The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 93 Premeditated (Part [-])

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

After a while, a large number of father-in-laws rushed in with doubts. They saw the chaos on the ground and a lump of flesh lying in the hall.

However, the person who called out was no longer in the temple.

Everyone scratched their heads with doubts.

Could it be that Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared just now?
Without thinking too much, they rushed to Jun Zefan's side and said anxiously, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Quick! Go get the imperial doctor!"

"Go! Tell the Empress!"

Immediately, the entire imperial study room was full of noise, and Shen Qiaoyan outside the window sighed and shook her head.

It seems that I have to come to her father next time to ask her clearly.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiaoyan looked at the sky, and there was no expression in her eyes.

I saw the breeze blowing a bunch of blue hair around her ears, and a touch of pink clothes quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor next to the imperial study.

At night, the bustling Beijing market is lit up, and there are endless guests in the prosperous restaurants and restaurants. The gadgets on the market attract many tourists to stop and watch. The whole market is unprecedented and lively!
Shen Qiaoyan held a jug of spirits in his left hand and was thrown out by the waiter in the tavern.

"Let's go! We can't afford you here!"

Shen Qiaoyan sneered and pointed at Xiaoer's face without saying a word, then she walked towards the market with a steady and wobbly body.

"This silly concubine is here again. What happened to the prince, is she still in the mood to get drunk?" The tourist at the stall next to the tavern looked at Shen Qiaoyan's back in boredom.

"That's right, the prince must have been taken into Dali Temple again this time because of her!"

"That's right! The last time the Xicheng people who caused a sensation in the capital went out overnight and ran away from their homes, wasn't it because the prince did it for the princess!" The waiter in the tavern rolled his eyes and said.

"I heard that the people of Xicheng collectively bullied the princess and angered the prince?"

"Exactly! Look at how our lord has been bewitched by this silly woman!"

"There is also the matter of attacking the queen at night. Some people say that the prince did it too, and it was because of that fool!"

"It's unreasonable! Our prince is really a fool!"

"That's it! That's it!"

……

Shen Qiaoyan raised her head and took another sip of the spirits, letting the people behind her talk and talk in her ears, but just laughed it off.

She made Jun Zechen miserable?

Or did Jun Zechen hurt her?
With so many people opening their mouths, who should she believe?Who is telling the truth?

With a wry smile, she raised her hand to wipe the wine from the corner of her mouth, "You bastards!"

Standing on the bridge, Shen Qiaoyan suddenly shouted to Bihe under the bridge.

The passers-by behind her cast strange glances at her inexplicable behavior.

"Ah!" Shen Qiaoyan screamed as if venting, turned around and took another sip of spirits, straightened her crumbling body and walked down the bridge.

The moonlight is watching everything on the ground with gentle eyes, caressing Shen Qiaoyan's pink cheeks, and her drunken pupils are like a wisp of solitary smoke floating in the dark woods.

There were lights and festoons in the market, and there was a lot of noise everywhere, but Shen Qiaoyan was the only one who seemed completely inconsistent in this bustling scene. The silent and lonely atmosphere enveloped her and she walked slowly into this place that hated her.

In front of Zuiyan Building, the old bustard enthusiastically waved the red silk in his hand to attract customers, and suddenly he saw a familiar single figure out of the corner of his eye.

He sighed and stepped forward to embrace Shen Qiaoyan's wobbly body, and said with a smile: "Yoyo, the main palace is so interested in drinking, why don't you go back to the Zuiyan Tower to drink!"

Shen Qiaoyan lowered her head and let the bustard lead her to the drunken building without making a sound.

There was a glimmer of sadness in the old bustard's eyes, and while he took the spirits in Shen Qiaoyan's hand, he said with a light smile, "Oh, Lord Palace, isn't the wine in our Zuiyan building dozens of times better than the ones outside?"

(End of this chapter)