Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

The New Year's Eve banquet is the most grand banquet of the year in the palace.

In the eyes of other concubines, Jiang Jieyu, who had been claiming to be ill for a month, appeared in front of everyone like a flashback, with a rosy face. With so many concubines present, who could be healthier than her? !

There's something else they don't understand.

Qiao Guibi said in a strange tone: "Hey, Jiang Jieyu is well recovered? Don't catch a cold today and be sick for a month later."

Jiang Xinlian pretended to cover her mouth and cough:

"Thank you for your concern, sister. With my sister's heart, I think my health will be better soon."

Qiao Guibi's face turned dark immediately. She looked at her innocent face and wanted to scratch two bloody marks.

After the rescue during the last winter hunting, the emperor was deeply moved by this.

After returning to the palace and being promoted to a higher position, he held her hand affectionately and promised:

"My dear concubine, I will never let you be wronged again."

No matter how much I disapproved of it, I still responded to this "sincere" feeling with a shy smile.

So thanks to the emperor's fainting, Jiang Xinlian was promoted to Jieyu, and the short-term task was solved.

Compared to her good luck, Concubine De was much worse off.

Forget about fighting for favor, it actually got His Majesty in trouble. If Jiang Xinlian hadn't protected her in time, I'm afraid the emperor would have charged her with murder.

After returning to the palace, she was demoted to Li Zhaoyi. No matter how beautiful Jiang Xinlian was, she would be in such a miserable state. This made her secretly resentful and deepened her desire to get rid of Jiang Xinlian.

No matter what they think in their mouths and hearts, they still look friendly and peaceful.

The emperor sat on the high seat, drank a few glasses of wine and felt happy. He picked up the wine glass and said, "Jing Mu, I propose a toast to you."

There is always this glass of wine at the New Year's Eve banquet every year. Others lament that the Prime Minister is still deeply favored by His Majesty, and regret that the Prime Minister is not a womanizer and cannot get married.

Zhuang Heming stood up and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Jiang Xinlian looked at him with great interest, her gaze was direct and undisguised. She originally wanted to admire him, but she didn't expect...

Meet his eyes.

Those dark eyes, always clear and emotionless, intertwined with her for a moment, then nothing happened and he sat back.

Jiang Xinlian couldn't help but smile.

[Host, you, don’t you have a crush on him? 】

086 Since the last time he was reprimanded, he has been honestly pretending that he does not exist.

But when he saw the lawsuit between these two people today, he couldn't sit still no matter what, and asked in fear.

"I didn't do anything," Jiang Xinlian said innocently, "I am the palace concubine and he is a court official. How can we stand a chance."

But there was something about him, the way he looked, the way he was, the way he was smitten, she thought.

After Zhuang Heming, several ministers received this honor. They all shed tears of gratitude and drank it all in one gulp.

When Huaiying saw that the young master's father was among them, he said happily: "Little master, little master, your majesty also needs to give me some wine!"

But there was no response from the young master. He seemed to be still stunned and asked a little strangely: "What's wrong, young master? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhao Yueli came back to her senses and forced a smile: "Nothing, just distracted for a moment."

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass in front of him to hide his twisted expression.

Before her death, her eyes were empty and cold, but when she opened them again, she was filled with laughter, singing and dancing. She thought it was a hallucination before her death, until Huaiying spoke to her.

She is reborn!

After being framed by Concubine De and thrown into the cold palace, and then killed by her bowl of poison, she had no idea how much resentment she felt in her heart.

I hate Concubine De for being cruel and merciless, and I hate the Empress for her eloquent talk and snake-heartedness.

It was now the New Year's Eve party and she couldn't afford to lose her composure.

Zhao Yueli took a deep breath, clutched her dress tightly, and accidentally hit a hard object.

She was stunned for a moment, then opened her palm and saw that it was a purse that she had spent several months embroidering with love and thought and prepared to present to His Majesty.

The insignificant purse is the purse of all her love.

She bit her lip to hold back the tears that were about to fall, biting her lip hard until her mouth was filled with blood.

She hated Concubine De, she hated the Queen, and what she hated even more was his ruthlessness.

Childhood sweethearts, no guesses.

As a prince, he held her hand and vowed: "Sister Yueli, you will be my wife from now on, and I will protect you."

Before the warmth of the promise subsided, she died in his harem.

Xiao Xun, Xiao Xun!

She lowered her head and suppressed all her emotions in her heart.

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In the middle of the night banquet, Jiang Xinlian couldn't sit still any longer, so she made an excuse and excused herself before she could fully recover.

Qiuye supported her and asked: "Master, do you still want to go to the pavilion?"

"Okay, let's go there." Jiang Xinlian didn't want to stay in the room, "Bring me a bottle of wine."

The two of them walked around the imperial garden, bypassed the plum grove, walked on a less traveled path, and entered the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, there was a hidden pavilion.

This was built by the late emperor for a beloved concubine who loved bamboo, but not long after, the beloved concubine got mad and died in the bamboo forest.

Everyone in the palace rumored that there was something unclean in the forest. As time passed, no one went to this place anymore.

Jiang Xinlian came here by chance, helped clean the pavilion, put up a red curtain to block the cold wind, and lit the heater. She has been here since she was ill for a month.

Today is the New Year's Eve banquet, and everyone in the palace is extremely busy in front, so there is no need to worry about anyone coming here.

After Qiuye warmed the wine and brought it to him, he quietly retreated and went to the bamboo forest to guard, lest anyone break in and disturb the master.

Jiang Xinlian felt uncomfortable at the banquet, only feeling noisy. But here, the surroundings were quiet, with only the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the wind, which made her feel very good.

He poured himself a glass of wine and drank slowly while leaning on the railing.

"The heroine will be reborn today, and I don't know what her character will be like."

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The unfinished wine flowed down his chin, down his neck, and onto his chest.

"What's so good about being a queen? It's better to be a queen mother."

After three drinks in a row, she was already a little tipsy and her body was feeling hot. She took off her alchemy-colored silver-patterned blouse and lay lazily on the small table, her cheeks flushed.

I was slightly drowsy due to the drunkenness. When my beautiful eyes were half open and half closed, in addition to the quiet rustling of bamboo leaves, there was also the faint sound of tiny footsteps in my ears.

Step by step, extremely slowly, but really coming to the pavilion.

Jiang Xinlian just thought it was Qiuye and waited quietly until she made a sound.

But after waiting for a long time, the man stopped in front of the pavilion without making any sound.

Not autumn leaves.

She forced herself to stand up, narrowed her eyes and looked outside.

The wind blew the gauze curtain and lifted a corner, and she could see clearly the official robe on the man. It was worn by only one person in the civil and military court:

Crimson crane robe.