Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"I wonder what important things are you going to do today?" Xuanyuan Xuehen was not vague and said straight to the point.

Murong Canghai was too mysterious. There was a wicked smile on his face, but he always made the person who fought with him nervously and depressedly breathless. He could not guess his true intentions at all. Xuanyuan Xuehen seemed to have the appearance of his master.

In fact, I can’t understand Murong Canghai’s purpose today.

"I heard from the right prime minister yesterday that the princess had a complete copy of the original works of Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty. Today, I came to visit me. I wonder if the princess could use the original works to satisfy my jealousy."

Xuanyuan Xuehen is good at collecting calligraphy and paintings. In her early years, she built a large courtyard in Zuoxiang Mansion, which is dedicated to collecting calligraphy and paintings.

After hearing Murong Canghai make this request, a hint of imperceptible expression slightly curled in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep calm on her face, and said-

"The King of North Court is honored to be my calligraphy and paintings in my mansion. It's a pity that the academy was damaged by rats a while ago, and many precious calligraphy and paintings were bitten by the damn rat. Unfortunately, Yan Zhenqing was all in it. I

After a lot of effort, I couldn't get back to my original state. Now I feel extremely distressed whenever I sound."

"Oh..." Murong Canghai said oh, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face, saying, "That's really a pity, princess."

Xuanyuan Xuehen said with a very sorry expression, regretful expression-

"I am so frightened to let Your Highness run for nothing. I would like to ask Your Highness to atone for his sins."

"The princess doesn't have to apologize. This person and calligraphy and painting are all about fate, and they cannot be forced." Murong Canghai picked up the cup beside his hand and tasted it. The slender and clean fingers seemed to be using their strength secretly.

Su Yueming stood behind Murong Canghai, silent, waiting for the news about the "Three Lady" in the sedan chair.

Song Feiyan stood behind the screen, looked out through the gap, and her eyes fell on the man sitting on the carved chair-

He had a very aggressive face, and his every move showed a natural emperor spirit. There was a faint luster flowing in his eyes. The slightly raised tips of his eyes slightly brought out a slight charm, and the smile at the corners of his lips showed a hint of evil.

The charm is like poison, but it makes people fall and intoxicated without realizing it.

Her heart thrust, her face turned red without feeling like it. Her hands were pressed against her face, and she felt so hot and hot.

pity……

She gently stroked the scar on her face that had not yet healed, and anger surged in her eyes. It was Su Yueming's bitch who ruined her face, otherwise she could go out to receive Murong Canghai with her mother.

What did he just say?

Want to see the complete works of Yan Zhenqing collected by my mother?

Why did my mother lie? Her academy is obviously good, with more than 20 slaves responsible for the care of her every day. How could she get hit by a rat? If she really gets hit by a rat, she would probably kill all the slaves responsible for the cleaning of the academy!

Song Feiyan raised her upper lip, her eyes showed dissatisfaction, and she thought to herself, her mother was so stingy, just some calligraphy and paintings, why should she hide it and not show it to others?

Since she doesn't want to give it to you, then...

A bold idea flashed through her mind, a hint of joy appeared on her face, and then she quickly turned around and headed towards the academy.

"Madam, someone from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is here." At this moment, the servants in the mansion came to the main hall to report.

People from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion? They dared to come? Xuanyuan Xuehen's hand suddenly grabbed the crossbar of the chair. "I wonder what is the important thing about Your Highness coming today?" Xuanyuan Xuehen was not vague and said straight to the point.

Murong Canghai was too mysterious. There was a wicked smile on his face, but he always made the person who fought with him nervously and depressedly breathless. He could not guess his true intentions at all. Xuanyuan Xuehen seemed to have the appearance of his master.

In fact, I can’t understand Murong Canghai’s purpose today.

"I heard from the right prime minister yesterday that the princess had a complete copy of the original works of Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty. Today, I came to visit me. I wonder if the princess could use the original works to satisfy my jealousy."

Xuanyuan Xuehen is good at collecting calligraphy and paintings. In her early years, she built a large courtyard in Zuoxiang Mansion, which is dedicated to collecting calligraphy and paintings.

After hearing Murong Canghai make this request, a hint of imperceptible expression slightly curled in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep calm on her face, and said-

"The King of North Court is honored to be my calligraphy and paintings in my mansion. It's a pity that the academy was damaged by rats a while ago, and many precious calligraphy and paintings were bitten by the damn rat. Unfortunately, Yan Zhenqing was all in it. I

After a lot of effort, I couldn't get back to my original state. Now I feel extremely distressed whenever I sound."

"Oh..." Murong Canghai said oh, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face, saying, "That's really a pity, princess."

Xuanyuan Xuehen said with a very sorry expression, regretful expression-

"I am so frightened to let Your Highness run for nothing. I would like to ask Your Highness to atone for his sins."

"The princess doesn't have to apologize. This person and calligraphy and painting are all about fate, and they cannot be forced." Murong Canghai picked up the cup beside his hand and tasted it. The slender and clean fingers seemed to be using their strength secretly.

Su Yueming stood behind Murong Canghai, silent, waiting for the news about the "Three Lady" in the sedan chair.

Song Feiyan stood behind the screen, looked out through the gap, and her eyes fell on the man sitting on the carved chair-

He had a very aggressive face, and his every move showed a natural emperor spirit. There was a faint luster flowing in his eyes. The slightly raised tips of his eyes slightly brought out a slight charm, and the smile at the corners of his lips showed a hint of evil.

The charm is like poison, but it makes people fall and intoxicated without realizing it.

Her heart thrust, her face turned red without feeling like it. Her hands were pressed against her face, and she felt so hot and hot.

pity……

She gently stroked the scar on her face that had not yet healed, and anger surged in her eyes. It was Su Yueming's bitch who ruined her face, otherwise she could go out to receive Murong Canghai with her mother.

What did he just say?

Want to see the complete works of Yan Zhenqing collected by my mother?

Why did my mother lie? Her academy is obviously good, with more than 20 slaves responsible for the care of her every day. How could she get hit by a rat? If she really gets hit by a rat, she might kill all the slaves responsible for the cleaning of the academy!

Song Feiyan raised her upper lip, her eyes showed dissatisfaction, and she thought to herself, her mother was so stingy, just some calligraphy and paintings, why should she hide it and not show it to others?

Since she doesn't want to give it to you, then...

A bold idea flashed through her mind, a hint of joy appeared on her face, and then she quickly turned around and headed towards the academy.

"Madam, someone from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is here." At this moment, the servants in the mansion came to the main hall to report.

People from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion? They dared to come? Xuanyuan Xuehen's hand suddenly grabbed the crossbar of the chair.