Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

After ordering Zi Ke to rest, Qing Yun went to the table and sat down, picked up the jug on the table and was about to pour wine, but a slender white hand stopped her: "Your constitution is cold, so it's not easy to drink strong alcohol."

As she said that, Mo Xuan conjured a small and delicate wine jug out of nowhere, and filled the wine glass in front of her: "Xue Ninglu wine is mild in nature, you can drink it as soon as possible."

Picking up the wine glass and smelling it, the elegant and pleasant aroma of the wine came to the nostrils. After taking a sip, it was sweet and pure, with a faint smell of snowflakes. Qingyun praised: "Good wine."

That night, she was only focused on dealing with the courtiers, but she didn't really taste the snow dew.

A shallow and erratic smile appeared on Mo Xuan's lips, which he personally brewed for her, combining snowflakes from the extreme northern peak and various precious medicinal materials.

"Princess Yongle decides to obey the imperial concubine's will?" Seeing Qingyun nodded with pity on his face, Mo Xuan looked at the cold moonlight in the dark night: "Don't worry, the emperor and the Han family will not agree."

Looking at the night sky like Mo Xuan, Qingyun Qing said: "Actually, it is a good thing for Zhilan to marry into the Han family. The Taifu and the Han family have a clear distinction between public and private affairs. I believe they will treat Zhilan and Mr. Han kindly. Many, but I believe he is a kind-hearted person. What I am worried about is Zhilan, she never has the heart to hurt anyone, but now she is caught in the dilemma of loyalty and filial piety, how cruel to her?"

"How can you be sure that Mr. Han is a kind-hearted person?" Mo Xuan said quietly: "You know, a person who was born with a disease, a person who has been sentenced to death, will inevitably feel resentment, and even have a distorted mentality."

"He will not."

"Because he saved you?"

"No. It's my intuition."

I still remember that year, in the coquettish and blooming Manzhusha Huazhong, the ten-year-old boy looked at the five-year-old girl chasing butterflies with a clean and bright smile.

"My subject Han Mingji has met the Ninth Princess, and the Ninth Princess Jin An!"

From then on, the two always met unexpectedly, but just passed by with a smile and a smile.

After not hearing Qingyun's words for a long time, Mo Xuan frowned, then withdrew his eyes from looking at the moon and looked at her beside him.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her expression was in a trance. Perhaps she thought of something happy. Her black pupils, like blue waves, were filled with a touch of warmth. In the cold moonlight, she looked like a fairy from the Yao Palace. Pure and charming, people yearn for it. .

On the other side, the imperial concubine who heard the news and rushed to Changle Palace stared at Zhilan: "What is she doing here?"

After waving her hand to signal the servants to leave, Zhilan helped her mother to sit down at the table, poured a cup of tea for her, and then said softly: "Sister Yun said that she hadn't seen her for a few days, so she just wanted to see her daughter. "

"Really?" Seeing Zhilan nodded her head, her delicate face was as calm and calm as usual, although the imperial concubine was puzzled, she didn't say anything else.

Glancing secretly at her mother with a relaxed expression, Zhi Lan hesitated for a while and said cautiously: "Mother Concubine, my daughter has something to ask."

"Say."

"I beg my concubine to forget the past grievances, let sister Yun go, and concubine mother, yourself, okay?"

"Presumptuous!" Throwing the teacup in her hand at Zhilan violently, Zhilan, who was caught off guard, was hit on the forehead by the teacup, blood instantly overflowed from the wound, slid across her fair cheeks, and dripped on the crescent white dress, the imperial concubine sternly Said: "That bitch told you to say that?"

Ignoring the pain on her forehead, Zhi Lan plopped and knelt in front of the imperial concubine: "Sister Yun didn't say anything, it was her daughter's intention."

"If you want this palace to forget your grievances, don't even think about it!" After finishing speaking, the imperial concubine slammed the door and left, and ordered the palace servants not to let Zhilan step out of the palace gate.

Looking at the tightly closed palace gate, Zhilan slumped to the ground, tears falling silently.

At the same time, the Prime Minister was sitting alone in the study with a gloomy expression on his face.

It is obvious that the incidents these few times were aimed at him. Who dares to fight against him?