Chapter 634: Feng Lintian (37)

After she scolded, she made another mistake. She looked around the door of the room, and then quickly closed the door, pulling out a porcelain bottle from the bag. How to do it? How was the task he commanded accomplished? She was just a female officer still serving, and the last time she secretly went to the Yushufang to spy on the news and was seen by Nie Hou, I'm afraid she was a suspicious person in Nie Hou's heart.
How to do? Ji Qiu's palms were so cold and sweaty that she couldn't even do this little thing. How did she get ahead?
She thought about it, her eyes glanced across the room, and finally her eyes set on the dresser, the boxes of rouge gouache ...
Got it! There was a venomous cold light in her eyes.
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In the early morning of the next day, Yan Qiu got up early and was about to comb her hair and wash her face. As soon as she looked up, she found that Qiu Qi was well-groomed and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Yan Qiu remembered the argument last night and smiled at her reluctantly: "You get up so early."
Ji Qiu smiled, took the water and poured water into her tub. "Yeah, it was a bit sultry last night, so I got up and groomed in the morning. Anyway, I was not on duty this afternoon and could sleep for a while."
Yan Qiu watched her benevolent behavior, remembering the indifference to her these days, guilty in her heart: "Then send Qiu's sister at noon today to rest."
Jiu Qiu's clear eyes were all pure smiles: "Sister Yan Qiu, hurry up and freshen up, or wait until it's too late to let me punish!"
Yan Qiu looked at the hour and quickly nodded and groomed. Ji Qiu sat aside and looked at it with a slight smile. When Yan Qiu cleaned up, she followed her to the Ganlu Temple as usual.
Yan Qiu was a female officer who waited for Nie Hou to comb her hair. The rouge gouache was picked and prepared a day earlier, then she took it from her hand, and then picked the appropriate makeup according to the mood of the queen of the day. Ji Qiu was still a female officer, and after waiting for Nie Wushuang to change clothes, she retreated.
Seeing that Yan Qiu was choosing rouge, blending her hair balm, and soaking flowers, she went forward with curiosity: "Sister Yan Qiu, what a scent, what kind of flower is this?"
Yan Qiu was attentive and was startled by her sudden voice. The golden spoon dug in her hand fell into the shaving water, and the water splashed into her eyes.
Yan Qiu said "Oops" and covered her eyes. Ji Qiu quickly dried her, nervous: "Is it okay? Blame me! Blame me!"
Yan Qiu quickly wiped her face and looked around. The various female officials in the hall were dressed in order for Nie Wushuang and the emperor. After the heavy curtains, the emperor and the emperor whispered softly. Although they could not understand what they said, they felt warm for no reason.
Yan Qiu shook her head: "It's all right. Wait for the queen mother to comb her hair, you go down first."
Ji Qiu looked at a wet piece on her chest, and her guilt was faintly revealed on her face: "Sister Yan Qiu blame me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be so embarrassed. Let me help you. You can do it."
Yan Qiu looked at the guilt in her eyes, her heart softened: "Well, help me to smell this ..." she said slowly. Ji Qiu listened carefully.
At this moment, she closed her tent and whispered, "The queen lady is about to comb her hair. Come on!"
Yan Qiu hurriedly went in, holding soaked water. Ji Qiu began to sort the bottles and jars as she instructed, and when no one was around, she took the porcelain bottle out of her sleeve tremblingly and quickly dropped a few drops into the flower paste.
All this last night, she looked around in guilty conscience, and then she took a long breath.
Yan Qiu combed his head for Nie Wushuang and turned out the curtain, but saw that Qiu Qi had disappeared. She murmured, "This girl doesn't know where she went."
Ji Qiu hurried out of the Ganlu Hall and walked into the Royal Garden, which really relieved her. The porcelain bottle pinched in her long sleeves was hot because of the temperature of her palm. She sat on the rock, and then buried the porcelain bottle in fear under a tree.
I thought it would be so difficult. I didn't expect it to be so simple. After that, as long as she can drip the potion on time every day, by the time, it will be half as he said. Ji Qiubian wanted to feel that his heart was pounding, as if to jump out of his heart.
The sun had risen, and the wind was gradually rising. The cool wind had blown the cold sweat from her forehead, and she seemed to be startled at this moment: What is she doing? She was ... poisoning the queen!
She was shocked, and the poisoned queen would be dead if she was found out. She was trying to kill the family! !!
How to do? She thought that her face was pale and her hands were shaking unconsciously, but what should I do? It's done now, and it's too late to look back. Her hands trembled constantly, and a voice in her heart kept saying, No, no ...
But another voice turned into his gentle voice: "As long as you are willing, you will be the king's favorite concubine in the future ..."
Concubine! The identity she has never been able to match in her whole life is because she has been blessed for several years before she can become that person. From then on, she will eat and drink without worrying about, no longer kneeling on anyone, and no need to get up every day when it is not dawn. Her destiny is now in her own hands. Will she continue to be a lowly slave, or will she be a master? ...
No, she won't become a slave forever! She will succeed!
Thinking of it, she stood up quickly, took note of the tree in the porcelain vase today, and hurriedly turned away from the Royal Garden.
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Yan Qiu combed Nie Wushuang's hair carefully, and Nie Wushuang frowned suddenly: "How is today's flower paste different?"
When Yan Qiu heard it, she smiled, "Today, the slave has added a spiced spice, which is a cardamom that can soothe the nerves. The slave sees that the mother can't sleep well these days. So she made her own claim."
Nie Wushuang nodded with satisfaction, and Xiao Fengxuan looked at her with a smile on her jaw: "It is really pleasing to watch Shuanger comb his hair and even his face."

Moms and gentlemen, on the last third day, ask for a monthly pass! What, everybody!
Today, Bing is still very broken. The published manuscript is still more than 80,000 words, but the victory is in sight, ohh ...