There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

395 Chapter 3: The Rise of the Jedi ([-])
While Hongling was talking, she wanted to help her up, but unexpectedly, she saw Yang Churuo giving her a icy cold light, the cold light was inspiring, without any expression, and even had... the intent to kill.

Hong Ling was startled suddenly, those eyes were too strange and too cold, as if they had the intent of destruction, her whole body couldn't help but flinch.

How could this kiss's cold light appear on her body?Hong Ling thought for a moment that her eyes were dazzled, but when Ding Qing looked over again, she saw that Yang Churuo just had a cold face, scrubbing her body over and over again, without any expression.

Hong Ling was startled.Is it really her eyesight?How could Su Niangniang have such cold eyes, she must be dazzled.

Looking at the scars all over her body, Hong Ling said softly, "Your Majesty, you get up first, and this servant will fetch water for you again, okay?"

"No need, it's already dirty, no matter how much you wash it, it's still the same dirty." Yang Churuo said lightly, got up slowly, put on his coat to block the leaking spring light, took out a few bottles of wound medicine from the cabinet, sat on the bed, Gritting his teeth, he applied the medicine himself. No matter how painful his body was, Yang Churuo never said a word, and his eyes showed no expression other than coldness.

Hong Ling was a little suspicious, and looked at Yang Churuo carefully.It felt like she had changed, but also felt like she hadn't changed at all.

"Your Majesty, can this servant help you with the medicine?"

Yang Churuo took a handkerchief from one side, bit it in her mouth to avoid making a sound, and sprinkled the powder little by little on her bruised body.

If it weren't for the cold sweat she broke out and the swollen veins, Hongling almost thought that these medicines on Yang Churuo's body would not hurt at all.

Hong Ling's icy eyes flashed, she stopped talking, but stood aside respectfully, feeling faintly strange in her heart.

What is the relationship between the master and Empress Su now?Why didn't she kill Su Niangniang, but tortured her like this?
"Has the emperor come to Qinxiang Pavilion recently?" The cold voice sounded slowly, like the sound of nature, no matter what kind of emotion her voice carried, people couldn't help but want to listen to it several times.

"I came here once, and through the window, I saw that you were asleep, so I left." Hong Ling said slowly.There were mixed feelings in her heart. On that day, how could she hope that the emperor would come into the empress's bedroom? Maybe then, she would find out that the empress lying on the bed was a fake. Perhaps, Su Qin would not suffer so much.

Hong Ling was suddenly frightened by his own thoughts.

She belongs to Fengling, not Suqin, so why... She is on Suqin's side.

"Your Majesty, do you need to rest a little longer?"

"No need, change my clothes for me." Yang Churuo threw away the medicine bottle in his hand, wrapped up his cloak, walked to the closet, stroked one gorgeous palace dress after another with his slender hands, his eyes were cold.

Hong Ling thought she would choose a simple and elegant palace dress, but unexpectedly, Yang Churuo's slender fingers were fixed on a fiery red and coquettish palace dress.

"Just this one."

Hong Ling was taken aback.

Didn't the empress never like bright clothes?Why did you choose this blood-red, coquettish and gorgeous palace gown?Before this dress, the empress didn't even look at it.

Hong Ling wanted to see if she had heard it wrong, but she saw Yang Churuo take out a colorful coral hairpin from the dressing table, and a few beautifully blooming red plum bead hairpins, caressing them intentionally or unintentionally with her fair hands. On the table full of rouge, it finally settled on a more gorgeous rouge.

No matter how much Hong Ling didn't believe it, she had to believe that the empress really wanted to wear this bright red flirtatious palace attire.

Because the seven-colored coral hairpin is an extremely luxurious item, the clothes it wears must be extravagant palace attire, not to mention the blooming red plums.

According to Hong Ling's words, she took off the fiery palace dress, helped Yang Churuo put it on, and according to her wishes, helped her put on a rich and gaudy makeup. After putting it on, Hong Ling was dumbfounded. She even thought that these were two completely different people.

She is wearing a red floor-length dress, and the wide hem is embroidered with blossoming or budding, or coquettishly blooming red plums. On her arm is a white smoke gauze that is about ten feet long. It is tied with a jade and fluorite brocade inlaid with colorful emeralds, the ink hair like a waterfall is coiled into a fairy bun, and the colorful coral hairpin is inserted obliquely on the side, and the red plum bead flowers in full bloom fall on it. A beautiful face that is all over the country and the city, with heavy makeup, which covers a lot of the palm prints on the face.Her eyes are like water, but with a touch of coldness, she seems to be able to see through everything, her fingers are slender, her skin is like creamy fat, every move she makes is full of charming smiles, captivating people's hearts and souls, every gesture of her hands is charming, but also reveals an inexplicable coldness In an instant, he caught Hongling's eyes.

She thought that when the empress was wearing plain clothes, she was as beautiful as a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world.

But now that she was wearing this luxurious palace dress, she felt that she should have worn it like this.

(End of this chapter)