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Nan Yan laughed and said softly: "Miss Cheng is the imperial concubine, the emperor's woman. If I kill you, I will sacrifice my life to apologize."
When Cheng Zaixi heard what she said, her fear eased a little.
Yes, she is the imperial concubine. No matter how bold Nan Yan is, how can he dare to murder the emperor's woman?
She panted, the begging in her eyes disappeared, and she was about to return to her arrogant posture, but she felt a sudden pain in her lower back!
She lowered her head slowly.
The dagger pierced her abdomen.
Blood seeped out, gradually dyeing her palace skirt red.
Her whole body was bent like a bow, her fingertips were trembling, and she gently hugged her belly.
Nan Yan took out the dagger.
She tilted her head and smiled more freely: "It's a pity, I'm not afraid of risking my life to apologize."
As if she was afraid that the knife would not kill Cheng Zaixi, she stabbed her twice more viciously.
Cheng Zaixi was covered in blood.
She stared at Nan Yan closely and kept retreating until she finally fell to the ground from exhaustion.
The blood flowed from her wound, dyeing the green bricks under her body deep red.
Her skirt was spread out and her eyes were staring at the beams of the verandah.
Nan Yan stood on the spot, with a cold voice: "You sold me into a brothel in the past, and I will never forget this debt for the rest of my life. Cheng Zaixi, you die in my hands tonight, and I am relieved."
She twirled the dagger and was about to go upstairs to find Nan Baoyi to settle accounts. She thought of those big-bodied nuns, thought for a moment, put away the dagger and turned around to leave.
Several old ladies were out of breath from exhaustion climbing the stairs of the Sutra Pavilion.
When I finally climbed to the top, I was so tired that I fell to the ground, gasping for air.
When they finally had enough rest, they thumped their waists, picked up the key given by Song Rou and opened the brass lock.
Opening the door, the strong smell of alcohol hit my face.
In the quaintly decorated study room, there are countless overturned wine jars.
Strong wine flows all over the ground, and it looks like gold when illuminated by the palace lanterns.
The girl wearing a black and gold-woven peony skirt sat barefoot on the desk, raising her head and pouring wine into her mouth. The crystal clear wine rolled down her neck and soaked a large part of her clothes.
The grandmothers looked at each other.
Nan Baoyi smashed the wine jar, raised his scarlet drunken eyes, and was very conscious: "I hurt Chu Huainan's eyes, are you sent by Song Rou to punish me?"
The nuns nodded subconsciously, then shook their heads hastily.
The leading nanny said solemnly with an old face: "Miss Nan, the empress is kind, not only does she not care about your crime of stabbing the emperor, she even promotes you to the rank of concubine. You should be grateful. You behave vulgarly and gather people to make fun of you. Gambling, drinking and smoking, I'm here to train you."
"Teach me?"
Nan Baoyi tilted her head and smiled sweetly.
She smiled and jumped off the desk, staggered to the middle of a few old ladies, stretched out her hand to pull out this grandmother's hair bun, and then reached out to poke that grandmother's face, which made a group of old ladies very angry. light.
She leaned against the door and twirled the thin pipe with her thin white fingertips: "When I was competing with Shu Lili on palace rules and manners, you guys don't know where to wash the ritual bucket, are you qualified to teach me?"
"Hmph!" The old nanny sneered and rolled up her sleeves slowly, "At this moment, the girl was the hot fianc¨¦e of Prince Jing, but now the girl is just a dog lingering in the palace. The master wants to beat her. You are just beating you, so you are allowed to talk nonsense?"
Several other old ladies also showed their original fierce looks.
Nan Baoyi just sneered as he watched them take out pins and other punishment objects.
She pointed to the window opposite: "Look, the Queen."
Several nuns were startled, and they quickly put on respectful faces and paid their respects in a polite manner.
But this is the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion, with hundreds of feet hanging in the air outside the window. How could there be any sign of Song Rou!
They realized that they had been tricked and looked at Nan Baoyi hurriedly and angrily.
Nan Baoyi has gently and deftly covered the fan.
She hung up the brass lock from the outside, poked through the Korean paper stuck on the pattern, and waved to the old ladies with crooked eyebrows: "I'm leaving!"
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They are actually locked here!
So angry that I explode!
¡°Bitch, open the door quickly!¡±
"Xiaolanghoozi, let me out!"
"Let us teach you whatWhat are the rules for respect and inferiority! "
They shook the door desperately and shouted for Nan Baoyi to let them out.
Nan Baoyi's face turned red as he drank more. He took some time to play with the fan and praised: "As expected of something from the palace, it's quite solid, hehe!"
Ignoring the curses in the study room, she slowly took out the booklet from her arms, lowered her head and lit a cigarette.
Tobacco exudes a bitter and sweet taste.
The girl took a deep drag on the cigarette, raised her head with squinted eyes, and gently blew out the smoke ring.
The lights are flowing.
Her side face is fair and delicate, with mottled eyelashes and slightly parted red lips hidden in the smoke. She wears a dark black skirt, which gives her a decadent and exquisite beauty.
She lowered her eyes.
The wine slowly flowed out from under the fan, soaking her embroidered shoes.
This is the liquor she specifically asked Xichang for. It is almost as good as fire. It was originally intended to be used against Chu Huainan.
She took two steps back, tapped her fan with a thin gold-painted pipe, and cursed drunkenly: "A bunch of old pious women, you are the hooves, you are the bitches! Those dog slaves who bully the weak and fear the strong, Song Rou's bastard, what are you doing here alive?" What, you can just die here!"
The burning soot was shaken to the ground.
They fell into the wine, but in an instant, the pool of wine suddenly burned!
The fire is booming.
The nuns in the house were so frightened that they banged on the door and screamed, and the curses gradually turned into begging.
Nan Baoyi listened but did not hear.
She bent down and picked up a jar of wine next to the door, and staggered down to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion.
The stars are shining tonight.
Nan Baoyi staggered out of the Sutra Collection Pavilion.
The hundred-foot-tall building was burning behind her. The palace people exclaimed, "Water leaked!" and came in groups carrying wooden barrels to put out the fire.
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"The Sutra Pavilion is compromised?!"
In the imperial study room, Song Rou was taking care of Chu Huainan. When she heard the report from the palace maid, her face was twisted with anger: "Nan Baoyi did it again? She is in the harem, can't she calm down for a while?!"
Song Rou is the queen. Such a big thing happened in the palace, so she could only rush over to investigate.
Chu Huainan on the couch slowly opened his eyes.
The Sutra Pavilion
This was the place where he really showed his interest in Xiaojun, and she was willing to burn it down.
He was also afraid that Song Rou would be detrimental to Nan Baoyi, so he stood up and ordered: "Set up the Sutra Collection Pavilion."
When Chu Huainan found Nan Baoyi, the girl was lying in front of a side hall not far from the Sutra Pavilion.
The palace lanterns under the eaves were old, and she was drunk on the bluestone steps. Her gold-woven skirt was scattered like flowers, and her hair was like silk. The wine jar at her feet was overturned, and the wine soaked her embroidered shoes.
He held the lamp and approached slowly.
The little girl who fell asleep lost her fierceness and publicity during the day, and only squeamishness and sadness remained in her eyebrows. She was probably missing Xiao Yi in her sleep, right?
Chu Huainan stretched out his fingertips and slowly brushed her eyebrows.
His eyes were deep and he murmured: "What can I do if I don't get what I ask for?"
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The next day.
When Nan Baoyi woke up, she found
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