Adore Trick of Beauty

Linglong's eyes turned to Xiao Fengming, but she saw that he didn't even glance at her kneeling, and only talked to Nie Wushuang. The emperor and empress walked into the imperial study, and all the palace people became busy. Linglong was holding the lacquer tray and was about to step forward when she was stopped by Lin Nvshi.

Her eyes were all critical: "Your ink is frozen, go and change it."

"You..." Linglong was extremely angry: "These are all good things, how could they... be exhausted?"

Lin Nvshi didn't say much. She dipped a little on her finger and saw that the ink surface on the edge of the inkstone had already formed a thin layer of ice.

Lin Nvshi looked at her, raising her eyebrows slightly, with mockery in her eyes.

Linglong's face turned pale with anger and her hands trembled slightly. Just now, Ms. Lin asked her to grind the ink before bringing it. Now she finally stood outside the imperial study room for more than half an hour, waiting for the emperor to arrive. However, she didn't expect that the ink had frozen after standing for so long. Then I asked her to get another pair. Isn't this intentional?

"Why don't you get down quickly? Your Majesty needs to use pen and ink." Lin Nvshi said coldly,

Linglong could only grit her teeth and retreat. When she finally brought the new ink up, the imperial study room was already closed. The palace door was guarded by the imperial guards with solemn expressions. All the serving ladies and chamberlains had already gone in to serve, and they would never let anyone out again. Enter to disturb the Holy One.

Outside the royal study, Linglong stood alone, wanting to cry but without tears. There was a cold wind blowing, mixed with wind and snow, and you could still vaguely hear the gentle voices inside. She shuddered and retreated to the West District in despair.

From a distance, Deshun walked along the corridor under the eaves of the palace. He glanced at the exquisite and sad figure leaving, clasped his hands and sneered softly: "The suffering has just begun. You bitch who doesn't know how to live or die, How dare you set your sights on the emperor. If you offend the queen, you are seeking death!"

He turned around, smiled at Lin Nvshi, who was standing respectfully, and said, "Thanks to Sister Lin for her help."

Lin Nvshi smiled, lowered her head and said, "Eunuch De, you are serious. This servant has a past relationship with Eunuch Yang. Since it is something that Eunuch Yang has agreed to do, please give me your instructions, Eunuch De."

The smile on Deshun's face did not diminish when he heard this: "What our family wants is..." He lowered his head and whispered a few words in her ear.

Lin Nvshi frowned slightly, but soon she calmed her expression and said calmly: "Whether it's successful or not, I don't dare to agree to it now, I'll just do my best."

Deshun smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Lin Nvshi has her own opinion. Naturally, our family can rest assured."

He said that he was going to take out a banknote from his sleeve. Lin Nvshi took a step back and politely refused: "No reward for no merit. In the future, I will still have something to rely on, Eunuch De. Don't refuse Eunuch De when the time comes." "

Deshun was startled and nodded quickly: "If this matter is completed and the serious troubles in the heart are eliminated, our family will be able to feel proud in front of the Queen. If Lin Nvshi encounters any difficulties, our family will naturally help her to the end!"

Lin Nvshi smiled, nodded, and quietly walked away.

Deshun took a long breath and muttered to himself angrily: "How come the people Eunuch Yang associates with are all such people who don't care about money? What a strange thing!"

…

In the imperial study room, Nie Wushuang stood beside the dragon table, watching Xiao Fengming write quickly, writing a lot with bright red cinnabar. She casually picked up a few memorials and read them. They were all from various places. Some asked for approval for the reinforcement of river embankments, some participated in the memorials for corrupt officials in the court, and some appealed to the saints to listen to the evil customs of various places. At a glance, they could see how many feet there were. high.

"Are you tired?" She was lost in thought while looking at the memorial, and Xiao Fengming's deep and gentle voice came from behind her.

"I'm not tired, my concubine, but the emperor has been watching for so long. Do you want to rest for a while?" Nie Wushuang smiled and turned around. At this time, the palace maid serving underneath came forward to change tea and pen and ink. Nie Wushuang glanced at it, but she was gone. Linglong, doubts flashed across her face, but she was immediately relieved.

It turned out that she didn't need to say anything, someone would make the arrangements for her. This is the advantage of being in a high position. She doesn't have to do everything personally, and someone will remove the obstacles in front of her.

"It doesn't matter, there has been a lot of winter snow recently, and many livestock have frozen to death in Qin. I am wondering who to send to provide disaster relief..." Xiao Fengming frowned.

Nie Wushuang listened on the sidelines but did not express an opinion. The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. She's not that confused yet. Although Xiao Fengming said this, he made a decision after a while and wrote a few more names.

He raised his head and saw Nie Wushuang's face was slightly solemn. He couldn't help but smile and asked, "What is Zi Tong worried about?"

Nie Wushuang hesitated to speak. After a while, he knelt down and said, "I dare not say anything."

"It doesn't matter if you say so." Xiao Fengming said gently.

Nie Wushuang was filled with hesitation. She has been accompanying Xiao Fengming in the imperial study these days, and has gradually become familiar with the political affairs handled by Xiao Fengming, especially those related to the Qin Dynasty. Now that the Qin Dynasty has been transferred to the Ying Kingdom, the state affairs have added the Qin Dynasty governance, which is extremely heavy. In the beginning, Xiao Fengming had to do everything personally, but in the past few months, when the Qin land became more stable, he was gradually allowed to serve as the co-manager of the Central and Central Government, the Third Duke, and Xiao Fengqing. All he had to do was to submit brief instructions to him every few days.

It seems that important ministers are discussing it, but Xiao Fengqing is naturally the leader in making every decision, because Qin still has hundreds of thousands of elite troops stationed in Qin. In the nearly one year of attacking Qin, Xiao Fengqing not only knows Qin well, but also knows how to treat him with her. He has a well-known temperament. He must be one of Guangbu's cronies in the fortress...

Because underneath everything on the document is written: His Highness Prince Rui’s advice...

The current Qin land and Xiao Fengqing are no longer under Xiao Fengming's control, but it seems that Xiao Fengming still trusts him very much. Xiao Fengqing has returned to the court for so long, and he still has not shed the tiger talisman military power on him...

The more Nie Wushuang thought about it, the more worried he became. He opened his mouth several times but didn't know what to do.

How to start.

She raised her head in panic and looked into Xiao Fengming's smiling deep eyes, as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat.

What should I tell him? The fifth brother who believed in his life and death was always cultivating cronies and spreading party members?

That his good fifth brother was peeping at his dragon throne?

Why should he believe her? How could he believe her?

If he wanted to believe her, how could she tell him how she learned all this...

…

The expression in her beautiful eyes changed, as if thousands of storms were passing by. The smile in Xiao Fengming's eyes gradually faded away. He helped her up and asked, "Is it difficult to tell me about this?"

Nie Wushuang stared at him blankly for a while, then threw herself into his arms. After a long time, she choked with sobs and said, "I can't say anything..."

His arms were warm and solid. He is her only protection in the resting world. If she loses his protection, she will sink into hell and never be redeemed...

No... Her tears rolled down, and the piece of paper she held in her hand was pierced by her long armor. In her hand, there was a line of clear words: His Highness Prince Rui recommended that an additional 50,000 troops be sent to the northwest of Congjiang to prevent the attack. Soldiers invade the territory and cause nuisance...

In his ear, Xiao Fengming sighed softly: "If you can't say it, don't say it. I won't force you."

Nie Wushuang closed his eyes tightly: "Even so, does the emperor still believe in my concubine?"

"Believe it." Xiao Fengming smiled slightly: "If I can't trust you, who can I trust?"

Nie Wushuang was shocked and looked at him blankly. He looked at her tearful eyes, and his eyes gradually showed sadness: "I have already made a mistake once, the former Queen Xu...I was wrong after all. The past cannot be pursued, and I don't want to be separated from you again."

"Wushuang, you and I are husband and wife. We are a real husband and wife, not just an emperor and empress. In addition to the world, we also have each other." He shook her hand and said every word seriously.

"Yes..." She nodded with a smile, but tears rolled down her face.

…

Linglong returned to the house, feeling that her whole body was almost frozen. She moved the charcoal basin, but there was no spark. The anger in her heart arose and she kicked the charcoal basin over.

"Nie's witch! You must have asked someone to punish me!" Her clear eyes changed, showing dissatisfaction and hatred. After thinking for a while, she hurriedly left the house without taking a rest.

In Xinyi Palace.

Concubine Jingui frowned deeply as she looked at the uninvited guests arriving in a hurry: "What are you doing here again?"

Linglong knelt on the ground and told her story. Concubine Jingui snorted after hearing this: "I can't help you. If you want me to plan everything for you, what's the point of asking you to enter the palace?"

"But... Concubine, if you refuse to help Linglong, Linglong will die!" Linglong's eyes were full of fear.

A trace of disgust flashed across Jingui's eyes. If he had known that her ability was nothing more than this, why would he have spent so much effort to get her into the palace? But after only a few days of suffering, I came to find a solution on my own. It seems that she is just a little smart and can act to win people's sympathy.

"How could there be a dead end? It's not that serious. There are so many people in the palace. If everyone thought like you, there would be no one left." Concubine Jingui said slowly.

"What should we do?" Seeing that she didn't care, Linglong couldn't help but have a vague word in her mind.

"...You are just a chess piece in her hand. People who play chess don't care whether you live or die. She only cares about winning or losing..."

Who was it that pointed out the coldness and ruthlessness of this chess game so pointedly? The more Linglong thought about it, the more uneasy she became.

Perhaps it was the sorrow in her words that finally touched Concubine Jingui. Concubine Jingui took a sip of tea and thought for a while: "You can go back first, I will make arrangements. Lin Nvshi has been in the palace for a long time, so you should try your best to follow her. I cannot touch the people in front of the emperor."

After hearing this, Linglong could only say goodbye and leave disappointedly.

It was evening when she returned to her house. His roommate is also a female historian who serves in front of the emperor. Although she is young, she has never been kind to her. Seeing Linglong come back, he snorted: "Why did you come back so late? The food was already finished and taken away."

Linglong was startled, and then she realized that she was very hungry. When she saw the female historian in the same room saying this, she endured her anger, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sister, can you help me and ask my father-in-law to send me a bowl?"

The female historian gave her a blank look: "I don't have that ability!"

"Good sister, please help me!" Linglong took out a piece of silver from her sleeve and stuffed it into her hand. The female history roommate took one look at her and then changed her mind: "Okay, I see you haven't eaten much today, so I'll help you find something to fill your belly."

After saying that, she walked out, and after a while she brought a bowl of cold rice and a steamed bun.

"That's all." The female historian said.

"Thank you, sister!" Linglong blinked her beautiful eyes and thanked her with a smile. As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. The female historian's expression softened a little.

Linglong was about to eat. After thinking about it, she broke off half of the bun and handed it to the female historian: "Sister, you should eat too. In case you are hungry at night."

The female historian glanced at her, took it, and said politely: "Okay. The weather has been cold recently, and I am too hungry to sleep at night."

Linglong watched her take a few bites, and then she felt relieved and used her chopsticks. The female historian saw her eating out of the corner of her eye, showing a fleeting sneer, and then followed her to eat the steamed buns as if nothing had happened.

After Linglong finished eating, she felt sore all over. Ever since she entered the palace, she had been pampered and pampered. Ever since she was on duty in front of the emperor, she had to get up and work every day before dawn.

The three meals a day were still poor, and she was reduced from a master to a slave. If she hadn't been kind and tolerant, she would have been unable to bear the huge difference.

"The clouds will clear and the moon will shine!" She said secretly to herself, and finally couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept. In her sleep, she only felt that her heart was pressed by a big stone, and she couldn't breathe smoothly. She wanted to wake up, but she couldn't.

This strange situation was like a nightmare. She closed her eyes and kept repeating it over and over in her sleep. Finally, she could move her little fingers, one or two... The tightness in her chest made her almost faint. Maybe her life should not be cut off, but a strong will to survive surged in her heart. She wiped it on her pillow and touched a hairpin. The cold touch made her suddenly feel a little clearer. The hairpin pricked her thigh.

The severe pain woke her up from her stiffness...

"Ahem...ahem...sister..." Linglong struggled to get up. The room was dark and she couldn't see her fingers.

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