Adore Trick of Beauty

Holding a bowl of fragrant rice porridge in the palm of her hand, the faint fragrance permeated the dilapidated house. At that moment, she seemed to see the once hopeless woman curled up on the bed, enduring the pain in her body and the wound in her heart. Eat up.

Nie Wushuang stared blankly, and the old woman beside her thought it was not to her liking, so she quickly asked, "But this porridge doesn't suit the girl's taste?"

Nie Wushuang shook his head, took a sip, raised his head and smiled at the old woman: "It's delicious." As she spoke, two lines of tears rolled down unconsciously...

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Nie Wushuang was reluctant to leave the old woman's house, and looked back for a long time before turning back.

She asked Yang Zhi: "Did you give me the money? Feng"

Yang Zhi smiled: "Yes, it's stuffed under the kitchen stove, the old lady will see it one day, as long as she doesn't reveal her wealth and spends it slowly, she can enjoy her old age in peace."

Nie Wushuang sighed: "That's good. If there is a chance in the future, I still have to repay the old lady's great kindness. Unfortunately, I can't help myself now."

Sadness flashed across her beautiful eyes, and Yang Zhi was also speechless.

He looked at the sky and asked, "My lady, can I go back? Otherwise, it will be late."

Nie Wushuang nodded: "There is no place worth seeing."

After a long time, she realized that there are so few memories left by Qi Jing. Nie Mansion, Xiangguo Mansion, the once proud mansions, now there is only a barren and sad place left.

Seeing her dejected expression, Yang Zhi called for a carriage and walked back with her. It was already afternoon at this time, and Nie Wushuang was sitting in the carriage, feeling relieved and feeling a lot of emotion. The carriage drove away slowly, staggering.

Nie Wushuang let out a long breath and buried his head in the cloak. I don't know how long I walked, I smelled a fragrant wind on the tip of my nose, and I heard Yingying Yanyan's soft voice in my ears. She couldn't help raising her head and opened the curtain of the car, and saw that where the carriage passed, there were many fragrant buildings on both sides, and there were many girls standing on the upstairs, beautiful and beautiful, smiling and smiling, not knowing the hatred of the country's subjugation.

Nie Wushuang frowned slightly, Yang Zhi, who was sitting next to the coachman, seemed to feel her gaze, turned around and said apologetically, "Your Majesty, I went the wrong way just now, so I can only pass this way."

"No problem." Nie Wushuang said. As she spoke, she was about to put down the car curtain, when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

She couldn't help taking another look, not knowing whether it was fate or a coincidence, the woman also lowered her gaze from upstairs. Both of them were startled.

Sitting in the car, Nie Wushuang stared fixedly at the face that was heavily made up but never forgotten. The woman realized who she was, and hurriedly dodged into the building. And Nie Wushuang waited for the carriage to go forward for more than ten feet before she said coldly: "Stop!"

"Your Majesty?" Yang Zhi couldn't help but asked in surprise, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Nie Wushuang leaned against the carriage, collected himself, stroked the phoenix embroidered on his sleeve, and said calmly: "I made a mistake, there are indeed old people who have not visited."

Yang Zhi was surprised that Nie Wushuang had got off the carriage and was slowly heading towards the Fragrant Tower.

Yang Zhi was dazed for a long time, then hurriedly rushed forward to stop her, and said anxiously: "Where is the empress going? This place is extremely filthy, how can the empress step in herself?"

Nie Wushuang said nothing, pushed him away, and walked slowly into the brothel he saw just now. The name is very charmingly called "Xunfang Pavilion". Nie Wushuang walked in without looking at it. Seeing her coming in, the old bustard inside wanted to get angry, but seeing her in rich attire, she could only put on a smile: "Madam, we don't accept female guests here. I'd better ask Madam to go home!"

Nie Wushuang took out an ingot of silver and put it in her hand, and said calmly, "I want to see Shen Rumei."

The old bustard looked at Yin Zi with greedy eyes, but shook his head: "This is not possible, this is a place for young masters to drink and have fun, not a place to catch adulterers and adulterers. Forgive me!"

Nie Wushuang's face sank slightly, and Yang Zhi behind him stepped forward, holding back his anger and said, "My wife is not looking for bad luck, but just met an old friend and wanted to talk to her. Isn't it madam?"

Nie Wushuang nodded and repeated: "I want to see Shen Rumei."

The old bustard saw that although she was pregnant, she had a different demeanor from ordinary people, and she didn't look like she was about to cause trouble, so she salivated and said with a smile, "I've never heard of this Shen Rumei..."

Nie Wushuang raised his eyebrows, showing the majesty between his eyebrows. The old bustard watched tremblingly, and felt a chill in his heart, almost kneeling on the ground because of her eyes. Yang Zhi at the side handed over another ingot of silver, and said in a cold voice: "Hurry up and make arrangements, if my wife is angry, you will not be able to keep Xunfang Pavilion!"

"Yes, yes..." The bustard didn't dare to neglect any longer, and hurried upstairs to prepare.

Nie Wushuang followed slowly, and finally came to a dark boudoir led by the old bustard. There are pink and purple curtains everywhere, and there is a stale and a little smell in the room.

The pungent smell of rouge.

Shen Rumei, who hadn't seen her for five years, was leaning against the screen in a vigilant manner.

Yang Zhi frowned, opened the window, and the wind blew in, slightly dissipating the unbearable atmosphere in the room. Nie Wushuang sat on the opposite chair, leaning on his waist, and then carefully looked at Shen Rumei in front of him.

However, in five years, she seems to have aged by more than ten years, and she still remembers that her delicate and beautiful face is now wrinkled, and her complexion is not known whether it is because of the rouge or the original paleness, which is very shabby. No matter how thick the rouge is, it can't hide her prematurely aging eyes, and those eyes, which are cloudy like dead fish eyes, have lost their original charm and agility.

All in all, the woman standing in front of Nie Wushuang had been drained of her youth and vitality, like a dead body with only an empty skin.

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Explain the reason for updating 4,000 words in the past few days.

Before, it was because I got stuck, but in the last few days, it was because the demon queen’s article was going to be published and revised, and the manuscript was due at the end of October and early November. Bing had to spend a little time every day to revise the manuscript. However, the publication will not affect the ending, so please rest assured.

Huh - in fact, every day is not easy. Hope everyone supports!

Shout again, it will end soon, I guess it will be early November at the latest. Just tangle a few more. hehe