But today, she felt that this woman's appearance was so ugly, and it was extremely ugly.

"Bang!" The sound of broken cups and the panicked voice of a woman sounded in the study.

"Your Majesty."

When Murong Xing saw that his goal had been achieved, he ignored the father-in-law of the little sixth son and went to find the imperial dining room quietly.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry, it's a big deal to wait for the Empress Dowager's body to heal, and then punish this rude girl." Cold-hearted Lan Xu didn't expect her to be so bold and dare to accuse the emperor so bluntly.

After Leng Xinlan's words were finished, he felt a cold light.

For some reason, Murong Chong Yin Yin was very angry and angry, but he didn't want anyone to say this about Xing'er, and in his heart, he still defended her a little.

Murong Chong let go of Leng Xinlan and said coldly: "Concubine Ai is also tired, just go back and rest!" I'll see you again when I have time. ”

Without waiting for Leng Xinlan to speak, he ordered: "Come here, send Concubine Xian back to the palace." ”

never thought that the emperor would treat her like this because of a girl, although he was wronged in his heart, he didn't dare to show it.

She walked down and leaned over slightly: "The concubine has retired." ”

Murong Chong's fists clenched, thinking about Xing'er's words just now, he was annoyed: Is he too indulgent of this girl?

Otherwise, how could she be so presumptuous, so unsightly.

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"E-niang, how can you love the people of God's royal family, a man, so many women, is he busy coming?"

is the most ruthless emperor's family, but she was born in the emperor's family.

In fact, she didn't know where the imperial dining room was, and if she hadn't done it last time, she wouldn't have made such an oolong, and she wouldn't have met a bewitching beauty.

She walked aimlessly in the palace compound, thinking to herself and muttering to herself.

A gazebo in front of her attracted her attention, and perhaps it was the zither in the gazebo that attracted her.

She sat in front of the guzheng with her body bent, feeling so natural: "The master once said that the qin music is the best thing to express emotions, and I need it at this moment." ”

Since she came to ancient times, she has not been in contact with the guzheng again, and today it is rare to have the opportunity, and she happens to be interested.

Sitting in front of the guzheng at this moment, her small body exudes a noble atmosphere, and a pair of white little hands suddenly split into yin and dance gracefully on the strings.

The beautiful and smooth sound pours out like mountains and water.

Spring comes early, dreams disturb the building, small gatherings, and recite today

Why don't you make a cloth cloth in Qingshan Pass

The moon is like a waist, and the piano fingers sing wildly when they are drunk, and laugh when they wake up

Don't live up to your youth

Thousands of dollars are not exchanged, and the people look back at the golden step

Between the eyebrows, cinnabar dots autumn artemisia

The sound of oars, the light and shadow linger, the green apricots are still small

Shame on the night deep begonia flowers

Empty self-annoyance, the sunset is good, the past is drifting with the wind

The taste of happiness is indifferent

Frost sideburns are unpredictable, especially remember yesterday and tonight

But I don't know that the years are urging people to grow old

The cane Nanshan gently knocked on the firewood

White-haired, new, yellow-mouthed, old acquaintances

Why not be frivolous about drinking three or two lamps in the east fence

It's good to ask Yue'e for wine

Win or lose, since ancient times, it is unpredictable, it is not as good as cloth clothes and green mountains

Joy or sorrow, singing when drunk, laughing when waking up, don't disappoint your youth, just be young

Whether it's right or wrong, forget all the big dreams

Whether it's love or hate, it's all fate to gather today

After thinking about it, it's actually really boring, I'm afraid that I'm afraid that loneliness will make people old

Thousands of dollars are not exchanged, and the people look back at the golden step

Between the eyebrows, cinnabar dots autumn artemisia

The sound of oars, the light and shadow linger, the green apricots are still small

When to red cherries

The cane Nanshan gently knocked on the firewood

White-haired, new, yellow-mouthed, old acquaintances

Why not be frivolous about drinking three or two lamps in the east fence

It's good to ask Yue'e for wine

A song of envy and hustle and bustle!