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

Liao Ci took plaster on Yan Wanting's burned hands, then frowned, looked at the two of them, and said.

"Just this little injury? You specially ran to the Tai Hospital."

Yan Wanting raised his lips and smiled softly, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes to look at Ci, and dragged his voice coquettishly.

"Uncle, this is not a small injury, it hurts a lot."

Liao Ci glanced at Xia Qiulian who was on the side, shook his head slightly, and didn't know whether he suddenly mentioned Xia Qiulian's injury intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's worthless. It's as serious as the injury on the shoulder of the Concubine Xian, and she never cried out that it hurts."

As soon as Liao Ci said this, the smile on Yan Wanting's face froze, and the burn on his hand was covered with milky white ointment, which stings a bit.She lowered her head and asked softly, with some hesitation.

"Qiu Lian's body, uncle can do something..."

Liaoci sat at the table with arms folded, frowning, interrupting Yan Banting's words.

"I told you earlier that there is no way."

Yan Wanting pursed her lips and pinched the corner of her clothes lightly, she didn't dare to look back at Xia Qiulian, feeling a little distressed and annoyed in her heart.

With a helpless expression on Liaoci's face, she looked at Yan Wanting who lowered her head and said nothing, and sighed secretly.

When Yan Wanting said that she wanted to hurt Xia Qiulian and lead Jiang Xunyan, she objected, but at that time Yan Wanting's attitude was firm, as if she only had hatred for Xia Qiulian, even if she killed him by mistake, it didn't matter.

She also knows Feng You's skill, even if she doesn't focus on her internal energy, an ordinary arrow can kill this weak concubine Xian, let alone without reservation.

Even if the shot was not fatal, given Concubine Xian's body, it might still be dangerous.

These remarks have also been spoken to Yan Wanting, I only hope that she can weigh and think for herself.

However, Yan Wanting still didn't change his mind later, and hurt Xia Qiulian, which was also expected by Liaoci.

As a senior nephew, she is smart enough and tolerant enough. The only shortcoming is that sometimes she is extraordinarily stubborn and cold when she is overwhelmed by anger.

Yan Wanting lowered her head and said nothing, Xia Qiulian who was beside her suddenly raised her lips and smiled lightly. She put her hand on Yan Wanting's shoulder and raised her eyes to look at her politely.

"Excuse me, senior. Since His Highness's injury has been treated with medicine, I will go back with His Highness first."

Even if Yan Wanting's resignation was talking about her injury just now, she always kept her attitude of staying out of the matter, as if she didn't care about her body at all.

He resigned and nodded, stood up, glanced at Yan Banting who was still bowing his head, and then at Xia Qiulian who behaved politely and looked indifferent, and said softly.

"The birthday banquet is still going on. Your Majesty and all the ministers and distinguished guests are here. You should return to the banquet earlier. Don't be rude to provoke people."

Yan Wanting only cheered up at this time, stood up and bowed slightly to say goodbye.

"Uncle, farewell."

After saying goodbye to the one who sent the two of them to the door, he exhorted.

"Go, be careful with your hands, don't get cold water."

As soon as Yan Wanting and Xia Qiulian left, a figure flashed across the screen in the room. Fu An, with his mouth full, poked his head out from behind the screen, holding a small plate of pastries in his hand.

"Have they left, Your Highness?"

After resigning, he went to the table and poured a cup of tea, picked it up, turned around and handed it to Fu'an, saying dotingly and helplessly.

"You, His Highness will not come out to say hello."

Fu An took the teacup that Ci handed over, took a big gulp, swallowed the pastry in his mouth with the tea, frowned and said vaguely.

"I don't like Your Highness."

Liaoci frowned slightly, raised his hand and tapped Fu'an on the head lightly, his tone a little harsh.

"Talking nonsense."

Although he was not hurt, Fu An still puffed up his face in grievance, walked to the table angrily, put down the pastry in his arms, and muttered.

"Master knew to protect His Highness. His Highness sent her senior sister to hurt Xianfei. His Highness is not a good person. I don't like His Highness."

Liaoci sighed lightly, and asked angrily and with a smile.

"You know the cause and effect between them."

Fu'an turned her head a little arrogantly, as if not listening.

"Anyway, I think Concubine Xian is a good person. If His Highness hurts Concubine Xian and always treats me fiercely, His Highness is not a good person."

Leo Ci stepped forward and slightly bent over to pinch Fu An's white and tender face, and said helplessly.

"Is Your Highness treating you badly? Every time you little fool steal pastries from the imperial dining room, you really think that the imperial chef hasn't found out. If His Highness hadn't known about it long ago, you don't know how many times you have been arrested. I don’t know how many times I have been hit by the board.”

Fu'an was stunned, and faltered in disbelief.

"I... Your Highness, she... She will scold me every time she finds out that I steal pastries."

"It's to scold you, and after the scolding is over, I also ordered the imperial chef to keep a plate of your favorite pastries every day, and put it next to the conspicuous stove, so that you, a little fool, can steal it."

Fu An was really stunned this time. She licked the pastry crumbs on her lips, and then looked down at the plate of pastries that was half left on the table.

Was it really His Highness's order? Didn't His Highness...Have you hated her all this time?

As soon as Xia Qiulian and Yan Wanting returned to the banquet, it happened that Cao Yi made a request to Emperor Yan.

Even though Emperor Yan was the lord of a country, and no one dared to defy his will, he still asked for Xia Qiulian's opinion.

"Aifei, Mr. Cao admires Aifei's chess skills, and wants to play a few games with Aifei, Aifei can agree."

Almost everyone's eyes in the hall fell on Xia Qiulian, including Cao Yi, who was looking forward to it, and Jiang Xunyan, who was smiling slightly.

Xia Qiulian still ignored Jiang Xunyan's gaze and looked at Cao Yi.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yan Wanting who was holding a half glass of wine, with his head slightly lowered.

"I heard that Mr. Cao's chess skills are superb..."

Xia Qiulian only spoke half of what she said, and before she could say whether she agreed, Cao Yi clapped his palms excitedly and said loudly with joy.

"Your Majesty agrees."

Xia Qiulian smiled slightly, lowered her head slightly and raised her wine glass to give a slight signal to Cao Yi.

Yanhuang stroked his beard and laughed.

"Haha, since my concubine agrees, I will naturally agree too. If Mr. Cao is interested, he can enter the palace tomorrow and set up a chess game in the imperial garden to play against my concubine. My beloved daughter Li Luo can also accompany her as a chess player." How about it, notary public?"

"Thank you, Madam, thank you, Your Majesty."

Cao Yi squinted his fox eyes happily, raised his wine glass and wanted to toast Yanhuang Xia Qiulian.

Sitting next to Jiang Xunyan, Zhou Qi Wang Zhou Yun suddenly snorted softly and muttered slightly dissatisfied.

"slob."

Jiang Xunyan turned to look at him.

Sensing his gaze, Zhou Yun smiled contemptuously, and whispered in Jiang Xunyan's ear.

"Second Prince, Cao Yi's good horses were given to Yan State at such a low price, and they acted like they took advantage, which is ridiculous."

Jiang Xunyan smiled and did not speak.

Cao Yi is much smarter than the idiot beside him.

Jiang Xunyan picked up his wine glass with a smile, looked through the crowd, and landed on the beauty beside Emperor Yan on the high platform.

Xia Qiulian, Lianer......

Why don't you even look at me...

Are you avoiding suspicion, or have you changed your mind?

Could it be that the half-old Emperor Yan really played the role of the real and the fake?