Shen Xingwan dressed up Shen Ruoyan, and her whole body was so beautiful that it made people pity. The pink on her green-green fingers made people think even more.
Shen Xingwan himself was wearing pajamas, with disheveled hair and a pale face lying on the bed, looking like he was about to die.
Mulan quickly brought someone to pick them up. As soon as she entered the tent, she was so amazed by Shen Ruoyan that she couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Miss Mulan is here." Shen Ruoyan said politely.
"Let's go, it's almost time." Mulan said.
Shen Ruoyan lowered her head and looked sad, "Sister, I'm afraid she can't do it..."
After saying that, she gave up her position. Mulan saw Shen Xingwan lying on the bed with a weak look on her face, and frowned, "What's going on?"
Shen Xingwan covered his stomach, "My stomach was not feeling well last night and I kept getting up all night... I'm afraid it would be disrespectful to meet His Majesty like this..."
Mulan looked at her face that was too haggard due to illness. It was disappointing to send her there like this. She was completely different from the beauty that night.
If you feel uncomfortable at that time, it will be even more disrespectful, and it might bring trouble to Yunfei.
Mulan said unhappily, "You wait first, I will report to the queen."
Shen Ruoyan handed over a gold bracelet in a flattering manner, and Mulan accepted it without any pressure. Although the people in Concubine Yun's Palace looked down on them, they liked them the most.
There is no other reason. Girls from dance studios, especially those who are slightly famous, are not poor. They basically have some good things that can be rewarded by customers.
"Why don't I go in my sister's place? I'm not bad either." Shen Ruoyan said softly.
Mulan hesitated for a moment, and for the sake of the bracelet, she gave her a chance, "You come with me to see the empress, the empress has the final say."
"Thank you, Sister Mulan."
Shen Ruoyan followed, and Qu Muli was also dressed up, and she walked in a bright style.
The two of them stand together, each looking beautiful in their own style.
Concubine Yun was very satisfied when she saw the two of them, and Mulan reported in a low voice what happened to Shen Xingwan.
Concubine Yun said nonchalantly, "Are you sick? It doesn't matter. My sister can't go with my sister. Your Majesty, the beauty, won't blame you."
Shen Ruoyan breathed a sigh of relief.
It was still early, so the two of them were placed in a small tent on Concubine Yun's side, and they would be sent there when it got dark.
Qingtang was the first to receive the news. Under the service of her confidant maid, she changed into a riding outfit that would allow her to move easily.
The maid asked uneasily, "Little Master, do we really want to do this?"
During this period of time, she helped to spread a lot of news. After all, she had been in the palace for so many years, so she still knew a lot of things.
For example, where are the grains that I brought this time, where are the wines, and of course there are her people in the kitchen.
Yun Niang asked her what she wanted, feeling that she owed her something.
She said she wanted to be free.
Tonight is the best time to take advantage of the chaos. No one will care if a concubine is missing, if she can take the opportunity to run out.
The sky was getting dark, and Shen Xingwan stopped pretending to be sick and got up from the bed.
He went out with a fire seal and a small bottle in his arms.
King Beirong, who was tired from playing, went back early and took a bath.
The chief eunuch came up and said, "Concubine Yun has sent a beauty here."
"Send people to the room, I will go after dinner." King Beirong suddenly became interested.
The two were sent to the room where King Beirong rested at night. It was a gorgeous tent with everything in it.
The two sat down and looked around in a tacit understanding without leaving any trace.
No one spoke in the tent for a while. The maids all stood politely, looking down at their toes.
Shen Ruoyan looked down at her newly dyed pink nails, thinking about where it would be more appropriate to get a claw at that time.
Soon there was movement in the tent.
The maids all knelt down, and the two of them followed suit.
A group of people rushed in.
"My slave, please pay your respects to Your Majesty." The two of them said together.
"Get up." King Beirong said.
The two of them stood up and looked up, revealing their faces. One was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and the other was as delicate as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
King Beirong was so satisfied that he didn't even notice that there was a new person.
He walked aside and undressed while the palace attendants waited on him.
Four nuns came up directly from the two people's side and began to check around them.
In the end, there was no problem. Neither of them had anything they shouldn't have.
King Beirong is already sitting on the bed. He is not young anymore.
Because he was good at riding and shooting, and Beirong was a nomadic tribe, he still looked burly.
It is said that King Beirong himself is quite good in kung fu.
"Two beauties, let's have a drink first."
Someone from the palace brought wine, which was very big. The two of them obediently picked up the wine and each drank a glass of wine.
This is the hobby of King Beirong. There are some things he thinks are more wonderful when done while drunk.
A blush quickly appeared on both of their faces.
King Beirong waved his hand, and the maids and eunuchs in the room immediately retreated.
King Beirong looked at them both, "Since you are good at dancing, I'm looking forward to your performance."
King Beirong didn't move, just looked at them excitedly.
It was Shen Ruoyan's first time doing something like this and she was a little nervous.
On the other hand, Qu Muli, who was beside her, smiled charmingly and took the initiative to go over and sit on King Beirong's lap.
Shen Ruoyan maintained her character, still looking cute and pitiful, which King Beirong found interesting.
The King of Beirong summoned Qingtang last night, which was probably a bit ridiculous, but he actually felt a little tired today.
He didn't get into the theme as soon as he came up. Instead, he lay comfortably on the bed and accepted the service of the beauty.
Qumuli's skills were extraordinary, and the King of Beirong was soon intoxicated.
It's now time, and Qumuli doesn't pretend anymore. It's a bit difficult for King Beirong to do it alone.
She glanced at Shen Ruoyan, and her eyes clearly said: What to do, hurry up now...
The two made eye contact, and Qumuli's movements became more and more diligent.
Taking advantage of the moment when King Beirong lost his mind.
Shen Ruoyan's hand that was originally on his chest quickly and accurately grabbed his neck.
I used too much force and my fingers were numb.
King Beirong quickly reacted and wanted to struggle.
The moment Shen Ruoyan made his move, Qu Muli cooperated tacitly and covered his face with a pillow to prevent him from making any sound.
King Beirong struggled fiercely, and the two of them tried their best to suppress him.
A few minutes passed, and the people on the bed gradually became silent.
The two of them fell down on the bed, sweating profusely.
Shen Ruoyan stretched out her hand and breathed, and said silently, "Dead."
Qumuli slowly put on her half-undressed clothes, and the eagle of Beirong finally died in a depressed way in the middle of the night.
There was a nail-sized wound on Yong's neck that was bleeding, so the two of them covered him with a quilt.
How to escape next is the key.
Qumuli whispered, "Everyone depends on their own abilities."
Because they didn't know each other's trump cards, neither of them had any intention of taking action against the other party.
Shen Ruoyan wiped the blood off her nails with a handkerchief, "What are you going to do?"
