After the kiss, I was spoiled by the regent

Chapter 181 How fortunate
Pepper House.

Situ Youyi took a sip of tea, and couldn't hide the triumphant look at the corners of her brows and eyes: "Sister, you can rest assured now, Nie Mingzhu is dead."

The queen leaned on the phoenix seat, and smiled faintly: "Actually, I would like to thank my sister for waking up the palace. Nie Mingzhu has such a heart. When she suddenly learned that she was deceived, betrayed and abandoned, she would definitely not live. In fact, my sister is happier."

Situ Youyi sneered: "My sister won't think that I still want to marry Yu Wenyue, right? Don't worry, I can't wait to cut him into pieces. Doesn't he like Nie Mingzhu? Why doesn't he go underground to accompany her?"

Seeing Situ Youyi's gritted teeth, the queen smiled coldly and said nothing.

But Nie Mingzhu died, she was indeed relieved.

"By the way, sister, you have to be careful alone." Situ Youyi said.

Queen: "Who?"

"His Majesty."

"Your Majesty?" the queen was puzzled.

Situ Youyi gently put down the teacup, straightened her clothes, covered her stomach as much as possible, and said with dim eyes, "My sister is a queen, so she should clean up the rumors in the harem."

When the rumor was mentioned, the queen's face changed: "Of course I know."

Situ Youyi said: "If Your Majesty really has that kind of thought for Nie Mingzhu, he might not value her in his heart. Now that she is dead, and with Yu Wenyue added, once they find out the cause of Nie Mingzhu's death, they will be greatly implicated."

The queen snorted: "You don't have to scare me in front of me. Your Majesty told me personally on the Mid-Autumn Festival night that no matter what happens, my position as queen will not be shaken."

Situ Youyi didn't retort: ​​"This is the best."

Although the queen looked calm, her heart was inevitably gloomy.

Rumors abounded in the palace, and among the concubines that His Majesty had accepted, they were more or less similar to Princess Ling.

Moreover, His Majesty also handed over Princess Sheng'an Yu Wenxing to Princess Ling to be raised, which further showed the difference to her.

It is even more outrageous to say that Princess Sheng An was originally born to His Majesty and Princess Ling, so she was entrusted to her to be raised.

But no matter how you say it, if Yu Wenqian didn't have that kind of thought about Nie Mingzhu, why did he find a bunch of women similar to her to quench his thirst.

This kind of royal taboo secret talk will make people more exciting, and the more suppressed the rebound, the stronger it will be.

"Empress, Empress!" Mistress Chen hurried in from outside the hall.

The queen and Situ Youyi had a meal together.

"What's the panic?"

Chen Nvguan said: "Princess Ling, she came back from the dead."

"What did you say?!" The Queen and Situ Youyi said in unison.

Ms. Chen: "It's absolutely true."

Situ Youyi sneered, and she stood up: "How is this possible? Nie Mingzhu clearly committed suicide by taking poison. She was completely dead. The spies saw it clearly."

Female Officer Chen: "But the process of Princess Ling's resurrection from the dead, the spies also saw clearly."

The queen waved her hand and said, "Please tell me the news you have learned in detail!"

Ms. Chen: "Yes!"

Coming back from the dead is even more outrageous than saying that Yu Wenxing was born by Nie Mingzhu.

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Nie Mingzhu looked at Yu Wenyue who was sleeping soundly beside her, and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

The man was too tired these days, all his energy was devoted to her, he didn't care about anything, Nie Mingzhu believed that if she really died, Yu Wenyue would definitely not live alone.

I don't know how Yu Wenyue in the previous life would react when she finally learned that she had set herself on fire.

It's a pity that I can't see it and can't go back.

If she failed him, she really failed him.

It was only at this moment that Nie Mingzhu really understood the purpose of her rebirth.

She was grateful to the gods from the bottom of her heart, maybe the gods couldn't stand it anymore, so she kicked her back.

Or maybe it's destiny that cannot be violated, her luck cannot be taken away, that's why she was asked to come back and start over.

But no matter what, she and Yu Wenyue were given a chance to resolve the misunderstanding and start over.

Nie Mingzhu carefully traced the outline of Yu Wenyue, with white and tender fingers across his high forehead, straight nose bridge, soft and sharp lips, jaw, Adam's apple...

She messed around, and Yu Wenyue woke up.

He opened his eyes for a moment of confusion, and instinctively called Mingzhu.

Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly sat up with his eyes wide open, and when he turned around and saw Nie Mingzhu with an inexplicable face on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart back in his stomach.

"What's the matter?" Nie Mingzhu tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"It's nothing." Yu Wenyue lay down again, and put the quilt on Nie Mingzhu, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Nie Mingzhu blinked: "We have slept from day to night."

Yu Wenyue rubbed his brows: "It's been so long?"

Nie Mingzhu pursed her lips, stretched out her arms to hug Yu Wenyue, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry for making you tired for so many days."

Yu Wenyue keenly sensed that Nie Mingzhu's words were wrong, and he said, "So can you tell me what Zhou Yin gave you, and why you lost your breath after you ate it."

Nie Mingzhu acted like a baby to him with her big watery eyes open, "Promise me first, I told you you won't be afraid."

Yu Wenyue laughed: "Even if something outrageous happens to you, I won't be afraid."

Nie Mingzhu showed a bright smile, and was about to smooth her thoughts and talk to Yu Wenyue, but her stomach rumbled before she spoke.

Nie Mingzhu rubbed her belly: "I'm hungry."

Yu Wenyue looked at her sideways: "I'll take you out to eat."

Nie Mingzhu suddenly became excited, she raised her eyebrows: "Let's go."

As night fell, Wangcheng was very lively, and the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival had not dissipated, so Wangcheng was even more lively than before.

Nie Mingzhu combed her hair in the simplest bun, fixed with a white pearl hairpin, and the rest of her long hair was braided with red mud in a unique way. The green crystals in the hairband were entangled with hair strands, neat and delicate.

The clothes the two of them wore were also very low-key and simple. At first glance, they thought they were ordinary wealthy sons and young mistresses, and their love was very carefree.

Nie Mingzhu doesn't want to think about anything. At this moment, she only has Yu Wenyue in her eyes, and only Yu Wenyue. She is no longer willing to let go of Yu Wenyue's hand, and keeps retreating in the face of his love.

Just looking at him like this, and being led by him in the crowd, she already felt contentment.

Her fate is very short-lived, her soul has undergone two baptisms, and after experiencing a lot of holes, there is still a person who is willing to warm her trembling and cold soul with a hot and pure heart, give her a home, and give her a support.How lucky she is to have him by her side.

How lucky she is to have him.

As long as Nie Mingzhu thinks of the love he gave to those who were squandered, misunderstood, and neglected by her in the past, she will feel extremely sad.

Now I can still be with my lover, eat and drink, go shopping and chat, and feel the fireworks in the world. Such days are really priceless.

The two had dinner in a special teahouse, and Nie Mingzhu briefly told Yu Wenyue where he had been and what he had done.

But she was just avoiding the important and taking the light of the light. With her character, she didn't want those things in her previous life to be brought to Yu Wenyue, it didn't make any sense.

Yu Wenyue admired Zhou Yin's Resurrection Pill.

After the two chatted, they plunged into the crowd again, just like Mo Qi and Nie Mingzhu when they were young, playing and making noise.

Yu Wenyue fell in love with the innocent Nie Mingzhu, who had no grievances and released his nature.

(End of this chapter)