Emperor Jin

Chapter 120
"The holy will is so, what can I do?"

Bao Jin helplessly persuaded: "Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road. After we arrive in the capital, we will have a long-term plan - Jiaosifang can also get close to Emperor Que. Isn't that where I was transferred?"

Lang Jue took a deep look at her, "I hope His Highness will keep his word..."

"I know...otherwise you will reveal my identity, and you will be destroyed."

Baojin shook the embroidered fan lightly, and the red treasure pendant on it was shining, "I won't take my life as a joke, princess, please rest assured!"

"So, please Your Highness..."

The beauty flies away, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Ji Xin, who was serving at the side, couldn't help worrying and said: "Your Highness, this is a problem of breeding tigers!"

"I know."

Baojin sat quietly, his eyes brightened, "I recommended it directly to the emperor, it seemed that I was helping Langjiao, but according to the emperor's temper, the more the process was dull, the less interested he would be, so he didn't Zhao Xing Langjiao——do you really think I'm going to get this evil star demon girl to go to the imperial court?!"

Ji Xin was taken aback, she was immediately overwhelmed with admiration——

"Your Highness has a thorough understanding of the emperor's temperament, which is really amazing!"

"Whether it is great or not depends on the future - if this hidden danger is not eliminated, it will be even more difficult in the future."

Baojin replied with a worried look on his face.

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The queen's temper was very bad this time, she was always sympathetic to her servants, but no matter how angry she was, a cold glance would make people sweat profusely, so she let go.

But because of this, some people whispered in private that they would rather be spanked than be stared at by her.

The broken porcelain teacup, which symbolizes peace, is like a lotus flower, blooming in the slender fingers.

"You mean...that 'thing' disappeared out of nowhere?!"

The plain and indifferent voice, like thunder from the sky above, was calm and silent, arousing infinite horror in people's hearts.

A drop of sweat dripped from He Yuan's temples, and he peeked at the sneer on the Queen's lips, so he lowered his head even lower, not daring to raise his head again.

He had just received the news from Jiangzhou that after the fire, the clan checked things out, only to find that the secret room under the Queen's name had been pried, and an object had disappeared.

The queen was terrified, and her white and sharp nails almost pierced into the golden nanmu armrest, "It's so good, there is such an inside story about the disaster of Zhu Rong... We are all played by others! "

"Weichen immediately sent people to blockade the nearby counties and check every household!"

He Yuan panicked and anxiously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly groaning in his heart.

The Fang family is a relative of the emperor, which is unusual, and the center of the main house is also guarded by Qing Yaowei from the inner court. Now that something like this happened, he cannot escape the blame.

"The other party's plan is very serious. They have already fled away and searched from house to house, but they can't find anything. They are just disturbing the people for nothing!"

She pondered for a moment, and finally said unwillingly, seeing her like this, He Yuan dared to ask tentatively: "My minister dares to ask your empress, what exactly does that thing look like?"

There was a long silence, the queen bowed her head and was speechless, and the air in the hall seemed to be stagnant.

It wasn't until He Yuan knelt until his knees became sore that he heard a voiceless sound in his ears——

"It's a black box, about this big..."

The queen gestured and said, but after all, she had some scruples and didn't say what was in it.

"I don't want this matter to be widely known. You must continue to search hard inside and out, find clues, and get it back for me at all costs!"

The queen's voice was cold and sonorous, He Yuan kowtowed and said, "I must do my best!"

"Although you have occasional deviations in your work, you are still trustworthy...you go!"

The queen sighed slightly: "Now there are so many things going on, I pressed the gourd and picked up the ladle, but I didn't let me stop for a moment... Long live is about to return to the chariot triumphantly, and there will be another rush."

When she thought of her husband, she was relieved for a while, but when she thought of Xu Jieyu who had followed him thousands of miles away, she suddenly became dim, and when she thought of the emperor's tears for her, he actually gave her a stern admonition, and her heart ached again.

She straightened her temple hair as if to cover up, and there was a trace of gray tangled around her fingertips. Her heart was sore, but she still had a dignified posture, and ordered slowly in a low voice.

The morning light shone into the empty palace through the scarlet gauze, and He Yuan suddenly felt that the beautiful woman on the jade throne had boundless tranquility and a sense of weakness that she never had before.

He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look any further, just kowtowed and exited.

In the cold and clear hall, only the queen in palace skirts was left, she looked around the deserted and empty surroundings, and suddenly smiled——

"It's unbelievable. I've tried my best, but all I got is this cold and empty space..."

Her smile was incomparably sweet, but it actually brought endless treachery, echoing in the bustling palace, as if it was a nightmare that would never go away.

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"The empress worked hard, but what she got was nothing but the empty palace of the pepper room."

The master of Chenlou pursed his lips and closed the box very comfortably. From the gap, there was still faint pearly light shooting out.

"One peck and one drink, there is a destiny. She has planted this cause, and she has to swallow this bitter fruit."

She sat quietly by the water, leisurely and uninhibited, and handed the box to the servant behind her, then took up the fishing rod and waited for the ripples of the water.

The spring rain started pattering down, soaking her plain clothes, but the thick veil was still hanging down her temples, with delicate tassels trembling slightly, it could be seen that it was written by a famous artist.

A carp jumped out of the water and bit its hook, its golden scales flashed like a scene in a painting.

She didn't close the shot, but just sat quietly. In the rain, the lines on the side of her face were so clear and clean, without sadness or joy.

(End of this chapter)