The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 38

He slowly raised his hand and looked away: "No need."

Standing on tiptoe, the white clothes fluttered, and flew away from the courtyard, followed by Qing.

If so, if he said 'check', what would it be like.

It's just that if there is no such thing.

The courtyard is still full of light and shadows, but the beauty garden is very lively, tonight is a noisy night, the evildoers of the Rong family don't have enough sleep, they are free to tease the little thief who came to the door.

On a soft couch, the evildoer lay on his side with half-closed eyes, feeling very comfortable and comfortable.

Thirteen kicked the man who was limp on the ground: "Miss, what should I do with him?"

Rong Qiannian brushed her loose long hair, feeling very distressed: "I'll think about it."

The one lying limp on the ground like a pug, isn't he the only seedling of Rong's mansion, who didn't go to Zhifen Lane that night, but unexpectedly overturned the wall of the Beauty Garden.

Right now, his whole body is weak, his limbs are aching, his head is swollen, and his chest is tight. Rong Xinjun trembled with fear: "Ninth Sister, spare, spare."

The woman curled up like a cat on the soft couch suddenly sat up, raising her eyebrows and eyes: "Ninth Sister?" The corners of her mouth suddenly retracted, and a icy coldness shot out of her eyes, and she shouted, "You are a flower picker, how dare you?" Pretend to be my tenth brother, and borrow your courage from the sky!"

Rong Xinjun's heart trembled wildly, he collapsed on the ground and argued weakly: "Ninth Sister, it's really me, I walked into the wrong yard."

She smiled and bent her eyes: "Walk into the wrong yard? Do you think I will believe it?" Her eyes turned cold, "Come here, tie up the legs of this little thief who pretended to be the young master of the Rong family, and throw him away." Go to the small servant's house to serve the benefactor."

Thirteen curled his lips and smiled, this is a good show, the dignified young master of the Rong family is doing a human flesh business in a small hall, and word spread that Rong looks like an old face that is still not hanging on his belt.

Well, this method can only be figured out by evildoers like the master.

Thirteen was eager to try, and stepped forward to tie Rong Xinjun.

The limp one was Young Master Rong's face panicked, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Rong Qiannian, how dare you!"

Voila, bluff soft-seeds!
Rong Qiannian pursed her lips, smiling brightly like a flower, squatting down: "Why don't you dare, it's a dark night, someone sneaked into my yard, trying to do something wrong." She patted Mr. Rong's whitewashed face, "Tell me, is this man a flower picker? Or the young master of the mansion?"

"You..." Rong Xinjun trembled and was speechless.

Rong Qiannian flicked her long sleeves and said, "Throw this flower picker out."

As soon as the words fell, a needle pierced Rong Xinjun's life gate, and he passed out with a groan.

When the night was dark and the wind was high, with two black shadows and a rolled bamboo mat, the young master of the Rong family was lying in the makeup tent of the small hall for a moment. This flesh-colored torture had just begun.

Three days later, the eldest son of the Rong family returned to the mansion. Since then, for a long time, he has pissed off every time he sees a woman. In the courtyard, even the middle-aged women have been replaced by servants. It is rumored that the eldest son of the Rong family has learned from a painful experience. , It was decided that the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha would die.

When Rong Qiannian heard this, she was in a good mood, and asked Shisan to present a statue of Guanyin to the son of the Rong family.

It is said that Mr. Rong confessed with a face full of tears.

Today is a very good day, Rong Qiannian wrenched his fingers, he didn't go to the palace for a while, and he missed the beautiful Mr. Yazhai very much.So...

On the seventh day of the fifth lunar month, there was a great chaos in the Fengqing Imperial Palace, which was known in history as: the chaos in the harem.

At night, in the harem, it was already the third watch, the lights in Weiyang Palace were brightly lit, and the emperor and empress were still in bed.

"Eunuch Zhang, everything is done?" The candlelight flickered, and on the phoenix couch was the empress Wen Suqing. In her young age, she looked like a trustworthy girl, but she was quite graceful.

"Go back to empress, the emperor has turned over the green head card of Empress Zifei, and I'm afraid I'm almost at the Bauhinia Hall this time." The Eunuch Gao who replied was a confidant of Empress Wen, and his family was Wen's.

The candlelight danced, and her long nails rubbed the chiseled armor on her hand. Empress Wen raised her red lips slightly: "This month is full, and I can hardly sleep. I heard that the purple irises in the Bauhinia Palace are blooming. Let's go and accompany me." Go to the palace to enjoy the flowers."

"Yes, ma'am."

The lights are like daylight, winding from Weiyang Palace to Bauhinia Hall.

This night, with dark clouds occasionally passing by, it's really not a good time to enjoy flowers, but a good time to watch a play.

When people went, Weiyang Palace was almost empty, the maid who held the lamp was dozing off, the wind blew up the tassels in the palace, a figure flashed past, and then searched around in the palace, under the candlelight, the black shadow was slender and graceful.

Hey, dear lady, what a thief!On the roof beams, a pair of dark eyes stared at the busy figure in the hall and shook his head: "What are you looking for?"

The shadow paused and patrolled vigilantly.

I saw a person sitting upright on the beam, swinging with his legs hooked, holding a bead with his fingers, also swinging: "Is this?"

The gentleman on the beam is not just Rong Qiannian.

The people under the beam also wear black clothes and black veils to cover their faces. They are people of the same way.

"Who are you?" The woman in black had a capable voice, but it was difficult to distinguish male and female.

The corner of Rong Qiannian's mouth curled up: "Your fellow." Tossing the bead in his hand up and down, his eyes hooked up and he bent, "Do you want this bead?"

"I don't want to fight with you, hand over things wisely."

This woman is a master of all kinds.

What a pity, what a pity, the woman met the originator of theft.

Rong Qiannian closed her hands, put the beads in her mouth, and smiled 'toothlessly' at her colleagues: "I'm sorry, I know everything, but I don't know people by nature."

The woman in black has a pair of evil eyes, which are slightly raised, which is a dangerous message.

Without raising her eyes, Rong Qian spit out the bead and looked at it in the palm of her hand: "I thought this bead was too small, but since you want it so much, then I will." Her eyes curved like crescent moons, and she smiled wickedly. As soon as the bead was thrown, it went into the pocket, "It's hard to take it away." Good things like the holy spirit bead were put into Rong Qiannian's pocket, and it would be foolish to pour it out.

The woman snorted coldly: "If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined."

After finishing the sentence, the woman jumped up, rolled the tassels in her hands, and slashed straight at the person sitting on the beam with the dagger in her hand.

Rong Qiannian raised the corner of her mouth, leaned back, hooked the tip of her shoe, stretched out her hand, and hit the woman's soft chest.

The black-clothed woman's exposed forehead was blackened, she lightly tapped the roof beam, and flew to dodge, but she couldn't be as quick as Rong Qiannian.

"Yeah." Rong Qiannian groaned in satisfaction, "It feels good, at least 34, with potential."

The woman's face turned even darker, she probably has never seen such a debauched thief, stretching out his hands into claws, making moves that approached Rong Qian's fate.

When Rong Qiannian saw it, good guy, femme fatale, jumped up and threw herself at the tassel in the hall, through the flying tassels, a black shadow was looming, a silver needle in the palm pierced the hanging tassel, stretched out her hand, and shackled the woman in her arms inside.

"Beauty Qingben, how can I be a thief like my master?" Holding a silver needle in one hand and picking up the woman's chin with the other, Rong Qiannian looked like a flower picker.

(End of this chapter)