Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 251 Concubine Lan's Choice
Lian Qingcheng laughed lightly and stood up, "Who said that you can't enter the palace without someone you know well? Don't forget that we also have a pampered ally."

Facts have proved that the ally that Lian Qingcheng said is really pampered.

After the incident of the rotting corpse, the emperor cherished Concubine Lan even more. He not only sent more people to Concubine Lan's palace, but also stayed in Lanfang Hall almost every night.

The queen cried in front of the queen mother more than once, but the old queen was helpless because of her blindness. Fortunately, the queen's relatives were guarding the frontier, the well-known general Zhenyuan, so no matter what, the emperor would not be angry because of an orphan In order to shake the mind of the back position.

At this time, Lian Qingcheng was not eligible to enter the palace, but fortunately, Concubine Lan gave her a waist card when she left the Lanfang Palace, so she was not stopped by the guards.

After entering the Lanfang Hall, Lian Qingcheng only felt that the Lanfang Hall was more magnificent than the last time he visited, and even the water tank for raising lotus fish in the courtyard was painted with enamel.

Concubine Lan was dressing up, ready to pick her up at any time, when she heard that Lian Qingcheng had arrived, she immediately dismissed the dressing girl.

Just as she was about to get up, she was gently stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Concubine Lan, long time no see, how are you today?" Lian Qingcheng stopped Concubine Lan from getting up, combed the horns on the dressing table, and gently combed Concubine Lan's hair.

Concubine Lan was a little surprised by Lian Qingcheng's actions, she saw Concubine Lan hastily turned around, raised her hand to hold Lian Qingcheng's hand, and said with a clever smile: "The visitor is a guest, how can you make Qingcheng bothered by combing your hair? Sit down, sit down."

Naturally, Lian Qingcheng was not very polite, and sat opposite Lan Fei, only smiling brightly, without saying anything.

"Qingcheng, this is..." Concubine Lan saw that Lian Qingcheng just smiled and didn't speak, thinking that she had offended the smiling Buddha somewhere, and the smile on her face became a little stiff, "Come to the palace at this time, Is there something wrong..."

Lian Qingcheng smiled incomprehensibly, and took out a square scarf from his bosom. The square scarf was pink, and on it was embroidered with a white jade-like silk thread, a very pure and pure flower, "Qingcheng feels that this orchid is very similar to the temperament of the empress. It matches, so after the embroidery is finished, I hurriedly let it go, I wonder if the empress would like it?"

Concubine Lan gave a absent-minded smile, took the scarf, and glanced lightly.

It was just one glance, and Lan Fei couldn't take her eyes off the little flowers on the square scarf, "You...where did you see this thing..."

Lan Fei's hands trembled again and again, her whole body seemed so uneasy, she threw the square scarf aside with erratic eyes, feeling like she couldn't avoid it.

"It seems that the lady knows this thing." Lian Qingcheng's expression straightened slightly, "I'll tell you the truth, Qingcheng came here today because of this thing."

"No, no, no," Lan Fei waved her hands again and again, her expression of fear was evident, "This is not a good thing, Qingcheng, please tell me where you met first."

"The Prince's Mansion, and there are more than one flower. After a rough calculation, the area for planting flowers is estimated to be much larger than that of Lanfang Palace." Lian Qingcheng was not afraid of scaring anyone to death when he opened his mouth, and smiled lightly. I mean big.

"What!" Lan Fei stood up suddenly, "Prince's Mansion?!"

Seeing Concubine Lan's expression, Lian Qingcheng concluded that there must be something useful from Concubine Lan, "Why, Concubine Lan can't believe what Qingcheng said?"

Concubine Lan couldn't believe Lian Qingcheng's words, but these words had a huge impact on her, because she knew that the flower embroidered on the square scarf was the withered bone orchid, and the withered bone orchid must have been planted by the sect master.

As early as when the blood slave was still alive, Concubine Lan learned about the dry bone orchid from the blood slave.

The blood slave said that the sect mainly refines a kind of poison with the dry bone orchid. This poison can turn a living person into a puppet who doesn't know what pain is, and people who are attacked by the poisoned puppet will also be poisoned.

If it was just some withered bone orchids, Lan Fei's reaction would not be so great. The terrible thing is that the conditions for refining this poison are very strict, that is, withered bone orchids must be fresh, and overnight is useless.

Then it can only be explained that the place where the sect master refines the Dry Bone Orchid will never be too far from the Prince's Mansion.

That being the case, Concubine Lan can completely suspect that after the sect master completes his great success in the future, the place where the poison will be released will not be far from the imperial city.

Lian Qingcheng waited for Concubine Lan to speak, waited left and right but saw Concubine Lan froze inexplicably, and only laughed in her heart that Concubine Lan's mentality was really not firm.

"Concubine Lan, have you thought of something?" Lian Qingcheng's face was full of smiles, but his eyes were clear. Some things I don’t understand, I feel that maybe the empress can explain Qingcheng’s doubts.”

"I'm afraid the prince can't do anything..." Concubine Lan murmured absently, and then she came back to her senses as if she had thought of something, and said to Lian Qingcheng earnestly: "Qingcheng, listen to my advice, don't talk to the door again. The Lord is right... otherwise... I really don't know what terrible things will happen..."

Lian Qingcheng hooked the corners of her lips, her deep eyes flickered, she sighed and said: "The hatred of killing my closest relatives at the gate of death, the hatred of exterminating the cold and looking for the medicine hut, one by one. It’s not something that can be settled with just a word of persuasion.”

After a pause, Lian Qingcheng stood up, walked in front of Concubine Lan, and said straight to the point: "Your Majesty, Qingcheng thinks it's time for you to show your attitude. It has not been put into action, let alone any substantive progress, so Qingcheng can't help but doubt your sincerity, empress, right now is just an opportunity, empress, you have to seize it."

The veil in Concubine Lan's hand had already been twisted and twisted, and after much deliberation, she finally said: "Qingcheng, you know, the matter of the Gate of Rebirth has always cast a shadow in my heart, if..."

This is considering the strength of the Gate of Rebirth and Qianji Pavilion.

Lian Qingcheng's eyes were clear, he sneered, and said: "Your Majesty, don't forget that your Majesty was poisoned by rotting corpses. If it lasts for two or three days at night, I am afraid that your life will be in danger. Since the Crown Prince can take out such a vicious poison and use it on On the empress, I think the empress can also weigh the weight of one."

The candle suddenly exploded, and the faint fragrance wafting from the cauldron made people feel refreshed.

The wind blew into the room along the window, and Concubine Lan waved the handkerchief in her hand. In the end, she held it firmly in her palm, "It's really a pity that Qingcheng's eloquence doesn't go into business."

As soon as Concubine Lan said these words, Lian Qingcheng knew that this trip to the palace was not in vain, and this matter... was done.

(End of this chapter)