Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 21
Only she and Zhou Wei were left in Zhongcui Palace.

She looked at Shen Hualou with her eyes focused, as if she was examining something dangerous.

"Who are you?"

"Return to the empress, maidservant Qianji!" Hualou lowered her head, her words were neither humble nor overbearing, if she wanted to pretend to be someone close to Shen Hualou, now she had to reveal her identity, so naturally she didn't have to be obsequious.

"Don't pretend to be confused, who is your master?" Zhou Wei's words were ruthless, with a chilling aura. In this court, it is better to kill a hundred by mistake than to let one go.

"Report to your mother, it's Miss Fourth!"

"Presumptuous! There is no one left by her side. I have never seen you before when you were by her side." In fact, what Zhou Wei said was to scare her. Zhou Wei and her had never met before. After a few days, because Zhou Wei was away all year round, even after returning to the imperial capital, he rarely met, how could he see the person next to Shen Hualou.

"Your Majesty is away all the year round, and she doesn't meet my master very often, and the slaves rarely go out with the master, so it's completely normal for your Majesty not to see the slaves."

"Why did you come into the palace?"

Hualou froze for a moment, slowly raised his head, looked at Zhou Wei and knelt down: "Your Majesty, my master died so unjustly!"

She knelt down and prostrated herself in front of Zhou Kui, and the grievance came from her choked voice, full of grievance and sorrow, but it seemed very real, and the corner of the painting building did not miss the moment when Zhou Kui frowned slightly .

In this way, even if Zhou Wei didn't believe it at first, he now believes it a little bit.

Hua Lou couldn't help sighing that if he wanted to survive in this palace, it all depended on his acting skills.

Seeing that Zhou Wei didn't speak, and the pear blossoms in the painting building looked like rain, tears fell to the ground, Zhou Wei frowned and looked down at Shen Hualou who was kneeling on the ground, and said: "Get up first, this is not a place to talk. Son, come in with me."

"Thank you, ma'am!" Hualou said, getting up slowly from the ground. In her last life, she was sitting in a wheelchair because of a broken leg, so she rarely knelt down, but these days, she knelt down several times.

Follow Zhou Wei into the house.

"Why did you come into the palace?" Zhou Wei asked her in a deep voice.

"Going back to your mother, there is only a slave girl left by the master's side. Thinking about how sad she is in hell! The slave girl speaks lightly, but the master thinks it's worthless!"

"You want revenge?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhou Wei's mouth, as if mocking her overreaching.

Hua Lou didn't speak, but heard Zhou Wei say: "There are crisis traps everywhere in this palace. If your face is seen by her, you won't even be able to see today's sunset!"

is not that right?Just now Zhou Wei felt that her face resembled Shen Qingqiang, and wanted to vent her anger on her. If Shen Qingqiang saw it, she would inevitably feel like Shen Hualou, she couldn't help it!
"Your Majesty, the slave has already come in. I don't ask your mother to protect you in life or death, but if you don't cause trouble for your mother, your mother will pretend that you have never seen this person, and you don't know that there is such a person in the palace." Hua Lou said kneeling. In front of her, the attitude is sincere.

Zhou Wei's expression was cold, but there was an aura in his heart that was hard to suppress, yes, after death, no one cares about it, and the final destination of such a person is actually a mass grave!

Looking at the person in front of her again, kneeling on the ground with her straight back, she couldn't help but regret in her heart: "I will arrange someone to take you out. She should be very pleased with this heart."

(End of this chapter)