After rolling in the shopping mall for several years, I know that if a fledgling person wants to become stronger in a short period of time, the most important thing is connections.
Winning people's hearts is also the first step that must be taken.
The assassin incident is also a root cause, which successfully aroused her fighting spirit of deliberately becoming familiar with the ancient times when traveling through time.
Since then, she has done two rare good things, which are superficially helpful to others, but the beneficiary is also herself, and she has successfully left herself a good way out.[
In a strange environment, what does a woman with nothing depend on? She can only be herself.
From the beginning, no one knew her from the palace compared to now?
Which situation is the most favorable? Of course, it is now.
If someone wants to kill her, it will not be so easy. With her current friendship with Chuxue, he should not stand by. Chen Shou? At least he will repay her. As the commander of the imperial guard and the great guard, he may also send him to him if necessary.
In handy.
As for the Xiao family? Concubine Xiao is not an assassin, she is also protecting herself. Whether in the court or outside, it is said that the influence of the Xiao family has extraordinary results. After this incident, the Xiao family owe her a great deal.
In the future, no matter inside and outside the palace, only the people from the Xiao family would respect her, and they would definitely take it if they were in trouble.
Murong Jing? It was her heart disease.
It's a pity to abandon it, but it's terrifying to eat...
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At the same late night, a remote place in the palace.
In the cold palace, the cold and sad red walls.
The cold moonlight, the desolate courtyard, only adds a little sadness and sadness.
A stunning woman leaned against the screen window, looking haggard and charming, her eyes full of wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wretched wr
"Master, it's not too early, it's time to rest." Palace maid Xiao Cui reminded.
"Xiao Cui, what do you think the emperor is doing now?" The whisper is as gentle as the wind, as if it will disappear at any time.
"It should be bedtime, or it's here--" Xiao Cui secretly regretted and paused in time. Fortunately, she didn't say that it was in the bedroom of a certain concubine. But the tone just now had almost the hint.