Chapter 74 Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills

Yi Rou was embarrassed by Wen Nianqing's sarcastic expression, to say that she still had a little bit of a mind to fool when she first came to the capital, but now she really only has to surrender.

But disgrace is disgrace, she really doesn't know how this Gu worm got into Wen Yunyao's hands, before she entered Beijing! I have checked, and I know that Wen Yunyao's mother and daughter are not dealing with Wen Nianqing, how dare she send the Gu worm over there!

Yi Rou sincerely knelt down in fear and pleaded: "The holy woman is angry, the subordinates really don't know, fortunately you are fine, otherwise the subordinates will really be to blame!" ”

Yi Rou looked up at Wen Nianqing's face, and saw that Wen Nianqing was unmoved, and cautiously tested, "How dare my subordinates know that Wen Yunyao and Zhang Fuyun are ambitious?" This Gu worm, will you give your subordinates a little time? The subordinates promise to find out for you. Yi Rou was very glad that Wen Nianqing hadn't really fallen for the Gu, if she really did, Nanyu's face would be embarrassed.

Wen Nianqing saw that Yi Rou really didn't know, eased her face slightly, picked up the teacup and was about to make peace, when Emperor Xia's voice suddenly came from outside, "Qing'er, your aunt left something here for me..... Ay? Come, Mei Yun opens the door....."

Yi Rou, who was kneeling on the ground, was also startled, and quickly got up, but she knelt too quickly and stepped on the hem of her skirt, and she didn't get up for a long time, Wen Nianqing saw this and quickly threw the teacup in her hand on the ground, gave Yi Rou a look, and knelt on the ground, "Oh, auntie, it's okay, it's okay, just let someone clean it up for a while." ”

Emperor Xia came in at this time, followed by Mei Yun with a worried face, Mei Yun saw the two of them picking up broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and hurriedly stepped forward, "Stop it, you two, it's good to come to this kind of trivial matter." ”

"Greetings to my father (Your Majesty)." Yi Rou finally straightened the hem of her skirt and stood up. Wen Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief, patted the hem of her skirt and asked Emperor Xia to say goodbye.

"Why did my father come suddenly, and no one announced it, so my son is going to greet you~" Wen Nianqing stepped forward and grabbed Emperor Xia's arm and said coquettishly.

Yi Rou was stunned when she saw Wen Nianqing's face change, she was still sitting there with a calm face in the last second, and she looked like a superior person was not approaching, and the next second she staggered to Emperor Xia's side like a little girl, and she couldn't see a trace of disobedience at all.

"Ao, your aunt's private seal fell on me, I was afraid that your aunt would come in directly in a hurry, why, didn't it disturb you to talk about yourself?" Emperor Xia looked at Yirou's stiff smile and asked a little suspiciously, "Holy Maiden Yirou, your face is not very good, are you okay?" Do you need to find a doctor to take a look? ”

"Ahh It's okay, it makes Your Majesty worried, it's just that I'm a little dizzy when I just got up, and it's not a big deal. Yi Rou held her forehead and lowered her head to hide the panic on her face, and replied with a "weak" voice.

Emperor Xia had to ask a few more words, Wen Nianqing saw that Yi Rou was about to reveal her stuffing, sighed, and made a killer move, "It's all Erchen's bad, I just asked a few more words about the Empress Mother's time in the Southern Regions, which made my aunt sad, Erchen is really..."

At the mention of his dead wife, Emperor Xia felt uncomfortable, so he comforted Wen Nianqing dryly and left.

Knowing that after confirming that Emperor Xia was gone, Wen Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief, "Hiss... It's gone... If you don't leave, you'll really be exposed. ”

Wen Nianqing felt a dull pain in her knees in hindsight, she was too anxious just now, and knelt directly on the broken porcelain, Wen Nianqing's little face wrinkled into a ball and sat down slowly on the table. The May afternoon was a little stuffy, and Wen Nianqing was not wearing thick clothes, and there would already be traces of blood leaking out.