Nan Yan smiled and said gently: "Miss Cheng is the imperial concubine and the emperor's woman, if I kill you, I will take my life to apologize." ”

Cheng Zaixi heard her say this, and his fear was slightly reduced.

Yes, she is the imperial concubine, no matter how bold Nan Yan is, how dare she murder the emperor's woman?

She gasped, the begging in her eyes disappeared, and she was about to return to her lofty posture, but she felt a sudden pain in her lower back!

She lowered her head slowly.

The dagger pierced her lower abdomen.

Blood oozed out, gradually staining her palace skirt red.

Her whole body was bent like a bow, her fingertips trembled, and she gently hugged her stomach.

Nan Rouge drew his dagger.

She tilted her head and smiled more arbitrarily: "It's a pity, I'm not afraid to apologize for my life." ”

seemed to be afraid that the knife did not stab Cheng Zaixi, so she viciously gave her two more knives.

Cheng Zai was covered in blood.

She stared at Nan Yan tightly, and kept retreating until she finally collapsed to the ground with all her strength.

Blood trickled from her wounds, staining the blue brick beneath her crimson.

Her skirt was spread out, and her eyes were staring blankly at the veranda beams.

Nan Yan stood in place, his voice indifferent: "In the past, you sold me into the kiln, and I will never forget this account." Cheng Zai, if you die at my hands tonight, I will be relieved. ”

She turned the dagger and was about to go upstairs to find Nan Baoyi to settle the account, thinking of those grandmothers with big shoulders and round waists, she thought about it for a while, put away the dagger and turned to leave.

A few old women were out of breath from climbing the stairs of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

When I finally climbed to the top, I was so tired that I sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

When they finally rested enough, they beat their waists and picked up the key given by Song Rou to open the brass lock.

Pushing open the door, the smell of strong alcohol came to my face.

In the quaintly decorated study room, there are countless wine jars overturned.

Spirits flowed all over the ground, and the palace lamps were like flowing gold.

The girl in the black woven gold peony skirt sat barefoot on the bookcase, and was tilting her head to pour wine into her mouth, and the crystal clear wine rolled down her neck, wetting a large piece of clothing.

The grandmothers looked at each other.

Nan Baoyi smashed the wine jar, raised his scarlet drunken eyes, and his consciousness was very sober: "I injured Chu Huainan's eyes, you were sent by Song Rou to punish me?" ”

The grandmothers nodded subconsciously and hurriedly shook their heads.

The leading grandmother put on an old face and said majestically: "Miss Nan, the queen mother is merciful, not only does not care about your crime of stabbing the Son of Heaven, but even promotes you to the position of concubine, you should be grateful." You behave vulgarly, gather people to gamble, drink and smoke, and we have come to train you. ”

"Femdom me?"

Nan Baoyi tilted her head and smiled.

She jumped off the bookcase with a smile, staggered to the middle of several old women, reached out to pull out the bun of this grandmother, and reached out to poke the face of the grandmother, which made a group of old grandmothers angry.

She leaned against the door, and her thin white fingertips turned the thin pipe: "When I was comparing the palace rules and manners with Shulili, how many of you didn't know where to wash the gong bucket, and you also deserved to train me?" ”

"Humph!" The old lady sneered and slowly rolled up her sleeves, "At this time and that time, the girl was the fiancée of the hot prince of King Jing, and now the girl is just a dog in the palace." If the master wants to beat you, then he will beat you, so you can talk nonsense? ”

Several other old ladies also revealed their original fierce faces.

Nan Baoyi watched them take out the needles and other punishments, and just sneered.

She pointed to the opposite window, "Look, Queen Mother." ”

Several grandmothers were shocked, and hurriedly put on a respectful face, and blessed themselves in a proper manner.

But this is the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion, a hundred feet in the air outside the window, how can there be a trace of Song Rou!

Realizing that they had been tricked, they hurriedly looked at Nan Baoyi angrily.

Nan Baoyi had already gently and skillfully covered the fan.

She hung the brass lock from the outside, pierced the Korean paper pasted on the lattice, and beckoned to several old women with crooked eyebrows: "I'm leaving!" ”

Mammas: "......"

They're locked up here!

Infuriate to the point of exploding!

"Slut, open the door!"

"Little Wave Hoof, let me wait out!"

"Let me teach you what is respect and humility and what are rules!"

They desperately shook the door, clamoring for Nan Baoyi to let them out.

Nan Baoyi came up with wine, his face was flushed, and he fiddled with the fan for a long time, and praised: "It's worthy of being a thing in the palace, it's quite solid, hey!" ”

Ignoring the cursing in the library, she slowly pulled out the fire fold from her bosom and lowered her head to light a cigarette.

Tobacco has a bitter and sweet taste.

The girl took a deep breath of her cigarette, squinted her eyes and tilted her head, gently exhaling the smoke ring.

The lights are turning.

Her side face is white and delicate, her eyelashes are mottled, her slightly open red lips are hidden in the smoke, and she is lined with a black skirt, which has a kind of decadent and delicate gorgeousness.

She lowered her eyes.

Wine trickled from under the fan, wetting her embroidered shoes.

This is the liquor she specially asked the West Factory to come, it can almost be regarded as burning in case of fire, and it was originally intended to be used by her to deal with Chu Huainan.

She took two steps back, tapped the fan with a thin gold-painted pipe, and drunkenly scolded: "A group of old pious women, you are the hooves, you are the sluts!" The dog slave who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, Song Rou's dog legs, what are you doing alive, you have to die here! ”

The ashes of the burning smoke shook to the ground.

They fell into the wine, but in an instant, the puddle burst into flames!

The fire is in full bloom.

The grandmothers in the room were so frightened that they pounded on the door and screamed, and the cursing gradually turned into pleading.

Nan Baoyi listened but did not listen.

She bent down to pick up a jar of wine by the door and staggered down the scripture pavilion.

The stars are shining tonight.

Nan Baoyi staggered out of the Scripture Pavilion.

The hundred-foot-tall building burned behind her, and the palace people exclaimed, "The water has gone", and groups of people came to put out the fire with wooden barrels.

……

"The Scripture Pavilion has gone out of the water?!"

In the imperial study, Song Rou was taking care of Chu Huainan, and when she heard the palace maid's report, her face was so angry that she was hideously distorted: "Did Nan Baoyi make it again?" She's in the harem, can't she stop a little?! ”

Song Rou is the queen, and there is such a big thing in the palace, so she can only hurry over to investigate.

Chu Huainan, who was on the couch, slowly opened his eyes.

Scripture Pavilion ......

This is where he really took the initiative with Xiaojun, and she was willing to burn it down.

He was afraid that Song Rou would be unfavorable to Nan Baoyi, so he stood up and ordered: "Set up the Hidden Scripture Pavilion." ”

When Chu Huainan found Nanbaoyi, the girl was lying in front of a side hall not far from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The palace lamp under the eaves was old, she was drunk on the bluestone steps, the woven gold skirt was scattered like flowers, the crow hair was like silk, the wine jar at her feet was poured, and the wine wet her embroidered shoes.

He took the lamp and slowly approached.

The little girl who fell asleep faded away from the ferocity and flamboyance in the daytime, and only squeamishness and sadness were left between her eyebrows and eyes, probably missing Xiao Yi in her sleep, right?

Chu Huainan stretched out his fingertips and slowly brushed her eyebrows.

His eyes were deep, and he murmured: "I can't ask for it, what can I do about it?" ”

……

Following.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, she found ......

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The second brother will come back tomorrow