Chapter 287: The plan is in the plan and the Loulan chaos [6]
Xuan Ling sat firmly on the dragon chair, looking straight at Xuan Changwu, not paying any attention to Xuan Qingwu crawling at his feet, and said steadily: "I'm afraid the emperor has seen it wrong, she is just a palace maid, there is no need
The imperial sister mobilized the troops and made a fuss."
"Palace maid?" Xuan Changwu squinted her eyes, curled her lips and sneered, "Is she a palace maid or a princess?"
"I said she is a palace maid, so of course she is a palace maid."
"But why do I think she is a princess?"
"Sister Huang saw it wrong."
"Oh...really, did you see it wrong?"
Between the questions and answers, there seemed to be some light fragrance in the air, but because it was too light, no one noticed it.
Xuan Qingwu, who was unconscious, slowly regained consciousness. She rubbed her painful temples, looked down, and screamed, as if she had woken up from a nightmare, "My clothes! My... My...
…Ah! Brother Huang——you——”
"Shut up!" An angry voice rose from the ground, and Xuan Ling's face could no longer be described as ugly.
Xuan Qingwu grabbed the torn clothes and barely covered herself. She saw that there was not even an inch of hair under Xuan Ling's outer robe. When she thought about her own appearance, her mind went blank for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, her eyes lost all focus and her whole body shook like a sieve.
Not long after, her fingers pricked her palms and she let out a shrill scream.
"ah------"
While screaming, he rubbed back, as if he was being stimulated to the point of going crazy, and he didn't care what he looked like.
The huge desk could not cover the traces of marks all over her body. When she rolled and crawled out of the desk, everyone in the palace saw it clearly.
Not a palace maid.
It's a princess!
"Don't - don't - Brother Huang... don't! Save me! Save me! Don't touch me - don't -"
The foolish Xuan Qingwu grabbed her dress and covered most of herself, then leaned behind the pillar, shivering, and kept repeating.
No wonder she became like this.
No dignified and proud woman would be able to accept that she and her brother almost had such a relationship.
What's more, Xuan Qingwu is the woman who pursues glitz so much.
Xuan Ling's face became increasingly ugly.
Xuan Changwu's smile became colder and colder.
The ministers on both sides had nothing to say. After all, in this situation, it looked like His Majesty had forced Princess Qingwu...
"Now, does the emperor still need to explain?"
Xuan Chang dances, so slowly, so slowly, slowly curling her lips.
Determined to win——
"I..." Xuan Ling only said one word and couldn't say any more.
Xuan Changwu looked at Xuan Ling, who had a face as pale as a vegetable and was slumped without saying a word, and the image of Feng Xizi appeared in her mind.
If Mo Zhilan is a peerless evildoer who has no tricks left, then Feng Xizi is the only heroine who can match Mo Zhilan in terms of wisdom.
【Liu'er】
The night is cool, like water.
Xuan Changwu was wrapped in a cloak and sat alone on the soft couch, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight.
Every night, she comes here like this.
Under the huge mausoleum, buried was the man she loved her whole life.
In the living world, she lives alone and pursues hatred.
Days like this are endless.
Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years... Mo Zhilan tortured her in this way, causing her pain and causing her eternal pain.
She thought about dying.
If you die, you can catch up with Nan Hen——
However, the secret guards hidden around her were watching her all the time and would not even allow her to die.
Oh--
Really, Mo Zhilan wanted her to pay a price heavier than her life.
The moon's shadow was slanting in the west, and she had been sitting there for two whole hours.