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Xiao Fengqing let her slap, and her slender hands clasped her waist. Nie Wushuang was anxious, and was about to bite his shoulder.

Xiao Fengqing laughed softly: "Bite it, it's not that you haven't bitten it. Then the King of Yin Zi still treasures it."

Nie Wushuang suddenly blushed at the news. When Xiao Fengqing saw her complexion look red, she seemed to tease her, and slowly rolled up her sleeves. When Nie Wushuang looked, it turned out that on Chen's white arm, a Chen An wound was still shocking.

Nie Wushuang shouted a few words and finally looked at Xiao Fengqing and sighed, "How about His Highness wanting Wushuang?"

Xiao Fengqing's long fingers stroked her red lips, and slowly said, "I don't want anything. I just want to stay for a while."

The wind in the bamboo forest was blowing slightly, and the bamboo leaves rustled. Nie Wushuang's thoughts turned round and round, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. The two walked all the way to this point. From Qi Guo's street stalling to the current harem's favorite maiden, it was like a double sky.

She looked at him. At this moment, under the shadow of Cuiyin, his handsome charm was faintly hidden.

She couldn't see through his mind, and he was always moody and difficult to guess. Nie Wushuang didn't know how to let him go. Suddenly, Xiao Fengqing chuckled: "You talk, some people killed so many people when they were young, and they did so many bad things that they would still believe in Buddha when they get old. This is not a joke. What? "

Nie Wushuang did not know who he was referring to, and thoughtfully replied, "Maybe that person has repented?"

Xiao Fengqing shook her head, her eyes scorned: "If that person can repent, there will be no bad guys in this world."

He let go of her, and stroked her cheek with a smile: "My king is gone." He was about to turn, and Nie Wushuang suddenly remembered the woman just now, and couldn't help asking: "Who was that man?"

Xiao Fengqing turned back and laughed: "A trivial palace princess. Are you jealous?"

"No!" Nie Wushuang was ashamed and annoyed, and answered coldly, "Wushuang just didn't want to break His Highness again!"

Xiao Fengqing smiled slightly and left with a smile.

Nie Wushuang waited for his figure to disappear, and then slammed a handful of bamboo leaves in his hands and kneaded. The broken bamboo leaves on the ground still couldn't calm her mind. He said good to her, one in the palace and one outside the palace, helping each other, but his words and deeds repeatedly crossed the limits of her tolerance, which really made her doubt what he wanted to do.

When Xia Lan saw Xiao Fengqing go, she stepped forward and asked timidly: "Mother, go, this place shouldn't stay long."

Nie Wushuang sighed and turned to leave.

A pergola has been set up at the high platform of the Taimiao for a long time. In front of the temple, the Brahma sings and cigarettes linger. Nie Wushuang sat in the back, watching the queen mother who closed her eyes in the Buddhist field, and suddenly remembered Xiao Fengqing's words.

He said, "... Some people killed so many people when they were young and did so many bad things that they still believe in Buddha ..."

It turned out that he was referring to the Queen Mother.

Nie Wushuang felt a faint emotion in her heart, and was about to look again, and suddenly felt that someone in the crowd was staring at herself, and when she wanted to recognize who that person was, those eyes had quickly opened. The feeling of being stared in secret was very bad. Nie Wushuang pressed the discomfort in his heart, and closed his eyes to read the Buddhist scriptures in his hands. After the Buddhist incident, Nie Wushuang left.

She walked back slowly, stopped abruptly, and took out the hidden papa in her arms to show Yang Yang: "Is this papa really unable to find its owner?"

Yang shook his head: "The slaves went to check. The materials of this pupa are everywhere in the palace, and there is no signature on it. The slaves can't find it."

Nie Wushuang frowned and groaned for a while: "Anyway, be careful, just now I think someone is watching me. Is that the person?"

Yang Zhi thought for a while and shook his head.

Nie Wushuang was also puzzled. Thinking about the conversation with Qingyuan that day, there was nothing to say, it was just some angry words.

She thought about it, before she had reached the "Tibetan Pavilion". The "Tibetan Pavilion" was still surrounded by green trees, without a trace of human voice.

Nie Wushuang went upstairs and saw Qingyuan sitting on the top of the futon in the bookshelf. When he saw her coming, he couldn't help wondering, "Why is Nie Shihe here?"

When Nie Wushuang heard it, the cold sweat behind him suddenly fell down. She took out the note in her arms and handed it to Qingyuan: "Is this written by Master Qingyuan?"

Qingyuan took a look and shook his head: "Not written by a little monk."

Nie Wushuang screamed secretly. She turned sharply and wanted to go downstairs. Suddenly Yang came up: "Mother-in-law, the queen mother is already watching to come over. Slave sees the queen mother's shoulders coming to this side."

Nie Wushuang couldn't help asking: "How could the queen mother come here at this time?"

Yang shook his head: "I don't know."

Nie Wushuang looked at Qingyuan sitting side by side, with anxiety and anger in his heart, and stomped: "The calamity is coming, what Buddhist scriptures should Master Qingyuan read at this time?"

Surprised on Qingyuan's face, he proclaimed a Buddha's title: "What is the big trouble? The little monk is puzzled."

Nie Wushuang remembered Wu Wu, who taught himself, about an old thing in the palace. A princess once injured her foot on the way to incense. A monk passing down the mountain kindly helped her and helped her. According to word of mouth, it became a private relationship between the palace princess and the monk, and the princess and the monk had an affair. The emperor was furious and condemned the princess, and the monk also set himself aside to thank him.

She has tasted the power of rumors. The so-called crowds of money can make her lose almost everything. Now she sees Qingyuan in private without anyone's advice. How can she escape if she is bumped into?

Nie Wushuang's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he would definitely be bumped out at this time. But in this pavilion, there are lone men and widows, and even if a palace person testifies, the two can't afford the relationship.

Qingyuan saw Nie Wu's two-sided color turn white, and gradually realized this delicate situation. He sighed: "Nie, do n’t worry, the little monk will surely prove the innocence of Nie before the queen."

Nie Wushuang sneered and asked: "How to prove it? Master Qingyuan believes that the Dharma is boundless. How can he get away at this time? Hasn't Master Qingyuan ever heard of Hao Chang's concubine death for two years?"

Qingyuan listened, and he was shocked, and suddenly he gaped: "This ..."

"At this time, even if Master Qingyuan died immediately, you will not be able to protect the innocence of this palace!" Nie Wushuang said angrily: "Or think about how to get away!"