The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

After her cough subsided, Concubine Xi continued: "Concubine Tong invited me to enjoy the play together, and she also said that I am a real sister, so you go back and tell your third prince, even if he doesn't regard Lao Qi as his real brother, it should be because of his mother. For the sake of recognizing me as a sister, concubine, please hold me high!"

When Concubine Xi said this, she meant that the third prince's mother and concubine still respected her three points, and the third prince should know how to measure.

Xue Yao didn't respond, and lowered his head, as if in a daze.

Concubine Xi frowned: "Why didn't you answer?"

"Ah..." Xue Yao raised his head and looked at Concubine Xi as if he had just woken up from a dream. His face was full of ignorant and childish surprise, and he ignored Concubine Xi's words with impolite manners. I saw a scent, the same smell as the sachet my mother used to wear, it smells so good!"

Concubine Xi was stunned.

She has been in Daqi for several years, and she has never seen such a doll that is neither big nor small.

Most of the maids and eunuchs in the palace also entered the palace as errands when they were around ten years old. Although they were young, they were all trained to understand etiquette and rules, and they were not childish like folk children.

Before Concubine Xi could speak, the maid who was close to her body stepped forward and scolded Xue Yao on behalf of her master: "Bold! Who asked what sachet your mother used? This is Qingqiong Palace. Concubine Xi is asking you, what nonsense are you talking about? Come on!" !"

The maid had long planned to use the person sent by the third prince to vent her anger on behalf of the master, and she was waiting for Xue Yao to be careless for a moment and let her catch the wrong place. She didn't expect that the child was fine just now, but she was so disrespectful all of a sudden, so what are you waiting for, slap her mouth !

The two young eunuchs stepped forward, quickly took out the leather claw fence, and prepared to torture Xue Yao.

Xue Yao was not afraid, looked at Concubine Xi curiously, and said childishly, "It really smells like my mother's sachet. I smelled it as soon as my mother came in. I like it very much." This fragrance, my mother has not worn that sachet for a long time!"

He had an ignorant and calm expression on his face, but his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He knew that this dangerous move was a life-and-death move. His eight-year-old tender face would probably be disfigured after eating a few times of leather claw fences, and he would not even grow well.

Just blame myself for being impulsive.

He had struggled with many thoughts of giving up in his mind just now, but in the end he still wanted to fight to remind Concubine Xi that the sachet is poisonous.

Not just for the sake of whitewashing, but also for that innocent little life, and Concubine Xi's grief at losing her daughter.

When Xue Yao was reading a book, all these plots were just a foreshadowing of the protagonist’s blackening and counterattack, but now he has become a person in the book, this young mother is alive in front of him, and he knows that she is about to suffer the pain of losing her daughter , out of the conscience of a modern person, the subconscious made him make this risky decision.

It's too late to regret.

With a gloomy face, the palace maid pointed at Xue Yao and ordered, give him two slaps first, and if he can't wake up, give him another two slaps.

Xue Yao didn't panic, nor backed away, and looked at Concubine Xi with delighted eyes: "What a coincidence, it really smells like my mother's sachet!"

He couldn't say the next words hastily, he had to wait for Concubine Xi to answer, otherwise he would be easily exposed.

Concubine Xi came back to her senses, picked up the teacup, lowered her eyes and took a sip to moisten her throat.

Xue Yao had already been supported by one eunuch's arm, and another eunuch lowered his head and put on the leather claw fence.

Xue Yao's heart was about to jump in his throat, his eyes began to darken, and he couldn't help but secretly hate himself for being too reckless.

Originally planned to use the body of the eight-year-old child to speak out, to remind Concubine Xi that there was something wrong with the sachet, because the little fairy in the original book is very kind-hearted, and she should not have the heart to use the criminal law on an eight-year-old child like him, but she did not expect Concubine Xi's maid will intervene to intercede for her master!

Seeing that he could not escape a severe beating, Xue Yao made eight hundred turns in his mind, and even wanted to tell the truth directly, so he used the excuse that he had overheard Concubine Tong's plot.

He is the third prince's companion, and he has been to Concubine Tong's palace on weekdays, so it is not far-fetched to hear the secret by accident.

The eunuch's face was grim, he raised his leather claw fence, and was about to slap him down. Xue Yao couldn't hold his breath anymore, his heart broke, and he was about to shout out——

"Stop." Concubine Xi shouted first, then calmly put the teacup back on the coffee table, and turned to look at the two execution eunuchs: "Tong Yan Wuji, step back."

The eunuch who was holding Xue Yao's arm let go immediately.

Xue Yao was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak, and he tried to stand still, but he still looked up and smiled innocently at Concubine Xi.

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It's so fucking scary, since you don't want to fight, can you say it earlier!

When Concubine Xi looked at Xue Yao again, there was a little more helplessness in her eyes.

She thought that this boy was very mature at such a young age, just like the servants in the palace, but she didn't expect that he was just an ignorant child.

That being the case, no matter how much he vented his anger on him, it was impossible for him to tell the third prince who killed a thousand knives that Concubine Xi had no interest in chatting with Xue Yao anymore.

Concubine Xi took off the sachet on her waist thoughtfully, and murmured suspiciously: "Concubine Tong said that her elder brother confiscated this spice from Japanese pirates, and there is no second one in the entire capital, so how could it be the same as others? Does it smell like a sachet?"

Hearing this, the clarion call of victory sounded in Xue Yao's mind!It seems to have heard a lot of whitewashing notices!

Concubine Xi actually took the bait!

He quickly replied: "It's really the same, I really like this scent, but unfortunately my mother hasn't worn this sachet for a long time."

Concubine Xi glanced at Xue Yao, with a girlish look on her face: "You must have misremembered, idiot, I have only one sachet, and I can't find a second one in the palace. , if your mother has such a good thing, she still wears it on her body from time to time? Why hasn't she worn it for a long time?"

Xue Yao was overjoyed, and made a big move: "Mother said that she has my brother in her belly, so she can't smell this fragrance for the time being, and she can continue to wear it after her brother is born!"

The immature child's voice was like thunder on a sunny day, and the servants in the flower hall held their breath for a moment, not daring to take a breath.

Xue Yao's words, to the servant who is familiar with the struggle between concubines, clearly meant that sachets were harmful to pregnant women.

Concubine Xi's nerves were relatively thick, but she was the last one to sense the mystery in Xue Yao's words. Not long after, she looked sideways at her close maid in panic.

The maid didn't speak, but just looked at Concubine Xi and the people around her with her eyes.

Concubine Xi immediately ordered all the servants to retire.

Only Concubine Xi and the maid of honor were left in the flower hall, all staring at Xue Yao in the hall with solemn expressions.

Xue Yao still had a cute expression on his face, raised his hand and scratched his head and asked, "Did the villain say something wrong?"

Concubine Xi waved at him: "Come here, take a good sniff of this sachet, is it really the same smell as your mother's?"

Xue Yao stepped forward, took Concubine Xi's sachet and sniffed it, with a firm expression on his face: "That's the smell! It's a little different, but there's that special smell inside, I can smell it!"

Fortunately, it has been worn into the body of an eight-year-old child. No matter how it behaves, it looks real and cute.

Otherwise, Xue Yao's exaggerated acting skills are estimated to be only 3.1 points on Douban, of which 3 points are added to his appearance.

Concubine Xi's face was gradually shrouded in clouds, obviously recalling Concubine Tong's diligent and sincere appearance back then.

She is a foreign dancer with a humble background. Even the concubine in this palace looks down on her. After finally getting to know an intimate sister like Concubine Tong, I didn't expect that it was to plot against her!

The maid at the side coaxed in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't get angry, the scents are so similar, it may not be because this child remembered it wrong."

Concubine Xi handed the sachet to the maid, and softly ordered: "Go and have the imperial physician check it out."

Xue Yao knew that the imperial physician could not find out that this spice was not the "musk" used in the classic Gongdou drama, but a secret formula, and the imperial physician could not detect the toxicity.

"If you don't believe me, I'll bring my mother's sachet, and you'll know after smelling it!" Xue Yao took the initiative to propose a solution, although his mother didn't have such a sachet.

Concubine Xi smiled: "You are clever, you are right, this fragrance is unique, you can tell whether it is the same after smelling it, you can bring your mother's sachet for me to smell it tomorrow, if it is as you said Said, I will definitely thank you well."

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