MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 182
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Man frowned, something flashed in his mind, and he couldn't catch it. I always felt that there were many things that seemed to be closely related in the dark, but it was impossible to speak for a moment, and it was a little confused.
Mark Xiang said: "I don't know where the forces came from. I only know that my task is to look like a young woman who is Xuan Jiantian's youngest, and kill him while he is unprepared."
"Why kill him?" If it were the Lord of the world, maybe he would want to destroy everyone who might threaten his world, but there is no master in this world. If you want to capture the world, why should you kill such a handsome man who fought for the world? Not even willing to try.
Henxiang shook her head. "I only act on orders. The host never tells us why."
After seeing him again and again, he couldn't ask anything, so he focused his thoughts and tried to sort out his thoughts. Starting from those conspiracies one year ago, it seems that everything is aimed at the worry-free, what is the deep hatred between the host and the worry-free? In other words, he hated the Lintian royal family?
"Did you just say ... spreading rumors of white-haired demon evil, is that what you did?" Manxi asked suddenly.
Mark Xiang nodded: "The storyteller in the teahouse is a person from Heaven's Gate."
It's weird when the Manmei peaks are frozen! The incident of the white-haired demon evil was found to have been spread intentionally by the former prime minister in collusion with the Northern Dynasties. Fu Zhao's resentment against Heaven's Gate is so deep that she will never cooperate with them anymore. Besides the letter from the former Prime Minister's House, she could not think of anyone else who could use Fu's seal at will. What is the connection between the host and the Empress of the Northern Dynasty?
Reminiscently a year ago, a scene in an unknown lane where martial arts masters were everywhere, she and the "mad woman" with a scar on that side used each other to achieve their respective goals, and soon afterwards, Fu was transmitted According to the news that the queen mother is still alive, it is said that queen mother Fu was left scarred by fire burns on her face, and she was unconscious. Could she be the same person she met?
Manxian was shocked. If that was the case, wouldn't Queen Mother Fu be crazy? Why did she do this? For so many years, she knew that Fu Cai was her son, but she didn't go to him, so he kept living in hatred ...
Manyu was immersed in her thoughts, and suddenly there were footsteps outside, she was shocked and almost forgot the business. Busy whispered, "Take her down first."
Mask man frowned, "Madam, your safety ..."
"Rest assured, I have my own measure." Manxi heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Take her away."
The masked man clicked on the fragrant acupoint, picked her up with one arm, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the vast night.
The palace of the king of Cangzhong is not far away from the royal study. At this time, the royal study is piled up with mountains. Tables, chairs, floors, everywhere.
Ning Qianyi dumped his shoes and stepped on the thick memorial. He had never hated these plays so much, as well as those courtiers and women who once had Cheng Chenghuan. Since taking the throne, he has been thinking about the National News Agency, but this time, he wanted to marry a beloved woman as his own will. However, he was not only rejected by the beloved woman, but also forced by these people.
He sat down on the floor covered with zigzags, grabbed the memorial at hand, and threw it out toward the door.
The one who was about to report the incident was too scared to hear the sound, and hurried to kneel at the door, and halfway Fang yelled: "The king, the concubine maid ... has been sent to the king's palace."
Ning Qianyi's dark brows frowned, and the black eyes lifted up. He heard the word Concubine and never felt tender again. After these three days of tumult and noise, his formerly cheerful face was full of aversion. It was the woman who, relying on his past love for her, united the harem concubine in front of his palace door. Don't think he knew nothing. He closed his lips tightly, staring at the **** in the doorway, silent.
Standing on the side of the palace, the head of the palace guard Li Wu saw that his face was not good, and then said to the **** at the door, "The king already knows, you can step back."
The people outside the door responded in a hurry.
Ning Qianyi turned to look at this guard who has been emotionally friend-like for many years. He thought about it and asked, "Well, is it a good monarch?"
Li Wu didn't understand why he asked such a question suddenly, but seeing that he looked serious, he nodded without hesitation, admiring with respect: "The king first puts the country and the people first, and is the most sacred monarch in the world."
Ning Qianyi laughed slightly at himself and asked, "Well, isn't that a gentleman?"
Li Wu still nodded without hesitation, and smiled: "The king is bright and clear, and certainly a gentleman."
Suddenly, Ning Qianyi's frank eyes became distant and profound. He was as deep as a dark bottomless hole, and he opened his mouth again. The hearty spirit in his voice disappeared and replaced by the deepness in his thinking. You do n’t want to be a gentleman again, you do n’t want to be a gentleman again, you ... but you will treat you sincerely as before? Will the ministers be as loyal to you as ever? My people in the dusty country will Will I support you as always? If you are going to fight against Lintian Kingdom in the future because of your selfishness, you will definitely lose? "
The bold smile condensed on Liwu's face, he froze, and the king meant ... he was startled in his heart, and he was busy, "Don't you have called your concubine to sleep?"
"What is it?" The woman, if he could, he didn't want to touch it now.
Liwu seemed to understand Wang's mind, and he frowned anxiously, "King, you ... think twice!"
"Don't even agree with you?" Ning Qianyi's voice was deeply lonely, with an expression that seemed abandoned by everyone.
Li Wu busily said: "The minister thinks that the king can stay in the palace, but the harem is scattered ... It is really too serious!"
He also wanted to keep her like that, but even if he had scattered his harem, he couldn't keep her. If he kept the three thousand concubines in this harem, how could he expect her to stay? Ning Qianyi's eyes were dimmed. Since the difference one year ago, she has become a dream that he can never reach, and this dream is now in front of him, but he still cannot touch it.
Ning Qianyi leaned back to the desk case behind him, waved his hand at Li Wu, as if exhausted, his voice was low and exhausted, "You go out, hold alone for a while."
Li Wu exited silently, and although he was worried, he believed that the wisdom of the king would definitely make him think clearly.
The door of the Imperial Study Room was closed, blocking the dark sky from the thick door, and the light inside the room was bright and dazzling, shining yellow to the ground, trapped in the center like a woven shackle of responsibility.
He picked up the memorial and looked at them one by one. From the table to the ground, every time he read them, his heart sank.
After the third round, the Royal Study was even more messy. He stood up from the ground full of music, his legs were a little numb.
"Come here, clean up."
"Yes."
Ning Qianyi looked at the dark sky outside the door, raised his chest, raised his head and exhaled a sigh of relief, as if determined to head for the palace.
The sky was dark and deeper.
Inside the Cangzhong king's palace, the woman was quietly lying on a two-meter square dragon bed made of rosewood, looking sideways at the sight, and looking at the deep purple-black rosewood at the edge of the bed under the soft light. Showing a satin-like luster, the pure cyan floor tiles on the floor are covered with soft carpets made of beast fur, forming a different kind of luxury. This dormitory is not like other palaces. There is no curtain drape except the bed veil. The interior is simple, the lines are clear, the space is spacious but not empty, and it feels like the owner of this room. atmosphere.
She has been lying on this bed with her eyes open for more than a few hours. On the low cabinet beside the bed, there are clothes worn by the palace maid for the concubine's concubine in the morning, and gorgeous and complicated patterns are embroidered on the rose cloth. , Were neatly stacked. She raised her eyes and looked at the four court ladies standing in the house in an orderly manner. She couldn't help but frown slightly. After three changes, Ning Qianyi returned to the future. She can wait, but I'm afraid someone can't wait.
Just then, the guard's voice came from outside the palace: "King!"
With the sound, the door was opened, Ning Qianyi strode in, and the sleeves of the walking room were fluttered, and the sound of footsteps sounded impetuous. He walked quickly to the bed and looked at the familiar face of the woman tightly wrapped in a blanket on the bed. In his eyes, there was no tenderness and longing in the past. Instead, he was deliberately suppressed by depression and mania, and seemed to be trying to resist The desire to throw her out = desire.
The woman froze slightly, seeing that Ning Qianyi was in a bad mood today, and saw that his eyes seemed to be rushing with flames, and she could not scream, and wanted him to retire the maid, but it was too late to speak. The floor fluttered, and with a big hand raised, she was about to lift the blanket on her. She was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly raised her hand to grab it.
"Wait a minute." She hurriedly hurriedly. Without an inch on his body, how could he let it go like this? And this person is not someone else, it is Yi Rongcheng's concubine who was carried over. In her eyes, Ning Qianyi has always been a modest gentleman, frank and bright, never thinking that this would be the case when he got along with his concubine. 2k novel reading network
