Adore Trick of Beauty

The moonlight is melting, and on a spring moonlit night, music and music rise. A relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

But in this peaceful and quiet night, the entire Yingguo harem was secretly filled with uneasiness and solemnity. Not long ago, the palace maid Qiu Meng assassinated the imperial concubine and the third prince, which has made everyone in the palace very nervous. Now, only the third day has passed, Qiu Meng is still interrogating the palace chief, and the entire Yingguo harem is already heavily guarded. Almost every step. Five steps and one whistle.

In the Yonghua Hall, the lights were dim, as if everyone had gone to bed and rested.

Late at night, two black figures hurriedly walked out of the side door of Yonghua Hall. The dark hood was hung low, covering most of her face, only revealing her delicate lower jaw.

Nie Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice: Is everything arranged properly?

Don't worry, Your Majesty. Yang Zhi walked up to her and said, Everything is arranged properly. Your Majesty will not encounter any obstacles on her way at this time.

Nie Wushuang looked at the dark night, took a deep breath, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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The heavy night was filled with suffocating humidity, and my heart seemed to be filled with all kinds of discomfort. There is a little light in a bamboo house in the city, and half a sparse silhouette. The bamboos are hanging low, as if they are also sleeping. Someone coughed softly inside, with a sound of forbearance and loneliness.

Gu Qinghong looked at the reports from all parties in his hand and frowned with his long and long eyebrows. Now the Ying State has taken over most of the Qin area, but the Qi army that stayed in the Qin area still has no achievements. Due to the epidemic, food and grass cannot be supplied on time. If things go on like this, how can Qi State get even a little bit of Qin land from Ying State? Qi State rushes to aid Ying State and attack Qin State, which is equivalent to doing a thankless thing... What if the emperor is unwilling and provokes war against Ying State, wouldn't it be another war?

After reading the report in his hand, he threw it to the floor in frustration. A breath of turbidity filled his heart, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the bamboo door, but he didn't hear it. The person who knocked on the door hesitated for a while and continued to knock on the door. Gu Qinghong endured the discomfort, opened the bamboo door, and said politely: It's late at night, Mr. Lin, why...

The lanterns and candles in front of the door were dimly lit. When he saw clearly the half of the stunning face under the hood in front of him, he couldn't help but become speechless. He stood at the door in a daze for a long time without moving.

Nie Wushuang raised his head and took off his hood. His bright eyes reflected the light in his hand. The light in his eyes was faint, like a pool of moonlight shining in a pool of water under the moonlight, making people unable to help but be fascinated. She seemed to sigh softly: I am a guest from afar. Don't you want me to come in and have a cup of hot tea?

Only then did Gu Qinghong suddenly wake up. He turned slightly sideways, and a complex look passed over his handsome face: My dearest lady, please——

Nie Wushuang thanked him lightly and then walked in gracefully. She looked around the simple but neat room and asked, Why doesn't Mr. Gu live in the post house?

There are many people in the post house, so it is clean here. Gu Qinghong returned to normal, sat down, skillfully raised the small red clay stove, added water, and started cooking tea.

The charcoal fire was stirring, and the two of them sat opposite each other, but they were speechless. Gu Qinghong stared blankly at the dancing firelight licking the iron tripod for making tea, wandering in the sky. Nie Wushuang caressed the mutton-fat jade bracelet on her wrist and remained silent.

I don't know if a singer from one of the Qin Towers and Chu Pavilions was singing all night long. The ethereal songs were carried by the night wind, making people feel vaguely desolate.

It turns out that love and hate are so relatively speechless in the end.

Nie Wushuang raised his bright eyes and said calmly: I ventured out of the palace tonight. First, I want to thank Lord Gu for saving me the day before yesterday.

Gu Qinghong didn't look back, and said after a while: This is what Gu should have done. No matter who it was at that time, he would definitely protect the empress and... the third prince.

Nie Wushuang smiled lightly and laughed at himself: Is that right? Doesn't Mr. Gu hate me the most?

Gu Qinghong was slightly startled when he heard this, then slowly shook his head: No, I have never hated you.

He turned his head, his face as clear as the moon carrying deep pain that she couldn't understand: It was me back then...

Stop talking! Nie Wushuang interrupted him abruptly: Whether you hate it or not, Wushuang no longer cares! Master Gu, please don't mention that time again!

After she finished speaking, she was shocked to realize her fierce tone. Disgust for herself flashed in her eyes. She turned her head and said coldly: I am here tonight. The second thing I want to do is to ask Mr. Gu to do me a favor. It can be regarded as a favor. Lord Gu, do yourself a favor.

What's the matter? Gu Qinghong's eyes regained calm and asked.

The palace maid Qiu Meng was injured by Master Gu. This matter has not been asked by the Palace Chief. If anyone asks, Master Gu will say that he has never been in Yongxiang, and the Japanese palace has never seen Master Gu that day. Nie Wushuang said.

Okay. Gu Qinghong nodded: I can agree to this.

It's good that Master Gu understands. Even if Gong Zhengsi asks about this, he won't believe everything the palace maid Qiu Meng said. Nie Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. Who would have thought that one day she and Gu Qinghong would collude in confession? The world's situation is so ridiculous.

The fact that the palace maid Qiu Meng stabbed herself is already strange enough. If Gu Qinghong is added to the mix, wouldn't it make the chaos even worse? She couldn't allow herself to be taken advantage of again.

Is there anything else? I just say it's okay, Gu Qinghong asked calmly.

No more. Nie Wushuang stood up, turned around and picked up the cloak on the side, and said calmly: I am going back.

You... His hesitant voice came from behind. Nie Wushuang paused, and his hoarse voice came: Since you are here, let's have a cup of tea before leaving.

his voice

With the tenderness she was familiar with, her heart suddenly trembled. If the overwhelming past was just a nightmare, how could she and him be so reluctant to meet each other today?

A tear quietly rolled down from the corner of his eye. Nie Wushuang wiped it away coldly and refused: No need. Coming here today was a helpless move. Wushuang will not talk and laugh with his enemies and forget the past.

After she said that, she turned around and left resolutely, pushing open the bamboo door and a gust of wind mixed with moisture rushed towards her. The night wind was so strong that there were already a few raindrops falling. She hesitated for a moment, and heard footsteps behind her. Gu Qinghong had already held up an umbrella to cover her head.

Let's go, let Gu see your wife off. His breath was behind him, and Nie Wushuang felt helpless, just pursed her red lips and remained silent.

Gu Qinghong walked up to her and said calmly: Your Majesty, you are not afraid that Gu will kill your Majesty on the way, right?

He naturally tilted the umbrella towards her to shield her from the increasingly heavy raindrops. Under the dim light of the corridor, his features and eyes were so familiar that she could trace every outline of his face with her eyes closed.

Nie Wushuang looked at the increasing rain. Wouldn't it be hypocritical to refuse at this moment?

She took a deep breath, put her head together, and smiled coldly: How can I be afraid?

After she said that, she lifted up her skirt and walked into the rain. Gu Qinghong followed, walking slowly beside her. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The place where Gu Qinghong lived was already remote. In order not to make people suspicious, Nie Wushuang left the carriage behind. Stopped in the distance again, and as we walked along, our shoes and socks got wet after a while, and our feet were muddy, making every step very difficult.

She didn't say a word, just walked forward, and the umbrella on her head always carefully and thoughtfully blocked most of the wind and rain for her. When she turned around, she saw that he was already covered in rain, and his green shirt was soaked.

The rain had no tendency to stop, it was pouring down everywhere, and when he saw her stop, he naturally stopped and asked with his eyes.

The rain rolled down his cheeks and dripped slowly. A huge hatred surged in her heart, and she suddenly knocked the umbrella out of his hand, and heavy rain suddenly fell. She sneered in the rain: Gu Qinghong, why are you so pretentious! Do you know? You make me sick! Do you think if you give me a little charity now, I will forget how you treated me and our Nie family back then?

The downpour of rain immediately made both of them soaked, and the rain rolled down her cheeks, just like the spring rain that penetrated into the bone marrow that night on Meridian Street, and the endless blood...

She was trembling and glaring at Gu Qinghong in the heavy rain. The dark night covered everything in the world, as if he and she were the only two people in the world. I don't know whether it was the tears or the rain that kept rolling down from her eyes. She suddenly choked up. Gu Qinghong stared at her crying uncontrollably in the heavy rain. Her weak shoulders trembled. The rain wet her thin spring shirt, and her outline was Her thin and graceful body was exposed, and her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Wushuang... He stretched out his hand to her, but found that the two of them were only close to each other but unable to touch.

Nie Wushuang wiped the rain and tears from her face. Her pale face was like a lotus blooming suddenly in the dark night. She stopped crying and turned around suddenly. However, the moment she turned back, she was shocked by a figure walking slowly in the rain.

She covered her pale lips and looked at the familiar face under the umbrella. Someone from the palace came forward. The bright palace lantern flickered in the heavy rain, and his face was so clear.

Wushuang... He sighed, stepped forward, and took her cold hand: Why don't you go back to the palace?

Your Majesty... Nie Wushuang felt something in his heart thump and fall to the ground.

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