The concubine is often hard to spoil: my queen is not easy to mess with

427 Assassination 19
the second day.Su Meier was dressed as a buffoon by Hua Dan, she couldn't sing, this role was just a trick.After all, Su Meier's skills are pretty good, if you teach her a few moves at will, she can also perform well.

Sitting in the carriage, Hua Dan's face was a little uneasy, and she kept touching her fair face, worrying about another rash.

Su Meier leaned against the car wall, glanced at her lightly, and said kindly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Bai Zun taught her a lot, and she learned it perfunctorily, but she learned the only disguise technique seriously, and she wrote down every step carefully.Therefore, it is the best learned.

A small mask is not enough to bother her.

Hua Dan breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Su Meier, she was obviously just a young and weak woman, but she saw endless vicissitudes in her body, as if she had experienced many stories.This kind of person is generally not to be provoked casually. Her experience told her how far away she should be.

But she always has a way to make people unknowingly let their guard down and accept her.She sighed.She repeated her instructions again, "Mei'er, remember, the palace is not as strict as you imagined, it is very strict, remember, don't talk around and talk, and follow me closely."

Su Meier closed her eyes and said with a smile: "You have said this sentence eight hundred times."

Ever since she promised to take her into the palace, she kept mentioning it in her ear until she could recite it.The rules of the palace, even after six years, are still deeply engraved in her bones.

Just like everything that happened in the palace, how could she forget it.How could I forget it.

"I'm doing it for your own good. The palace, but if you are not careful, you will lose your life." Similarly, it will make their theater troupe fall from heaven to hell.She has already taken risks, so she can only watch closely.

Su Meier stopped talking and turned to look out the window.She suddenly remembered that when she was a candidate for the draft, she also looked out of the window like this, letting the carriage lead her step by step to that huge cage.

But today, she still has to go back to that cage.

The place where I tried my best to break free all my life, but because of fate, I flew back again and again.

Prince, Prince, I'm back.are you OK?Are you still the old you?However, I would rather you are not the former you, then.When we meet each other in battle, we won't be sad, we won't be sad. . . . .

(End of this chapter)