Queen she wants to usurp the throne every day

Chapter 119 The Missing Maid of Weiyang Palace

Rong Yan ran back to Weiyang Palace after flirting with the tyrant.

Her mouth hurt so badly, she looked in the mirror, only to find that the corners of her lips were red and swollen, with coagulated blood.

Xiaopang took the medicine and gave her the medicine, tremblingly: "Miss, you are so bold, you dare to kiss the emperor, I don't know if the emperor is furious now, and will someone come and copy Wei Young later?" palace.

"Don't worry, I won't." Rong Yan vowed, and then grinned: "Be gentle..."

For the three favorability points, the tyrant is not only not angry, but also quite likes it.

Xiaopang relaxed his movements.

After taking the medicine, Rong Yan felt that the pain had eased a bit, and frowned again: "Did you find anything missing?"

Fatty shook his head.

"Meow meow, you heartless woman!" A shrill meow came from the door.

Ba Ye was exhausted and gritted his teeth to accuse her, "You actually left the handsome and suave father behind, you are really guilty of a heinous crime!"

Rong Yan brought two chicken legs.

"Don't think that two chicken legs can buy me off!" Ba Ye is aloof and cold.

Rong Yan brought three chicken legs.

"Okay, my lord will forgive you a lot this time." Ba Ye hugged the chicken legs and ate with great relish. Next time, he must have a pot of chicken legs!
During dinner, Rong Yan noticed that her favorability had increased a bit.

Holding the blackjack progress bar, Ba Ye took off happily: "When you become a concubine, I can eat chicken drumsticks with fine wine every day! Let's go find the tyrant now, and gain favorability!"

Rong Yan paused for a meal and asked, "Where is the tyrant now?"

"Well, Royal Garden!" Eighth Master said.

Rong Yan looked at the sky outside, it looked like it was past five o'clock, the tyrant usually only went to the Imperial Garden when it was dark, how could it be earlier today.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with her, as long as the tyrant dies on time next year, it will be fine!

Rong Yan continued to gnaw his paws.

Ba Ye kept pestering her to go to the imperial garden, Rong Yan kicked it away.

Distance creates beauty, and sticking to each other every day will make you tired.

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The next day, something happened in Weiyang Palace.

Rong Yan was having breakfast when Xiuqiu and the second court lady rushed in.

"It's not a good thing to pick a girl!"

Rong Yan glanced sharply, and said casually, "Have you forgotten the rules taught in the past two days?"

The three hurriedly saluted, and then Xiuqiu respectfully said: "Today, Numaid and Xia Ri are on duty. When we just had dinner, Numai and Xia Ri went to Chunri's room, but found that Chunri was not there."

This is really not a trivial matter, after all, people were bestowed on her by the tyrant.

Rong Yan put down her chopsticks, pondered for a moment, and asked calmly, "Who shares the room with Haruhi?"

All the maids in the palace share a room with two, except Xiaopang.

Xia Ri came out in a hurry and said: "This servant is in the same room as Chunri, but this servant did not see her leave Weiyang Palace this morning."

Rong Yan asked again: "Did she go back to her room to sleep yesterday?"

Xia Ri thought for a while and said, "I don't know. I went to bed early last night. When I got up this morning, I saw that the spring sun was gone. I thought she had gone somewhere, but she didn't come back for breakfast."

Xiuqiu said again: "The servant asked the person on duty, but no one saw Chunri."

Xiaopang trembled: "Miss, could it be that Haruhi was eaten by a monster in the imperial garden?"

After Xiaopang finished speaking, the voices of two guards came from outside.

"See Rong Cainu, the subordinates found the body of a palace lady. The palace lady's waist card reads Weiyang Gong Chunri. Cainu came to claim it and see if it is someone from your palace."

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