Chapter 19 Mid-count

Night.

The stars are linger, the forest is a little, and the cold wind is even more cold.

A dilapidated house.

"The plan failed?" A deep sound in the dark adds to the loneliness and gloomy surroundings.

"Cluck--" responded with a light woman's laughter.

"No, on the contrary, it's very successful."

In the darkness, only the sharp light that flashed at that moment made people chill.

"..." The voice at that end disappeared.

It's just that the woman in the dark seems to know that the man will be confused. "Even if they meet, there are too many doubts between them, and they are buried in their hearts not to let the other party know, but they don't know that the destructive power caused by this will be greater.

He is suspicious of the dark ghost. Does he think that if he doesn't say it, it means nothing? Wait, the longer the backlog, the greater the power of counterattack. At that time, I'm really looking forward to what his expression will be!"

Almost crazy fanatical joy spreads all over the woman, as well as the uncontrollable hatred.

Even the man who just didn't speak felt the darkness of the woman's whole body.

Her eyes moved slightly, and there was only hatred left in her eyes. The fierce revenge on that person can make her feel a little happy.

He knows her, understands her, and loves her, but it is just a tool she uses for revenge. Although she never says anything, he should be willing to play this chess piece.

It's just that watching her sink into hatred day and night, empathize with her surging hatred, helping her revenge, and hating the people she hate, which seems to have become the meaning of his existence. And he has no regrets.

"Bearby the way, did you bring it?"

The woman suddenly turned to the man, and the darkness did not seem to take away her excellent night vision ability.

"Ye-huh." He nowed slightly, restrained himself, and threw out a heavy object.

The thing seemed to be wrapped, and one rolled down, exposing the wrapped person to the dim moonlight, motionless, like a dead corpse, but the slight ups and downs on his chest reminded the man that he was just in a coma.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Calculations the time, should we also visit the noble concubine in the palace?" She smiled softly and her tone was not clear.

"Do you want to give her to her?" He glanced at the woman on the ground and focused on the woman opposite again.

"The man I love most is a woman she hates so much, and what's more hateful is that she can't attack that woman. Do you think if we bring her someone to her, can we relieve her hatred a little?"

The woman strolled to the unconscious woman and squatted down. She vaguely saw her stretching out her hand and gently pick up her chin. She looked back and forth. Her eyes were shining, and then she smiled softly. "It looks good, but I don't know what it will be like in the hands of our rosefinch messengers?"

The hot eyes that hit her did not leave at all, and then he fixed his eyes on the face of the woman he had abducted. He frowned almost invisiblely and said lightly, "It's better to die than life."

Such a dark night, such cold words, made life shiver.

The woman seemed to be satisfied with his answer. She slowly got up and walked to the other side of the dark place. She listened to the squeak and estimated that she was already sitting in a chair.

"Is life better than death?" She pondered, word by word, as if she were talking about the wonderful words in the poem, and suddenly laughs.

"I'm really looking forward to it! She loves her slaves so much. If she sees the lifeless destruction of the guardian, do you think she will still want it?

She is sad, and he won't feel good either. It can't hurt him, but she can start from his weakness.

God, it's really fair.

The woman's words made the man frown. The extraordinary man...

"If they work together, it may be unfavorable to us." Leaving aside hatred, he admired her, the proud woman who dared to go to the appointment alone.

"Hand in hand? Do they still have a chance to work together?" The woman couldn't help laughing, as if she had heard some joke.

On his face, he suddenly turned viciously and said with a straight face, "The good drama has just been staged."

The tight joints made a "squeaky" sound, and her inexplicable words were even more thought-provoking...

The palace.

The imperial study.

Qi Che is dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a crown above his head, and his brilliance.

Standing in front of the dragon case, he leaned forward slightly behind his back with one hand, and flew with a pen in the back. Under the paperweight, on the white rice paper, a dancer in red leaps on the paper.

Long-sleeved lips are like blood, the diamond lips are slightly hooked like a smile, and the charming eyes are flowing with brilliance. The peerless beauty is just such an ear!

Yunshang's feather clothes dance is gentle, lifelike, just like a real person.

After completing the last stroke, he raised his hand and quietly looked at the feather fairy in the painting.

That's what she looked like that day. Everyone was infatuated with her and crazy about her, but she couldn't see it at all.

"Your Majesty, the noble concubine asks for a meeting."

A little eunuch in deep clothes bowed in and told him carefully. He didn't see a response for a long time. He looked up tremblingly, but saw the emperor standing there with a deep face.

My heart is tight, and I dare not squeak.

Although he has been with the emperor for some time, he still dares not speculate about the temperament of the new king. The husbands in the palace were dismissed, and even the most powerful Grandpa Xu heard that he accidentally fell into the lake a few months ago and went there.

And he was chosen to be on the side of the emperor because he acted cautiously. As the saying goes, "Accompanying you is like a tiger." It's better for him to be cautious.

"Let's announce it." Qi Che restrained his expression and said in a low voice.

Looking at the woman's sleeve stained with the ink drop that accidentally fell just now, he sank his eyes, pulled out the paper, and mercilessly tore it into pieces, and scattered the pieces of paper on the ground.

Nothing can destroy her beauty.

When Cheng Shishi came in, he saw that Qi Che had torn the paper into pieces and sprinkled it on the smooth black marble, which was in sharp contrast.

"Your Majesty-"

"Be careful!" Qi Che's sudden exclamation made Cheng Shishi stop in his throat, but his doubts calmed down because of his sentence "Don't step on them".

She is as careful as her. How can she not know that only things related to her will make him so concerned.

The torn painting is her, isn't it?

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the strong sour astringency in his heart, Cheng Shishi smiled and didn't care about the porcelain cup in his hand to avoid the shredded paper on the ground.

"I heard from Xiao Anzi that you haven't eaten since noon. I dared to ask the imperial dining room to prepare snow lotus porridge for you to taste. The emperor takes care of thousands of machines every day. Don't get tired of your body.

Cheng Shi's poetry jokes, gentle and gentle, every word reveals a woman's deep concern and love for her husband.

"Concubine Cheng has a heart. I'm not hungry. You go back." He replied without looking back, but his eyes looked at the memorial in his hand.

"Is it good for the emperor to eat these concubines and then leave?" Biting his lips, with a trace of humble hope in his earnestness.

"I don't want to say it again."

The action was stagnant, and there was a crack in the pretending smile. He lowered his eyes and looked lonely.

"Yes, my concubine left."

He was slightly blessed and covered his trembling thin body under the wide brocade suit. He looked deeply at the man who had not looked at her since he came in. Her husband turned his eyes and left.

He didn't take a few steps. "You don't have to come here in the future."

The corners of his mouth pulled out endless desolation and ridicule, "Yes."

Qi Che, no matter how hard I try, can't I replace that woman's position in your heart? In your heart, can't you really give me a trace of space?

Glory and wealth? Ha ha, that's not what I want!

Muyue Hall, the palace of Cheng Shishi, the favorite concubine of Emperor Chong of the Ming Dynasty, is more like a gorgeous cage at this time, but the canary inside is voluntarily imprisoned in this empty grave.

He walked to her bedroom, dismissed everyone, and left her and her shadow as companion.

In the dark night, in the empty hall, she dared to lick the wound alone.

"Zhuque, this lady, you are getting more and more into the play." A contemptuous sneer made her suddenly come to her senses.

Although there are a lot of heaters prepared, hearing the voice she was afraid of in her dreams was like being in the ice and snow.

A chill in my heart suddenly restrained my mind, "Welcome the Lord."

In the empty hall, two ghostly figures appeared. It can be seen that the power of being able to avoid the heavy guards of the palace is unpredictable.

"I don't know that the Venerable Master is coming late at night, and the rosefinch is panicked. I don't know what the master has ordered?"

After changing the previous softness and gentleness, Cheng Shishi straightened her waist and knelt on one knee in front of the people. Her face was completely solemn. Unexpectedly, she was also her own.

"I'll bring you a gift." With that, she threw out a person, and the woman in black gently raised her chin and raised a strange arc. "Let's see if you like it or not."

Hearing this, Cheng Shishi got up and looked at the person who had just thrown it.

At a glance, he was suddenly shocked, "Bingning?"

He turned his head to inspect her master, as if he was looking for a solution.

"I thought you would be happy to see the enemy, even if it is a slave." She sighed leisurely, as if she was regretful.

"I'm stupid, please ask the Lord."

"I really don't understand?" The woman sitting on the chair suddenly moved in front of Cheng Shishi like a gust of wind. Cheng Shishi couldn't dodge, and her heart was terrified, but she barely kept calm.

She smiled and showed her white teeth, but Cheng Shishi looked so gloomy.

"How about this girl at your disposal?" The tone is inexplicably guided, suddenly light, suddenly strange.

"My subordinates----"

"Hm-----?"

"Thank you, Master."

The sense of urgency disappeared strangely, but the woman sat back in the chair.

"Master, if you are suspicious-"

Although she hates her, she dares not ignore her exquisite thoughts. Moreover, it has long been clear between them that Bing Ning is missing. I'm afraid the first one she suspects is her.

"Are you afraid?" She picked her nails and looked lazy and casual.

"I'm just worried that she will cause unnecessary trouble to Lian Xingjiao."

"A rosefinch messenger, can't you handle these trivial things well? "What?"

It seemed that he raised the tone with doubt, but it was so shocked that Cheng Shishi did not dare to ask again.