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Xiao Fengming's deep eyes shrank slightly, and he looked at her: Wushuang, you should understand what kind of turmoil will happen between Qi and Ying after she dies!

Nie Wushuang pursed her red lips and looked at Xiao Fengming with her beautiful eyes: I don't understand the important military and political matters. I only know that the concubine Qi Yan couldn't bear the hard work in Yongxiang and hanged herself!

You—— Xiao Fengming's handsome face was livid. She was sitting under the lamp, stunningly beautiful and graceful, her red lips parted and what she said were all lies, but she could actually speak so calmly and calmly.

He knew a long time ago that he shouldn't question her, because as long as she didn't want to say anything, she couldn't ask anything at all.

Wushuang, you disappoint me so much! Xiao Fengming turned around and his voice turned cold: From today on, the queen is confined to the Chenghua Palace and will wait for my decree in three days!

Nie Wushuang watched him turn around and leave coldly after speaking. She couldn't help but lower her head and sigh softly. Three days, three days were not very difficult for her. But these three days have been extremely difficult for him. How should he face such a problem...

Outside the palace, there were anxious voices saying farewell to the emperor. Yang Zhi and Deshun hurried in, only to see Nie Wushuang with a smile on his face. That smile seemed brighter than the palace lanterns in the palace, but after looking at it for a long time, they actually felt in their hearts. Faintly sad.

Queen...this... Deshun asked uneasily. He has never seen the emperor so angry with the queen. Angry Feng like never before.

Yang Zhi stood quietly aside and said nothing.

Deshun was so smart that he vaguely guessed the cause of the incident and immediately fell silent.

Nie Wushuang just laughed, feeling desolate until the end. She waved her hand and said, I am going to take a rest. Everyone, please kneel down. Keep an eye on everyone in the palace during these three days.

The two said yes and stepped back cautiously.

The inner hall became quiet, and everyone's footsteps gradually disappeared. She was left alone in the huge hall, isolated, with the red candle swaying. She stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at herself blankly. Her face is like snow, her body is slim and slender, and every move she makes is endlessly charming...

She is also very disappointed with this...

She laughed, tears welling up in her eyes, and finally she covered her face and cried silently...

After an unknown amount of time, a slightly cold hand placed on her shoulder. She turned around, her eyes blurred by tears, and saw a tall figure standing behind her.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. The hand on the shoulder gradually tightened, and the devilishly handsome face under the lamp showed a smile she was most familiar with, half-smile but half-smile, half-mockery and half-pity. With a wave of his hand, the candles in the hall were immediately extinguished. Everything fell into darkness, the faint fragrance came, and she had fallen into his arms.

The moonlight was flowing outside the palace. She lay in his arms, closed her eyes, and shed tears. There was a cold wind blowing from the gaps in the curtains, lifting their sleeves. Their hearts were so empty that they could feel the wind blowing through their hearts...

A little warmth pressed against her ear, and she smiled softly: Why are you crying? You should be happy. As you wish, he has to use troops for Qi State now...

There were cold fingers on her face, caressing her eyebrows, her eyes, and landed on her lips. The scent of Du Ruo on his fingers was so cold that it soaked into her world, entangled her soul, and she couldn't extricate herself...

She raised her head, gradually put away the tears in her eyes, and looked at him under the moon, who was as handsome as a demon but not human. Your Highness, are you also very disappointed with Wushuang?

The wind blew, and all the curtains were suddenly lifted. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her red lips deeply...

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Concubine De died quietly and was buried with great splendor. Just like when she traveled thousands of miles to get married in the country of Ying, with a red dress for ten miles, and married thousands of people, the beautiful and fragrant princess from China meandered over...

The difference is that today's mourners are also carrying white flags and paper money all over the sky like snow. A coffin made of golden nanmu was slowly pulled across the long street by four white horses. ——At the request of the Emperor of Qi, the concubine Qi Yan returned home with her coffin.

Xiao Fengming specially granted her the title of Imperial Concubine Deminshun after her death. After death, everything is extremely sad and glorious. But this still could not calm the anger of the Emperor of Qi. All the Qi envoys who were in Yingjing returned home with their coffins, and the diplomatic relations between the two countries were severed.

The emperor of Qi lost his daughter in old age, and issued an imperial edict, ordering the whole country to mourn his beautiful and unlucky beloved daughter, not to feast, not to eat meat, and to fast for ten days. On both sides of the Congjiang River, armors were clanging and swords stood in the winter snow. War between the two countries was about to break out. And all this is just waiting for the return of Concubine De's coffin...

There was also tension in the air in Yingguo's palace. Queen Nie was reprimanded and grounded by the emperor, and the world seemed to be overturned overnight. As the oldest concubine in the palace, Concubine Jing has all the burdens on her shoulders. At this time, Jingui's concubine was also released from confinement. In just a day or two, all the winds turned inexplicably.

Only in the Chenghua Palace, everything was still the same as before, except for a circle of imperial guards outside the palace. Nie Wushuang had nothing on his face. He would get up in the morning and go to bed late, just reading or looking at a few winter plum trees in the garden, silently lost in thought.

The Queen... Seeing her like this, Xia Lan said worriedly: If the Queen is sad, just cry. The Emperor has never treated the Queen like this, nor for...

She couldn't help but sob as she spoke: The Queen...

Nie Wushuang looked at her innocent tearful face, smiled slightly, caressed her cheek, and said half-truthfully, I won't cry, so you can cry for me.

Seeing her smile, Xia Lan felt sad in her heart: Queen, why don't you tell the Emperor that you didn't do this?

This is what I did. Nie Wushuang turned around and smiled coldly: I did it from beginning to end. I don't understand military affairs, but this harem is mine.

The world. It would be better for Concubine De to die in Yongxiang than to let her die with more honor in the end.

Xia Lan couldn't help but shudder when she heard this. What else was she going to say? Nie Wushuang had already pinched off a plum blossom and tied it on her temple. Smiling sweetly: Wipe away your tears. In the harem, tears are shed for others, not for yourself.

After she said that, she slowly walked into the hall, her long phoenix-tail skirt dragging behind her, sweeping through the white snow, leaving long winding traces...

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