Hearing this, Ye Minghuan raised his eyes suddenly, but quickly calmed down again. She hummed softly and said no more.

Mu Qianhan was a little surprised when he heard her tone be so flat, "You're just, there's nothing else you want to say?" ”

"Nope." Ye Minghuan put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Mu Qianhan, and said calmly, "He is also married now, and I am also in your harem, so I can't make any waves." ”

Although Ye Minghuan tried his best to keep his tone calm, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

Indeed, the first half of her sentence is half-true and half-false, because she thinks that the marriage between Ling Xuanlan and Yan Haoxue is a marriage with a purpose. But the second half of her sentence made her heart feel like she had been pricked by a needle.

She is in the harem of the Demon Realm, thousands of miles away from him, and she really can't make any waves. Even when he comes, he may not be able to see him.

Ye Minghuan's thoughts were well hidden, Mu Qianhan didn't see the despair in her heart, she just thought that she had accepted her fate. He said in a gentle tone, "Don't worry, I will give you a happier life." ”

"You will be my queen." Mu Qianhan held Ye Minghuan's hand tightly, "Look at the splendid rivers and mountains of this demon world with me." ”

Ye Minghuan just nodded and smiled lightly. Mu Qianhan saw her smile and felt much better, so he went back to deal with official business.

After Ye Minghuan waited for him to leave, he lowered his hand weakly, and sat at the table with a somewhat lonely expression.

The happier she was, the more desperate she became. She was very happy that Ling Xuanlan could come, but when he came, he could better see his current situation and the fate that he could not escape. It's like a knife, tearing her apart little by little, slicing her to pieces, and it hurts to the core.

"Ruyue," Ye Minghuan saw Ruyue coming in, so he cheered up a little, "There are clues about your family's affairs." All the war filings are in Yan Hui's place, you go and look for it, maybe you will find something. ”

Ruyue nodded lightly, "Yes." ”

Ye Minghuan asked again, "How did you just go?" Why do you look unhappy? ”

Ruyue remembered Yan Huan's look just now, and didn't know how to answer Ye Minghuan. She wondered if maybe the bracer she gave him was too abrupt, or maybe it was something else. She was very upset in her heart, but she didn't plan to tell her master, because Ye Minghuan didn't seem to be in a good mood at this time.

"It's fine, it's just, I'm a little tired." Ruyue said lightly.

In the past few days, for the Yingnu Festival, Ruyue has helped a group of little palace maids to make a lot of things. Ye Minghuan understood her, so he said, "You go and rest first, I also want to rest." ”

Ruyue shook her head and put on a smiling face, "The slave and maid are guarding outside, and the master will call the slave if he has something." ”

"Okay."

After Ruyue went out, Ye Minghuan lay on the soft couch, watching the sunset, feeling the last trace of warm light.

In the warm time, she seemed to dream back to the past.

At that time, she was not as intrigued as she is now, nor is she playing with other people's feelings like now. She knew it was bad, but she had to do it. Whether it's for Daddy, or for yourself, or for the fairy world. She had to do it, even though she was deeply disgusted with herself now.

In the evening, the palace people saw that their sleepy mothers were still resting on the soft couch, so they scattered around to prepare things for the Ying Women's Day.

Cai Ping had just finished her work, passing by the residence of several little palace maids, and saw that they seemed to be cooking something, so she pushed the door in and took a look.

"Sister Caiping is here!" A little maid ran to her and took her hand to sit down.

"What are you guys doing here?" Cai Ping said curiously.

A little palace maid whispered in her ear, "This is the recipe that Zhao Mo passed on to us before, saying that drinking it can beautify the skin and make the skin tender and tender." ”

"Yes," the other little palace maid nodded, "Look at Zhao Mo, they are all over 50, don't they look like middle-aged women." ”

Cai Ping was stunned when she heard this, "Does Zhao drink this every day?" ”

"Drink." A little palace maid nodded, "Even when she was sick at the end, she didn't forget to drink this every day." ”

Hearing this, Cai Ping's eyes flashed with a hint of uncertainty. She listened to the chirping of a few little palace maids, and then asked for this recipe and went back.

After this, no one noticed that a figure quietly slipped out of Yinghua Palace.

Concubine Yu came late and had nothing to do, and was making incense in her palace. The spices are light and long, and the fluttering of the entire palace of Yaxuan Palace can smell the slightest.

Since the incident with Zhao Meiren last time, Xiong Yuwei has lost face in the palace, and after Mu Qianhan and Ye Minghuan eased, he rarely came to see her because he didn't want Ye Minghuan to misunderstand. Nowadays, she is more heartbroken.

All the physical pains, when the pain has passed, will not be remembered much. But heartache is different. Although Xiong Yuwei will not collapse, he often sleeps at night, tossing and turning. She didn't have many tears to shed, and she became colder and deeper, and those who had been working under her lately were cautious for fear of annoying the lady.

Xiong Yuwei was sitting alone, lowering his eyes while flipping through ancient books and mixing incense. Ruyi bowed in and whispered in her ear, "Niangniang, Zhao Caiping is here." ”

"Let her in." Xiong Yu said lightly.

"Cai Ping, see Concubine Yu."

Xiong Yu raised her eyes slightly, her eyes were not shocked, she waved her hand and motioned for her to get up, "How are you in Yinghua Palace these days?" ”

"In the past few days, the slave maid has gained Ruyue's trust, and Concubine Ming has never been suspicious of the slave maid." Cai Ping said respectfully, "Today, the slave maid got a recipe, and it seems to be related to the cause of death of the slave maid's mother." This is a recipe that has been popular in Yinghua Palace recently, saying that drinking it can beautify and nourish the skin. The slave's mother drank it every day before she died. ”

Xiong Yuwei handed Ruyi a color, and Ruyi immediately put the recipe up.

Xiong Yu glanced at the recipe and said, "Very good," then lowered his eyes again and continued to flip through the ancient books, "Ruyi, give this recipe to Imperial Doctor Li tomorrow." ”

"Cai Ping, this palace promised you that it would help you find out the real cause of your mother's death, so this palace will do what it says." Xiong Yu paused slightly and said, "But I also hope you don't forget, you promised to do it for this palace." Although Xiong Yuwei's face was calm, the coercion in his tone did not decrease in the slightest.

When Cai Ping heard this, she immediately knelt down, "Niangniang, the slave's mother's death is unknown, if it weren't for the mother's support, how could the slave and maid enter this palace to avenge the mother!" The slave will definitely do her best to assist the mother! ”

"That's fine." Xiong Yu said slightly, "Your first task now is to win Ye Minghuan's heart. ”

Xiong Yuwei said this, and his eyes sank, "In half a month, this palace will take her life!" And you are the best blade in this palace. ”

"Yes!" Cai Ping kowtowed slightly to Xiong Yu, "The slave is willing to go to the soup for the mother, and she will not give up!" ”

After sending Cai Ping away, Xiong Yuwei whispered to Ruyi. "Will the waterwheel in the palace work?"

"It's okay, Niangniang, our people are on duty on the first and fifteenth days of the new year." Ruyi said.

Xiong Yuwei took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Ruyi, "Give this to Daddy." ”

"Yes."

After Xiong Yuwei finished explaining, Ruyi went out. Xiong Yuwei continued to pick incense in the palace, but this time the fragrance was a little more enchanting than before.

"Ye Minghuan, Ye Minghuan, in half a month, he will come, right?" Xiong Yuwei sneered while adjusting the incense.

"This palace will make him you think about for a long time, become a tool for your life, and also become a stepping stone for the upper position of this palace!" Xiong Yuwei poured a spoonful of mixed incense into the incense burner, and the incense burner instantly smoked up, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke. Read the latest chapter of "Proud Phoenix Allure: Lord Emperor Favors My Paw Book House" for free for the first time.