Cutting Power(18)

Ten zhang red dust decorates him with splendor, and he wears a thousand hibiscus clothes.

And he didn't even look back, just like this, through the vicissitudes of her life, step by step, it was her memories and unwillingness.

If you don't see each other, how ruthless is affection.

The palace chief hurriedly lowered his head, pinched the cup, and did not say a word

, a snow-white white fell in her afterglow.

Guan Wushu looked at the palace chief, smiled, and said,

"Palace Chief Jue, the person I said is here, you are so silent and cold, it's not the etiquette of meeting guests, and it's not like you."

Gong Changjue pinched the cup, she decided to avoid him for the sake of the palace family, but he appeared everywhere. Now, she is the person who is on the same front as her, a companion who can help her take revenge, but even if she knows, she can't look him in the eye and talk to him without any guilt.

Gong Changjue took a deep breath and suppressed the tremor in his voice,

"I really didn't expect it to be Chu Shizi."

But she felt that her appearance was too ridiculous, and such nervousness and uneasiness didn't it confirm that her heart was in turmoil because of him?

Palace Chief Jue calmed his mood and slowly raised his eyes.

It doesn't matter, it's just a companion, a companion who can help her get revenge. It's okay, it's okay.

Gong Changjue's eyes fell on Chu Ranxuan, but he saw him looking at him fixedly.

In a pair of eyes, she could see the frank and slanting sun, and she could see the unreachable glittering light of her previous life, which was the light of bliss that she had imagined thousands of times in countless nights sitting under the moon, and it was the light of bliss that she could not reach.

Her hand shook and she knocked over the tea, and the hot tea fell on the back of her hand, burning pain, and the tea still spilled over the back of her hand.

Chu Ranxing stared, hurriedly reached out and grabbed her hand and lifted it up slightly, and the remaining tea did not fall into her hand again.

The palace chief was panicked, and hurriedly shook off Chu Ranxin's hand,

"Thank you Shizi, I hurt my hand this time, I'm afraid I can't talk about it, so I will go first."

Gong Changjue rushed out of the door, and she didn't realize how flustered her steps were, and her heart was only more flustered than her steps.

She clutched her chest, gasping for breath.

She didn't even think that the person Guan Wuwu said might be Chu Ranxing.

It was she who was careless.

But if she wants to cooperate with Guan Wuluo, there will definitely be no less chance to see Chu Ranxin in the future, but her foundation is still shallow, and she has no ability to protect herself in front of the imperial power.

Weng Yu has always been Emperor Yuan's favorite daughter, arrogant and possessive, in the previous life, Gong Chang Jue and Chu Ranyu obviously did not have any actual contact, but Weng Yu knew that Chu Ranyu might be pleased with her, so he was so heavy on her and the Gong family.

Gong Changjue only felt that his heart was beating extremely fast, in case the urn was still like this in this life, it would not only be himself, but also the Gong family.

At least, for the sake of the Gong family, she must not have more contact with Chu Ranxing.

Gong Changjue took a deep breath and leaned on the railing to go downstairs.

Walking on the bustling streets, the anxiety and anxiety in my heart are better.

She walked on the street, but many people smiled and greeted her kindly, and the palace chief responded one by one.

She doesn't wear a veil now, but because of this, she can feel the kindness of these strange people to her.

Although the palace family is in decline in the imperial court now, in this life, the reputation of the palace family is at its peak, and all the people respect it, and they will never lose their dignity and faith like in their previous life, and die coldly.

Gong Changjue's emotions calmed down a lot, but he was bumped into head-on by a person, Gong Changjue took two steps back, saw the person coming clearly, and his pupils dilated suddenly.

The urn Yu was dressed in a concubine-colored ayaluo, and looked at the palace chief with a domineering gaze.

And the waiter ** Yang beside the urn Yu said in a weird manner,

"You bumped into our princess, why don't you kneel down and apologize and ask the princess for forgiveness?"

Gong Changjue frowned slightly, looking at Weng Yu's face, her heart was full of anger, her hands clenched unconsciously, and her nails sank into her palms.

However, she suppressed the anger in her heart, and saluted,

"The courtier offended the princess, and asked the princess to forgive her sins."

The maid beside him said,

"Are you deaf? Asked you to kneel down and apologize, and you turned a deaf ear. ”

The urn said,

"Hey, don't be like this, how can you treat Miss Gong like this, how can you say it, Miss Gong is also the daughter of the Third Prince, aren't you rude like this?"

The urn Yu casually pulled out a hairpin and threw it on the ground, high on the road,

"As long as Miss Gong picks up this hairpin for Bengong, Bengong will write it off."

Gong Changjue tried his best to keep his complexion unchanged, and said,

"The princess is magnanimous, and the courtiers should pick up this hairpin for the princess to ask the princess for forgiveness."

As she spoke, Gong Changjue bent down and went to pick up the hairpin, and when her hand touched the hairpin, a foot fell on the back of her hand.

The urn stepped on the back of her hand and sneered,

"What, Miss Gong doesn't want to pick it up?"

People who came and went watched this scene, and a woman said,

"Isn't that Miss Gong, how can you be bullied-"

The woman was immediately covered by someone's mouth, and the person next to her whispered,

"That's Princess Wengyu, you don't want to die, hurry up."

The urn Yu's feet were crushed on the back of Gong Changjue's hand, and he mocked,

"Gong Changjue, aren't you very proud? Why can't you be proud now? ”

The urn mocked word by word,

"The slut who deceives the world and steals his name, he wants to climb up to Chu Shizi, it is really a dream, even if you are not qualified to match the groom in Chu Shizi's mansion, you dare to think about Chu Shizi."

Gong Changjue's chest heaved and heaved, and his hand was pressed under the feet of the urn.

No, no.

Now she doesn't have enough ability to be around, if she angers the urn Yu, it will affect the palace family, if it leads to the same ending as in her previous life, wouldn't it be her to bury the palace family with her own hands, and if she can't bear it, she will make a big plan, she must not try to be happy for a while, and put the palace family in danger.

Gong Changjue gritted his teeth and said slowly, word by word,

"The courtiers are just sludge, how dare you think about the prince of Chu, the courtiers have no intention of taking marriage leave after the divorce, princess, you have golden branches and jade leaves, beautiful and noble, you are a good match for the prince of Chu, the courtiers are just grass mustard, how can the princess be angry about it."

Urn Yu stepped on her hand, a little harder,

"Really?"

The palace chief said,

"The courtiers are from a humble background, they don't know how to write and ink, they don't know how to educate, they only know how to dance knives and guns, they don't have the appearance of a woman, and they don't even have the qualifications to compare with the princess, how dare they think about Chu Shizi, the courtiers are just the mud under the princess's feet, and the princess steps on it, I'm afraid that it will dirty her feet."

The urn is a metaphor for words,

"Count yourself on a bit of self-knowledge."

The urn raised his feet,

"That's right, but don't get dirty with your shoes."

The palace chief hurriedly picked up the hairpin and handed it to the maid beside the urn. The back of her hand was bleeding continuously, she was already blistered by the water, and she was stepped on hard by the urn, and her flesh and blood were blurred at this time.

When the urn was seen, I was relieved,

"Suqin, let's go, the hairpin was thrown to the palace, and the palace didn't want the things that the slut had touched."