Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Chen Zhaoyi knelt calmly, then held her breath, nodded and looked at the emperor.

The Phoenix eyes were beautiful, and a pair of obsidian pupils reflected her white face. At the same time, the emperor also frowned slightly. It seemed that he wanted to find something on her face, but he found nothing.

Chen Zhaoyi whispered, "emperor?"

Ning Xiluo stood upright, her cold eyes looking down at her, showing disgust.

Chen Zhaoyi was timid, but said in a low voice: "I know that the emperor used his heart to draw Lanfeng, so the small masters of each palace are somewhat similar to painting Lanfeng. I think I'm not like her. It's my blessing to be recruited into the palace as a concubine."

"You are really different from feng'er." Ning Xiluo said faintly.

Chen Zhaoyi was delighted and said again, "I know that the emperor likes the temperament and appearance of my concubine."

He was calm and peaceful. He just glanced at the picture of LAN Feng who bent over and knelt and sneered: "there seem to be too many rumors in the palace, feng'er, what do you think?"

Painting Lanfeng remained silent for a long time, still bent gently in the snow and said gently, "it's a blessing for my concubine to be similar to Zhaoyi..."

"Zhaoyi?" these words made Chen Zhaoyi suspicious. She is the only Zhaoyi in the palace now. Who is there? But isn't Blue Phoenix similar to her?

Ning Xiluo looked down at Chen Zhaoyi and said, "you are not like her."

Chen Zhaoyi's face was completely pale with this solemn sound: "my concubine is not similar to painting Lanfeng, Emperor -"

But at this time, ningxiluo bent down.

Feng's eyes gazed softly at Chen Zhaoyi, her slender fingers clasped her jaw, carefully looked at the shallow mole on Chen Zhaoyi's neck, and wiped it gently with cold hands.

Chen Zhaoyi trembled and swallowed: "Emperor..."

The cold words as thin as nonsense suddenly crossed her ears. He said, "if Xi'er is as ugly as you, the concubine similar to you in the harem is ugly."

All the fears are in my heart

Chen Zhaoyi looked at Ning Xiluo in a trance, but she couldn't say a word. It was at this moment that she suddenly remembered that general Huaxi, the girl who shocked the four countries, was once Zhaoyi in this palace!

The meaning of painting Lanfeng just now represents everything. The Emperor invited Lanfeng into the palace because of the painting River, and all the concubines in the back Palace are like the painting River, not the painting Lanfeng!

Chen Zhaoyi shouted angrily, "how can you draw a river?"

Before the words were finished, the touch of condensation fell on her.

All the palace maids and the internal prison on the side of the dragon were kneeling on the ground because of these words, and they were trembling with fear: "please calm down, Emperor!"

In front of the emperor, who dared to mention Huaxi, but Chen Zhaoyi tried again and again to provoke the emperor's anger.

However, Long Yan was not angry. Instead, Feng Mou threw her eyes at the man wearing the mask.

Gu Shengyan lifted the whip and stood on ningxiluo's side, just waiting for the imperial edict: "emperor, do you give poisonous wine?"

Poisoned wine

Chen Zhaoyi smiled sarcastically: "emperor, do you want to kill your concubine? Just because it doesn't look like two words?"

Ning Xiluo's eyes never looked at Chen Zhaoyi again. He only said, "it's not me who wants to kill you."

This sound was not cold, but more gentle than usual. Chen Zhaoyi looked ahead along his line of sight——

In the snow, Yunxi wrapped her cloak tightly, which seemed to be a little sleepy. She took it very slowly step by step. The clear eyes under the mask swept to Chen Zhaoyi, and just smiled gently: "my mother asked the emperor to kill Hua Lanfeng, but she was asking for a favor that no one else can get."

She took the whip from Gu Shengyan's hand, raised her arm slightly, and the whip made a long mark in the snow

Frightened, Chen Zhaoyi kept retreating back and said angrily, "are you going to kill this palace? The emperor asked you to kill this palace with a maid!"

Yunxi nodded, but the clear eyes under the moon were shining and condensed: "and I kill you, naturally I also ask for supreme favor."

The sound fell, and Gu Shengyan hurriedly looked at Ning Xiluo.

However, everyone looked at Yunxi with disbelief because of this sentence——

A maid would say such a thing in front of the emperor, but the Emperor just looked at her silently, silent, as if waiting for her to kill the concubine in front of her.

Under the moon, the mask was set off by the moonlight, cold and terrible. But the clear eyes closed their eyes slightly. It seemed to think of a scene in the heart nourishing hall. It suddenly occurred to me that God's eyes were slightly bitter.

……

After she left the blue dream building, she went to the heart nourishing hall, but Ning Xiluo was busy with memorials and didn't look up to see her. After a long time, he sneered and said, "you wanted to kill feng'er. Today, you asked her to stay on the side of the painting for a few days?"

At that time, Yunxi was just stunned and said in a deep voice, "if she can save Liuyan, this will be done."

The cold eyes left in the memorial. Instead, they looked at her and said with a smile: "for Liuyan, face is not a necessary thing. She is a princess. Naturally, she has a way to be responsible for herself."

This responsibility made Yunxi dumbfounded. She could only stand at the table and continue to study ink.

After the palace maid added a few cups of tea back and forth, Ning Xiluo gently put down the pen in his hand. Feng Mou stared at the mask on Yunxi's face and smiled in his tone: "if you stay in the heart nourishing hall as a palace maid for the remaining 11 days, I can't help but give you this gift."

At that time, she was just stunned, full of doubt, staring at ningxiluo, and the ink in her hand had been broken.

Ning Xiluo, however, stretched out his hand and wiped the dirt in her hands with his pure white sleeve. When the clothes were dirty, ningxiluo had a reason to let her change his clothes. When he changed his clothes, he had a reason to send her back to lanmeng building.

The dress of a palace maid and a plain mask already represent what she thinks in her heart.

She wanted to understand at this moment, so she wanted to continue to ask for instructions for painting Lanfeng. As a price, she will continue to stay in the heart nourishing hall as a palace maid.

Staying in Yangxin hall is not only for painting cool, but also for Chu Lin'an.

If you can be closer to ningxiluo, you will be closer to gambling. If she can hurt ningxiluo, she will win. Chu Lin'an can escape the endless pursuit of Xizhou and live, can't she? For better or worse, she was unharmed.

Now, Yunxi stands in the snow with a whip in his hand, and his eyes are staring at Chen Zhaoyi who is retreating in the snow: "Today, the empress hurt Hua Lanfeng behind the emperor's back. In the future, the empress still doesn't know what to do behind the emperor's back. If the emperor is willing to give the favor of killing the imperial concubine to the empress, the empress will naturally be able to sit in Zhaoyi's position. If the emperor is willing to give the favor of killing Zhaoyi, the emperor is willing to give us slaves. The greedy slaves will certainly accept it. Are you right, empress Zhaoyi?"