The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Chapter 67 [67] The moon is dark and the wind is high

At this moment, there is only this Bingqiao in Lingyun Palace.

Duan Yihuang let out a long breath of despair, trying to control his violent mood.

Because of the sticky vegetable leaves on his face, he still needs this lowly maid to help him pick them off.

"You maidservant, help me clean up quickly after shaking." He said angrily with a green face.

"Oh oh oh." Bingqiao just remembered, shaking her hand, the green vegetables fell on the tyrant's face, and she hadn't helped him take it off yet.

He got up quickly, and shook his little hands to remove the emerald green vegetable leaf on the tyrant's face.

Then he took the veil and wiped the tyrant's face clean.

After wiping, Duan Yihuang gave her a hard look.

Those eyes were cold and hard, like the stones that have been pressed under the cold pool all year round.

"The servant is guilty, the servant is guilty." She was so frightened that she quickly knelt down on the ground again.

Although the man in front of him is paralyzed, he is the big devil who kills without blinking an eye.

As long as she thinks of this, she can feel the coolness on her neck, as if there is a knife resting on her neck.

Duan Yihuang was not very upset, and shouted: "Where did Yun Mumu die? Hurry up and call her back to me."

These days, he finally got used to the existence of that woman.

But now it's a good thing, she runs around without a trace for him every day.

What time is it, still not returning to the palace, still wandering outside?
Does she look like a married woman?

"Servant... I don't know where the empress has gone." Bingqiao replied in a chattering voice.

"I don't know, hurry up and look for it?" Duan Yihuang roared again.

"I'll go now, servant girl... I'll go here, servant girl..."

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In the dark night, Yun Mumu wore a big black fur cape and sneezed twice.

He rubbed his little red nose that was frozen by the cold wind, and pulled the cloak tighter.

Probably because it was too cold, she didn't feel like someone was scolding her when she sneezed like Duan Yihuang.

Lurking in the abandoned palace courtyard, the surrounding darkness is frightening.

From time to time, a gust of wind blows, which can make her shiver with cold.

There is no other way, but come here every day to try your luck, to see if Zhou Cheng will come here to pay homage to the dead.

He didn't care about oil and salt, and after looking for him a few times, he always answered her four words with a straight face: "No comment."

She insisted on finding out why he poisoned Duan Yihuang.

I don't know if the Lord Buddha appeared, or God opened his eyes.

Finally, today, after she had been squatting for more than a dozen nights, that Zhou Cheng came again.

She just said, God will never treat every beautiful woman badly.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and there was no one around.

A faint scent of herbs mixed with the smell of wine floated into Yun Mumu's nose.

After confirming the taste, it is Zhou Zhang's unique faint herbal smell.

Just the smell of the wine?

Because what he did was prohibited, Zhou Cheng didn't dare to be blatant.

Wearing the same stealthy clothes as Yunmumu, he came to the smooth stone bench and sat down.

Bingqiao was right, the other stone stools had moss, but that one did not, because people often sat on it.

Yun Mumu hid in the dark, only waiting for Zhou Cheng to burn the paper money, and then caught him.

But this Zhou Cheng, coming here today doesn't seem like paying homage to the dead.

Just wearing a black night clothes, sitting there, sighing.

Borrowing the moonlight, Yun Mumu found that he was still holding a jug of wine in his hand.

(End of this chapter)