Song Rou staggered.

What does it mean, "there is no possibility of restoration of enlightenment"?!

She was furious and suddenly grabbed the collar of the old courtyard judge: "How much strength can a girl Nan Baoyi have? Why is His Majesty's eyes completely broken?! The palace raises you in order to save people from danger with excellent medical skills, but you told me that the emperor's left eye is completely blind?!"

The old house was sentenced to embarrassment: "Empress..."

"What's the point of supporting you!"

Song Rou was furious and pushed him away suddenly and stepped behind the screen.

Chu Huainan's left eye has been processed.

It was wrapped around a lot of gauze, but blood stains were still quietly smudged on the white gauze.

"Emperor..." Song Rou sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes were filled with tears, and she stretched out her hand to stroke the end of his eyes, "It's all that bitch from Nan Baoyi, why do you still have to protect her? You still love her in your heart, right?"

Chu Huainan endured the pain and his face was pale as golden paper: "Is love or not, important?"

He told me about Xiao Yi's upcoming return to Beijing.

He laughed sarcastically: "The army of 600,000 is approaching, but Shengjing only has 100,000 imperial guards. Even if Chen Meng's army of 100,000 is still not enough. Rou'er, I am really a coward."

Song Rou took the hot tea from the palace maid and delivered it to him: "So the emperor protects Nan Baoyi to threaten Xiao Yi with her?"

"I don't know." Chu Huainan lowered his eyes and took a sip of hot tea. "I just don't want to be willing to be inferior to Xiao Yi everywhere. Whether it's a country or a beauty, I think that even if I can grab it from Xiao Yi, I will not waste my life. But the fact is that I really can't compare to him in everything."

The winter sun shines in from outside the window frame.

The man's face is weak and elegant, like a carved jade.

Long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on the face, outlining long loneliness and loneliness.

Song Rou's heart was filled with pain like needle-like pricking, and it was continuous and dense.

She hugged Chu Huainan with red eyes, and her jaw rested on his shoulders.

She said softly: "In Rou'er's heart, Your Majesty is better than Xiao Yi. Don't worry, the country and beauty will definitely belong to Your Majesty...Rou'er will help Your Majesty arrange everything."

Chu Huainan was silent.

The big palm gently covered the back of the woman's hand. He looked back and slowly kissed Song Rou.

Chu Huainan lay down to recuperate.

Song Rou stepped out of the imperial study and ordered: "Transfer the imperial edict of this palace to confer Nan Baoyi as a palace concubine. Then, the news of conferring her will be announced to the world."

The female official was stunned: "Canceled Nan Baoyi?!"

"In addition, I sent someone to the market to spread the news, saying that it was Nan Baoyi's water-like poplar flower, who actively climbed up the dragon couch. The more unbearable she described, the better. It is important to make her the hottest topic of conversation in Shengjing City during this period."

The female official was puzzled: "What is the intention of the Empress?"

"Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi are more in love than Jin, so they have to break it one by one. The best way to destroy a relationship is rumors and betrayal." Song Rou curled her lips viciously.

The female official suddenly realized: "In this way, Xiao Yi will determine that Nan Baoyi is unfaithful and abandon her, and then the emperor will get the beauty!"

Song Rou laughed twice.

The female official praised: "The Empress only used the pearl ointment given by Nan Baoyi last night and this morning. In just one day and one night, the skin will be a little whiter and greasy. The Empress will also become a beauty."

"Yeah?"

Song Rou raised her hand and stroked her cheek.

As he was talking, Cheng Zaixi hurried over with the palace people.

Her cheeks were still red and swollen, but she still tried hard to put on exquisite makeup and said warmly: "I would like to pay my respects to the Empress! I heard that the emperor was injured, so I came to visit him."

"The emperor just fell asleep, so there was no need to visit him."

Song Rou is cold.

Cheng Zaixi curled his lips secretly, obviously dissatisfied with being turned away.

Song Rou took her expression in her eyes and suddenly said, "It was Nan Baoyi who stabbed His Majesty."

"Nan Baoyi?"

"I have locked her in the Sutra Library and asked her to reflect on her. If Sister Cheng has time, she might as well take a few nannies to the Sutra Library and 'teach' her to the Sutra Library and 'teach' her, what is etiquette and etiquette?"

Cheng Zaixi was stunned for a moment and soon came back to his taste.

Empress, this is to borrow her hand and teach Nan Baoyi a lesson.

She was secretly happy, but pretended to be hesitant on her face: "I am not very familiar with the rules of the palace, if I lose my composure..."

"It's good if people don't die."

Cheng Zaixi was ecstatic and quickly said that he was lucky.

That night, she specially picked six or seven big-skinned nannies with round waists and swaggered into the Sutra Pavilion.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high.

She looked up at the lights on the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion, and couldn't help but look cruel: "Nan Baoyi, you have the day that fell into my hands... Brother's revenge, father's revenge, I will avenge you tonight!"

She raised her hand and touched her cheeks with a swollen and ordered, "You go up first, I will make up my makeup first."

She had to cover up the fingerprints on her face. She didn't want to be laughed at by that bitch from Nan Baoyi.

The nannies entered the Sutra Pavilion.

Cheng Zaixi stood in the corridor, took out the mirror and makeup from his arms, and carefully put on his face with the light of the palace lanterns.

A slender figure quietly appeared in the shadow of the corridor.

The person who came was wearing a light pink palace skirt, with a charming and beautiful appearance, with a shallow gloom and aggression on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. It was Nan Yan.

She held a knife in her hand.

After all, she has been in the palace for so long, there is no lack of her eyes and ears in this palace.

When she learned that Song Rou ordered Cheng Zaixi to deal with Nan Baoyi, she secretly followed her.

Cheng Zaixi's life is hers, and Nan Baoyi's life is the same. No one can touch it.

Embroidered shoes stepped across the floor tiles and quietly walked towards Cheng Zaixi who made up.

Cheng Zaixi put on his makeup and looked at the camera carefully. He felt that the slap marks on his face were finally no longer so obvious. He was about to put away the camera and makeup, but he saw a pair of cold almond eyes reflected in the mirror.

She was startled and was about to scream when Nan Yan covered her mouth tightly from behind.

Nan Yan pressed her on the corridor column, pressing her knife to her back, leaning her head close to her ear, and lowered her voice: "Cheng Zaixi, I just said yesterday that Nan Baoyi's life is mine. Do you regard my words as wind in your ears?"

Cheng Zaixi was so scared that her pretty face was pale.

She didn't dare to move at all, and opened her eyes widened, and could only make a "whimper" sound from her mouth.

"Ha..." Nan Yan's lips pressed against her ears, and the laughter from her throat was low and evil, "I know you can't speak, anyway, it's enough for me to say."

The tip of the knife crushed Cheng Zaixi's back and turned around casually.

Cheng Zaixi's legs were weak and his soul was about to be scared. He could only try his best to turn his head and beg Nan Yan to let her go with her tears.

Nan Yan is concerned: "Are you afraid I will kill you?"
Chapter completed!