Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Yan Wanqing looked at this once simple and unpretentious face, but now it turned into a mean and mean person.

She couldn't help laughing.

Laughed angrily.

"Liu Cuihua, are you threatening me?" Yan Wanqing called out her name directly: "I haven't returned for three years, and I'm still the queen of Dawei. You did help Ben Gong back then, but didn’t you also live a life that you couldn’t have imagined before under the protection of Ben Gong? Could it be that Xiao Pingfeng’s thigh cuddling became addicted, and he forgot who was right with him? You kind benefactors?!"

The nanny had already changed her name three years ago, and she no longer wanted to be called Liu Cuihua.

"What did you say, my servant is now called Liu Rushi, who is Liu Cuihua, I don't know, and all of these are ordered by His Majesty, and this servant dare not disobey. Please don't embarrass this servant." Said immediately.

Yan Wanqing curled her lips contemptuously.

"Not only has his appearance changed, but his name has also been changed. It's really interesting to become a master in one leap. It's really interesting." The world's various states are surprisingly interesting.

"Liu Cuihua, don't play such insidious tricks in front of me." Yan Wanqing stared straight at her, and quickly raised his hand to slap her.

Seeing the nanny covering her face in disbelief, she didn't raise her eyelids: "This is the price you paid for hurting me just now."

She has no skills, only revenge.

Liu Cuihua was slapped in public, and the maids lowered their heads even more after seeing it.

This one in front of him is a customer who is not easy to mess with at first glance.

Even the famous people in front of His Majesty can fight as they please, so bullying these little people like them is not easier.

The water in the tub was not hot.

Yan Wanqing raised her hand to touch it, it was cold.

She glanced at Liu Cuihua with a half-smile, the slap marks on her face were very bright red.

Liu Cuihua shrunk her neck subconsciously: "Please take a shower and change your clothes."

She accentuated.

"Are you sure?" Yan Wanqing raised her eyebrows.

She raised her hand and set off a splash of water, which fell on the people present mercilessly, and everyone couldn't help screaming in shock.

"Empress Empress, what is the meaning of this!" Liu Cuihua was embarrassed again and again, and Liu Cuihua, who was patient, couldn't hold it back.

Yan Wanqing watched as she finally tore off the mask of hypocrisy, and her peach blossom eyes shone with calculation.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced in the direction of the tent door.

She hooked her pale lips.

"I have injuries on my body, why don't you bathe me in cold water?" Yan Wan looked at her coldly: "Isn't it too light to slap you?!"

Liu Cuihua was full of anger in her heart, and she dared not speak out. Her Majesty has always missed the queen. Although she didn't say it, every time she drank too much, there were portraits of the queen in the study room, one after another. The eunuch who got up to clean up could see the ground was full every time.

She can't be compared with the queen in His Majesty's heart, and there is no comparison.

But since Yan Wanqing hadn't returned for three years, there was already a gap between him and His Majesty, and His Majesty just left angrily, which gave her a little room to play.

Thinking of this, Liu Cuihua forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and forced out a gentle and humble smile: "The Empress taught me that it was the slaves who didn't take good care of them, which made the empress humiliated by these condescending lowly maids."

As she said that, she looked around: "What are you still doing in a daze! Didn't you hear what the empress said! Hurry up and reboil the water, I can't prepare a cup of tea, I want you to look good!"

The maids were so frightened that they all ran out immediately.

Only Yan Wanqing and Liu Cuihua were left in the bathroom.

"Empress, wait a moment, the hot water will be here soon." Seeing no one, Liu Cuihua was about to go out when she couldn't do the ceremony.

Yan Wanqing looked at her turned away back, with a smile that was not a smile.

After a cup of tea.

The maids came back after boiling the water.

Seeing the empress dozing leisurely on the soft couch, they lowered their heads and went in to pour hot water, dumbfounded.

In the bathtub, Liu Cuihua was thrown into the icy water directly with people and various clothes tied up, with a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth. At this moment, the wind brought in by the people filed in made her shiver.

"Woooooo!" Liu Cuihua was angry at the maids.

The court ladies immediately got it out with all their might, and that night Liu Cuihua had a high fever and was bedridden.

Besides, Yan Wanqing was not polite at all, and asked someone to change the bathtub, took a hot bath comfortably, and then had a good night's sleep.

No one loves her, she can only love herself.

Is not it?
A good night's sleep is more important than anything else.

She was woken up by a hot gaze.

The man's eyes wished he could poke two holes in his face.

Yan Wanqing couldn't pretend anymore, she slowly opened her eyes and met those black eyes.

In the past, she would be indulged in this pair of eyes, but now she looks at peace in her heart.

Supporting the bed, she slowly sat up straight: "What's the matter?"

"She suffered from the cold and contracted the wind and cold. If it wasn't for the accompanying imperial physician, she would have died at this moment." Xiao Pingfeng stared at her firmly, and told about Liu Cuihua, trying to find a trace of fluctuation in her face.

However, no.

Yan Wanqing looked at him: "So?"

"As expected of being the God of Killing for three years, Yan Wanqing, you really disdain human life now." Sarcastic words spit out from his thin lips.

It caused Yan Wanqing to let out a coquettish smile.

After a good night's sleep, her lips turned red, and she smiled charmingly at this moment: "The master of the eighteenth floor of hell, the current sage of Dawei, who has sent troops to Chu for three years regardless of the lives of the people, what right do you have to laugh at me?" Is Yan Wanqing a killer?" She tilted her head, innocently saying, "We are each other."

In terms of cruelty, the two of them are on par.

What qualifications does Xiao Pingfeng have to accuse her of being cruel?

"Do you know that she has a three-year-old son waiting for her to go back in the palace!"

Yan Wanqing did not ignore the disappointment that flashed in his dark eyes: "Since you can't let go of your son, then don't go out with the army. Since you come out, you have to be prepared to die anytime, anywhere?"

She looked at Xiao Pingfeng: "You just support her, I don't care."

There is also a three-year-old son between them, who may have forgotten all about it long ago.

If she had swallowed the cold water, then she would be the one lying on the bed now.

What's more, Liu Cuihua threatened her with her uncle's life, how could she have the kind of temperament to let others squeeze her.

If he didn't take her life on the spot, he was showing mercy.

"Okay! Yan Wanqing, you are really good!"

"I'm good, I know, Your Majesty doesn't need to boast."

Xiao Pingfeng came over early in the morning, without saying a few words, and was pissed off by Yan Wanqing again.

She didn't care at all, and lifted the quilt to get clothes from the closet.

Xiao Pingfeng didn't have a maid to serve her, and Su Bai had no one to serve her in the past three years, so Yan Wan chose a set of dark-colored clothes and put them on.

As soon as the shoes were put on, the moment I got up, the world spun.

She felt that her soul was ejected from her body at that moment, but was sucked back in the next second.

Feeling weightless in the soul, Yan Wanqing couldn't help retching while holding the table.

What did that immortal Song Huaxu do to her!
She felt that she was neither human nor ghost, it was clearly her body, but there was another cold-blooded soul hidden in her body!
She had to go back to Chu State and ask Song Huaxu for clarification.

Before that, she had to rescue her uncle Yanjing first.

Just as he was thinking, a soft voice came from outside the curtain.

"Miss..." The voice was very familiar, Yan Wanqing looked over in an instant: "Congge!"