After some ups and downs, the slender fingers suddenly lifted, stretched the palm, stroked all the way, and finally stopped at the joint of the index finger.

Slowly grinding the sleeve robe, the index finger began to faintly float, and soon, at the joint of the index finger, a strange, uneven dark gold ring appeared.

It was a huáng sè with a whole body of dark gold, and the sculpture was in the shape of a humanoid demon god, with three heads and six arms and a ring inlay.

The slender fingers, the pink nails, linger and rub on the carved inlay, as if reminiscing, as if emotional, and as if forcing oneself to deepen, the remembrance of a certain memory.

The woman's red lips first opened, she spat out a mouthful of fragrance, was slightly silent, and suddenly raised a bright smile on that delicate face covered with tears.

It seems to be muttering to himself, and it seems to be comforting someone who has passed away.

The woman forced out a seductive soft smile, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a bitter saying, "Fortunately, my daughter has been planning for a long time, and now it's finally time to show it, and their good days are about to... It's almost the end. ”

Squinting at the pair of charming eyes with a slight blood-red color, the woman continued to murmur in a cold voice that seemed to come from hell.

The cold voice was enough to make all the listeners invariably produce a sense of fear from the depths of their souls.

"At the beginning, that blood debt, child, must be... I'm sure they'll get back in the way! ”

The silver teeth clenched, the teeth moved slightly, the woman's bright eyes gradually glowed with a trace of bloodshot, and the anger was constantly accumulating with the memories.

That appearance is like a fairy mansion falling into the dust, falling into the netherworld hell, and contaminated with the water of the Lethe River.

It is as shocking as a pure angel who is contaminated with demons and becomes a fallen angel.

Compared with her who was always smiling and smiling in the past, the woman at this time is like two people.

One black and one white, one good and one evil, are like two extremely opposite sides, but they are very strange, fused together.

"Huh? What people?! The woman's palm was slightly pinched, a light flicker, and the ring on her hand faded instantly.

"Tuk tuk tuk...."

As soon as the words fell, outside the door of the secret room, there was a dull knock on the door, and then, from outside the secret room, a rough and powerful voice came.

"Xiao Jie, someone is holding a plaque of Wang Lao Situ, saying that he came to pay respects, but the villain didn't dare to stop him, I don't know..."

"Did you tell him his name?"

Hearing the report, the woman's figure was instantaneous, and she quickly wiped the tears on her cheeks with her backhand.

At the same time, a rose-colored light flashed all over her body, and the lotus arm was lightly raised, covering a robe on top of her body, covering the exposed parts that were enough to make a man's blood boil.

Then, he spread out the information paper on the table, put it in his arms, and asked.

"Well, it seems to be called Deng... Deng Hua? Right! People said that he was a palace attendant, dressed as an old eunuch. The rough man's voice buzzed.

"Deng Hua is still an old eunuch,... Holding Wang Yun's plaque..."The woman thought to herself, and her red lips lightly opened, "Lead him over." ”

"No!"

The sound outside the door was far away, and after a while, about a stick of incense, the footsteps sounded again.

The woman quickly packed up some of the things that could not be seen in the secret room, and her green hair was pulled into a noble hair ornament, and her beautiful and moving face was restored to the calm and tranquility of her usual life in this instant.

In front of outsiders, she will not show the slightest weakness!

Then, with a wave of his hand, the door of the secret room opened from the inside.

Outside the door, a burly and strong man is leading a eunuch dressed as an old man with flower-haired hair about fifty years old, and the robe on his body is composed of a flower python as a shading and a crane red as a tassel.

"Go down!" With a wave of her hand, the woman asked the burly man, the nurse guard who had been waiting outside the secret room, to retreat early.

"No." The burly man bowed his hand respectfully, slowly stepped back, and continued to wait loyally at the door of the secret room.

"You, Deng Hua? My father-in-law recommended you to come to me? What are you looking for me for? ”

Seeing her subordinates leaving, the woman turned around, looked at the old eunuch in front of her again, and after looking up and down, her red lips opened slightly, and her indifferent voice was as crisp and beautiful as a pearl falling on a jade plate.

"Our family, the surname is Deng, who entered the palace at the age of twelve, and Deng Hua is the name of our family before entering the palace, but now that decades have passed, such a name, don't do it.

Our family came to look for you this time for an earth-shattering event that is enough to subvert this day! Deng Hua stroked his shirt and said angrily.

"Big deal? What's the big deal? The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes looked at the old man in front of her like drops.

Glancing at the woman, Deng Hua grinned, and said in a weird manner: "Our family recently heard Situ Gong Wang Yun say that under his knees, there is a smart, beautiful and righteous daughter. Well deserved the name! ”

Looking at the Diao Chan in front of him, he stood lightly, although he was wearing a brocade robe that was not too gorgeous, his tranquil and beautiful cheeks were full of grace and nobility that could not be concealed by plain clothes.

However, it is precisely in such a seductive spirit that there is a hint of calmness.

The slightly slender and slender body, with a frost-like temperament, standing there, is like a round of solitary moon, with an indescribable calmness and sharpness.

Not bad!

Deng Hua nodded with satisfaction.

"What do you mean...?" Diao Chan seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of disgust and boredom quietly flashed on his face, but when it didn't make people react, it quietly faded away.

"Oh? Haven't you mentioned our great cause to Xiao Jie? Deng Hua walked into the secret room and sat down in front of the table, looking at the surroundings with a slight movement of the corners of his eyes, and said with a puzzled face.

"Then why did you notify us that we came here today to look for you, saying that the time was coming?"

"What do you mean... To that one..., conduct...? As if thinking of something, Diao Chan stretched out his hand straight, probed it flat in front of his neck, and slashed across the void, making a killing gesture.

"Hahaha, sure enough, Wang Situ told you, it turns out that Diao Xiao Jie, you are clear about our plan." Deng Hua's old face moved slightly, and he smiled.

"That's right, Dong Zhuo's old thief has been causing trouble in the palace for too long, and his arrogant days have passed for too long, it's time, it's his turn to go to hell!"

Deng Hua nodded and replied with some gritted teeth.

"Poor Son of Heaven is young, oppressed by him, but we can only watch, and now, we have finally waited for this moment to come!" As if looking forward to some kind of beautiful result, Deng Hua's face flushed and he was a little excited.