"Third brother, seriously, you disappointed me too much."

The hysteria of dialects can be described as an empowerment for me, and the fact that she can say these words in front of everyone shows that what she said is all true, I really didn't expect Mu Jinhuan to hurt her so much.

No wonder as soon as she saw me, she couldn't wait to pounce on me and bite me hard! But she put all this on me, and I was also very uncomfortable, obviously I didn't do it, but I could only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach, and I couldn't tell if I was dumb and ate coptis.

Because I really don't know anything about the words that are meant by the dialect...... Even if I just want to refute it, I don't know where to start......!

However, even if this were the case, I could not remain silent, for if I did not say a single sentence, I would most likely have confirmed the words of the tongue in the eyes of these courtiers and nobles. Even with Long Qianye's help, I couldn't be indifferent to this, and in desperation, I had to pretend to understand what I didn't understand, "Why can't I understand a word of what Miss Fourth is saying?" ”

Originally, I almost couldn't help but call her a dialect, but those people below respectfully called her Miss Four, and I wanted to come to someone whose status was at least better than mine, so I had to call the dialect Miss Four in order to avoid falling into the mouth.

"Huh! Don't you understand? Time may not prove many things, but Miss Ben has seen through many things! Miss Ben is not afraid to tell her best friend what is in her heart, but she is afraid to turn around, but some people tell others about it as a joke! Miss Ben is not afraid of someone stabbing her in the back, and she is afraid that after turning around, she will see the person who stabbed Miss Ben in the back, and she is the person that Miss Ben treats with her heart! ”

As she spoke, she burst into tears and looked heartbroken and pitiful, and although she had changed her previous hysteria and created the illusion that she had been hurt, the attitude she had now had a great repercussion on me.

To me, every word seemed like a metaphor for something, and I could hear it, let alone those courtiers and nobles. It is obvious which is true and which is false.

"The woman you said does sound very vicious, but that woman is not me, I don't understand why you have to confuse me with the woman named Mu He Jinhuan who is already dead, but take 10,000 steps back, I can tell you very bluntly, my father's surname is Yu, not Mu. Also, what do you say that the woman called Mu Jinhuan is vicious and betrayal to you, as the saying goes, a slap doesn't make a sound, good has good causes, and evil has evil causes, is it just someone else's fault? Why don't you try to find the cause in yourself? ”

In the first half, I used to explain my distinct position, and in the second half, I made a relatively rational analysis of the dialect and Mu Jinhuan's past. It's not easy for people to live, and it's not tiring to spend your whole life hating someone?

If you are sad, you should think less about some entangled people and things, and there will be many obstacles on the way forward in life. Why care about things that can't be changed? If you are sad, you will try your best to heal, except for life and death, it is a trivial matter, so no matter how big the entanglement she and Mu Jinhuan have had, even if Mu Jinhuan is deeply guilty, but after all, everyone is dead, what I don't understand is why she has to be obsessed with a dead person......

Although Mu Jinhuan's soul is in my body, this can't change the fact that she was once dead......

So, dialect she just bites Mu Jinhuan's soul in my body, what is the point?

I thought that the dialect might continue to make small things big and big things bigger at this point, but I didn't expect her to put forward a proposal for me to perform, "Third brother, this song and dance really doesn't look new, I wonder if the third brother can let this girl be the third brother and dance a song for all of us?" ”

Immediately afterwards, the dead old man with a bumpy face who was always not good at speaking and helped the dialect speak stood up, and Long Qianye didn't have time to speak, so he was particularly impatient to echo the dialect, "According to the minister's opinion, Miss Four's suggestion is quite good, Miss Four suspects that this woman is Miss Mu who is not dead, and this woman swears to shake her head and deny it, there is nothing to do, which is true or false, and naturally needs a conclusion, the minister remembers that Miss Mu doesn't seem to know how to perform music and dance, if this woman can perform music and dance." , to prove that this woman is not Miss Mu, what does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince think? ”

Dance......? Can I say that this is one of the things I've been particularly good at since I was a kid?

Carefully understand this dead old man's big words after biting the text and chewing the words, it seems that he wants me to leak some flaws, so as to determine whether I am Mu Jinhuan or not?

I was thinking about whether I should jump or not, jump, it seems that things are not as simple as they seem, if I don't dance, they will definitely have all kinds of guesses that I can't dance, and they must criticize me even harder, the next second, Long Qianye actually stood up from his seat suddenly, grabbed the wine glass in front of the table with lightning speed and threw it in the face of the person in a daze, the glass of wine did not waste a drop in the process, and even the wine and glass all smashed on the person's head, the force was outrageous!

With a bang, the cup fell to the ground, and the tip of the old man's forehead with a bumpy face immediately flowed out of stream after stream of scarlet blood!

The uproar set off by Long Qianye's bare hands immediately caused everyone in the hall to be frightened, including me......

What I don't understand is why he suddenly started a fire......

looked at Long Qianye worriedly, he had long known that his whole state today looked very wrong, as if he had endured to the extreme, and it happened to explode at this moment, but, in my opinion, Long Qianye seemed to be trying his best to control the strength in his hand at the moment when he threw out the cup, because with his temperament, if anyone offends him, that person will definitely not die or be disabled, and this dead old man just has a little blood, it should be regarded as a warning that Long Qianye has endured for a long time, right?

"General, what do you mean by that? Bengong said, Xiao Fan'er is not Mu Jinhuan, what's the matter, Bengong has only been gone for a few days, doesn't he even have this credible majesty? ”

I'm not quite sure if Long Qianye's sudden anger just now is because the dialect and this dead old man always forced me not to let go, he is short or what, but I can feel an inexplicable warmth, because this is the first time I have clearly realized that Long Qianye, he seems to be standing up for me?

The moment the cup hit the ground and collided with the ground, all the courtiers and nobles in the hall had already hurriedly got up and puffed, one after another neatly lying on the ground, the song stopped, the dance also stopped, and the whole hall was shrouded in a haze that seemed to be nothing.

Long Qianye took half of my body into his arms, patted me on the back, and whispered in my ear, "Xiao Fan'er, it's not good for this palace, let you be bullied by these people in vain, this palace is now entangled in everything, and is controlled by others, Xiao Fan'er, you are willing to give this palace some time, and wait for this palace to deal with those tricky things with full authority, at that time, if anyone dares to be disrespectful to you again, this palace will definitely kill them one by one!" ”

Although it was a whisper, it was so quiet at the moment, how could the people below not hear it clearly? This remark sounds like it was said to me alone, but it was actually said as a warning to those courtiers and nobles who had put Long Qianye up for a long time.

The minister was terrified. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Mingjian, the old minister has no other intentions, but the matter of His Royal Highness the Prince's selection of a concubine is not the matter of His Royal Highness the Prince, but also the matter of the Qinglong clan, how can it be played? This woman flickered her words every time she reached the critical moment, it is better to distinguish clearly, in case this woman is a person sent by other sinister clans to lurk around His Royal Highness the Prince, not only to endanger His Royal Highness the Prince, but also to endanger my entire Qinglong food, I should take precautions. ”

"Huh!"

…… Long Qianye didn't seem to ask his opinion......! I've seen someone who isn't afraid of death, but I've never seen a ...... who is not afraid of death!! This dead old man will give people a problem!

According to the meaning of this dead old man, if I don't dance this dance today, then they have reason to think that I am Mu Jinhuan? Just because I look similar to Mu Jinhuan...... That's too far-fetched, isn't it? Mu Jinhuan can't dance and act, if I can't, I'm Mu Jinhuan? I just want to ask if there is anything more!

No wonder Long Qianye couldn't help it, if it was me, I wouldn't be able to help but get angry on the spot! If I don't jump, I'm Mu Jinhuan, if I jump, I don't know what hat I will be fitted with! Because according to the words of the dead old man just now, if I can jump, and can jump, he may still suspect that I am a spy sent by another clan...... It's a spy, of course, you have to get rid of it, and then it's fast! In this way, it is not really a jump, nor is it a non-jump, but I am still caught in such a dangerous position in the middle......

At this moment, as far as my eye could see, I watched the corners of the dialect's lips outline a strange and inexplicable smile, my God! This made me think of something. The dialect is definitely not the appearance of the little daughter she shows on the surface.

Because, Long Qianye has been patient with dialects for a long time, but he still hasn't given dialects any substantive punishment, why? If she was just a fourth lady, and she was not the same mother as Long Qianye, Long Qianye would not be able to endure dialects like this, so there must be some other reason for Long Qianye to feel that there was still a trace of use in keeping dialects.

I have a strong instinct that this dead old man and the old man who used to be the "middleman" must be in the same group......