Nan Qian began to ponder deeply, "Your Majesty, I can help you, but I have the conditions...."

Nan Qian's condition is just to save the queen, and Yelu Pulu still has a trace of affection in his heart, which has been with him for many years.

But when Nan Qian saw the queen again, the depressed and desperate woman was like a withered woman, and her eyes were full of resentment.

Nan Qian didn't speak, and sat quietly beside her. Rubbing against the scabbed wound on his face, there would soon be a scar here, a scar that would never be erased.

Since that day, Zhu Li has changed as a person, wearing the most colorful dress and the most beautiful makeup. Dance in the palace.

She said that joy can only be felt in dance.

The sky was dark, and the news of Manisha and Zhuli's deaths came.

The entire palace was shrouded in darkness.

With that, Zhu Li held the sword and plunged deeply into Manisha's heart, falling with her in a pool of blood.

The corners of the two mouths raised slightly, thinking that at the last moment they were relieved and relieved.

Yelupuru's face didn't have much emotion, and he held a funeral for them with a cold face.

It's snowing.

Nan Qian finally received a ruthless letter.

She also finally gained the trust of Yelu Pulu and successfully returned to the Min Dynasty.

It's just that everything is worse than expected.

"It stinks to death, and I don't know where she got her face back"

The rumors in the palace spread more and more, and finally Jiang Liang ordered it to stop.

Nan Qi was standing in the middle of the temple at the moment, with half of the mask on her face and wearing coarse cloth clothes.

It's not pretty, but it's not sloppy.

The words that came from the hearts of the people were nothing but discrimination against the Turks.

"Why don't you ask me for help?" Jiang Liang looked at her a little distressed and choked up.

"Isn't the concubine back now?" Nan Qian was a little indifferent.

"Your face...."

"Your Majesty forgot, the concubine is a doctor" Nan Qian smiled brightly, yes, doctor. But healers don't heal themselves. The second half of the sentence was not spoken, and it was not necessary.

"Yes, doctor..."Jiang Liang muttered to himself.

"It's good to come back, Queen Tiredness will go down and rest first"

"Isn't there anything Your Majesty wants to ask?"

"I believe in you, go down"

Nan Qian didn't say anything more, thanked him, and went back to the palace.

Xing'er and Sang Zhi cried into tears, eager to bear the pain of disfigurement for her.

Cassia heard about her injuries and also came to visit.

Nan Qian waved her hand, "Why don't you keep it, it's not in the way"

The most important thing now is to properly regulate the relations between the two countries.

She knew that there had always been Turkic people, spying on them.

That night, she discussed with Jiang Li non-stop.

Jiang Liang was rarely angry with her, flicked his sleeves, and frowned, "Queen, you are really like them, you are a Turkic spy." Don't forget where you're from."

"The concubine remembers that Your Majesty said today that she believed in the concubine, but now the concubine has only said three or two sentences, and Her Majesty has begun to define it, and she doesn't want to hear it. Anyway, this world is His Majesty's world, and the people are also His Majesty's people, why do the concubines need to make this trip to the troubled waters," Nan Qian said angrily.

"Don't try to prevaricate with the world and the people, saying, are you really with that..."

Nan Qian knew what he was referring to, "They ruined the face of the concubine, do they still think about the concubine." Your Majesty, you still believe the rumors after all."

"Well, I don't care about you. I don't blame you for talking about the government, since I'm back, I'll take care of my injuries. I and the ministers know the Turkic affairs in their hearts."

"Take care of your injuries? Your Majesty thinks that the concubine is back, can the skullcap keep to herself? Nan Qian couldn't help but yell.

Imperial concubine, Huang and Huang are more than a little bit different. It's only been a long time, and she just gave up the back position.

Speaking of skullcap, Jiang Liang looked at Nan Qian's eyes with a little guilt, and even his tone calmed down, "I and Qin'er grew up together, she always revolves around me in everything, and I snubbed her. You're the same age as her, so you should deal with the harem together."

Nan Qian walked out of the imperial study, and the cold wind brushed her cheeks, like frost pricking her skin.

For the next few days, Nan Qian nested in the palace and read. The Turkic affairs Jiang Liang has a tough attitude, and can only find a more suitable time.

"Niangniang, I heard that the cold plum in the imperial garden has bloomed" Xing'er said to her early in the morning with a cold air.

Nan Qian raised her eyes and stared straight up. A cold wind blew outside the temple gate, and the snow was white. After staying in the palace for so long, it's time to go out for a walk.

Putting on a fox fur, Nan Qian and his party came to the Imperial Garden.

In the distance, I could hear laughter from inside the garden.

"Mother, it's so beautiful. This plum seems to belong to the mother by nature," Lan'er pinned a bouquet of plum blossoms to the skullcap and praised it.

"What nonsense, this plum hasn't been opened for decades. How can it suddenly bloom today?"

Nan Qian heard a familiar voice and wanted to take a detour, but Xing'er suddenly pulled Nan Qian's sleeve.

"Niangniang, look, that Mei is really beautiful. Isn't it welcoming the return of the mother?" Xing'er said as she rubbed her little red hands.

Nan Qian looked carefully, but Mei didn't see it clearly. Only a slightly bulging belly was seen.

"Xing'er..."Nan Qian turned around, and Xing'er smiled bitterly at her, as if she already knew.

Nan Qian didn't know how to get back to the palace, and she didn't know when the teacup in her hand was full, and she burned her hand.

"Niangniang...."Xing'er stood aside a little lonely.

I don't know how many days have passed, and Nanqian is muddy every day. His ears do not listen to what is going on outside the window, and he only reads the books of the sages.

"I heard that Your Majesty is very sick and can't take care of himself anymore, but is it true?"

"That's not it, it's all in the hands of the prime minister. Our Majesty, who is so young and busy with government affairs all day long, has exhausted himself."

The teacup in Nan Qian's hand fell in response, and the hot tea spilled on the ground.

Sick? Obviously, a few days ago, she was still alive and well, how could she be seriously ill today. It's clear that he just found a reason to prevaricate and be happy with others.

Nan Qian casually put on a coat and rushed to the Qianqing Palace.

"Why don't you let me in?" Nan Qian looked at the guards who stopped her with displeasure.

"It is Your Majesty's will to spare your life"

"You let him come out and tell me in person, or I'll have to go in," Nan Qian said, rolling up her sleeves and rushing inside.

"Ahem, ahem... Nan Qian, I don't want to see you, get out" Jiang Li's weak cough came from the hall, and a very indifferent sentence.

I rely on the kindness to treat you and drive people away. Get out of here, let your skullcap baby take care of it for you.

Nan Qian took the medical box and threw up his sleeves and left.

A cold blade was taken down in the hall, Jiang Li's lifeless eyes took a deep look at the palace door, and sighed.

Let's go, it's better to go far.

Nan Qian was originally in a very bad mood and walked back to the hall, but suddenly realized something.

Wrong....

There is a conspiracy ....