline, the queen mother hurriedly took the draft as the reason and ordered her to return to the palace from Mu Fangan.

In this palace, without anyone, nothing will change.

But if anyone is too dazzling, it will definitely change something.

This change is not necessarily what the real master in this palace is willing to see.

Therefore, to judge the situation is the only choice she made three years ago.

At the time of trial and error, I chose to go to the temple to bring prayers and practice blessings. I originally thought that this life was there.

I did not expect that, but after three years, when the deadline came, I was still taken back.

She flicked off the petals on her lapel, another wind blew, more petals were swirling, falling one after another, she no longer went to flutter, let the flower turn into rain, and fell all over, but the fragrance was still the same. But the fragrance that was born on her skin.

She slowly got a shoulder.

Covered by the curtain of Qianqian, she safely retracted her hand into her sleeve gown.

This pose will make her feel safe.

With, outside, the eunuch's sharp voice said:

"The drunk concubine is driving."

She closed her eyes, calm and calm.

Still back.

Still in the name of the drunk concubine, back here, she actually always wanted to avoid the deep palace that she could not avoid anyway.

Ci'an Palace.

Xi Yan slowly walked slowly into the hall with Mo Ju all the way.

Su Hexiang gathered in the hall.

This is the favorite fragrance of Empress Yi'an.

Soothe, elegant.

However, the more people who like to use this kind of fragrance, the more they have too much desire in their hearts.

Therefore, this fragrance is needed to suppress.

However, human desire is always lurking there, and will not make any changes due to external factors.

However, it is self-deception.

Just like she is deceiving herself, isn't she?

This bullying is three years.

I thought that using her own hair to practice, praying for the national games, she could exchange all the asylum that the royal palace should have, and she could also be outside the dispute between Gong Wei.

In the end, he was recalled to the palace with a Yi Yi.

At this moment, the master of this purpose was sitting behind the golden silk tent in this temple. At first, she had always been vaguely hostile to the Empress Dowager.

"Concubine sees the Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager Changle Promise." Xi Yan stopped and bowed down like a ritual.

"Children, you have worked hard for the past three years." The attitude of the Empress Dowager before her was full of kindness. "Hurry, let Ai Jia take a good look at you."

"Nuo." Xi Yan still lowered her head, got up, and walked to the front of the queen mother.

The queen mother took her hand that was hanging down her front, and the voice of the queen mother smiled in this hand:

"Good boy, come, raise your head and let Aijia take a good look. These three years are really hard for you."

She didn't want to lift it.

But, she had to lift it.

Even, she knew vaguely that the queen mother did not like her face.

"Praying for the people is what the concubine should do." She said respectfully.

Raising her head slowly, she still watched the nose with politeness.

It was this lift, the queen mother's eyes, a moment of shock.

Yes, shocked.

Three years is not long or short.

She was even more amazing.

If we say that three years ago, her appearance was already beautiful.

Well, three years later, her appearance is not only described by these four words.

Her whole body seemed to faint with a faint brilliance. Under the brilliance of this brilliance, people's eyes could not be looked at, but they couldn't help but want to print this perfection in their hearts.

She is more beautiful than her mother.

Even though, at that time, her mother's reputation was for the Three Kingdoms.

Too beautiful women are mostly misfortune.

Of course, now, such misfortune is what the Queen Mother needs.

When thinking this way, the Empress Dowager's eyes smile even more:

"Yan'er Yan'er, after three years of repairs, it really became more and more marked."

"Empress Dowager."

"Oh, it ’s okay, it ’s worthy of the name. In short, Yan Er will come back this time, and he will have to work harder." The Queen Mother turned back and replied, "Looking at it, three days later, it was another year's draft. In previous years, the emperor was always the one to decide, and it was necessary to choose some uneasy to enter the palace. This year, the mourning family meant that Yan Er would go to the two ceremonial palaces with the emperor to choose a draft girl. . "

"The queen mother, the concubine fears--" Xi Yanfang wanted to lean over and kneel, but the queen mother's hand pulled her, not allowing her to kneel.

"In this palace, even after three years, I still respect Yan'er's position."

This sentence, Sheng Sheng hindered any of Yan Yan's polite resignation, she could only continue to choose to mute.

The Empress Dowager:

"In accordance with Yan'er praying for the country, it's time to be promoted. But, Yan'er hasn't been in bed yet, and Yu Lifa is different. When the mourning family and the emperor add up to the total, after Yan'er is in bed, let's get a place. . "

After the Queen Mother finished speaking, she took some effort to hold Xi Yan's hand, seemingly inadvertently:

"By the way, your elder brother Nalanlu suffered a leg injury and was diagnosed and treated by a famous doctor. Now the emperor is ready. In two months, he will let him practice with the imprisoned army. In the future, he will also be regarded as the military honor of Prince Xiang."

This sentence really worked, and the queen mother saw with satisfaction that Xi Yan's eyes were filled with joy.

As long as a person has a weakness that can be threatened, such a person, even if the existence is a threat to the Queen Mother, can be used for their own benefit.

Nalan Xiyan, yes.

"Mo Ju, telling Si Ni and Si Zhang to serve the drunk concubine back to the palace, and to teach them some necessary etiquette within these two days."

The Queen Mother instructed, Xi Yan's happy eyes, but with this sentence, turned to another kind of sorrow.

This sentimentality has nothing to do with joy.

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