Nan Yan laughed and said gently: "Miss Cheng is the imperial concubine and the emperor's woman. If I kill you, I will apologize for my life."

When Cheng Zaixi heard what she said, his fear was slightly relieved.

Yes, she is the imperial concubine. No matter how bold Nan Yan is, how dare she murder the emperor's woman?

She gasped, the begging in her eyes disappeared, and was about to regain her arrogant posture, but she felt a sudden pain in the back of her waist!

She slowly lowered her head.

The dagger pierced her lower abdomen.

The blood oozed out and gradually dyed her uterine skirt red.

Her whole body was bent like a bow, her fingertips trembled, and she gently hugged her stomach.

Nan Yan pulled out the dagger.

She tilted her head and smiled even more casually: "It's a pity that I'm not afraid of apologizing for my life."

As if afraid that the knife would not stab Cheng Zaixi to death, she gave her two more vicious swords.

Cheng Zaixi was covered in blood.

She stared at Nan Yan tightly and kept retreating until she finally fell to the ground with excitement.

Blood flowed from her wounds, dyeing the blue brick under her deep red.

Her skirt spread out and her eyes stared at the beams of the corridor.

Nan Yan stood there, his voice coldly: "You sold me into a kiln in the past, and I will never forget this account for you. Cheng Zaixi, I will be relieved tonight if you die at my hands."

She turned the dagger and was about to go upstairs to find Nan Baoyi to settle the score, but she remembered the big-skinned and round-waisted nanny. After thinking for a moment, she put away the dagger and turned away.

Several old ladies were exhausted from climbing the stairs of the Sutra Pavilion.

Finally climbed to the top floor, I was so tired that I fell to the ground and gasped.

After they finally had enough rest, they beat their waists and picked up the key given by Song Rou to open the brass lock.

When I opened the door, the strong smell of alcohol came to my face.

In the quaintly decorated bookstore, countless wine jars were overturned.

The strong wine flows all over the ground, and the palace lanterns are like flowing gold.

The girl in a black black gold-woven peony skirt was sitting barefoot on the desk, tilting her head to pour wine into her mouth. The crystal clear wine rolled down her neck, wetting a large piece of her clothes.

The nannies looked at each other.

Nan Baoyi smashed the wine jar and raised her scarlet drunken eyes. Her consciousness was sober: "I hurt Chu Huainan's eyes. Did you send me to punish me?"

The nannies nodded subconsciously and shook their heads quickly.

The head majestic nanny with a stern face and said majestic: "Miss Nan, the Empress, is kind. Not only does she not care about the charge of stabbing the emperor, but she even promoted you to the position of concubine. You should be grateful. You behave vulgarly, gather people to gamble, drink and smoke. We are here to train you."

"Teach me?"

Nan Baoyi tilted her head and smirked.

She jumped off the desk with a smile, staggered to the middle of several old maids, stretched out her hand to pull out the maid's hair bun, and poked the maid's face, which made the group of old maids very angry.

She leaned against the door, and her thin white fingertips circling the thin cigarette tube: "When I compete with Shuli for the palace rules, you guys don't know where to wash the Gongbu, and you are also suitable to train me?"

"Hmph!" The old lady sneered and slowly rolled up her sleeves, "One time, another time, the girl was the hot fiancée of Prince Jing at that time, and now the girl is just a dog that survives in the palace. If the master wants to hit you, he will hit you. Can you talk nonsense?"

Several other old ladies also showed their original fierce face.

Nan Baoyi just sneered as they watched them take out the needle and other punishments.

She pointed to the window opposite: "Look, Queen."

Several nannies were shocked and quickly put on a respectful face and greeted them with a proper blessing.

But here is the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion, and there are hundreds of feet hanging outside the window. How could Song Rou be seen?

They realized that they had been fooled and hurriedly looked at Nan Baoyi angrily.

Nan Baoyi had already covered the inner fan with a delicate touch.

She hung a brass lock from outside, poked the Korean paper pasted on the lattice, and waved to several old nannies with curved eyebrows and eyes: "I'm leaving!"

The nannies: "…"

They were actually locked here!

It was so angry that it exploded!

"Bitch, open the door!"

"Little Langshoe, let me wait!"

"Let me teach you what is high and low and what is the rule!"

They shook the door desperately, shouting to let Nan Baoyi let them out.

Nan Bao was drunk and his face flushed. He was flirting with the inner fan leisurely and exclaimed: "It's worthy of being something in the palace, it's quite solid, hehe!"

She ignored the curses in the bookstore, slowly took out the fire from her arms, lowered her head and lit a cigarette.

Tobacco exudes a bitter and sweet taste.

The girl took a deep breath of cigarette, squinted her eyes and raised her head, and gently spit out the smoke rings.

The lights are flowing.

Her side face is white and delicate, with mottled eye shadows, and her slightly opened red lips are hidden in the smoke, which is set against the black black skirt, giving her a decadent and delicate beauty.

She lowered her eyes.

The wine slowly flowed out from under the inner fan, wetting her embroidered shoes.

This was the spirits she asked about the West Factory for the purpose of asking about it. It was almost considered a fire that she had burned. It was originally intended to deal with Chu Huainan.

She took two steps back, knocked the inner fan with a thin gold-painted cigarette pipe, and scolded drunk: "A group of old pious wives, you are the hooves, you are the bitches! The dog slaves who bully the weak and fear the strong, Song Rou's dog legs, what are you doing alive? You can die here!"

The burning ash shook to the ground one after another.

They fell into the wine, but in an instant, the pool of wine suddenly started to burn!

The fire is shining brightly.

The nannies in the room were so scared that they beat the door and screamed, and the curses gradually turned into begging.

Nan Baoyi didn't hear it.

She bent down and picked up a jar of wine beside the door and walked down the Sutra Pavilion staggeringly.

The stars are blooming tonight.

Nan Baoyi staggered out of the Sutra Pavilion.

The hundred-foot-high building was burning behind her. The palace people exclaimed, "It's gone" and came to put out the fire in groups with wooden barrels.

...

"There is water from the Sutra Pavilion?!"

In the imperial study, Song Rou was taking care of Chu Huainan. When she heard the palace maid report, her face was so angry that she was distorted: "It was made by Nan Baoyi again? Can't she calm down a little in the harem?!"

Song Rou is the queen. If something big happened in the palace, she could only hurry over and investigate.

Chu Huainan on the couch slowly opened his eyes.

Sutra Pavilion...

This is where he was really attracted to the little county, and she was willing to burn it out with a fire.

He was also afraid that Song Rou would be unfavorable to Nan Baoyi, so he stood up and ordered: "Prepare the Sutra Pavilion."

When Chu Huainan found Nan Baoyi, the girl lay in front of a side hall not far from the Sutra Pavilion.

The palace lanterns under the eaves were old, and she was drunk on the bluestone steps. Her woven gold robes and skirts were scattered like flowers, crows hair was like silk, and the wine jar at her feet was poured over, and the wine wet her embroidered shoes.

He held the lights and walked slowly closer.

The sleeping girl has faded away the fierceness and ostentatiousness in the daytime, and only the pampering and sadness remain between her eyebrows. Maybe she missed Xiao Yi in her sleep?

Chu Huainan stretched out his fingertips and slowly wiped her eyebrows.

His eyes were deep and he murmured: "What can I do if I ask for it but cannot get it?"

...

The next day.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, she found...

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Chapter completed!