Story of Yanxi Palace: I will protect the pure white moonlight!

"Probably there is." Gao Jiashi raised her red lips slightly, as if mocking herself, and snorted. "I'm not a god, so I won't have the regrets of ordinary people."

After finishing speaking, Gao Jia stretched lazily again, winked at Fucha Rongyin, and said playfully: "The most noble people in the Qing Dynasty have hard-to-dispel worries, let alone us who serve people with color. A concubine who is slack and loves shallow. The biggest regret of this palace is that I can't leave here and go outside the customs alone. I will drink the strongest wine and play the fastest with my elder brother, Ama, and the others. Dao, marry the son who treats me the most wholeheartedly."

"...Just treat it as a dream, don't say such things." Fucha Rongyin reminded.

She usually only knew that Concubine Gao was good at Kunqu opera, with a delicate waist and limbs, and a brilliant singing voice.The old empress dowager and the emperor used to be tired and wanted to relieve their boredom, all relying on Concubine Gao's flowing sleeves.

Unexpectedly, this woman had a huge dream of the desert and the long river in her heart.It's really interesting, and quite...sad.

"Yeah, a dream. So who cares how I dream? Just let me not wake up in the dream." Gao Jiashi smiled.

The two were silent for a moment.

It was Gao Jia who broke the silence and asked: "I don't like children being dragged down, but this is the thorn in Concubine Xian's heart. Has the Empress thought about it, how do I get rid of this thorn? "

Concubine Xian's subordinates committed crimes against her superiors and colluded with foreign men. According to the palace rules, it was a capital offense.

But thinking about Concubine Xian's stubborn appearance when she was in her arms just now, Gao Jia didn't want to admit it intellectually, but she had to admit it in her heart-she didn't want Concubine Xian to die.

"To put it bluntly, although she has acted a little bit in the past few years, she hasn't caused anything to happen to you. The Ulanala family is very powerful, and they have many disciples in the entire court. The Fucha family is also having a hard time. Today I went to warn her, and it has already deterred her. If she wants to die, you can see if you want to be cruel to her."

Fucha Rongyin picked up a piece of preserved apricot and put it in his mouth, slowly letting the sweet and sour taste flow down the body fluid in his mouth.fill the entire mouth.

"It's too late. She sent people to poison the food of the palace, and then sent people to ambush outside the palace to assassinate the palace. Although none of them caused substantial damage to the palace, she will never give up until she achieves her goal." temperament. If Ben Gong let her go, she probably thinks that Ben Gong is as useless as she is."

"So what are you doing? Are you going to tell His Majesty and the Queen Mother such an ugly thing?" Gao Jia said in a hoarse voice, changing her previous hippie smile, her heart raised in her throat.If they really came forward, Concubine Xian would definitely die.

The Ulanara family will not disobey the holy will for a concubine Xian.The most likely thing they will do is to send a Ulanara girl to the palace to be a child after Concubine Xian becomes useless.

"Do you want to protect her?" After several times of probing, it was found that Gao Jia had a desire to protect Concubine Xian.Fucha's voice pursed his lips, and his tone was cold: "It seems that it is a lie that Concubine Gao came to this palace today to complain about her incompetence, and it is true that she wants to intercede with this palace for her."

"Where?" Gao Jiashi touched her nose with a little guilty conscience, and said, "Everything she did is brought out one by one, and she must be blamed for death. I just don't see blood. I don’t want your hands to be stained with blood. If we can help her find her way back, we will be able to help us deal with Concubine Han and the new little fairies, right?”

"No." Fucha Rongyin interrupted coldly, "No matter how those concubines compete for favor, it has nothing to do with me."

She wanted Concubine Xian to die only because Concubine Xian's hands and feet were too low, which moved her reverse scales...

The little person kept gushing black blood from his mouth, half of his body was wet with blood, and he fell limply in her arms, almost breathless, but his little hand was still open, wiping away the hastily falling spots on her face. tears...

Her Yingluo, I don't know what a miserable life she is living in the temple now.

"Concubine Xian is not dead, I am hard-pressed."