She looked at him, sighed, pushed him away gently, lowered her head and carefully brought him the string of golden bells.

Then she stood up, turned around, brushed away the peach petals on her body, and said lightly: "You are a smart person. Go back and serve your master with your cleverness. No one can shake your pamper at will. I can pretend that what has not happened today."

"Can the little master tell Mei Nu where Mei Nu lost?"

She didn't look back and took care of her white clothes. Her free and depressed aura dissipated, and her voice was calm: "I only want to win you in this life."

A shattered ringtone came from behind, and even the ringtone was shocked. After a long time, the people behind him sighed deeply: "Dugu Jialuo is so lucky."

"Probably." Her voice was so faint and far, and she was inexplicably erratic.

Wan Qing and Wan Qing are a slight difference, but it is a huge mistake. Unfortunately, no one can hear it even if they say it. But she obviously didn't lie. In her life, Wan Qing alone is enough.

What a pity, He Wanqing?

The beautiful man looked a little lost when he left, and seemed to be shocked by her last sentence.

"The little master is softened by Mei Nu." A somewhat old palace maid slowly walked out from behind a tree in the distance and sighed softly, "Young master, don't be confused. This man is very thoughtful and can't touch him."

"This kind of person is even more undestrained. If I stab him too hard, I will be more careful in the future." She said lightly, "He will not come to me for no reason to say this, but if he is stimulated, he will say something else. What kind of stimulation can a male lover be stimulated when his master is not there? He must have met Wanqing not long ago. And he has the smell of Canaan fragrance on his body. Can Canaan fragrance be used in this palace be used in other places? I ask you, where is Dugu Jialuo now."

The palace maid sighed: "Little master..."

"I'm going to go to Qiluan Palace to discuss the tea party with the lady."

The palace maid was stunned again: "Shouldn't the little master go to Zhaoyang Palace... Dugu Jialuo went to find him alone..."

"It's too late." She didn't look back and said in a cold tone. "It's like going to Zhaoyang Palace now to admit your mistakes. If you're more guilty, you can only be unreasonable. Dress up and go to Qiluan Palace."

The skirt in front of him scattered like water lines while walking, and he just sank his head and didn't even look up.

"Get up." The lazy voice was soft and boneless, and the tail sound naturally seemed like a little hook that caught the soul, which made people's hearts jump, but in this voice, there was a kind of majesty that could not be rejected, which made people feel awe.

He responded softly and stood up slowly, but never looked up at the woman in front of him.

The rouge-colored outer robe on her body was embroidered with dark sparrow patterns, and the feathers were dotted with small red crystals, winding to the ground; the crabapple-colored silk was embroidered with dark red auspicious cloud patterns, and the gold and silver threads used to outline were shining brightly in the sun; the light crimson trouser robe skirt revealed a snow-white breast, and a thin strap stretched along the collarbone into the collarbone, so the correct crimson color contrasted with the jade-like skin. Her deep and light rouge color was the most luxurious and graceful style, but she was charming and confused. The black hair was tied into a complex bun, with pearl hairpins and jade hairpins in it. The phoenix step made of red gold was filled with a string of pearls in the mouth, which sounded as her steps, and gently hit her face from time to time.

It is hard to imagine a woman dressed so luxuriously and charmingly, making people easily think of the beautiful girls in the palace and harem in the book, but her outfit gives people the feeling that she should be like this.

She is extremely beautiful, with a beautiful face and a slim figure. She deserves all the words to describe beauty, but no beauty in the world can be as unforgettable as her.

Unforgettable, not for her extraordinary appearance, but for her charm.

There is a kind of woman in the world who thinks of bed the moment you see her. This kind of woman is called a beauty.

She is undoubtedly the stunner among the stunners.

But when a man or even a woman takes a look, she will think that the beauty in the bed has such a sense of majesty that is lofty and inviolable. Even when she smiles the most charmingly, it will not fade away. Do you think such a woman is dead or not?

It's deadly, of course it's deadly.

She is no young. Although her creamy skin is smooth and patternless, her pair of water-cut eyes are looking at her, and her enchanting figure is as light as a snake, she can't see any trace of time, but she is at least not a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old definitely does not have the same mellow and seductive style as wine.

But in front of such a woman, who will still be obsessed with a girl of seventeen or eighteen? Who will still care about her age?

Such a woman is the most mysterious Tai Chi Palace Empress in the world.

Dugu Jialuo's eyes were always low and never left her skirt.

"I haven't seen such a good sun for a long time. Chun Ri and Dong Yang are really incomparable." The woman sighed softly, "It's just that the spring breeze is blowing again, and I am one year older."

"The Empress's grace is getting richer and richer, just like the wine is getting richer in the year. Why should she be slander yourself?" He smiled slightly, his voice clear and clear as the wind. Such flattery is extremely natural, and there is no reason for people not to believe it.

The woman smiled, very tender, and the world seemed to have lost its color.

His head lowered even lower.

"Come in." The woman turned around lazily and walked slowly into the hall. Her skirt was waving like water patterns while walking, and her demeanor was graceful and elegant, and she showed endless coquettishness.

The curtains hanging in the hall were all heavy in rouge, and the tents hanging on the soft couch that the woman was lying slanted was also the same color. The rouge gauze, crimson red sandalwood, snow-white Hetian jade, and the phoenix incense burner made of red gold spit out a scent of fragrance. The Canaan fragrance that is hard to buy is the unique taste of this woman.

Her charming body leaned softly on the embroidered cushion, and casually played with Yu Ruyi on the edge of the cushion with her delicate facial features. Her delicate facial features were not really happy or sad in the smoke.

There were many palace servants standing with their hands hanging down in the hall, but each one was as motionless as a mud, waiting for her to give her instructions.

After a long time, she spoke indifferently: "The Gala messenger seems to love you very much."

"The slave is the one whom the Empress gave to the Messenger of Gala. The Messenger of Gala is grateful to the Empress for her kindness. Her love for the slave is a thank you to the Empress. The Messenger of Gala is not to favor the slave, but to respect the Empress." He replied with a faint smile.

"Is that true? But if the messenger of Gala had not favored you too much, you are a little male lover, how could you have the courage to come to Zhaoyang Palace to see me without the summons of me?" The woman's voice was filled with a lingering smell, which made the air in the palace seem a little stagnant.

However, he still smiled faintly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I have been taught by the Galla envoys and are well versed in the way of loyalty to the emperor and serving the master. Therefore, today I am just imitating the Galla empress's thoughts. Galla serves the Galla and share the worries for the empress. Although I am not as good as the little master, I am willing to share the worries for the little master."

The woman sneered: "What kind of master is there? What kind of slave? The messenger of Gala, Shigala, is so wise that he can speak with a small mouth. I didn't expect that if you, Dugu Gala, would make people want to pull you out and kill him, you would talk to him after following Gala. But I'm really afraid that Dugu Gala, what worries do you want to share for your master?"

He bowed respectfully and knocked to the end: "I dared to ask the Empress to withdraw Zhang Shaoqing's invitation."

The woman's hand on Yu Ruyi suddenly stopped, raised her beautiful eyes, looked at him with a sharp look, and said coldly: "Is it Gala who asked you to come?"

"No, this is the slave's own idea." His voice was calm.

The woman snorted coldly: "A mere male pet dares to have opinions on the government affairs in the palace. You are so brave!" The last few words of this sentence were very serious, and the slaves in the palace instantly knelt down, "If you say that it was the messenger of Gala who asked you to come, I can understand it and change my words, and it is still time to change it."

"The little master has always followed the leader of the Empress, so naturally he would not let me, a male lover, ask for such a heartless request. But the little master is not unaware of the matter. Please think twice about this!" He lay on the ground, every word fell from a pearl on the jade plate, and he was not afraid at all.

The woman laughed, her laughter was extremely moving: "It turns out that you know your identity too. Since that's the case, you are just a ruthless person. But do you know that you have to be punished severely in the palace?"

"Only a slave can share the worries of the little master, and die without regrets!" I feel the wish of the emperor on the golden platform, and I encourage the jade dragon to die for the emperor. For the sake of a name, Wanqing is willing to pay it back with his own strength today.

"Okay, then give it to me..."

"Empress! Empress! Not good!" A palace man hurriedly ran in, but found that the palace was so tense, and he couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't know whether to continue talking or not, so he could only kneel down with a plop.

The woman said coldly: "What's going on! Are there any rules? One, two or three, how can you be yelling? What's the matter that makes you all lose your mind? Say!"

The palace man raised his head with panting and lingering fear, and said tremblingly: "Empress! In the Qiluan Palace, in the Qiluan Palace... The lady and the Gala envoy in the Qiluan Palace have started to have a fuss... The lady got angry! When the slave came out, he heard... Heared... Heared the lady threatening to kill the Gala envoy!"

"What?" He couldn't help blurting out.

The hall was as silent as if it was dead in an instant.

Although the envoy of Gala was an envy slave, his identity was not as good as that of Gong Lingshan in Qiluan Palace, the daughter of the Empress and the body of a daughter. But everyone knows that the envoy of Gala was the extremely capable subordinate around the Empress, and he could be said to be his right-hand man. The empress even made the subordinates call her the "little master" second only to him and the lady in the palace. How much love is this.
Chapter completed!