"My aunt thinks that this palace is in him...... What is the position of Hou Ye's heart? Ouyang Zhen turned around, her indifferent eyes vaguely seemed to be flowing with turbulent dark waves, and her long curly eyelashes cast a small green shadow on her face, and her beautiful face was difficult to distinguish under the candlelight.

"The slave doesn't know." With just one question, Aunt Wanhui's sideburns broke out with fine sweat, which taught her how to answer?

"I don't know about this palace, and it is precisely because I don't know that I want to take Emperor Lingxiang over. If he falls, Bengong doesn't have to think about it anymore, and he dies in Lingyun Pavilion headlong, which is better than letting people poke his backbone as soon as he goes out, scolding Bengong as a slut who has betrayed the country. If there is still room to turn around, this palace will have the opportunity to plan again. Auntie understands? ”

Ouyang Zhen said slowly, word by word, the clouds were light and clear, but Aunt Wanhui felt cold in her heart for a while.

During the day, I saw those low-ranking women crying and crying for help, but they were still driven out of the palace like animals. Rao is Wanhui has tasted bitterness and suffering since she was a child, and she is also terrified when she looks at it.

Listening to the palace people talking, this Hou Ye's methods are very resolute, only one day, those who should be killed, those who should be paid, the entire Haoyi City is full of blood. Even the remnants of the Chinese army in several places were beaten to the ground.

Huaguo is really completely finished. Now the lady in front of him is going to use this to test his means......

Ouyang Zhen picked up the magnolia hairpin in his hand, and the corners of his elegant mouth hooked up a poignant wry smile: "The innocence of this palace is like this broken hairpin, and there is no possibility of repairing it." The country of China has been destroyed, and it is very simple for this palace to want to die, but there are concerns in this palace, and there is hatred and hatred. However, if you blindly tolerate it, it is not the best policy. Auntie understands? ”

"Understood." There was no trace of ripple in Aunt Wanhui's voice. How did she not know? Women are already miserable, and in the troubled times of Xiao Xiao, they are even more like floating duckweed, and a wave will come down, that is, there are no bones. How to keep oneself has long gone beyond the love and hate of the family and the country.

Because of this, she wanted to persuade Ouyang Zhen to endure and endure, but now, every step, Ouyang Zhen slowly calculated, did not dare to make another wrong step, every step was stepping on the tip of the knife, which was both thrilling and painful in her heart, and this kind of wisdom and patience made her more convinced.

There was even more sound in the hall, and the two of them were silent. Suddenly, the air outside the temple seemed to be awakened, and the sound of someone bowing was faintly heard.

Ouyang Zhen's face tightened and sat down again. Picked up the jade comb on the table and combed the already neat hair one by one.

Aunt Wan Hui took a deep breath and quickly moved to the door, standing respectfully.

A slight cold wind blew, and a tall and burly figure approached. He was wearing a dark gold-rimmed cloak, and the wind passed through, like eagle wings, with a solemn aura.

The person who came was handsome and profound, with a face as white as jade, eyebrows that flew like eagle wings, and thin lips that were pursed into a thin line. He was wearing a dark purple robe, a jade belt and a golden crown, and golden auspicious clouds were outlined on the soap boots. The whole person is indescribably noble, and the kingly spirit on his body is shocking. He walked into the hall and glanced up at it first.

With just one glance, Wan Hui felt that the warm and fragrant inner hall suddenly became a little colder.

"The slave and maid visit the Hou Ye." Aunt Wan Hui stepped forward to pay a visit, and hurriedly stepped forward to take off his cloak, and then a palace person handed him a towel and hot water, and carefully twisted it before lightly changing his face.

Ouyang Zhen stood quietly by the dressing table, not kneeling down with everyone. He only didn't do it, and calmly let the palace people serve him. Aunt Wan Hui softly pointed to the palace people to do things, and glanced at Ouyang Zhen from time to time, with a sense of worry between her eyebrows.

When the palace people offered the soothing lily flowers, Yuguan retreated, and Aunt Wanhui finally glanced up worriedly, only to see the two Bodhisattvas in the hall expressionless, so she had to reluctantly close the door of the temple.

Chu Huotian waited for the voice to go away, before turning around and looking at her, Ouyang Zhen raised his head, and his beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, without the slightest fear or the expected hatred.

Chu Huotian saw that she was dressed in a light purple palace dress, and her upper body was wearing a red gauze of the same color. The cloud-like green silk is only lightly inserted with a few bead hairpins, and no fat powder is applied without makeup. The whole person is like a noble and proud orchid, luxurious and generous.

He suddenly laughed softly, but there was no trace of a smile in the laughter: "At three o'clock today, someone from the palace came to report that there were thirteen women below the third rank who swallowed gold, and seven died by hitting the pillar. The outer court received and repelled officials below the fifth grade, and 27 were self-judged. At this point, he suddenly stared at her and said no more.

His eyes were like a cone, and Ouyang Zhen's breathing almost became rapid: "Master Hou said this, did he want to make the concubine afraid?" ”

Her voice was as clear as water, floating through the inner sanctum, but there was no sign of fear.