Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Charm of the Red Dress

"Haha, okay, since you are like this, then don't blame Dad for being ruthless," Murong Li shook off his hand fiercely, he coldly watched Murong Qin'er fall to the side by his own strength, got up and walked to the bookshelf on the side, stretched out his hand to move the leftmost book position, the room sounded the sound of stones moving, a small hole appeared in the wall next to the bookshelf, he reached in and took out a small sandalwood box, opened it and took a look, in Murong Qin'er's eager gaze, he turned the box to her.

There was a small black pill in the box, and a faint fragrance wafted over, and Murong Qin'er felt a stirring in his body just by smelling it.

"This medicine, no matter what kind of Gu poison you have been hit, there is no problem at all to save Gongsun Mingzhao, but," Murong Li took back the box and covered it, looking at her with compassion, "It's not so easy to save him with medicine, if you are willing to do something for your father, I will give you this medicine, save it or not, it's all up to you." ”

The night was cold, and the moonlight was like silk.

Layers of red walls surround the palaces, and the bright moonlight pours down, giving the huge palace a silver edge.

In the southeast corner of the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Garden, which took two years to complete, is a bit of a cold beauty in the moonlight.

There are large lotus flowers blooming in the pool, this lotus flower is different from ordinary people's houses, the petals are full and wide, and the top is actually dark red.

This is an extremely precious blood red lotus, the palace in order to build and breed this pool of the superb lotus, spent a lot of financial and material resources, during this period in the construction or flowers and trees are good at skilled craftsmen also because of the saint's brutal and unreasonable demands and hundreds of people died, a beautiful imperial garden pool can finally be presented in this palace, is with a lot of people's flesh and blood as the foundation.

The man sniffed the fragrance of lotus flowers in the air, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, the tips of his eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, the bridge of his nose was high, and the corners of his thin lips were slightly hooked.

His thick eyelashes drooped slightly, blocking the starlight reflected in his eyes. With a wave of his hand at the guards who followed behind him, he walked leisurely and entered the Imperial Pool alone.

Under the moonlight, a bewitching figure danced, her toes tapped on the lotus leaves, the blood red lotus swayed lightly, the graceful figure rotated in the air, the tulle long sleeves flicked lightly, blooming and fluttering in the air, but for a moment, the woman seemed to find that someone was watching her, and after receiving the dance, she landed and wanted to leave, but was stopped in the way.

Delicate and beautiful facial features, a blooming lotus flower is painted with cinnabar on the forehead, the full and small mouth is smeared with red rouge, and the exposed white and tender skin is shining white under the moon.

Looking at the woman's ignorant and clear eyes, the man's bright eyes were covered with a layer of misty fog.

He grabbed the woman's thin wrist, and with a delicate hand, he pulled the woman towards him with a slight force, and the other hand quickly wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and fixed her in his arms.

The woman's red cheeks are shy and tilted, revealing a curvaceous neck and delicate collarbones, so that the woman's eyelashes are even longer and curled.