Seeing Qiao Yan, I dare not persuade him to arrange it again.
Since she was a child, she has always been close to Shiyan. She knows what this Lord is, and she dares to provoke and dare not obey.
Looking at the carved window from the poem, it is particularly warm and delicate, like a beautiful woman’s eyebrows, strings and moonshine. There is a layer of rage floating on her face, and the moonlight reflects the ink-colored eyes and a slightly chilly smile slides over her face.
Don’t blame me for being ruthless when you are away from Yun Qing.
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In the middle of the night, even in the bustling center, there is still a cold wind and a white arm stretched out next to the fence in the Geji Courtyard to attract guests to laugh and talk to Maggie.
The general’s mansion was deserted at night, except for the occasional patrol, when soldiers stepped on the bluestone floor and made noises, everything was horribly quiet.
In the small courtyard, the green trees near the water are embroidered, but they have not yet shown a lush posture. They are obliquely picking a thin green in early spring to decorate the clear day in the pane.
The night is with smoky crystal, crisp texture and ethereal fragrance, as if the flickering light in the deep sea vaguely indicates the direction. The charming green curtain slowly rolls up. When the background is painted with six screens, the banks of the vast river are reeds that fluctuate like snow-white winds and waves.
In front of the screen, Yunwan of Luohan bed is dressed in a complicated purple dress with a green jade hairpin at the head, painted with exquisite goose yellow face makeup, which is quite glamorous.
Pick up a silver needle and fiddle with the sandalwood in the incense burner. Every move does not reveal her general style.
In the night, a maid dressed in a pink palace costume came in a hurry. As soon as she entered the door, she knelt on her own and bowed her eyes respectfully. "Miss Er Huang Fei is here."
"Oh?" It’s not true. Yi Yunwan sipped her mouth thoughtfully. Is it a big deal to come to her at midnight? From poetry, there are few doors to find her. After all, her identity is different now, and she is also afraid of being left with something. She also asked her to come less before it was no big deal.
I didn’t think much about her elegant putting aside the silver needle in my hand. When I was about to get up from the embroidered pad to see what was going on, I saw a figure coming from the door with a triple overlapping crimson collar and a loose green ripple dragging behind her skirt.
Step by step closer to the poem, Yun Wan’s elegant charm seems to dissipate as the distance shortens. Anger secretly rejoices, love but not sorrow. Her face is turned away from her. Leng Yue may not be as cold as her face.
As she walked through the door, Yun Wan got up and asked, "What’s going on? See, you’re in a bad mood. Is something wrong? " Said the face also can’t help but swept a few silk surprise.
From the poem did not immediately answer the question of cloud wan calmly ordered everyone around "you give me more retreat 69 Chapter 69 plot (3)
Waited on the handmaids around, looked at each other and looked at their own masters.
Cloud wan twist twist eyebrow waved for a moment.
The handmaids were relieved to go out. After all, although they are imperial concubines, they are the Lord but Yun Wan.
It was not until Yunwan, the last maid to go out, asked, "Now that I’m gone, why don’t you tell me?"
Said the end of the tea light gently took a sip of his.
From the poem, I went back and said, "It’s really sinister."
"A sinister heart is no match for kicking down the ladder." Yun Wan sneered at the meaning of this sentence.
Ling Ran, the poet’s hand, punched out the black tea that had not been collected on the table with a flick of her sleeves, adding a few angry words to her face. "Yun Wan, with the friendship between our sisters for more than two years, you must help me. Today, I was assassinated by Yun Qing. She pretended to jump into the lake to frame me. Now the temple doesn’t believe me, but she also ignores me. She even wants to kill me. Now I am at odds with Yun Qing!"
Yun wan was startled by the sudden arrival of the poem, but her face was still so indifferent and stopped. After listening to the words from the poem, she smiled sweeter. "Oh? I see. I also think it’s a big deal. It’s not good to be so angry about this little thing and hurt yourself. "
I also want to find out what the great event is in such a hurry when I left the poem at night. It turned out that I was just calculated by Yun Qing, but these two imperial concubines are really impatient.
But it’s all right. I was worried about leaving Yun-ching before, but now that they have formed a hatred, isn’t it her own to benefit?
I didn’t expect that the four imperial concubines were so wily and ruthless that even their own sisters dared to frame them. It seems that I really underestimated this man before.
Hear cloud wan so gas set leisure from poetry a little surprised Liao a sleeve pendulum sitting opposite her a little dissatisfied way "cloud wan you this is such a thing? How can you be so carefree now when you used to say such vicious words and want to steal the four temples from Li Yunqing? Me, too, is really white today. It’s not easy to get away from Yun Qing. "
Really buhaore, although she also wondered why Li Yunqing would become like this. I’ve never really seen her as sweet as she is today.
"If you want to succeed, you must calm down first so that you can see through the poem. Sister Shi Yan is too impatient to be caught by the four imperial concubines, and then you look like this today." Yun Wan’s soft voice coaxed her to pick up the handkerchief and wipe off the table before she fell out of the poem. The tea cup dripped out of turn. "Sister Shi Yan can rest assured that with our friendship, how can I let you be wronged? Four imperial concubine today so to you someday I will help you get it back. "
"If you ask?" From the poem, I urgently asked a pair of eyes to look at the person in front of me and hope to see something from her eyes.
Cloud wan is not in a hurry to end up the table teapot picked up two cups to two cups of tea to push one cup away from the poem before easy way "son month will accompany the queen mother back to the city, then you will go to the four imperial palace with me to apologize to the four imperial concubines first 7 Chapter 7 plot (4)
"What?" From the poem said surprised has picked up the tea lamp hand suddenly put out again "you let me apologize to that little bitch from Yun Qing? This ….. how is this possible? I can’t wait to kill her to get rid of my hatred! "
Yun wan looked at the red face with anger from the poem and smiled "poof". "Knowing yourself and knowing yourself can win every battle. Now you and the four imperial concubines will be bad for us! If you really want revenge, you must first get rid of the four imperial concubines’ fear of you, so I’m afraid it won’t work. Remember just hold your horses. "
Smell speech from the original poem also excited trembling body suddenly eased to put aside wood a few hands slightly clenched a cloud wan’s remarks also feel very reasonable and nodded "You’re right, now I’m under siege, if I can let Yun Qing get rid of my scruples, it really doesn’t do us any harm."
After thinking about it, she felt a little difficult. She looked up and touched her temples blankly. "But now the temple has grounded me in the courtyard and won’t let me out of the house. Today, I am not so lucky to sneak out while it is dark."
Yun Wan gave a light smile and drank the tea slowly. "I’ll pick you up at the imperial palace, and then the second emperor will give my dad and brother a poor face even if he doesn’t give it to me. Don’t forget that I’m a woman but also a general’s office."
From the poem, my eyebrows are beaming. "Yun Wan is smarter than me, and you are afraid that you can’t cope with Li Yunqing." Say that Lang smiled and took a table with pride. "Hum! From Yun Qing, but you forced me. I don’t want to do this. "
Looking at the expression of Yun Wan, who is sometimes proud and sometimes fierce, she can’t help but feel condescension in her heart. This poem is really a fool, and she has helped her by herself.