Chapter 630: What can I do if I can't ask for it?

Nan Yan laughed and said softly: "Ms. Cheng is an imperial concubine, a woman of the emperor. If I kill you, I will apologize for my life."
Cheng Zaixi heard her say this, her fear a little less.
Yes, she is the imperial concubine, no matter how bold Nan Yan is, how can she dare to murder the emperor's woman?
She panted, the begging in her eyes disappeared, and she was about to regain her high-pitched posture, but she felt a sudden pain in her lower back!
She slowly lowered her head.
The dagger pierced her lower abdomen.
The blood oozes and gradually dyes her palace dress red.
She was bent like a bow, her fingertips trembling, and she gently hugged her belly.
Nan Yan pulled out the dagger.
She tilted her head and smiled more freely: "It's a pity, I'm not afraid to apologize for my life."
As if afraid that the knife didn't stab Cheng Zaixi to death, she gave her twice again viciously.
Cheng Zaixi was covered in blood.
She stared at Nan Yan closely and kept backing up until she finally fell to the ground with all her strength.
The blood flowed from her wound, dyeing the blue brick beneath her crimson.
Her skirts spread out, her eyes staring loosely at the veranda beam.
Nan Yan stood there, her voice indifferent: "In the past, you sold me into the kiln. I will never forget this account. Cheng Zaixi, you died in my hands tonight, and I was relieved."
She turned her dagger, and was about to go upstairs to find Nan Baoyi to settle her accounts. She remembered the grandmothers with big waists, thought for a moment, put the dagger away and turned away.
Several old mothers were out of breath as they climbed the stairs of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Finally climbed to the top floor, already sitting on the ground with exhaustion, gasping for breath.
When they finally had enough rest, they beat their waists and picked up the key given by Song Rou to open the brass lock.
Pushing open the door, the strong scent of wine rushed into his face.
In the quaintly decorated bookstore, there are countless wine jars overturned.
The spirits flowed all over the ground, and the palace lanterns looked like gold.
The young girl in a black woven gold peony skirt was sitting barefoot on the book table and pouring wine into her mouth with her head up. The crystal clear liquor rolled down her neck, soaking a large part of her clothes.
The mothers looked at each other.
Nan Baoyi smashed the wine jar, raised scarlet drunk eyes, his consciousness was so clear: "I hurt Chu Huainan's eyes, are you sent by Song Rou to punish me?"
The mothers nodded subconsciously and shook their heads hurriedly.
The headed maternal grandmother said with a stern face, and said with majesty: "Ms. Nan, the empress is kind, not only does not care about your charge of stabbing the emperor, but even promotes you to the position of concubine, you should be grateful. You behave vulgarly and gather together. Gambling, drinking and smoking, I am here to train you."
"Teach me?"
Nan Baoyi tilted his head and smiled.
She smiled and jumped off the bookcase, staggered to the middle of the old mothers, stretched out her hair bun, and poked at the mother's cheeks, but the group of old mothers were not angry. light.
She leaned against the door, and rolled her thin white fingertips over the thin pipe: "When I tried to compare the rules of the palace with Shuli, you guys still don't know where to wash the pail, and you can also train me?"
"Huh!" The old mother sneered and slowly rolled up her sleeves. "At this time and then at that time, the girl was the fiancee of Prince Jing, but now the girl is just a lingering dog in the palace. The master wants to fight. Are you beating you so you can talk nonsense?"
Several other old mothers also showed their original fierce features.
Nan Baoyi just sneered watching them take out pins and other punishments.
She pointed to the opposite window: "Look, Empress Empress."
Several grandmothers were shocked, and quickly put on a respectful face, and respectfully blessed their bodies to please peace.
But here is the top floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there is a hundred feet in the air outside the window, how could Song Rou be traced!
They realized that they had been tricked, and hurriedly looked at Nan Baoyi angrily.
Nan Baoyi has gently and skillfully covered the fan.
She hung up a brass lock from the outside, pierced the Goryeo paper pasted on the grid, and beckoned to the old mamas, "I'm leaving!"
Mothers: "..."
They were actually locked here!
Angry to explode!
"Bitch, open the door!"
"Little wave hoof, let me wait out!"
"Let me wait to teach you what is respect and inferiority and rules!"
They shook the door desperately, clamoring for Nan Baoyi to let them out.
Nan Baoyi came up with alcohol, his face flushed, and he played with the fan in a leisurely manner, admiring: "It's a palace thing, it's pretty solid, hehe!"
Ignoring the curse in the study room, she slowly took out the fire fold from her arms and lowered her head to light a cigarette.
The tobacco has a bitter and sweet taste.
The girl took a deep breath of cigarette, squinted her eyes and raised her head, gently exhaling the smoke ring.
The lights are circulating.
Her side face is white and tender and delicate, her eyelashes are mottled, her slightly opened red lips are hidden in the smoke, and she is lined with a black skirt, which is decadent and delicate.
She looked down.
The liquor slowly flowed out from under the fan and wet her embroidered shoes.
This was the spirit she asked the West Factory to come to. It was almost burnt in the fire. It was originally intended to be used against Chu Huainan.
She stepped back two steps, knocked the fan with a thin gold pipe, drunk and cursed: "A group of old godly women, you are the hooves, you are the slut! The dog minion who is bullying and afraid of hardship, Song Rou's dog legs, do it alive. What, die here!"
The burning soot shook off to the ground.
They fell into the liquor, but in an instant, the pool of liquor suddenly burned!
The fire was flourishing.
The nurses in the room were so frightened that they threw the door and screamed, and the cursing gradually turned into pleading.
Nan Baoyi turned a deaf ear.
She bent down and picked up a jar of wine by the door, and staggered down the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
Tonight is full of stars.
Nan Baoyi staggered out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
Hundred-foot tall buildings burned blazingly behind her, and the palace people exclaimed, "The water is running out", and drove them to put out the fire in groups carrying wooden barrels.
...
"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is in trouble?!"
In the Imperial Study Room, Song Rou was taking care of Chu Huainan. Hearing the report from the maid, her face was distorted with anger: "Nan Baoyi did it again? She is in the harem, can't she stop for a while?!"
Song Rou is the queen, and she can only hurried over to investigate such a big incident in the palace.
Chu Huainan on the couch slowly opened his eyes.
Buddhist Scripture Pavilion...
This is where he really took the initiative to Xiaojun, and she was willing to burn it.
He was also afraid that Song Rou would be unfavorable to Nan Baoyi, so he stood up and ordered: "Put the Tibetan scripture pavilion."
When Chu Huainan found Nan Baoyi, the young girl was lying in front of a side hall not far from the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
The palace lanterns under the eaves were old, she was drunk on the bluestone steps, the woven gold skirt was scattered like flowers, the crow hair was like silk, the wine jar at her feet was poured, and the liquor wetted her embroidered shoes.
He palmed the lamp and slowly approached.
The little girl who fell asleep disappeared from the fierceness and publicity in the daytime, and only squeamishness and sadness remained between her eyes. Maybe she missed Xiao Yi in her sleep, right?
Chu Huainan stretched out his fingertips and slowly wiped her eyebrows.
His eyes were deep, and he muttered, "I can't ask for it, what can I do for it?"
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The next day.
When Nan Baoyi woke up, she found...
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Brother 2 will be back tomorrow