Adore Trick of Beauty

"Plead guilty?" Nie Wushuang asked in a voice: "What confession? Did you confess guilt to Gongzheng Si?" If the little housekeeper committed suicide after confession, Ya Jieyu could not explain her innocence even if she covered her mouth.

Yang Zhidao: "Nature is not a confession to Gong Zhengsi. After confessing to the concubine Yun, she committed suicide while her concubine Yun started teaching to the Ziwei Palace. According to the views of slaves, I am afraid this is a trap set by others. Yun Fei bullied the monarch in front and blamed Gong Fei in the back. Even if she had hundreds of reasons, Gong Zhengji would not trust her, let alone Yun Fei's evidence was just a dead person who could not speak. "

When Nie Wushuang heard it, she felt a chill in her heart, so a clumsy trap, but she was able to approve Yun Fei's pampering and charming nature, and then she calculated Ya Jieyu. The so-called river mussels compete, and the fisherman gains. Who is the most profitable in this farce?

After thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't think of any talent in the palace who was the real mastermind. And the dead little housekeeper was never destined to find out the real master behind him. In the palace, there will always be so many people who have been convicted inexplicably, and there will always be so many people who died with secrets. They will never be remembered. A broken seat will be thrown into the mass grave post. At the moment of death, there were people who could choose to be on top. Their existence was like a drop in the ocean. Even if it disappeared, there would be no ripples. This is the real terrible part of the harem.

Nie Wushuang frowned and said, "No more. Ask the people in the palace to exercise caution and not let people take the handle."

"Yes." Yang straightened back. The hall was restored to silence. The light of the beast in the bronze beast is light, and the twilight light hits the water-like smooth ground through the large window lattice, reflecting the mottled shadow. The weather in the early autumn is still very hot, but there is already a sense of coldness in this hall.

Nie Wushuang looked at the light and shadow jumping on the ground, then he was startled, it was Qiu ...

...

In the Ganlu Hall, the candlelight was bright. In order to make the hall brighter, the palace people brought night pearls, as if a child's fist-sized beads were raised in the four corners of the hall, and they felt the hall was bright like daylight.

Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengxuan, who frowned on the Long case. His writing was fast, and after a while he sketched out his figure on rice paper on the short side. Seeing her eyes, Xiao Fengxi looked up from the memorial, saw her drawing intently, could not help stepping down the dragon case, glanced, and smiled: "Is it boring to be with you?"

Nie Wushuang painted the last stroke, and looked up Yingying with a smile: "No. The emperor sees Chen Ye's painting well?"

She handed over her painting and smiled like a flower under the lamp: "It is rare to see the emperor frown."

Xiao Fengyi took a look and couldn't help laughing: "Why? Does it rarely frown?"

Nie Wushuang looked at his calm and calm face, and smiled: "Yes, the emperor rarely has any difficult problems."

He was the most difficult man to guess her mind she had ever seen. He always smiled, no matter who he was, his attitude was refreshing, but he could not guess what he was thinking. Except for the time when Yun Fei was disposed of, she saw discouragement and disappointment on his face, and in the past few days he has recovered the calmness of the past.

Xiao Fengyi glanced at her, and smiled leisurely: "I am not a fairy, naturally there are a lot of difficult things to solve. If there is nothing to worry about in the world, this world is really peaceful."

Nie Wushuang tried to ask, "What is the trouble for the emperor?"

Xiao Fengying gently stroked the painting in her hand, and said for a long time: "It's night, rest."

He summoned the palace people, removed the candlelight, and the huge palace suddenly darkened. Nie Wushuang stepped forward to unlock the complicated button of the dragon robe for him, and he was suddenly held by his hand. In the heavy shadow, she saw him pure black Eyes, with deep thought.

"The emperor ..." Nie Wushuang asked.

"How is Yu Fei's illness?" Xiao Fengyi asked. In the dimness, she could not see his look, but knew that he must be grim.

Nie Wushuang's heart softened, and she sighed, "Yan Taiyi said that she might not survive this winter ... she broke her heart and thought she was uninteresting, so ..."

Xiao Fengxi stood in the dark, and it took a long time to say "oh".

Nie Wushuang unbuttoned the heavy dragon robe for him and suddenly asked: "Are the emperor not going to visit the Jade Princess?"

Xiao Fengyi waved his hand: "I just went to give her false hope. The mistake of that year has been made, and there is no room for recovery."

Nie Wushuang covered his heart and murmured, "Maybe the vain hope is also the only strength that the Jade Concubine will continue to live in the future. Isn't man just living in this vain?"

"So what happens after this year? Year after year, she will eventually understand that he didn't like the princess Yun because of the original poem. He couldn't give her the promise of one and two people, so why make her sad again?" Xiao Fengzhen was very authentic.

Nie Wushuang was dumb and speechless. It turned out that he could see clearly for a long time, Yun Fei Murong Fu, Yu Fei Yao Sisi, a delicate and poor beauty, a proud talent. At the time in Shiliting, what he fell in love with was not the poem he saw in his eyes, nor the girl who looked like a fairy, but what he fell in love with was only the beautiful encounter.

The spring light was so dazzling, the grandson of Wang Sun came to him, who did this cheat lie to ...

Nie Wushuang suddenly felt a pain in her heart. If she could choose, she would rather not meet the Tianchan Temple outside Yangchun March in a sudden peach blossom rain ...

"What's wrong?" Suddenly his face warmed up, and his warm hands touched her cheeks, and then Nie Wushuang was surprised that he was in tears.

"Chen Ji ... Chen Ji feels that Yu Fei is pitiful ..." Nie Wushuang concealed the pain in his heart and said.

"Well ... just, don't say it. Rest." His kiss kissed her cheek. Nie Wushuang responded politely, with embarrassment and messy accounts. With his comfort, she gradually became fascinated by what was true and what was false. The only thing she could hold in her palm was this moment of ecstasy. Yu, and what he brought to her, will give her more-power!

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Today, I saw the comment of Wisteria Pro, talking about the contrast between Chu Palace and "Queen Queen".

Chu Gong's hard work is the biggest, and each character in it is devoted to my feelings. I admit that I have to surpass Chu Gong. I need a lot of courage and determination. This is why I later wrote "Su Su wrote "Memory" because I didn't want to write a novel similar to "Chugong." But in my mind, I can't say which article is the favorite or the most successful. Everyone has to go through something, gradually grow up, and try something new. Whether it will succeed or not.

Nie Wushuang said that remembering the past is useless. This is what I want to say now.

Chu Gong may be very good in the hearts of some people. A reader once broke with me because I wrote "The Queen", because she felt that "The Queen" was a fake of Chu Palace, and she could not tolerate it. Then there are many quarrel attacks. She listed me a lot of pits, not talking about credit, and so on. I sarcastically she was in a magical, naive. The last is to delete each other's friends, it is estimated that in this life they can no longer communicate.

Everyone is not perfect. My novel is even more so, is there no fault in Chu Gong? In my mind, good is good, but it also has shortcomings, such as too few emotional dramas, insufficient conflicts, and so on. It is confined to palace fighting and has no huge background.

In "Queen Queen", I once wondered whether it would be the shadow of Chu Palace, but after trying, I felt that I gradually got out of the shadow of Chu Palace. From the dialogue, emotionally, gradually detached from the old framework. People can't do it all by one hand, and the same is true. From quantitative change to qualitative change, maybe I can't write my most satisfactory work in my whole life, but at least I have tried, haven't I?

I write my heart by hand, as long as I write carefully, not copying, not lazy, I think I will get the results I want. As for the characters in the text, everyone likes or dislikes, that is really beyond my control. Life is free, don't draw a picture. Ha ha……