Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 148 I am not the emperor

The bald-tailed peacock kept singing.

The cat-like baby in the house was also crying.

Xiao Zhao was annoyed by crying.

She doesn't like children.

Back then, her own daughter was very sensible from the moment she was born, and she would never cry like she is now, for no reason.

The ladies in the court watched their noses, noses, noses and hearts, and dared not move.

The child had been crying for a long time, but the queen just frowned and didn't let anyone come forward.

If the child cries, he must be hungry.

Babies are always hungry.

Especially for such a small baby, it takes an hour to eat.

But Xiao Zhao has been in a daze for more than an hour, and no one dares to touch the bad head.

Empress Xiao Zhao looks soft and weak, but the method of governing the harem is not weak at all.

Just look at the maids and eunuchs of Showa Palace.

One is more well-behaved than the other, and the other is more obedient. Their mouths are like dull gourds, and they will never say anything else.

Princess Yi Ren came in at this time.

The maids breathed a sigh of relief.

The only one who can appease Empress Xiao Zhao is the princess.

The angry Empress Xiao Zhao is very scary, although she never loses her temper, and she doesn't even say a harsh word, but she is just scary.

The little princess glanced at the mother who was in a daze, then at the baby who was crying almost silently, and picked the baby up smoothly.

The little princess herself is still a half-grown child, but she is extremely experienced in holding the child.

He even knew to hold the baby's head with his hands.

Xiao Zhao couldn't help but feel his heart move when he saw her skillful movements of holding the child.

The maids in the palace would never teach the princess how to hold the baby.

This kind of action is definitely not something an eight or nine-year-old child would do.

But her daughter hugged her very naturally.

The baby stopped crying after being picked up.

Seeing the queen mother staring at her, the little princess unnaturally passed the baby to the maid at the side and said, "It should be hungry, give me something to eat."

The maids hurriedly took the baby away, leaving room for the mother and daughter.

"Mother, you are in a daze again. If outsiders know you are like this, they will think you are a child abuser." Yi Ren walked up to Empress Xiao Zhao generously, sat down next to her, and stretched out her arms to hug Empress Xiao Zhao. arm.

Empress Xiao Zhao's arms stiffened for a moment.

Relaxed quickly.

She turned her head and said to her daughter: "Emperor, don't be an example. Although I don't like Mr. Le Gui, I don't want to get your hands dirty."

The princess wanted to argue that she didn't, but under the clear eyes of the queen mother, she felt that it was meaningless to argue.

She really didn't do it, she just said it casually, if others had no intention of harming others, naturally nothing would happen.

Everything is Concubine Rong's own fault.

……

Concubine Rong's Rose Palace.

Roses, pink and pink.

The floral scent is very light.

The petals are stacked on top of each other, thin and dense, layered on top of each other, very beautiful.

This is Concubine Rong's style. Concubine Rong, who is good at painting, has her residence decorated like a painting, and people like her are deserted.

Like a faint landscape painting.

But today, she dressed herself up very beautifully, just like she looked like when she was a girl.

At that time, she just liked to wear red and green, and liked all the gorgeous things.

Until entering the palace.

Concubine Rong's tears were whirling, and big drops of tears fell from her eyes like rolling balls.

Just like that, he walked up to Luo Wuliang.

There are regrets, admiration, contradictions, and extreme sentimentality in her eyes.

Like the layers of roses, people can't see the end.

"Sister, there is a painting of you in my father's study. I painted it. I thought it was very beautiful. I never thought of seeing you again. You are much more beautiful than a painting. It's great to see you before I die." Rong The concubine smiled again through tears.

The table next to it was clean.

There are no refreshments and no tea on the table.

There is only one empty glass.

Apparently, she had drunk the poison.

Flamingo is a poison that women in the palace like to use very much.

After drinking, people are also beautiful, and they are lifelike after death, without damaging their appearance.

Therefore, it is often used to perfect those noble masters.

Concubine Rong walked towards Luo Wuliang step by step.

When he got to her, he fell down.

She threw herself into her sister's arms.

In the huge hall, there are no court ladies, only roses placed in full bloom.

There were many roses, surrounding them.

In the middle there are two women embracing each other on the ground.

Rao Ruo Wuliang has a heart of iron and stone, but he is at a loss as to what to do while holding his sister who is about to die.

"Sister, forgive me, forgive me, I know it's my mother who hurt you, and my mother wants me to replace you, but she doesn't know, I fight with you all day, not to replace you, I really like you, I love you I want you to pay more attention to me, look at me more, and see me all in your eyes."

Concubine Rong leaned in her sister's arms, her eyes were full of attachment.

Luo Wuliang often sees that kind of attachment in the eyes of the third master.

She only felt that her back was tense and her whole body was stiff.

"I never hated you, I hated my mother, I hated this palace, I hated Empress Xiao Zhao, I hated the emperor, I hated the princess, I really hate them, they hooked me up to where I am today."

While Concubine Rong was talking, a strangely smug smile appeared on her face.

Luo Wuliang hugged his younger sister, watching her teary eyes, crying and laughing, but he didn't know how it happened.

But she still said coldly: "I will not forgive you, no matter what the reason is, you come to let me send you to die, it will only make your mother hate me even more."

Concubine Rong shook her head with a smile.

Her eyes are not only looking at her sister, but also looking outside through her shoulder.

She has it all arranged.

The emperor will come.

Before death, the last side.

The emperor is a very soft-hearted person, so he will definitely agree.

She smiled and laughed, and the tears flowed again.

The flow was extremely beautiful, but the tears kept rolling down.

"Sister, my hand hurts so badly, it hurts so much, I can't draw anymore, sister, do you remember when you were young, you taught me how to draw? You held my hand and taught me stroke by stroke. Sister, can you hold my hand, just like when I was a child."

She looked at her sister pleadingly.

The somewhat slack pupils were soaked in tears even more blurred.

Luo Wuliang hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand, and held her hand, extremely cold hands, very cold, very thin, very slender, hanging limply.

Concubine Rong had a smile on her face, a very satisfied smile.

"Sister, you are still soft-hearted. I know that you will avenge me."

She begged to die in exchange for her elder sister to enter the palace and see her for the last time, because she knew that no man would reject her elder sister.

Because she loves her sister deeply.

Luo Qingcheng.

Sure enough, Shen Huangyu came.

As Concubine Rong expected, he was a very hesitant man.

Indecisive, sentimental and weak.

When he arrived, he saw Concubine Rong lying in the arms of a woman like a child.

The woman slowly raised her head and looked at him.

Looks like a fairy.

No, angels are nothing more than that.

That woman is a hundred times more beautiful than a fairy.

The roses blooming around are like dead branches and leaves, inconspicuous.

Layers upon layers of rose petals bloom, just to set off her beauty.

The extremely beautiful Concubine Rong who died in the woman's arms also became unusual.

The woman glanced at herself.

Just a slight look up.

The wind stopped, the breathing stopped, and the years stopped.

The emperor felt that he was no longer the emperor.

At this moment, he is just a man.

fell in love with a woman.

(End of this chapter)