Chapter 621: Feng Lintian (twenty-four)

The smile in Nie Wushuang's eyes gradually became cold. Yan Qiu knelt on the ground, and she regretted it as soon as she said it, her heart was cold and cold. She only knew that she had made a big mistake. She lowered her body silently and did not dare to look at Nie Wushuang again.
For a long time, a sigh sighed overhead. Nie Wushuang raised her, a pair of deep beautiful eyes looked at Yan Qiu's clear young eyes. She smiled faintly, but it was only two or eight years old, so tender and full of longing for love.
"How old are you Yanqiu?" She asked.
"Slave fifteen." Yan Qiu saw Nie Wushuang not punished, grateful in her heart, and quickly answered.
"Very old." Nie Wushuang smiled lightly: "This palace doesn't blame you. When anyone has a man who should fall in love with a man who shouldn't, just think about it. The man you love is Not really sincere. "
There was a deep rush in her eyes: "You are still young and you can't misplace a true heart."
Yan Qiu felt relieved and thanked: "The slaves thanked the queen mother."
Nie Wushuang smiled slightly: "Remember, people in the palace are not so simple on the surface, you have a more special identity as a former female officer. You must pay more attention to everything you say and do."
These remarks are only what Nie Wushuang usually taught the palace people, but somehow, Yan Qiu heard today with a different meaning. She is an imperial maid and is the closest to the center of Yingying's power!
She shivered in her heart and wanted to ask again, but saw that Nie Wushuang had slowly entered the curtain.
Yan Qiu returned to his residence, and Ji Qiu Zheng took a piece of silk cloth to his body with a gesture of joy: "Good or bad, Yan Qiu?"
Yan Qiu only felt that he was drowsy in his head, and couldn't raise any interest. She glanced at the piece of silk, it was indeed very beautiful.
"Where did this come from?" She asked weakly.
For a long time, Jiu Qiu said eloquently, "There is a sister who is going to leave the house. She gave it to me before leaving. Would you like to cut a piece to make a skirt?"
Yan Qiu looked at Ji Qiu getting the excited face of the new satin, and sighed: "What if you make a skirt? You can't wear it out. In the palace, we can only wear the clothes of female officials."
She pointed to a palace dress on her body.
Ji Qiu saw her sullen and dejected, "Missing. I don't like pulling down. He said it was only for me, and I kindly wanted to share you ..." she mumbled aside.
Yan Qiu covered her head in bed and simply wanted to fall asleep. Today, in order to make Jing Jing's sudden confession, she has almost exhausted all her mind, and almost said a more momentous moment before the Queen.
"Hey, what did King Jing say to you today?" As soon as the quilt was lifted off, Ji Qiu's curious face appeared above her.
Yan Qiu's heart was empty, and she was indifferent: "Nothing, that is, asking how to get out of the palace. He ... what else can he say?"
Ji Qiu's face was full of curiosity and excitement: "But I see the two of you ... not the same!" She laughed grinfully.
Yan Qiu's face flushed, and she hurriedly turned her sideways: "What nonsense. I have nothing to do with King Jing!"
Ji Qiuwan came to her heart and teased her: "It's nothing, I think you blushed like red paper at that time, your head was lowered to your feet, Jing Wang ... haha, just staring look……"
Before she finished speaking, Yan Qiu jumped up and chased her all over the house, and chuckled and chuckled and kept sending Qi Qiu angrily and said, "Call you bullshit, call you ..."
The two were arguing, and the girl's sorrow in Yan Qiu's heart gradually dissipated, and on the dark blue sky outside the house, a bright full moon hung, and it was another day to pass ...
...
A solitary bamboo forest in the outskirts of Beijing was dark. A carriage stopped, and the driver hung a dim light on the side of the carriage, which seemed to be waiting for someone. There was wind blowing in the bamboo forest, like Haitao's voice. After a while of incense, a dark shadow came to the carriage and knelt down, "Master Qi, find it."
"What was found?" A lazy, cold voice sounded inside the carriage.
The dark shadow looked around, and handed something in his arms to the man in the carriage. For a long time, the man in the carriage smiled sneerly: "Ok, as expected."
"Master, what should we do next?" Heiying knelt and waited for instructions.
"Imagine a way to give these things to the person in the palace, and let him give them to the person who deserves them." The voice in the carriage gave a slight pause: "That person will know how to do it."
"Yes!" Hei Ying took away the good stuff, and as soon as he turned around, he had disappeared without trace.
The wind blew, moving the curtains, as if who were in the car. For a long time, a sigh sighed out of the carriage, and the sound was slightly exhausted: "Asi, do you say I did this right?"
The coachman pressed the bucket on his head, his voice was low: "The master will follow whatever he wants."
"Asi ..." He sighed vaguely. "Let's go."
"Where to go?" The coachman named Asi asked.
"Lu Yang." The voice came from the carriage, as if the wind was blowing across the water, there was no trace.
"Yes." Asi responded, turned the horse's head, and slowly drove the carriage into the darkness.
...
The assassination of the King of Chu was suppressed by Nie Wushuang, and the courtiers who knew it knew the sensitivity of the matter and did not dare to discuss it arbitrarily. Beijing Zhaozhaofu Ilianli cooperated with the forbidden army to trace the poor clues all the way, but did not find any more useful news.
"This is naturally undetectable." In the Royal Study Room, Xiao Fengxi sat on the throne and said to Nie Wushuang aside.
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