The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 60 What Is Slowly Breeding
Under the gaze of the servants of the Yongshou Palace, Ye Wanwan narrowed her eyes and sighed with a sad expression: "The Empress Dowager is so angry, I don't want to bother her anymore, let's go back!"

Looking tired and uncomfortable, she walked back slowly, looking like she was upset for the Queen Mother, but in fact she was in a good mood.

Returning to the gate of Guanju Palace, he saw Jiang Feixue dressed in a delicate pink and white, dressed in an extremely delicate and charming manner, walking out with brisk steps.

She was having fun, but she didn't expect to bump into Ye Wanwan's face, her face changed instantly and her smile froze: "Cousin, didn't you go to see your aunt? Why did you come back?"

Why does this look so delusional?
Ye Wanwan's thoughts moved, but she didn't embarrass her: "The queen mother is in a bad mood, I didn't dare to disturb you, but you look good, and it seems that there is no serious problem."

"Haha, isn't it?" Jiang Feixue patted her ears uncomfortably, her eyes dodging: "Well, I've been bored in my room these past few days, and I'm about to go out for a walk, so I won't delay my cousin, I'll go first already."

After he finished speaking, he left, at that pace, as if he was afraid that others would catch up.

Qingsha wondered: "What is Jiang Guiren doing? It's in a hurry, and I don't bring anyone with me."

Ye Wanwan had some guesses, and curled the corners of her lips coldly: "I'll find out soon."

Ye Wanwan went back to the house to have dinner, and was about to go to bed after washing up when the news came that the emperor had left Jiang Feixue to sleep.

Look, isn't that the answer?

As a concubine, Jiang Feixue is qualified. She will use all means and deliberate to compete for favor. This is what a concubine should do. Thinking about it this way, is she too unmotivated now?
Heh, she was so obsessed in her previous life, and as a result, she learned a bloody lesson and understood one thing. The more women who threw herself at Zhao Yi, the worst she would die in the end.

She didn't curse Jiang Feixue, she could only wish her good luck.

The autumn wind picked up and the night was cold. Ye Wanwan was in a rare mood, which made people warm up a pot of wine.

In the garden, there are sun loungers, soft cushions, a pot of wine, and a few plates of snacks to savor.

She was average in drinking, and after drinking a pot of wine unconsciously, she felt a little dizzy.

This wine is a good pure brew. The wine is full of energy, but it doesn't hurt people. After drinking it, it's just dizzy, no headache, and it feels quite comfortable.

She was already drunk and didn't know what she was doing. She just felt warm and dizzy, and her body was weak. She found a comfortable position to lie softly on the cool chair, holding the jug in front of her chest with both hands. Feet curled up, like a drunk cat who stole a drink.

The autumn evening wind was already very cold, and with the fact that Ye Wanwan was outside, her body was weak and she could easily fall ill.

Qingsha asked people to clean up the things on the table, and she went into the room to get the blanket.

But at this moment, Ye Wanwan, who was curled up on the chair, bowed her head forward, and looked like she was about to fall off the chair.

Just when Ye Wanwan was about to fall, the figure standing in the corner quickly stepped forward. No one could see his movements, but he had already caught Ye Wanwan as he fell.

In fact, the fall from this height can't be too serious, even Ye Wanwan's delicate skin will suffer a little.

After being caught, Ye Wanwan was still confused and had no idea what just happened.

Yan Chen caught the person, full of fragrance, soft and sweet like never before, but he didn't move, just picked up the person and prepared to gently put it back on the chair.

He put his feet down first, and then slowly put down Ye Wanwan's upper body. Because he was leaning over and the two were very close together, he could clearly smell the fragrance of her nose and mouth, which seemed to be stronger than the strong aroma of wine. to sinners.

Her hair was messy and drooping, her brows and eyes were misty, her red lips were beautiful, and her clothes were wrinkled, as if she had been bullied all over again. The drunken aura of the number one noblewoman in Beijing was a man who was afraid he couldn't help himself.

At this moment, Ye Wanwan half-opened her eyes in confusion, turned her head slightly, her eyes were empty, but she didn't know where the corners of her lips brushed.

Yan Chen's body froze, she slowly put Ye Wanwan down, and stood up as if nothing happened. Qing Sha was startled when she saw Ye Wanwan rolling down, but luckily she was caught by Yan Chen, so she quickly brought the blanket over to Ye Wanwan Wanwan covered it.

Yan Chen didn't say anything, and silently retreated to the corner, as if nothing had happened, his hot chin and slightly red ear tips were covered by the night.

Those dark blue eyes stared at the drunken concubine in the dark, and in a place no one knew, something was slowly growing.

　After a long time, when Yan Chen became a big traitor, he was deceived and collapsed.

　　"Your Majesty, you were the one who flirted with the servant first, and then kissed the servant."

　　Ye Wanwan: "??? Is there such a thing?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)