The man in gilded armor strode into the hall, his powerful aura scattered, and under the slightly frowning sword eyebrows, his lacquer-colored eyes glanced at everyone without a trace of emotion.

"Regent!" Ning Guifei quickly got up from the circle chair, her eyes fell firmly on the ink stained dust, her voice was delicate, and if she tasted it carefully, she could still hear a little girlish shyness.

It's just that Mo Zhanchen's face is very cold, and his tone is even more sarcastic.

"Does Prime Minister Ning not trust this king like this, afraid that there will be someone in the palace where this king is sitting and will enter the harem to commit murder?"

Ning Yan'er was coldly shaken by his words, and shook her head in fear to deny, "No, the regent, you misunderstood, with the regent in charge, my father is naturally relieved, as for Qiushui......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Zhanchen, and his calm voice could not hear the anger, and there was a faint anger of displeasure, "Since you believe in this king, you don't need her, so it's better to kill her!" ”

"What?" Ning Yan'er's eyes widened in astonishment, "Kill Qiushui?" ”

"Can't you?" The corners of Mo Chenchen's lips raised slightly, "Keep her, this king will be disgusted when he sees it, and even when he sees Concubine Ning, he feels a diaphragm in his heart." ”

How can that work!

Almost no longer hesitating, Ning Yan'er looked at Qiushui, "You go and receive a penalty of 100 zhang yourself, master and servant, I will send someone to send your body back to your hometown." ”

Qiushui's face turned pale, and she knelt down for Ning Yan'er with a plop, "Guifei Niangniang, no, miss, the slave and maid have grown up with you since childhood, you save the slave and the maid, the slave and the maid don't want to die." ”

"Don't touch me, you two, drag her out!" Ning Yan'er kicked Qiushui's hand away in disgust.

The two palace maids stepped forward, dragged the dead dogs, and took Qiushui away.

Far away, you can still hear the cry of autumn water, and it is finally quiet.

Ruan Qingyin felt like she was in a dream.

A palace maid who felt that was extremely tricky, and it only took three or two sentences for the ink to stain the dust, and Ning Yan'er was willingly killed.

This man's ability is really monstrous!

She breathed a sigh of relief, a little startled by the sudden change in the ink-stained dust.

She thought that Mo Zhanchen was here to avenge last night's revenge, but she didn't admit that he was actually here to relieve herself.

In the next second, Mo Zhanchen's gaze fell on her, "Queen Mother, this king, who is the emperor's uncle, should send you a junior some wedding gifts, but unfortunately I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything, and I hope that Niangniang won't dislike it." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small round box with enamel roses from his arms, handed it to the palace maid, and sent it to Ruan Qingyin.

From the smiling black eyes of the ink stained dust, Ruan Qingyin smelled an ominous aura!

She didn't want to take it, but the palace maid had already delivered it to her, and she opened the lid intimately.

It is a box of rouge, which is a magnificent red color and a very beautiful color.

The concubines also looked at it, and praised the rouge as a top-grade quality, which was even better than what Si Zhenfang did.

Ruan Qingyin's guard gradually let go, took the box of rouge, and smeared it lightly on Hao's wrist, "It's really beautiful." ”

"Naturally, it's good-looking, but it's a pity that it's not delicate enough, and I heard that it's the best to sift it through a woman's belly pocket."

In the last few words, Mo Zhanchen deliberately lengthened the tone, and the tail note meandered and tossed, as if stepping on the tip of Ruan Qingyin's heart.

His hand trembled, and he almost knocked over the rouge box.

Ruan Qingyin pursed her lips tightly, recalling the belly pocket that was stuffed into her mouth by ink-stained dust last night, delicate red. Lips flush white.

Ink Stain Dust was high in the palace, and even if he said such a thing, no one felt that there was anything wrong.

Only Ruan Qingyin knew that he was secretly reminding him of the events of last night.

should have known a long time ago, Mo Zhanchen hated her to the bone, how could he really help her.

It's just to clear the barricades so that he can torture and humiliate her!

"What, doesn't Niangniang like the gift from this king?" Mo Zhanchen twisted the jade ring on his thumb and asked slowly.

Ruan Qingyin closed the rouge box and forced himself to calm down.

At this time, she must not be defeated by the little tricks of ink.

"Where, this palace likes it very much, but compared to rouge, this palace prefers something else, I heard that the regent knows how to heal, especially the ointment for wound healing is the best, please ask the regent to make a bottle and give it to this palace, it shouldn't be hard, right?"

Ruan Qingyin finished speaking in one breath, the corners of her lips slowly curved, and the rising golden light outside the hall reflected her cheeks with an indescribable warmth, but there was tenacity hidden in her clear eyes.

Humiliating her with the events of last night, she reminded her with a wound.

Don't be too presumptuous, her wounds have not healed now, and she can still make a fuss!

Mo Zhanchen stared at her, and suddenly smiled.

It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting!

Not only will he steal a dagger from his waist to protect himself, but now he also knows how to use his strength to consolidate his position.

Tsk, he began to look forward to it, in the past five years, Ruan Qingyin has learned what skills.

Let's see them all!