Under the dim moonlight, on the eaves, Mo Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, listening to Wen Ruyu report on the current situation in the imperial capital.
"The young master has become the prime minister and is highly valued by the old emperor. Everything is going as planned. However... Recently, the princess of Dongling, Donggong Qinghuang, is extremely favored. Now the old emperor favors her exclusively, and my sister has already given birth to her daughter.
The opportunity to poison was given to the young master."
"It doesn't matter, Dongling won't be able to create a big climate."
Hearing this, Wen Ruyu pursed her lips and said, "Then...sister's antidote?"
"You have made great contributions to the Nether Saint Sect. Naturally, I will not treat your sister harshly." After saying that, Mo Wuyou took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve and threw it to him.
Wen Ruyu took the medicine bottle, cupped her fists and saluted: "Thank you, Master."
Mo Wuyou looked down at the Chu Mansion from above. Mo Wei was walking out of Chu Jingmao's room with a lamp in hand and walking towards his own house. He looked at her back steadily and said, "She
What have you been doing recently? Why are you causing trouble for Chu Jiaoli for no reason?"
Mo Wuyou's most indispensable thing is eyeliner. Even if he is in seclusion in his old lair, he can clearly see any trouble in the imperial capital.
Wen Ruyu lowered her head and said: "The little quarrel between little girls is irrelevant."
"A little fuss?" Mo Wuyou snorted coldly and said, "If she moves her little finger, I will know what she is thinking."
Hearing this, Wen Ruyu was silent for a long time, not knowing how to defend Mo Wei. Not only him, but Mo Wuyou also hated Li Yuecheng. Mo Wei bothered to trouble Chu Jiaoli, an unimportant person, only because of Li Yuecheng.
Yue Cheng.
Looking at Wen Ruyu's entranced eyes, Mo Wuyou glanced gently and said, "You took good care of her during my absence."
Wen Ruyu came back to her senses, smiled calmly, and said: "Young Master and Ruyu are in the imperial capital together, so you should take care of her."
Mo Wuyou snorted softly, and a gust of wind struck from his palm. Wen Ruyu's collar was slightly open, and deep purple marks were revealed. He raised his long eyebrows, and said in a voice without emotion or anger, "Have you taken care of her on the bed?
It’s really meticulous.”
Wen Ruyu coughed lightly and said: "The leader is wronged because it is the young master Ruyu. How dare Ruyu disobey the young master's order?"
Mo Wuyou sneered and said, "You actually enjoy it."
Wen Ruyu admitted generously: "Yes, Ruyu likes the young master very much."
Mo Wuyou thought about it and said, "That's fine, if I can make her forget about that trash, I don't care."
Wen Ruyu lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't know the importance of Li Yuecheng in her heart now.
Mo Wuyou glanced at him and said: "Be nice to her." As soon as he said that, he had already started his Qinggong, stepped on the eaves, and disappeared into the vast night.
Wen Ruyu bowed respectfully in the direction he left.
Imperial Palace, Qinghuang Hall.
Lying on the couch was a beautiful girl who was asleep. Her eyes were slightly closed and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if she was in a deep nightmare.
In the dream, she was wearing the noble princess costume of Dongling Kingdom, and was having a family dinner with her father and royal brothers, having a great time.
Suddenly the sky changed. Her father who doted on her died, and her brother who indulged her also died. She was helpless and running helplessly in the palace. Suddenly, the palace wall shattered, the door frame fell, and the bricks and tiles fell.
They also fell to the ground piece by piece.
The palace collapsed and her home was gone. At the critical moment, Dong Gong Cangran pushed her out with a palm, and she immediately fell into a strange embrace. When she turned her head, Bei Gong Lie's old face continued to enlarge.
He imprisoned her in a cage and laughed wildly.
She cried so helplessly and desperately, but the palace maids and eunuchs who passed by turned a deaf ear and walked past her silently.
Until a line of tears flashed across the corner of her eyes, she suddenly woke up and looked at the surrounding furnishings. The gorgeous furnishings were as black as the dark night. They were not her palace in Dongling, and she couldn't help but shed another tear.
"It's not a dream...it's true..." Donggong Qinghuang lamented softly. She was no longer the favored princess of Dongling Kingdom, but an insignificant concubine in the harem of the old emperor Beiming...
Ever since she came to Beiming, she didn't like having people accompanying her to wait on her. In the lonely night, she was the only one in the room.
She wanted to get up, but she felt a chill in her chest, leaving only a thin embroidered bellyband, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth in anger and annoyance.
Why...why do you have to face him every day! Why does that old man make her suffer such humiliation every day!
Her delicate hands gripped the quilt tightly, her gritted teeth trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly she caught a glimpse of a brocade box placed beside her pillow. She was slightly startled and raised her hand to open the brocade box. Inside was a round and transparent blue orb.
It was something she casually mentioned she wanted during the day, and he actually found it and gave it to her.
Her expression was a little dull, and then she pursed her lips, that's all... He was not bad to her either. Ever since she married Bei Ming, Bei Gong Lie had shown meticulous care for her. He coughed and announced the imperial doctor's diagnosis and treatment.
The Royal Garden only looked at a rose for a while, and the next day her garden was filled with roses.
After thinking about it, she might have resigned herself to her fate, and sighed softly. She heard some movement outside the bead curtain, maybe Bei Gonglie was still there.
She forced a smile again, held the brocade box in both hands, and walked over quietly.
"The princess of Dongling, nothing more than that." Hearing Bei Gonglie's disdainful sneer, Donggong Qinghuang instantly became angry. She quickly hid behind a pillar and listened to his conversation with the eunuch.
"Your Majesty, don't you like Concubine Huang very much? Why are you dissatisfied with this?" Xiao Lanzi asked in confusion.
Dong Gong Qinghuang was puzzled. For the sake of her face and status in the harem, she did not dare to have any intention of disobeying Bei Gong Lie. She forced a smile in front of him and looked cheerful every day. He was obviously so doting on her.
How could she say such a thing?!
What else is he dissatisfied with?!
"The old thief of the East Palace has made me suffer so much humiliation, how can I just let it go? As for East Palace Qinghuang?" Beigong Lie, who was sitting on the throne drinking tea, snorted coldly and said, "I really like her very much. She is the East Palace boss.
The thief’s only precious daughter, the most arrogant and arrogant little princess in Dongling, will finally have sex under me, how can I not like it?”
Donggong Qinghuang's hand holding the brocade box was trembling with anger, and her fingernails dug out white marks on the brocade box. She leaned against the pillar, staring angrily ahead with her tear-filled eyes, wishing she could stab Bei Gonglie in the body with a dagger.
A hundred bloody holes are coming!
"East Palace Qinghuang, it's so interesting." Bei Gonglie's voice was full of sarcastic smile, and he took a sip of tea.
Dong Gong Qinghuang swallowed, walked to the bed with unsteady steps, and lay back down pretending to be nonchalant, clutching the quilt tightly with her fingers. She would remember every word Bei Gong Lie said in her heart. One day, she would
