The author and protagonist HE [Transmigration Book]

I do not believe.

Pei Qiuyue had these three characters written all over her face.

Thought and knew it was impossible.

It's love at first sight now, what did I do long ago.

Moreover, in Pei Qiuyue's mind, the saint is probably synonymous with insidiousness, cunning and finesse, and she would only suspect that she has some conspiracy.

Xiao Muyu sneered twice, brushed away the hair sticking to her face, wrapped the quilt a little tighter, sighed lightly, and decided to tell the truth.

"Well, it's actually because I'm a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Even if the princess is willing to forgive me, then I believe she will protect me. Besides, I can neither practice nor have background and backing. It's not that important, it can be replaced at any time, and there is only one dead end if you leave the palace..."

Wrapped in the quilt, Xiao Muyu scratched her fingers and listed the interests one by one.

Fortunately, what she said was basically the truth, otherwise she would have been persuaded by herself.

"The princess has a high status, is strong, good-looking and responsive to my requests—I have figured it out now, it's good to be a salted fish with thighs to hug."

This sounds more convincing.

Although she didn't quite understand Xiao Muyu's strange adjectives, it didn't prevent Pei Qiuyue from understanding her meaning.

After all, it's just for survival.

Not long ago, the princess had said that she was going to kill her, but then turned around and detained her and said that she was going to marry her.

There are so many changes before and after, no one can't help but wonder if there is some conspiracy.

Xiao Muyu's tone was brisk, as if talking and laughing, but it made Pei Qiuyue's tense hostility relax a little.

"I hope so."

This is the end of the conversation, Pei Qiuyue has nothing more to say to her.

At this moment in the dead of night, seeing the maid tidy up in an orderly manner, Pei Qiuyue got up, said hello and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Saintess, rest early. Don't suffer from the cold. After all, your body is weak... If you need anything, you can tell your servants tomorrow."

Nothing more than similar polite words.

Xiao Muyu inexplicably felt that the other party seemed to be mocking her.

And it's definitely not her illusion.

"Second Miss." Xiao Muyu stopped Pei Qiuyue, "There is something I would like to ask you to help with."

Pei Qiuyue stopped in her tracks: "What?"

Xiao Muyu stretched out both hands from the quilt, quickly drew a square, then retracted to wrap the quilt tightly, and said, "I want a bigger mirror."

Pei Qiuyue was a little puzzled: "What do you want such a big mirror for?"

Xiao Muyu didn't blush and her heart didn't beat, she said without blinking her eyes: "I suddenly want to appreciate the beauty that I have captivated Your Highness the Princess."

Pei Qiuyue: "..."

This saintess doesn't know if she is sensible or not, but this face is getting thicker and thicker.

Of course, Pei Qiuyue sent someone to bring the mirror in the end.

Xiao Muyu really sat in front of the mirror all day, staring at himself in the mirror for a long time.

If she hadn't been really amazingly beautiful, she might have become a big joke inside and outside the palace overnight.

The maids murmured a few words in private, and after reporting back to Pei Qiuyue, they didn't dare to bother, they just refilled a cup of tea for Xiao Muyu who was sitting blankly from time to time.

Xiao Muyu held the cup of hot tea, and answered unconsciously: "Thank you."

The palace maid bowed her head flattered, but she didn't dare to answer, she just glanced at her secretly, seeing that she had no other orders, she stepped back temporarily.

For a few days in a row, seeing that the Holy Maiden is not someone who likes to make things difficult for her servants, the ladies in the court became more courageous.

The palace maid who withdrew whispered a few words to her companion in private.

"Master Saintess doesn't look like a savage person, why was she so impulsive before and ran into the imperial concubine?"

If there was no collision with the noble concubine, and the Holy Maiden is still peacefully staying in the temple, how could there be so many messy things happening.

"Don't you know the temper of the imperial concubine? There are not many people who have offended her because of an unintentional sentence before."

"If you want me to say, Lady Saint is lucky. If Her Royal Highness didn't like her, I'm afraid she would have died a long time ago."

"The imperial concubine has such a good relationship with His Royal Highness, it's uncertain what will happen in the future."

"All of you, please don't say a few words. The affairs of the masters are something that we servants can interrupt."

……

The whispering outside stopped abruptly, and the person who couldn't restrain his gossip quickly regained his composure, and stayed in his position with his mouth tightly shut.

Such cases are perhaps not uncommon.

The eyelashes of the people in the room trembled slightly, and they turned their faces slightly to the direction outside the door. The ladies in the palace looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, silent as if they were robots.

But the previous voices did get into her ears without hindrance.

Xiao Muyu turned her head and changed her posture, propped her chin with one hand, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The ancient nature under the overhead worldview is different from the real history, perhaps with the addition of spells, the mirror is as clear as the modern one, and the appearance of the people outside the mirror is reflected in the original.

The deep eyes are no longer as dull as before, and there is light in the depths of meditation, which is completely different from the wooden beauty of the past.

Xiao Muyu is a person who never despairs.

She hadn't completely pinned her hopes on her abilities.

Because she can't be sure of her own situation, and she can't guarantee that her ability can be awakened and evolved again—to take a step back, she has to return to the level of her previous life, so that she can guarantee her own safety regardless of her situation.

Staying is the safest choice.

It didn't mean she wasn't curious why the princess was so obsessed with her.

For the first time, Xiao Muyu developed a strong interest in her appearance——

It's not that I haven't seen my current appearance when I was washing up, but at that time my nerves were tense, and I always felt that appearance and the like were secondary things.

Now that she has settled down temporarily, Xiao Muyu has the leisure to think about the connection between her original body and herself.

Dressing as a saint may not be entirely a coincidence, the most distinctive sign is appearance.

The appearance of the saint is almost the same as that of Xiao Muyu before crossing, the only difference is that she is younger, but some wounds that should not have appeared on her body have also brought over, making Xiao Muyu think that it is her body that has gone backwards in time.

After a moment of astonishment, there was no surprise at all.

Xiao Muyu finally recalled that a long time ago, when she first started writing a novel, she accidentally mentioned this writing project to her roommate at the time, and she added such a character in the mirror under the strong request and bet of her roommate.

The original words of the roommate were that it was a pity that Xiao Muyu's face was not born in ancient times, otherwise it would definitely be another evil concubine who has left a bloody history in history.

Since it cannot be realized in reality, it is not a bad idea to have fun in the book.

But she didn't expect that the ruthless writer had written this character to death in Chapter 3.

I heard that when the "No. [-] Beauty" in the book left the scene early, the roommate regretted it for a long time, saying that it is a pity that this setting does not have some exciting plots such as sadomasochism, deep love, hatred, hatred, and disaster.

To some extent, it can be regarded as a prophecy.

This is probably retribution.

Xiao Muyu desperately recalled the past in a dull way, trying to find more clues and clues to get out of trouble.

——The saintess is not just a random beautiful child to replace her. She was originally a priest with supernatural powers. Theoretically speaking, her soul is so pure that she is not afraid of any evil invasion. It should be the most suitable physique for cultivation... …

"Clap."

The sound of water droplets hitting the leaves.

Xiao Muyu woke up suddenly, subconsciously turned her head away.

The two people who had just stepped into the room stopped at the same time, the princess's reaction was fairly calm, but Pei Qiuyue's heart skipped a beat when she was startled by the cold eyes that suddenly turned around.

Both of them are cultivators, regardless of the princess's talent, although Pei Qiuyue doesn't have such a good talent, she is definitely far different from the saintess who has no foundation.

When they came, they deliberately concealed their whereabouts and deliberately lightened their steps. They thought that the saint would never notice, but they didn't expect to meet each other's eyes as soon as they entered the door.

Coincidence.

Pei Qiuyue thought so, seeing the surprise in Xiao Muyu's eyes, she relaxed again.

It was her nerves that were too tense.

Still need to learn more from the princess.

The princess took two steps forward with a calm expression, sat down beside the mirror, looked Xiao Muyu up and down, raised her eyebrows slightly: "You expect me so much?"

"No." Xiao Muyu retorted subconsciously. After answering, she felt that the answer was not good, so she added with a smirk, "This shows that we have a good understanding."

"Really." The princess met her eyes, "I don't have time to see you these few days, do you think of me?"

Xiao Muyu answered without changing expression: "I think about it every day."

"What do you miss me?" asked the princess.

Xiao Muyu: "...I miss your face."

The princess twitched her lips: "You look so cute trying to please me."

Xiao Muyu said modestly: "Where is it, it can't compare with the natural beauty of Her Highness the Princess."

Pei Qiuyue: "..." I don't really understand how you people communicate.

The princess glanced at Pei Qiuyue, as if she had just realized that there was someone else here. She paused for a moment, then raised her chin to signal the maid who was holding clothes and jewelry to come in, and cut directly to the topic.

"Put on your clothes and accompany me to see Father."

Xiao Muyu's smile froze on his face, and after a while he cautiously asked: "What are you doing?"

Princess: "Of course I told her about our marriage."

Xiao Muyu shook her hands and almost fell to the ground. She leaned on the mirror and hugged her coat tightly, with a rogue attitude of not giving in to death, but when she looked up at the princess, her tone weakened instantly.

"Is it too late for me to have a fever?"

The princess looked at Xiao Muyu condescendingly, curled up her lips, and smiled coldly: "Do you want to take it off by yourself, or should I take it off for you?"

Xiao Muyu: "..."

At the same time, in another palace.

The imperial concubine was sitting in front of the mirror and doing her makeup, and the palace maid whispered back beside her.

"Imperial Concubine, Her Royal Highness took the saint girl to the direction of His Majesty."

The imperial concubine remained silent, her brows were raised with a somewhat stern look on her face. On the ground were balls of crumpled paper, stained with black ink, which was enough to show the master's depressed mood when he wrote.

After dressing up, the imperial concubine stared at the whip on the wall for a while, then looked away from the window, got up and walked outside.

"It's time to visit His Majesty."

Outside the window, the grass and trees are verdant, dotted with sporadic flowers and colors. The imperial concubine does not like the cold winter, so a formation is set up in the palace, which is like spring all year round. It is a rare and lively scene in the palace.

Morning dew rolls down the veins and slowly drips onto the leaves below.

"Clap."

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-12-0418:00:00~2020-12-0520:53:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: drinking alone, 19 bars in 1101 bars;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Yiqing eee 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!