Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 173 Where is the pit master (7)
The blood-soaked Yanqing Palace is gloomy. Outside, the sun is shining brightly in spring. In the imperial garden, there are a lot of flowers, which is not a good season to compete for splendor.

Listen carefully, there are indeed beauties calling out coquettishly, and they are more shy than that Hua'er.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness, wait for Qiu Ran."

This skirt was trotted all the way, and the one who panted and chanted softly was not the softest and weakest county magistrate of the Ji family, Qiu Ran.

However, a certain person is puzzled by how lovely a beautiful woman is, and said in a deep voice, "Get lost."

Such a domineering, arrogant and conceited person is not the little overlord of Changxiang. His highness has always had a bad attitude towards this girl from the Ji family, even the Queen of the Ji family.

The palace people who followed along the way all lowered their eyes, listening to the good show.

This county lord Qiuran is also used to being pampered, how can she suffer such aggrieved, she rolled her eyes and said with pear blossoms raining, "Your Highness."

Such resentment, so charming.

Yan Xiangxun didn't even look over at him, his handsome face was as cold as ice: "Can't you understand people's words?" He yelled directly, "This king tells you to go."

Ji Qiuran paused, wrapped in a handkerchief and was about to fall, with a mournful look: "Since Your Highness treats Qiuran like this, why bother to present the jade pendant with dragon patterns?"

These words finally caused Yan Xiangxun to pause, turned around, his face was cold, and he was in a panic: "What did you say? What jade pendant?"

Ji Qiuran was on the verge of weeping, and her eyes were clouded with mist, and she complained like this: "Last night, His Royal Highness sent someone to deliver the token of Princess Chang Xiang. Qiu Ran just asked His Highness, if you have no intentions for Qiu Ran, why did you do this?" Playing with Qiu Ran?"

As soon as everyone heard this, they booed, this matter is getting serious, look at King Changxiang's face...

"Why did the jade pendant be sent to Ji Guogong's mansion? Why is it in your hands?" With a sullen face, he grabbed Ji Qiuran's shoulders, his eyes were bloodshot, almost as red as blood, and shouted without reason, "Tell me, who gave it to you? Was it Wen Qi? Was it her?"

Ji Qiuran's eyes were dim, and she murmured: "Wen Qi, Wen Qi..." Her eyes tightened suddenly, she raised her eyes to look at the man in disorder, and sneered, "So this jade pendant was actually given to Wen Qi, so it turns out in this way."

Yan Xiangxun suddenly let go, staggered a few steps, a word disturbed his mind, his face was pale, and he was in a daze: "Okay, Wen Qi, how dare you, how dare you—" He smiled wryly, his eyes filled with brilliance , only dim broken shadows remained, wobbly.

She, how cruel is she, planning every step of the way, even his obsessions are not let go.

Such a lost soul, not seeing the beauty of the past, is actually because of a woman, Ji Qiuran bit the corner of her lips, and said every word deliberately: "Your Highness, don't forget, Wen Qi is the emperor's concubine."

Yan Xiangxun glanced coldly: "What are you? It's your turn to discuss this king's affairs."

How can there be half a bit of sadness and tenderness, that Yan Xiangxun is only for Wen Qi.Ji Qiuran bit the corner of her lip and pierced her palm with her fingertips without saying a word.

Suddenly, a palace official came to pass: "Your Highness, the Holy Spirit is here to welcome you."

Yan Xiangxun turned around and left, the woman behind him shouted: "Yan Xiangxun!" He didn't stop even in his eyes.

Wen Qi, Wen Qi... What a charming woman.

The handkerchief fell to the ground, her resentful eyes were filled with flames, and when she turned her eyes, a small white snake jumped up one by one, and the snake letter stretched out——

"what!"

With a cry of surprise, her voice almost broke, her legs went limp and she fell to the ground, tremblingly: "Get out, even you, a bastard, dare to be rude to the county lord."

(End of this chapter)