Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 73
"No." Jiang Yuwan put down the teacup, "I'm not a good person, and I can't say whether I treat her well or not."

Being a good person is too hard and tiring, thankless, and there will always be accusations. She doesn't want to take trouble on herself, and she doesn't have the leisure time. It's rare to take the initiative to help Gu Baolin in Changqiu Palace.

Neither upbringing nor character can make her truly a bad person.

Simply do whatever you want, black and white are not so clear, more human nature is gray, between good and evil.

"It's just a word from the heart."

Mirror Moon: "My Lady..."

Jiang Yuwan rubbed her temples, "Needless to say, I am not a nosy person, and I don't have that much ability to save anyone. Everyone is alive, and everyone has their own way of living."

As for the final result.

Zuo is just a life.

Jiang Yuwan didn't want to know Gu Baolin's fate.

Jiang Yuwan already knew the emperor's order.

At this moment, when she thought about the emperor, her complicated and depressed mood gradually improved, and her mixed thoughts finally gathered together, turning into expectations and growing in her heart.

looking forward to-

The emperor died suddenly earlier.

She is tired of living a life of swords and swords, and if she is not careful, she will be involved in right and wrong. She just wants to make tea and listen to the piano and be an idle and rich person.

"Slave, please let Mr. Xiaochuan come in to relieve your mood."

As if she could read minds, Jingyue went out and called Xiao Chuan in.

Then she and Xinyue waited on Jiang Yuwan to take a nap on the imperial concubine's bed, then bowed and quietly left.

Before Qi Chuan came in, he had been instructed by Miss Jingyue, fiddled with the sound of the piano, picked out a gentle and calm piece of music, his slender fingers were flying on the strings.

Jiang Yuwan closed her eyes and leaned on the imperial concubine's couch.

The gentle sound of the zither like a stream came from not far away, lingering in her ears.

A beam of light fell on Jiang Yuwan's body, and the light spots were intoxicated by that beam of light, dancing around Jiang Yuwan lightly. Under the sun, her porcelain-white skin shone with light, flawless.

There seems to be a slight sadness between the picturesque eyebrows, which makes people want to smooth the depression between her brows.

Qi Chuan's subordinates, who were plucking the strings without distraction, suddenly played a wrong syllable.

The calm heart lake also became chaotic, like a small stone falling into the lake surface, bouncing a few ripples on the lake surface, and finally splashing water and falling to the bottom of the lake.

His expression changed, his dark eyes were covered by drooping eyelashes, and he didn't dare to look up to Concubine Jiang.

Jiang Yuwan opened her eyes sensitively. When she heard the wrong syllable, she opened her eyes shining brightly, and looked quietly at the little eunuch who was playing music with downcast eyes.

After a while.

She looked at the little eunuch who raised her head, and slowly revealed a bright smile.

Melted with the light of spring, soaked in the fragrance of the first blooming flowers, and also wrapped in a warm breeze, it slightly burned one's heart.

On the heart, there are indelible imprints on it.

There is an aftertaste all the time, and there is still lingering warmth.

Qi Chuan's pupils vibrated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. He felt the heat gradually rising in his body, frustrated and desperate.

Knowing that the road ahead is an abyss, I still can't help but sink into it, wanting to get closer, wanting to possess, wanting...

Take this unparalleled beauty into your arms.

He looked at the heavy and desperate road ahead, but when he turned his head, he saw the weak and brilliant wildflowers quietly blooming on the side of the road in the thick darkness.

The sound of the piano under his hands stopped at some point.

The slender, fair-skinned little eunuch was stroking the qin, showing a shy smile.

Behind that smile, there is an unbearable, turbulent undercurrent, and a violent desire.

(End of this chapter)