Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

After telling Zike to rest, Qingyun walked to the table and sat down. She picked up the wine bottle on the table and was about to pour the wine. A slender white hand stopped her: "You have a cold constitution and it is not easy to drink strong alcohol."

As she said that, Mo Xuan conjured up a small and exquisite wine flask from nowhere and filled the wine glass in front of her: "Xue Ning Lu is mild in nature, so just drink it."

He picked up the wine glass and smelled it. The elegant and pleasant aroma of the wine came to his nostrils. He took a sip and found that it was sweet and pure, with a faint taste of snowflakes. Qingyun praised: "Good wine."

That night she was only busy interacting with the courtiers, but she didn't taste the snow condensation.

A shallow and erratic smile appeared on Mo Xuan's lips. This was brewed by him personally for her, combining snowflakes from the far north peak and various precious medicinal materials.

"Princess Yongle has decided to obey the wishes of the noble concubine?" Seeing Qingyun nodded with pity on his face, Mo Xuan turned his eyes and looked at the cold moonlight in the dark night: "Don't worry, the emperor and the Han family will not agree."

Looking at the night sky like Mo Xuan, Qing Yun said clearly: "Actually, it's not a bad thing for Zhi Lan to marry into the Han family. The Taifu and the Han family have a clear distinction between public and private affairs. I believe they will treat Zhi Lan and Mr. Han well, even though they can't get in touch with each other. Many, but I believe he is a kind-hearted person. What I am worried about is Zhilan. She never has the heart to hurt anyone, but now she is trapped in the dilemma of loyalty and filial piety. How cruel is it for her?"

"How are you sure Mr. Han is a kind-hearted person?" Mo Xuan said quietly: "You know, a person who has been sick since birth, a person who has been sentenced to death, will inevitably have resentment and even a distorted mentality."

"He won't."

"Because he saved you?"

"No. It's my intuition."

I still remember that year, in the charming Manzhusha Huazhong, the ten-year-old boy looked at the five-year-old girl chasing butterflies with a smile, his smile was clean and bright.

"My minister Han Mingji has met the Ninth Princess, Ninth Princess Jin An!"

From then on, the two of them would meet each other unexpectedly, but they would just look at each other and pass by with a smile.

After not hearing Qingyun speak for a long time, Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, then looked back at the moon and looked at her beside him.

Her long hair was flying in the wind, and her expression was far away, maybe she thought of something happy. Her dark eyes like blue waves were filled with a touch of warmth, and the cold moonlight shone lightly, like a fairy from the Yao Palace coming to earth, pure and charming, and people's hearts yearned for it. .

On the other side, the imperial concubine who rushed to Changle Palace after hearing the news stared at Zhi Lan: "What is she here for?"

Waving her hand to signal the maids to leave, Zhi Lan helped her mother sit down at the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, then said, "Sister Yun said she hadn't seen her for several days, so she wanted to come and see her daughter. "

"Really?" Seeing Zhi Lan nodding, her delicate face as calm and calm as usual, the imperial concubine said nothing more although she was doubtful.

Secretly glancing at her mother, who had a gentle expression on her face, Zhilan hesitated for a while and said carefully: "Concubine, my daughter has something to ask for."

"explain."

"I beg you, Concubine Mu, to forget the past grudges, let Sister Yun go, and Concubine Mu, let yourself go, okay?"

"How reckless!" She suddenly threw the tea cup in her hand at Zhi Lan. The unprepared Zhi Lan was hit on the forehead by the tea cup. Blood instantly overflowed from the wound, slid across her fair cheeks, and dripped on her crescent white dress. The imperial concubine said sternly. Said: "Did that bitch ask you to say that?"

Ignoring the pain on her forehead, Zhilan knelt down in front of the imperial concubine: "Sister Yun didn't say anything, it was my daughter's wish."

"Don't even think about trying to make me forget your grudges!" The imperial concubine slammed the door and left, and ordered the maid not to let Zhi Lan step out of the palace door.

Looking at the closed palace door, Zhi Lan slumped to the ground, tears falling silently.

At the same time, the Prime Minister was sitting alone in the study, his face looking cold and cold.

It's obvious that these incidents are all aimed at him. Who dares to go against him?