The favorite concubine of the system is in power

Chapter 92 Night Attack
Emperor Jiawen glanced at him, and said in a lukewarm way: "You're going to follow the wind and flatter you."

Eunuch Li's back turned cold, and the smile on his face was a little embarrassed.

Emperor Jiawen snorted, but there was not much disgust on his face: "The food made by the little girl is really delicious... Let the people from Yongxiu Palace send some over."

Eunuch Li replied: "Yes."

Eunuch Li watched Emperor Jiawen grow up, but recently he found himself increasingly confused about the young emperor's thoughts.

If it was Concubine Hui who he really loved, then his recent actions towards Yan Jieyu would not seem like a lie; Love, but can not explain.

The heart of an emperor is indeed as deep as the sea, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Your Majesty," said the nanny, "the seven are the most important things in worshiping the Buddha. On the seventh day, you have to read the scriptures all night. Since your Majesty is a noble person in the Zhao Kingdom, your own blessings are incomparable to others. You have worked hard on your Majesty."

Xiao Wanwan twitched the corners of her mouth: "It's my blessing to be able to pray for the people of the Zhao Kingdom. Please trouble Mammy to prepare some hot meals. It will be a long night."

Mammy nodded: "The queen mother has already given orders, so don't worry, empress."

Xiao Wanwan thought that in this winter, her own calorie consumption was high, and she didn't have a good meal for a week, and even the flesh on her face was less.

She went outside to break some bamboo slices and came back. If the queen mother and the others repeated their tricks and served cold meals again, she could also take the bamboo slices and grill them on the coals.

Mammy came this time not only with hot food, but also with a thick fox fur cape. Xiao Wanwan was full after eating and drinking. As usual, she took out the scriptures and read them in a low voice. The more she read, the more sleepy she became, and she yawned Day after day.

A burst of sharp pain pierced the meninges, Xiao Wanwan was shocked, and all drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

System: "The skill Deer crouching and crane walking is triggered."

According to the top-level skill description added by Lu Fu Hexing, even if the host is drugged by a catty, it can make the host conscious when encountering danger.

She looked around, only three candles were lit in the ancestral hall, the candles flickered slightly, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was no one else in the room except her.

"Squeak-"

Xiao Wanwan raised her eyes, the window was rattled by the wind, she stood up and walked to the window, holding her fingers on the window sill, when she was about to close it, a fleeting white figure floated in front of her eyes.

Xiao Wanwan was on guard, and before she could turn around, she heard a rustling sound, like a mouse gnawing on a wooden post.

Pretend to be a ghost.

She was calm in her heart, but her face showed two points of panic. She sat on the soft cushion, picked up the scriptures with trembling fingers, and recited the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

"call--"

A gust of wind came in from nowhere, and all three candles were extinguished at once, and the dim moonlight could not even illuminate the desk case clearly.

Xiao Wanwan leaned forward to grope for Huozhezi, but was patted on the shoulder from behind.

She trembled, swallowed, moved her neck but didn't dare to turn her head back, the cold breath came closer, and the hair-like touch fell on her cheek.

"You... who are you?"

A light voice came from behind: "Damn you."

Xiao Wanwan's shoulders trembled, and the cold touch touched her cheeks. The eyes of the Buddha statue suddenly shed blood and tears. Xiao Wanwan squatted down as if she was frightened and collapsed, and a few strands of dry grass-like hair fell from her head.

"Damn you."

The hair even covered Xiao Wanwan's gaze, her eyes suddenly froze, all the timidity and cowardice on her body faded away, she grabbed the messy hair, pulled out a sharpened bamboo piece, and pressed her backhand on the "ghost"'s neck.

"Who deserves to die?" Xiao Wanwan asked with narrowed eyes.

(End of this chapter)