Mu Qingchao lit an incense stick outside the tea room.
She was introduced to incense making when she was very young.
She was about five or six years old. At that time, her father was still there, her career was going well, and her family was full of flowers. She accidentally dug out a fragrant book from her mother's room.
Mother said that the incense book was left to her by her grandmother.
From that time on, Mu Qingchao developed a strong interest in making incense.
It was making incense that made her become the favorite of the special palace after entering the palace, and it was also making incense that pushed her into a state of eternal doom.
The incense in her hand at this time was undoubtedly the incense of Qingqing.
My grandmother's fragrance book is a rare book, and this fragrance is naturally not comparable to any fragrance in the world. The fragrance is clear and quiet, and I don't notice it at first smell, but the aftertaste is fierce.
Mu Qingchao estimated the time. He had not come out yet, so he was afraid that the Daluo Immortal would not be able to leave the gentle countryside.
Chun Ya looked at it with heartache.
"Queen Mother, what should I do if the prince is angry?"
Mu Qingchao said leisurely: "Why should he be angry when a beauty who is given away for free comes to him?"
This makes sense. I have only seen women hang themselves after being humiliated, but I have never seen a man become furious because he had a one-night stand with a woman.
"But isn't the Queen Mother trying to bring Princess Wan'an and the prince together? What good will this do to Princess Wan'an?"
Mu Qingchao raised his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty, I haven't figured it out yet."
"Don't you know? Usually before Princess Shang, the palace will send someone to teach the consort about the matter of sleeping with his brother-in-law. This is called a trial marriage.
The princess has no father, emperor, mother and concubine, and the Ai family is the queen mother, so it is the Ai family’s help to take care of these things."
Chun Ya seems to understand but not understand.
"The Queen Mother is really interested in Princess Wan'an." She couldn't help but sigh.
Why do you care about Princess Wan'an?
Even though Mu Qingchao had some sympathy for her, she was just an insignificant person.
The real reason Mu Qingchao didn't say was that she had to make Shen Muchi believe in her ability to do things.
She had just established a little trust in Shen Muchi, and it was obvious that Shen Muchi was now beginning to rely on her, making Shen Muchi inseparable from her, which was the basis for her survival.
What if this thing goes wrong?
That would greatly reduce his trust in her and reduce her to an ordinary staff member who could be replaced at any time.
After her rebirth, she was like dancing on a single-plank bridge. Which part of her was not extremely dangerous?
It's not okay to make mistakes, and it's even more impossible to stop moving forward.
Just as Mu Qingchao was thinking about it, he raised his eyes and looked inside the window, guessing that it should be almost time now.
At this moment, there was only a "dong" sound, and someone pushed open the door of the tea room from inside.
Mu Qingchao's expression changed.
Jiang Bo is so fast?
She turned around and walked around to the front of the house, only to see that the door of the tea room had fallen to the ground. Jiang Bo stepped out, his feet swaying, and his body was still a little unstable.
His clothes were pulled up in every way, but the girls behind him were still neat and tidy, and the gauze that was about to break at the touch of a touch didn't seem to be torn at all.
Seeing this scene, what else does Mu Qingchao not understand?
Jiang Bo is really determined, how can this not defeat him?
Could it be that you really like men?
Even though the plan failed, she couldn't help but be disappointed in her heart, but she walked towards Jiang Bo with her signature smile on her face.
"It's so cold outside, where are you going, Prince?"
"Is it you?" Jiang Bo's eyes trembled when he saw Mu Qingchao stepping forward: "You did all this tonight? What do you want to do?"
"What can Aijia do?"
Mu Qingchao smiled, stretched out a hand and caressed his chest, and traced a finger all the way down.
"I just thought it was too cold outside, so I wanted to use some warm-scented nephrite to help the prince warm up."
She was wearing a black brocade dress with floral patterns and dark patterns, but she didn't look old-fashioned. Her voluptuous beauty was like the depraved night Rakshasa or the extravagant midnight rose.
She raised her head and smiled seductively at him: "Your Majesty, there is no need to thank me."
"Thank you?"
Jiang Bo's voice was a little hoarse.
Mu Qingchao discovered that the roots of his ears had turned completely red at some point, and his eyes were not as calm as he thought. They were clearly misty and blurred, with a few traces of emotion in them that seemed to be shaky.
There was a charming and lingering crimson inside the clothes that were pulled open by the girls.
"It turns out that the prince is moved."
Her smile grew brighter, she took a step forward, raised her head, and breathed softly into his ear.
"Then why bother suppressing it?"
Her fingers had slid down his chest to the bottom, and hooked up his belt.
"My lord, you haven't tried what it's like to be a woman, have you? Give it a try, and only then will you know the benefits of being a man.
Life is short, it’s time to enjoy yourself.”
Mu Qingchao was very close to him and could feel his heavy breathing, as if his body was trembling.
It seems that the Jiutian Banished Immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world has begun to have desires.
She was happy in her heart. When she had desires, she had weaknesses, so she was not afraid of not being able to control them.
But the next moment, Mu Qingchao's wrist was intercepted with a "snap".
Mu Qingchao was a little surprised. When he raised his head, he met his frowning eyes. The emotion just now was gone, replaced by a clear color.
How could it be, he had clearly just...
Mu Qingchao was shocked when he heard Jiang Bo said.
"I think about what I said to the Queen Mother a few days ago, but the Queen Mother didn't listen to a word of it.
Everyone in the world has said that the Queen Mother in this palace is a demon queen who has brought disaster to the country and the people. In the past, all officials thought it was a rumor, but now it seems that the rumor is not false at all.
If there is a queen mother like you in Nanming, the country will be ruined; if there is a queen mother like you in the world, it will be a disaster for the world."
He looked at Mu Qingchao and said the longest words since the two meetings.
Mu Qingchao's hand hurt from his pinching, but he resisted the pain and did not cry out.
"You are presumptuous!"
She looked up at him and shouted with force.
"I am indeed impudent, but I dare to say such things even in front of His Majesty.
Jiang has never acted against his will and power in his life. Even though the Queen Mother wants to cut my minister into pieces, skin him and cramp him, I still want to say, Queen Mother, you are not worthy of your position!"
After Jiang Bo said this, he shook Mu Qingchao's hand hard, turned around and walked out of the palace.
His steps were hurried, leaving behind a white back that was somewhat stained with dirt.
Mu Qingchao looked at the back, wondering if the north wind was too tight, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Everyone in the world said that she was the Demon Queen, and she didn't know how many times she had heard this.
She never cared about it before, but today she felt a little sad for some reason.
Jiang Bo hurried out of the palace, and his attendant Qing Shu, who was waiting outside, quickly led his horse to greet him.
"The prince came out so soon?"
Qingshu asked a question, but he saw that the prince's face was livid. Qingshu was startled. The kung fu master that the prince cultivated was pure-hearted, but he had not seen him look so angry in many years.
Qingshu panicked for a moment and didn't know what to do, but he saw that the prince had already climbed onto the horse.
"drive!"
He galloped forward with his horse's hooves flying.