Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

When Su Yueming walked out of Yonghe Park, he raised his head and looked at the horizon in the distance.

The sky was getting lighter and the setting sun was like blood. The setting sun shone on her flawless face. She looked a little confused in the light and shadow, as if she would leave at some time.

The scenery in the world is like a dream and illusory. Is this the same as the heaven in the previous life?

The seventh concubine was gone again, which she did not expect. A person who did not have the courage to raise his head and live might have the power to die. Su Yueming understood another truth.

Because of Su Yurong's frankness at the last moment, she did not want to kill all the Seventh Auntie, not because she forgave Seventh Auntie, but because she did not want Su Yurong to have only one person in the future.

"Miss Third, I just went to inquire. The eldest lady was new and old. She is still unconscious and has a life-threatening situation. The Prime Minister said that she must save the eldest lady." Bier said that the news came one by one.

I informed Su Yueming.

"Where is the eldest lady?" Su Yueming asked.

"Somehow, this happened to the eldest lady, but the eldest lady was gone. I heard that the Prime Minister was still angry about this."

"Oh." Su Yueming nodded lightly. At this moment, she didn't seem to be interested in Su Baixi's affairs.

This battle has hurt the eldest lady, and the truth about Su Qingru's tragic death that year has been revealed, and the seventh concubine has disappeared because of this. The old lady and Su Buqing have lost patience with the eldest lady.

If she was not wrong, the eldest lady had basically come to an end this time.

What she is thinking now is-

She spread her hands and put the small porcelain bottle that Su Buqing gave her in her hand. It is said that the bottle contains the erotic medicine.

"Miss Three, the King of the North Courtyard is invited." It seemed as if she knew she was thinking about him. At this time, Murong Canghai sent Ying Lie to come and call her to go.

"Wait for a moment, you go back to the King of North Courtyard, and I will arrive later." She put the small porcelain bottle back into her sleeve and said.

After changing his clothes, he heard a flute before he could say anything.

Only the ancient and elegant silver notes were heard sliding down the sound of the flute. The sound was like water, flowing slowly and slowly. When you listen carefully, it seemed to be filled with a gurgling sadness.

Su Yueming pushed open the gate of the courtyard and saw a dark purple figure standing under the pear tree in the courtyard. It was slender, cold and hard, arrogant, and unwilling tolerate the world.

The morning mist had not yet melted, and the mist was lingering, and white petals lingered around him, as if there was a fairy spirit rising.

She didn't expect that a man like Murong Canghai would have such leisure and elegance.

She stepped forward and did not startle him. Instead, she walked aside, raised her hand to pick a crystal clear pear blossom and placed it in her palm.

There was a dewdrop hidden in the petals. She opened her lips slightly and put the pear blossom between her lips.

Such a pure and flawless flower actually has a bitter feeling.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and in that hazy light, she seemed to see the old time again.

"You are here." Xiao Sheng stopped. He turned around, looked at her and asked, as if he had known she would definitely come.

She raised her eyes and looked at him. The two of them were intertwined in the air, as if they were a hundred years away.

"Yes, I'm here," she said.

The wind blew, and the white petals fell like snow, falling between the hair, on the collar, and in the palm of the hand... When Su Yueming walked out of Yonghe Garden, he raised his head and looked at the horizon in the distance.

The sky was getting lighter and the setting sun was like blood. The setting sun shone on her flawless face. She looked a little confused in the light and shadow, as if she would leave at some time.

The scenery in the world is like a dream and illusory. Is this the same as the heaven in the previous life?

The seventh concubine was gone again, which she did not expect. A person who did not have the courage to raise his head and live might have the power to die. Su Yueming understood another truth.

Because of Su Yurong's frankness at the last moment, she did not want to kill all the Seventh Auntie, not because she forgave Seventh Auntie, but because she did not want Su Yurong to have only one person in the future.

"Miss Third, I just went to inquire. The eldest lady was new and old. She is still unconscious and has a life-threatening situation. The Prime Minister said that she must save the eldest lady." Bier said that the news came one by one.

I informed Su Yueming.

"Where is the eldest lady?" Su Yueming asked.

"Somehow, this happened to the eldest lady, but the eldest lady was gone. I heard that the Prime Minister was still angry about this."

"Oh." Su Yueming nodded lightly. At this moment, she didn't seem to be interested in Su Baixi's affairs.

This battle has hurt the eldest lady, and the truth about Su Qingru's tragic death that year has been revealed, and the seventh concubine has disappeared because of this. The old lady and Su Buqing have lost patience with the eldest lady.

If she was not wrong, the eldest lady had basically come to an end this time.

What she is thinking now is-

She spread her hands and put the small porcelain bottle that Su Buqing gave her in her hand. It is said that the bottle contains the love medicine.

"Miss Three, the King of the North Court is invited." It seemed as if she knew she was thinking about him. At this time, Murong Canghai sent Ying Lie to come and call her to go.

"Wait for a moment, you go back to the King of North Courtyard, and I will arrive later." She put the small porcelain bottle back into her sleeve and said.

After changing his clothes, he heard a flute before he could say anything.

Only the ancient and elegant silver notes were heard sliding down the sound of the flute. The sound was like water, flowing slowly and slowly. When you listen carefully, it seemed to be filled with a gurgling sadness.

Su Yueming pushed open the gate of the courtyard and saw a dark purple figure standing under the pear tree in the courtyard. It was slender, cold and hard, arrogant, and unwilling tolerate the world.

The morning mist had not yet melted, and the mist was lingering, and white petals lingered around him, as if there was a fairy spirit rising.

She didn't expect that a man like Murong Canghai would have such leisure and elegance.

She stepped forward and did not startle him. Instead, she walked aside, raised her hand to pick a crystal clear pear blossom and placed it in her palm.

There was a dewdrop hidden in the petals. She opened her lips slightly and put the pear blossom between her lips.

Such a pure and flawless flower actually has a bitter feeling.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and in that hazy light, she seemed to see the old time again.

"You are here." Xiao Sheng stopped. He turned around, looked at her, and asked, as if he had known that she would definitely come.

She raised her eyes and looked at him. The two of them intertwined in the air, as if they were a hundred years away.

"Yes, I'm here," she said.

The wind blew, and the white petals fell like snow, falling between the hair, on the lapel, and in the palm of the hand...