Quick wear: The full-level boss has torn up the cannon fodder script again

Chapter 167

But now that her father seems to be throwing this question casually, why did it hit her heart like a huge boulder, making her dizzy?
Will Mu Xuanyi really make her queen?Does he really not mind that she used to be someone else's woman?

He must mind!

Otherwise, how come he has never touched her since the reunion?
Jiang Qingyu stared at Jiang Wusheng for a moment with a sluggish expression, hanging down his sleeves and putting his hands behind his back.

After a while, she said, "Yes."

There was a trace of coldness in the woman's voice.

Jiang Wusheng smiled knowingly, he didn't seem to care much, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, heaved a sigh of relief: "Daughter, Daddy wishes you all your wishes come true."

When he said this, there was a bit of sincerity and emotion in his eyes, like a father who really loves his daughter.

But Jiang Qingyu couldn't be happy at all.

Jiang Wusheng's affirmation and blessing or not are of little significance to her.Her mind had already been caught in the question Jiang Wusheng posed at the beginning, like a butterfly being entangled in the web spit out by a poisonous spider, the more she tried to struggle to escape, the more she was trapped.

She seemed to have given the answer, but she didn't know whether Jiang Wusheng would accept it, she only knew that she could no longer convince herself.

The environment in which she grew up since she was a child is doomed that she can only rely on men to survive.When she was not out of the cabinet, she was attached to her father, and after marrying the prince, she was attached to the prince.

Now that she is by Mu Xuanyi's side, she can only rely on Mu Xuanyi.

She knew since she was a child that a man's heart is too big to hold such a huge mountain and river, and it is absolutely impossible for his heart to belong to only one woman.

How could a man be willing to give his heart to a woman?

Didn't her Shangshu father, who is very famous in the world, follow her mother's death and take a concubine?

Not to mention the shady and romantic prince, she still can't count how many women there are in the East Palace.

When the prince was visiting other people, Jiang Qingyu was not angry at first, feeling that his face had been trampled under his feet, but in the end she looked away.

As long as her prosperity and honor can be preserved, he will be lucky to whomever he loves. Anyway, she doesn't like him in the first place, so why should she care?
Jiang Qingyu originally thought that Mu Xuanyi would be different.

But what Jiang Wusheng said suddenly woke her up.

She realized a fact that couldn't be more obvious.

Mu Xuanyi is also a man.

What he cares about is far more than just having a woman, as well as his grand plans and great careers, and his great fortune.

Fu Jinglan's identity has never been equal to her, just a woman.

Behind her is the support of the soldiers, the love of the people, and the fear of the enemy troops in neighboring countries.

These are all what Mu Xuanyi cares about.

In all fairness, when she and these things are at the opposite ends of the balance, how will Mu Xuanyi choose?
The answer is self-evident.

Since ancient times, how many emperors have played with the harem in their hands in order to consolidate their power and guard their territories, and how much sincerity have they put into it?

Maybe Mu Xuanyi won't be like this now, but it's hard to guarantee that it won't be like this in a few years or decades?
Besides, Fu Jinglan's appearance is not ugly, it's just that years of wind and sun have made her skin look rough.

Such a capable, good-looking, popular, and loyal person is by his side, giving for him without complaint or regret. I am afraid that an iron pestle will be ground into a needle, let alone Mu Xuanyi who is like this again. What about normal men?
People are changeable.

A belated sense of crisis swept Jiang Qingyu's heart. On the way back to the palace, she sat in the carriage, unprecedentedly quiet. Even when the carriage stopped, the maid lifted the curtain and asked her if she would like to bring some favorite food from the past. Dim sum back to the palace, did not hear.

"Miss?"

The servant girl called her again, finally waking Jiang Qingyu up.

When these two words fell into her ears, Jiang Qingyu suddenly felt very harsh.

Miss?

Before leaving the pavilion, the maids always called her that.

After she got married, the maidservants called her the princess.

Now she is called back again, because of her embarrassing status, although she lives in the palace, is well-clothed and well-fed, and can freely enter and exit the palace of the current Holy Majesty, but she has no definite status so far, and she does not know how busy Mu Xuanyi is. Forget it, it's still intentional.

Jiang Qingyu didn't care about it at first. At that time, she had no doubts about Mu Xuanyi's feelings for her, thinking that her status was just a false name.

So when the maid called her "Miss", not only did Jiang Qingyu not feel that there was anything wrong, but she also felt that it sounded like she was very young, and even a little happy.

But listening to it now, I somehow feel a sense of irony.

Jiang Qingyu raised her willow eyebrows, glared at the maidservant displeasedly, and scolded: "Who told you to lift the curtain without my consent?!"

The servant girl was startled by her sudden change of expression, subconsciously let go of the hand holding the curtain, and lowered her head: "Miss, miss..."

The car curtain lost its support and was lowered.

Through the curtain, Jiang Qingyu couldn't see the expression on the maidservant's face, only heard her low trembling voice, saying: "Miss, this servant has just called you several times, but you haven't responded. The servant was impatient, so... I just opened the curtain of the car, the slave did not do it on purpose, miss forgive me!"

Even if he couldn't see the maidservant's face, Jiang Qingyu could hear the fear in her voice and imagine the expression on her face at this moment.

Inexplicably, she actually tasted a happy taste from it.

It turned out to be scary, but it was not as unacceptable as she imagined?No wonder when I was in the Eastern Palace, I often saw some concubines beating and scolding the maids and eunuchs of their opponents, and even saw blood.

She couldn't believe it then.

How can you still laugh when you torture people into such a state?

But now-

The slender and slender hands painted with Danko pinched a corner of the car curtain and opened it, enough for her to see the servant girl kneeling on the ground trembling with fear, without letting passers-by see her face in the car.

A smile unconsciously curled up on Jiang Qingyu's lips.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the coachman's strangely dodging gaze, the smile froze on her lips, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Putting down the curtain, she sat back on the soft cushion Shi Shiran, with a trace of reproach in her tone: "I just said something casually, why are you afraid of being like that? Get up quickly."

The maid stood up cautiously, and asked tremblingly, "Then, do you still want to buy pastries?"

Naturally, the maid didn't want to make fun of herself, nor did she want to make Jiang Qingyu unhappy and be punished, but, every time Jiang Qingyu passed by here in the past, Jiang Qingyu would always buy her favorite pear flower cakes, sometimes she forgot to remind him, and Jiang Qingyu would still blame her A few words.

Although Jiang Qingyu reprimanded her just now, she didn't explicitly say whether to buy it or not. If she made a mistake, Jiang Qingyu came back to her senses after returning to the palace, and with her temper just now, another punishment was inevitable.

The maid groaned in her heart, unable to figure out when she had offended the master.

She is quite talkative on weekdays, so it was inevitable that she would be a little more casual, but she was suddenly blamed and neglected, and her legs were so frightened that her legs went limp.

Distraught by what happened to Fu Jinglan, Jiang Qingyu had no appetite.

Hearing this, she opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to say no, but when the words came to her mouth, she suddenly remembered something and swallowed it.

After a while, she said, "Buy some chestnut cakes."

"Yes."

The maidservant responded, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, since when did the master like to eat chestnut cakes? I have never seen her eat chestnuts before, did she suddenly change her taste?Isn't this too fast?

……

After returning to the palace, seeing Jiang Qingyu take the chestnut cake from her hand, put it on a fine jade plate, and carry it into the Holy Majesty's bedroom, the servant girl suddenly realized.

She is so stupid!
Master doesn't like to eat chestnut cake, but His Majesty likes it!

It is said that when His Majesty was still an unfavored little prince, the master would often give him chestnut cakes made by himself. In this way, chestnut cakes should be regarded as a token of love between the two, right?
Master sent chestnut cakes to His Majesty, it will make him happy.
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The maid guessed right, the chestnut cake was indeed given to Mu Xuanyi, and when Mu Xuanyi saw the chestnut cake, as Jiang Qingyu expected, he recalled the lingering past of the two when they were young.

That night, Jiang Qingyu stayed in his bedroom.

The next day, Jiang Qingyu became Concubine Jiang.

No matter how the courtiers played and tried to persuade him, Mu Xuanyi remained indifferent.

In front of all the ministers, Fu Jinglan remained silent, as if he didn't care about this matter at all.

But after going to court, she did not go back home, but followed Mu Xuanyi into the imperial study.

Fu Jinglan forced herself to remain rational, and logically analyzed the pros and cons of making the former prince a concubine to him. Obviously, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.

Regarding her interference, Mu Xuanyi was extremely impatient: "I have already made my will, do you want me to withdraw my order and slap myself?"

Hearing these words, Fu Jinglan's heart turned cold.

She knew that Mu Xuanyi had made up his mind.

Fu Jinglan closed his eyes and asked hoarsely, "Then, Your Majesty, do you still remember your promise?"

"Of course I remember."

His waist tightened, and Mu Xuanyi unexpectedly got close to her at some point, his lips were close to her ear, and his voice was low and low: "Alan, I have always reserved the back seat for you."

Fu Jinglan's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly, reflecting the man's long, narrow and deep pupils.

……

When Mu Xuanyi lowered her head and kissed him, she softened her arms and legs, and could only hook his neck weakly, her heart beating like a pounding.

She couldn't refuse him at all, from the first moment she saw him, it was like that.
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Soon, General Zhen Guo became the queen.

For a moment, the common people and soldiers cheered loudly and celebrated wildly, happy for the hero in their hearts.

The mother of a country, she can afford it.

Fu Jinglan never expected that the price of becoming a queen is to surrender military power.

She has fulfilled Mu Xuanyi's promise with her thousand-ren dragon horse and military power status.

Since then, I have trapped myself in this palace.

Trapped in this square inch of red walls and black tiles.

Fu Jinglan thought this was the beginning of happiness, but she didn't know that this was the coming of a nightmare.

After losing his military power and voluntarily taking off his armor, Fu Jinglan became indistinguishable from all women who had no power to restrain him, except for his martial arts.

No, there is still a difference.

She is not good at intrigue between women, she does not know how to embroider women's reds, and she does not know how to wash hands and make soup for her beloved, and she is not good at saying soft words to flatter her.

Even these things she is willing to learn for Mu Xuanyi, but Jiang Qingyu will not give her this opportunity.

In this cold deep palace, Fu Jinglan was alone.

In the palace, she was not allowed to wield knives and guns, to form troops, to read military books and maps, but to learn how to serve men.

She no longer had the freedom to get along with her brothers in the military camp, and was often bound by these etiquettes, but there was nothing she could do.

Seeing the affection between Jiang Qingyu and Mu Xuanyi every day, her heart was pierced like a knife.

……

Fu Jinglan didn't know how the situation turned into this.

When she saw Mu Xuanyi appear in front of her again after more than a month, it was because Jiang Qingyu proposed that she wanted to watch her fight a fierce tiger?
absurd!

"I have long heard that the queen is brave and good at fighting and martial arts, but I have never had the chance to see it with my own eyes. The concubine is really curious. I wonder if my sister will give me this chance?"

Jiang Qingyu's face was full of innocent anticipation, as if she didn't realize the danger at all when she made this request.

Fu Jinglan's face darkened in an instant, and he raised his eyes to look at Mu Xuanyi in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Fu Jinglan stared at him closely.

"Ayi, I want to see it, you just fulfill my little wish, okay?"

Jiang Qingyu grabbed the man's robe, swayed it back and forth slightly, and acted softly.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Qingyu bit her lips, and her voice became softer and softer: "Anyway, so many of us are watching here, if the queen loses, we can immediately help, and nothing will happen."

After a while, Mu Xuanyi said, "Okay."

This light word is enough to kill Fu Jinglan's heart.

The nightmare that was interrupted during the training camp was staged again, but this time, she was the only one facing such a cruel fate and embarrassing situation.

The wild tiger presented by a foreign land was brutal and had been hungry for several days. When it saw her, it rushed to attack her with red eyes, bared its sharp fangs, and bit her robe desperately.

Fu Jinglan was unarmed and fought the tiger with his bare hands, but he was defeated.

The robes were too bad to be bitten and turned into rags.

She was embarrassed and humiliated, but she never heard the order to stop.

The Ninth Five-Year Lord who watched coldly remained silent.

……

When Fu Jinglan woke up, the wound on his body had been bandaged, he had put on new clothes, and was lying in his bedroom.

When the maid walked in, she found that she was awake, and she was overjoyed: "Your Majesty, you finally woke up!"

The servant girl walked to the bed, wanted to help her up, and said: "You have slept for three days and three nights, and this servant will be worried to death!"

Fu Jinglan was not used to being served like this, so she refused her support as usual, and wanted to get up by herself——

However, she found that she was powerless.

That sense of powerlessness came out from the veins.

Her heart was as cold as if poured with cold water, her eyes went dark for a moment, she couldn't believe her guess, she turned her head and asked, "What's wrong with my body?!"

Seeing her agitated, the servant girl hurriedly comforted her: "Your Majesty...don't worry, your body is fine, it's just that you've exhausted your martial arts. Because your Majesty said that the tiger's sharp claws are coated with poison and must be dissipated." You can save your life by exerting all your martial arts and internal strength, but without martial arts, it will not affect your daily actions."

　This chapter has four thousand words.

　　
　
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