Only you: King's crazy concubine

"You are my good friend. Someone threatens your status. I want to help you." Mu Yingying's eyes are empty, almost word by word, and her tone is like a machine.

Nangong Yu nodded with satisfaction, "tomorrow you lure that woman to Taifu's house, and then everything will follow your original plan."

"Lure her to Taifu's house and act according to the plan."

Nangong Yu's eyes flashed a strange light, "you must be safe. I will thank you."

"You are my good friend, this is what I should." Mu Yingying opened her mouth, and her tone was still like machinery.

Nangong Yu glanced at her in surprise and shook her hand in front of her. She was relieved to make sure she hadn't woken up. It seems that Nangong Yu still has a place in her heart, and it's not completely only for use.

Muyingying's eyes were empty, her sight fell in front, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

Nangong Yu held up the tea cover and then let go. The tea cover fell on the tea cup and made a crisp noise, but it made Mu Yingying shake.

Mu Yingying's eyes gradually became divine. She touched her head. What's the matter? Why is her head so painful.

Nangong Yu casually clapped his hands, "remember what you promised me." then he got up and left.

The rest Mu Yingying frowned and looked at her walking posture, but she couldn't find the answer. She didn't know what she was doubting.

What did the princess say to promise her just now? As soon as this question came to mind, there was an answer in the next second.

Destroy that woman, ruin her reputation, leave the disabled king and leave the Nangong Dynasty.

Although she had the answer in her mind, Mu Yingying always felt something was wrong. It seemed that something important had been forgotten by her. She frowned and suddenly had a splitting headache. She squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, and sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, "ah"

Seeing the butterfly coming to the hall after Nangong Yu left, he saw his young lady squatting on the ground with a painful face and a change of face. He hurried forward, "Miss, miss, what's the matter with you?"

Mu Yingying didn't seem to hear it. She whispered, "I don't want to, I don't want to."

Butterfly's face was worried, "Miss, what don't you want? The maid went to find the master."

Then he ran out. Mu Yingying was sweating. The pain gradually faded and recovered a little consciousness, "stop."

"Miss?" butterfly looked at her in surprise. "Miss, what happened to you just now? Is it still painful? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Muyingying stroked her temples, frowned tightly, and a numbness came from her feet, "help me up."

"Oh, oh." Dieer carefully helped her to one side of the chair and sat down. She couldn't see her for a moment. She was afraid that she would be in pain the next second.

Muyingying was still thinking about the matter just now, and looked a little absent-minded. "Don't tell your father about the matter just now, lest he worry about the old man."

"Yes, but..." butterfly looked down and said, "Miss, do you want to see a doctor?"

Mu Yingying glanced at her, "don't you know if you find a doctor?"

"But the young lady looked like" butterfly frowned.

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Mu Yingying in an unhappy tone, "OK, stop talking, help me back to my room, I want to take a bath."

Hearing the speech, butterfly dared not say anything, so she had to be.

The next day, a big event happened in the capital of Xuanyuan Dynasty. The whole street was covered with something called the letter of commitment. Even on the ground, there were white flowers, like falling snow.

A peddler with a small stall held a piece of paper in his hand. He looked left and right, but he couldn't understand what was written on it. He put it under his ass as a cushion.

"What's written here? How come it's all on the street." the old man in rags shook the paper in his hand.

Suddenly, I saw a group of people nearby, staggering and walking with crutches. In the middle, I saw a scholar like teenager, shaking his head and reading the words on the paper, "Because I destroyed expensive gold and silver jewelry in Liuguang Pavilion and caused a lot of trouble to Liuguang Pavilion, Xia Wan hereby promises to compensate 200000 liang of silver in Liuguang Pavilion within seven days. Here is Miss Xia's name."

The people were in an uproar, "this... 200000 liang of silver, that's equivalent to half of the property of the government."

"Don't you believe that you are stupid? Who is the Duke of the country? He is a good friend of the emperor and a highly valued minister. How can Liuguang Pavilion compare with the important officials of the imperial court? Isn't that asking for trouble?"

"That's right. Even if the country's Duke is defaulting, who dares not admit it, he can only knock off his teeth and swallow it in his stomach."

"What's the matter with this letter of commitment? Does ryukuang Pavilion want to use this method to force the Duke of the country to lose money?"

"It should be."

At this time, the scholar said, "in fact, it's not. The master behind the Liuguang Pavilion is Mr. Junqing. His power is all over the world. He is the most wanted person in the royal family. It can be seen that Mr. Junqing may not lose."

As soon as this remark came out, the people immediately retreated, looked at him with strange eyes, and then slowly dispersed.

The scholar didn't know why. He was about to leave when he saw an old man standing one meter away. It seemed that he had just heard what they said.

The scholar didn't take it to heart. When he moved, he suddenly heard what the old man said, "young man, don't talk about the royal family at the foot of the emperor. The dispute over seizing legitimate rights has always been a tacit matter. No one dares to put it in the open. Be careful that you don't know when you die."

The scholar looked at him with a stubborn look in his eyes, "I'm just stating the facts."

He has always hated the officials who oppressed the people most. He openly said that everything was for the benefit of the people, but it depends on which of their actions is really for the good of the people.

It's well known how many good deeds Mr. Junqing has done for the people this year. He doesn't want Mr. Junqing to be harmed by those traitors in the end.

The old man shook his head slowly and sighed helplessly. While walking on crutches, he said, "it's the most impulsive."

The scholar glanced at his back carelessly, and then walked in the opposite direction. He was disgusted. He was really a strange old man.

On the Jinluan hall, all the civil and military officials were trembling, kneeling on their knees, their forehead against the back of their hands, and a cold sweat gradually appeared on their faces.

Xia Di knelt in the center, not arrogant before.

The beautiful decoration has the final say, "is it too much for you to forget who is the Lord of the world?" who is the boss of the world?

Xia Di didn't expect Xuanyuan Zihao to be so angry. His body shook, and the sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, causing tingling, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand to wipe it.