The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

Jiang Guo's newcomer, a woman surnamed Xia, is very favored.

In just two days, Emperor Yan named her a concubine, named Xian.The bedroom given to her was the Jingling Palace where the former empress lived before she was crowned empress.

As soon as the imperial decree came out, not to mention the concubines in the harem, even the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were shocked.

All the women in Yan Palace knew that there was only one woman in Emperor Yan's heart, and that was Empress Shu Li.

Emperor Yan has few descendants, only one prince and one princess, the prince Yan Changling, and the princess Yan Wanting are both descendants of the queen.

When Empress Shuli was alive, Emperor Yan loved her alone, and rarely went to other concubines' halls. After dealing with government affairs, he would go to the empress's palace whenever he had free time.Drinking tea and playing chess, holding hands and admiring the moon is very loving.

It's just that the prince grew up to be eight years old, and when the princess was five years old, Empress Shu Li died suddenly.

When Emperor Yan heard the news that the queen had passed away, he immediately vomited blood and passed out. He has been ill ever since.

Lingering on the sickbed for two years, the originally tall and mighty emperor, with magnificent weapons and magnificent weapons, was so thin that he was beyond human shape. All the officials in the palace almost thought that the emperor would not be able to hold on to his death, and they all prepared to push the young prince to the throne.

Unexpectedly, one day, Yan Huang, who was dying of illness, tremblingly, with the support of the eunuchs, returned to the court hall, and regained his palm.

Since then, it has been ten years.

In the past ten years, the Yan Kingdom has never had a queen.

The prince married a wife, and the princess had reached the age of marriage, but the throne of the Yan Kingdom was always vacant.

Emperor Yan's reputation of being infatuated and serious is well known throughout the world.Since then, there is nowhere to go under the knees, only one son and one daughter.

There was no empress for more than ten years, and none of the concubines in the palace coveted the empress any more.Because of fighting for favor for so many years, no one can take the place of the former empress in Emperor Yan's heart. Since no one can confer the empress, there is nothing to contend for.

In these years, the concubines and concubines in the palace are also harmonious.

It's just that Emperor Yan suddenly gave Xia Qiulian the Jingling Palace where the former empress once lived. This move unintentionally broke the balance of the harem.

No one could have imagined that a woman who had only entered the palace for less than half a month could be so favored by Emperor Yan. The jealousy and vigilance of the concubines in the palace towards Xia Qiulian reached its peak.

The news of Yan Palace spread to the families through the hands of the concubines, and all the dignitaries immediately began to investigate the identity of the new lady entering the palace.

There are women from various countries in Yan Palace, and the backers behind them can be imagined.

All the forces in the dark all cast their eyes on one place at the same time, Jingling Palace.

It was the first time for Qing Yuan and Lv Ruan to enjoy being surrounded by a circle of people complimenting them.

They were carrying the tea that Xia Qiulian wanted to drink in the morning, and they were surrounded by a group of court ladies and eunuchs at the entrance of the hall.

"Oh, Aunt Xia, how can you hold this teapot so hot, be careful if it burns, and my servant will help you carry it."

"Girl Lu, you have just gotten up and are busy serving water for your mother, and your shoulders are sore. Do you want a servant to rub it for you?"

"Hey, hey, you slaves, why are you blocking the way of the two aunts? Hurry up and let the aunts in."

Qing Yuan looked helplessly at the flattering and flattering people beside her, who were about to burst into laughter, and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing whether to walk or stop here.

Compared to Qing Yuan's helplessness, Lu Ruan was much calmer, with a frown on her delicate face, and a bit of displeasure in her voice.

"What are you all doing here to stop the empress from getting up, if the empress punishes you, can you take the blame?"

The surrounding court ladies and eunuchs all bowed their heads when they heard the words, and hurriedly moved out of the way with dog-legged faces.

"Two aunts, don't be angry, walk slowly, walk slowly."

Lu Ruan glanced at those people, and led Qing Yuan, who was stunned, into the hall.

Compared with the Lvlan Palace they lived in before, Jingling Palace looked more magnificent and refined. Even the stone slabs in the courtyard in front of the palace were more moist and smooth, with some intricate patterns engraved on them, so bright that they could reflect people's shadows.

In addition to Qingyuan and Luruan, there were seven or eight serving ladies and eunuchs in the palace, who were busy walking through the palace. When they saw Qingyuan and Luruan, they greeted Qingyuan and Luruan respectfully in a low voice.

Qingyuan and Lvruan walked straight all the way, and walked in this palace for a while before arriving at the main hall.

Xia Qiulian got up early and was sitting in the hall holding a scroll in her hand. She was wearing a white palace gown with simple patterns embroidered with silver thread on the skirt.

Even though she was made a concubine, Xia Qiulian was completely clean, with no jewels and ornaments on her body, and the only exquisite and warm white jade hairpin, which did not look extravagant, was just tied casually and beautifully in her hair.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a picture scroll. The beautiful person sits quietly in the palace, the picturesque eyebrows are full of light and indifferent, a pair of clear and bright eyes are looking at the scroll in the hand seriously, and the slender fingertips Lay lightly on the book paper.

No matter how you look at it, they all look like fairies who fell from the sky.

Qingyuan puffed her chest out, and trotted towards the hall with the teapot in hand.

"Miss, the tea is here."

Qingyuan's eyebrows and eyes were curved when she smiled, and she walked around Xia Qiulian's side as if wagging her tail.

"Qingyuan, I can no longer call you Miss in the future, I have to call you Niangniang."

Lu Ruan came over, pursed her lips and smiled and patted Qing Yuan on the head.

"It's okay, if there is no one else, you can call me Miss, and you should be more kind."

Xia Qiulian covered the scroll, her clear eyes were a little sad.

She has become Emperor Yan's concubine, the empress of the palace, and no one will call her Miss Xia anymore.

Although I had prepared early, I still felt a little bit disappointed in my heart.

"Miss, I see how well the emperor treats you. He sent a lot of clothes and jewels early this morning. In the future, we will be able to walk upright in Yan Palace, so we won't be afraid of being bullied."

Qingyuan was very happy that Xia Qiulian was favored by Emperor Yan, and she shook her head proudly.

"Qingyuan, you don't want to look like a villain, even if the young lady is favored by the emperor now, you have to restrain yourself a little bit, don't talk in front of others and bring the young lady into trouble."

Lu Ruan always pours a basin of cold water on Qing Yuan when she is happy.

"I got it, I got it, I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others, don't make me think so stupidly." Qing Yuan pouted dissatisfiedly.

Every time the two of them were in front of Xia Qiulian, they would quarrel without saying a word. This has been the case since childhood, and Xia Qiulian has long been used to it.

She has a calm temper and doesn't like to talk, so let them quarrel, as long as it's not too much, she won't stop talking.

Hearing the noise of Qing Yuan and Lv Ruan, Xia Qiulian got up and walked around the hall slowly.

This bedroom is exactly the same as in her memory, every plant and tree is exactly the same as in the previous life.

Even the table in front of him is the same as the previous life.

Xia Qiulian still remembered that in her previous life, she leaned on this table and drank the intestinal poison wine, and died slowly.

This is where she ends and where she is about to begin.

Not for a while.

People came from Jingling Hall.

Several maids from various palaces came together, saying that some empresses in the palace invited Xia Qiulian to go outing in the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers.

Those empresses who invited people didn't come, but they sent a few little maids to call people.

Xia Qiulian didn't intend to refuse, she really wanted to meet those empresses again.

She still remembers.

In her previous life, the news she sent out from Yan Palace was all passed through the hands of a lady in the palace.

That lady was also a secret agent arranged by Jiang Xunyan, Xia Qiulian had never met her in person, and she didn't know who that magical lady was.

She only knew that in the heavily guarded palace full of eyeliners, that mysterious empress could also pass on the news.

It can be seen that it is not a simple role.

Although she was curious in her previous life, she had no intention of finding out who that empress was, but in this life, she must know the identity of that mysterious person.

Even if she can't spread the news in Yan Palace, it doesn't mean that the mysterious empress won't.

It's just that there are many concubines in this palace, and there are more suspicious people. Xia Qiulian must contact them a lot to find out the mysterious person.

A dark light flashed in Xia Qiu's eyes, and Dang even accepted the appointment.

Xia Qiulian took Qing Yuan and Lv Ruan, and followed the leading maids all the way to the Imperial Garden.

Today's weather is a bit sultry, and the sun above the head is scorching, which is not a good day for viewing flowers.

Picking such a weather to invite Xia Qiulian to enjoy the flowers, I thought it was just to show her off.

After a long distance, Xia Qiulian raised his eyes and saw a group of people sitting in the cool pavilion in the imperial garden, bright red and green, and the smell of incense powder could be smelled from a long distance away.

The empresses who can be selected as concubines are naturally pretty women, and there are many beauties whose appearance is no less than Xia Qiulian's.

Seeing Xia Qiulian approaching from afar led by the maid, the pavilion started chattering.

"The appearance is not very beautiful, how can it be able to fascinate His Majesty's eyes."

Niang Niang cocked Erlang's legs and knocked on the melon seeds, pursing her lips in disdain.

"That's right, all in white, like mourning clothes."

Niangniang raised her orchid fingers and picked her ears.

"Keep your voice down, she's coming, don't let her hear you."

The mellow Niang Bing burped, covered her swollen stomach and let out a hiss, then reached for the pastry on the table.

"I said, old man, why do you eat so much and your stomach is still so big, you can't be pregnant behind our backs."

Niangniang Ding covered her mouth and nose in disgust, and poked Niangniang Bing's round belly with her little finger.

As soon as the voice fell, the noisy pavilion fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were like swords, shooting at the person with the pastry in his mouth.

Bing Niangniang looked at the group of women staring at her like wolves and tigers, her hands trembled, and the pastry fell on the table.

With a mournful face, he waved his hands again and again.

"Your Majesty hasn't been to my palace for several years. How could I be pregnant? This belly is full of food, all food."

The tense atmosphere instantly eased.

As soon as Xia Qiulian entered the pavilion, she saw at a glance that the dozen or so ladies sitting in the pavilion stopped their movements, turned their heads slowly like wooden figures, and their eyes fell on her, motionless.

Glancing lightly with no expression on her face, Xia Qiulian understood a little.

The group of people who invited her was the group of empresses in the Yan Palace who gave even the Emperor Yan a headache.

It's a bit nonsensical to say that there are all kinds of concubines in Yan Palace, from all over the world, with people of all temperaments.

If you don't want to be squeezed out in this palace, you naturally have to stick together.

In the harem, the most difficult and troublesome ones were the twelve empresses in front of Xia Qiulian.

One is not many, one is not many, exactly twelve.

The Twelve Empresses are the ones nicknamed the Twelve Fairies in the harem.

The leader was a woman who was sitting in the center wearing a blue palace gown, with a clear face and a somewhat immature look.

"Concubine Xian, why don't you come here to greet the sisters?"

The leading lady looked immature, and even her voice was a bit milky, even if she spoke with such a sullen face in protest, it still made people feel a bit ridiculous.

It stands to reason that Xia Qiulian's title is the same as that of the ladies present, and there is no need to salute.

But they entered the palace earlier than Xia Qiulian, so it's not too much to call her sister, and there's nothing wrong with saluting.

Xia Qiulian's face was cold, and she was not angry. She bowed slightly and spoke calmly.

"Meet a few sisters."

The empresses sitting in front of her looked left and right, all of them showed a bit of smug expression.

Even if they are newcomers to the palace and are favored, it's just a matter of knowing how to obediently salute them.

Xia Qiulian sighed secretly in the face of the noisy ladies posing with many demands.

In fact, these empresses in front of her are all childish in nature, hugging into a group and like to tease others, she was teased by them a few times in her previous life.

Yan Wanting was leaning against Guiyan Pavilion, holding a jug of wine in one hand, and playing with the jade flute in the other, looking down from the height, looking at the group of people surrounded by the imperial garden.

Guiyan Pavilion is considered to be the highest loft in the Yan Palace. There are many ancient books hidden in the tower, and only the royal family has always been able to come and go frequently.

"Feng You, did you see that someone is being entangled by those dozen or so mischievous ghosts?"

Yan Wanting held the wine cup and leaned against the railing on the roof of the pavilion, looking at the imperial garden with interest, with a slightly mocking tone.

"It seems that the Concubine Xian will be teased by them today."

Li Fengyou poked his head out from behind Yan Wanting, the usually solemn and condensed person actually raised the corners of his lips, as if gloating about his misfortune.

"It seems that today, I have to be a hero to save the beauty again."

Yan Wanting's long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly closed, shaking his wine glass and looking into the distance, Xia Qiulian, who was held down by a group of people and looked a little helpless, raised his eyebrows.

Li Fengyou was about to answer, but heard a few puffing sounds falling on a corner of the attic.

"Hey, are the little chicken wings here?"

Yan Wanting turned around and saw Li Fengyou grabbed a gray-white pigeon from the corner.

A small bamboo tube the size of a finger is concealedly tied to the pigeon's leg.

"Your Highness."

Li Fengyou pulled out the small piece of cloth with densely written handwriting from the pigeon's leg, and handed it to Yan Wanting.

Yan Wanting took it and looked down carefully.

"Oh, interesting, it seems that some people can't bear it anymore, Feng You, the fun is about to begin."

Yan Wanting crumpled the small cloth into a ball and handed it to Li Fengyou who was behind him. He raised his head and took a sip of wine from the mouth of the jug, leaning against the railing with a light smile.

She looked towards Yu Huayuan, the corners of her lips twitched into a smile, but her eyes darkened little by little, and scarlet blood began to diffuse in her eyes.

Passing through the group of people in bright clothes, she landed on the group of people, on the person in white, her cold eyes were like molten lava hidden under the ice, showing both coldness and hotness.

As if to swallow people alive.