After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Song Rou staggered.

What is meant by "there is no possibility of recovery"? !

She was furious, and suddenly grabbed the clothes of the old court's judge: "Nan Baoyi, a girl, how strong, how can your majesty's eyeballs be'completely broken'?! The palace raises you, hoping that your medical skills can save people. In distress, you told this palace that the emperor’s left eye was completely blind?!"

The old courtyard was sentenced to embarrassment: "Niang Niang..."

"What is the purpose of raising you in this palace!"

Song Rou was furious and pushed him abruptly, stepping quickly behind the screen.

Chu Huainan's left eye has been dealt with.

Wrapped in a heavy gauze, there are still blood stains smudged on the white gauze.

"The emperor..." Song Rou sat on the couch with tears in her eyes, and tremblingly stretched out her hand to caress the end of his eyes, "It's all about Nan Baoyi's slut, why do you want to protect her? You still love her. She, isn't it?"

Chu Huainan endured the pain, his face pale as golden paper: "Does love or not, matter?"

He told about Xiao Yi's upcoming return to Beijing.

He sneered and laughed: "Six hundred thousand troops are overwhelming, but Shengjing has only one hundred thousand forbidden troops. Even with Chen Meng's one hundred thousand troops, it is still not enough. Rou'er, I, the emperor, is really worthless. "

Song Rou took the hot tea from the maid and brought it to him: "So the emperor protected Nan Baoyi to threaten Xiao Yi with her?"

"I don't know." Chu Huainan lowered his eyes and slowly drank a sip of hot tea, "I'm just not reconciled, not reconciled to compare to Xiao Yi everywhere. Jiangshan is good, beauties, I think, even if I can It's not in vain to get the same from Xiao Yi, but the fact is that I really can't compare to him in everything."

Dongyang came in from outside the window lattice.

The man's face was weak and clear, like a carved jade.

The long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the face, outlining the long loneliness and loneliness.

Song Rou's heart was filled with pain like a needle stick.

She hugged Chu Huainan with red eyes, her jaw lingering on his shoulders.

She said softly: "In Rouer's heart, your majesty is better than Xiao Yi in everything. Don't worry, your majesty, Jiangshan and the beautiful woman, will definitely belong to your majesty... Rouer will help your Majesty Zhang Luo well."

Chu Huainan was silent.

The big palm lightly covered the back of the woman's hand. He looked back and slowly kissed Song Rou.

Chu Huainan lay down to recuperate.

Song Rou stepped out of the imperial study room, and said: "Procedure the imperial decree of this palace, canonize Nan Baoyi as a court concubine. Then canonize her news to the world."

The female officer was stunned: "Canonized Nan Baoyi?!"

"In addition, I sent someone to the city to spread the news, saying that it was Nan Baoyi's profligate dragon, who took the initiative to climb up. Describe her as unbearable as possible. Make sure to make her the most popular talker in Shengjing during this time."

The female officer was puzzled: "What is the intention of the lady's move?"

"Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi are more emotional than Jin Jian, so they have to be broken one by one. And the best way to destroy a relationship is rumors and betrayal." Song Rou viciously curled her lips.

The female officer suddenly realized: "In this way, Xiao Yi will determine that Nan Baoyi is unfaithful, and abandon her, then the emperor will get a beauty!"

Song Rou laughed lowly.

The female officer also praised: "The empress has only used the pearl ointment given by Nan Baoyi last night and this morning. After only one day and night, the skin is transparent and white. The empress will also be a beauty."

"is it?"

Song Rou raised her hand and stroked her cheek.

While talking, Cheng Zaixi hurried over with the palace people.

Her cheeks were still red and swollen, but she still worked hard to paint a very delicate makeup, warmly said: "The concubine please peace with the empress! The concubine came to visit specially when he heard that the emperor was injured."

"The emperor has just fallen asleep, so visits are unnecessary."

Song Rou was cold.

Cheng Zaixi kept her lips secretly, obviously dissatisfied that she was turned away.

Song Rou saw her expression all over her eyes, and suddenly said, "It was Nan Baoyi who stabbed Your Majesty."

"Nan Baoyi?"

"The palace imprisoned her in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and asked her to reflect on it. If Sister Cheng has time, she might as well take a few mothers to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, so that she can'teach' her what is etiquette and inferiority."

Cheng Zaixi was stunned, and soon aftertaste.

Empress Empress, this is to borrow her hand to teach Nan Baoyi.

She was delighted, but pretended to hesitate on her face: "The concubine is not very familiar with the rules of the palace, in case you lose your sense..."

"It's fine if people don't die."

Cheng Zaixi was ecstatic, and quickly said yes.

That night, she deliberately selected six or seven big-waisted maids and swaggered into the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high.

She raised her head to stare at the lights on the top floor of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and couldn't help showing a cruel expression: "Nan Baoyi, you also fell into my hands on this day... Brother's hatred, father's hatred, I want tonight It's on you!"

She raised her hand to touch the redness and swelling of her cheek, and said, "You go up first, and I will make up the makeup first."

She had to cover up the fingerprints on her face. She didn't want to be laughed at by the **** Nan Baoyi.

The mothers boarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Standing in the veranda, Cheng Zaixi took out the palm mirror and powder from his arms, and carefully applied makeup on his face with the light of the palace lantern.

A slender figure quietly appeared in the shadow of the veranda.

The visitor wore a pale pink palace dress with a charming appearance, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with light shades and vigor. It was Nan Rouge.

She is holding a knife in her hand.

Anyhow, after so long in the palace, it is not without her eyes and ears in this palace.

Knowing that Song Rou had instructed Cheng Zaixi to deal with Nan Baoyi, she secretly followed.

Cheng Zaixi's life is hers, and so is Nan Baoyi's life. No one else can touch it.

Embroidered shoes stepped on the floor tiles and quietly walked towards Cheng Zaixi who was applying makeup.

Cheng Zaixi patched up her makeup and took a close look at the palm mirror, feeling that the palm prints on his face were finally no longer so obvious. He was about to put away the palm mirror and powder, but saw a pair of cold apricot eyes reflected in the mirror.

She was startled, just about to scream, Nan Yan was firmly covering her mouth from behind.

Nan Yan pressed her against the porch, the tip of the knife was pressed tightly against her waist, bowed her head and approached behind her ear, and said in a low voice: "Cheng Zaixi, I just said yesterday that Nan Baoyi's life is mine. Do you take my words as deaf ears?"

Cheng Zaixi paled with fright.

She didn't dare to move at all, opened her eyes, and could only make a "oooooo" sound in her mouth.

"Heh..." Nan Yan's lips pressed against her ears, and the laughter from her throat was low and evil, "I know you can't say anything, anyway, I can say enough."

The tip of the knife ran over Cheng Zaixi's midfielder and turned casually.

Cheng Zaixi's legs were weak, and her soul was scared, so she could only try to turn her head and beg Nan Yan to let her go with tearful eyes.

Nan Yan is concerned: "Are you afraid I will kill you?"

Cheng Zaixi nodded desperately.