Princess Zhaoxue reborn

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"Yes." Several people responded, saluted the two of them, and walked towards the entrance of Yongqing Palace together.

Concubine Jing and Concubine Liu watched several people leave the Yongqing Palace, then looked back at Guiren Lin, their eyes filled with disdain and a hint of resentment.

"Sister, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you to the imperial dining room. I'll go by myself." Concubine Liu stretched out her slender hand, combed a strand of her hair, smiled and said to Concubine Jing, and then took the maid's hand.

He turned around and walked towards the entrance of Yongqing Palace.

Five or six of Concubine Liu's courtiers hurriedly followed Concubine Liu and left without saying farewell to Concubine Jing, which seemed a bit arrogant.

Concubine Jing gritted her teeth, looked at Concubine Liu's back with hatred, waved her hand, turned around, and led the palace guests to the imperial dining room.

Lin Guiren looked at the backs of the group of people and stood blankly for a while, with something flashing in his eyes. He turned around and looked at Hua Guiren, who had already finished the beating and was fainting from the pain.

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a touch of charm appeared on her pretty face. She stepped forward in front of the noble man, bent down, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: "Sister, you say... if you let the emperor and the queen, you two

The imperial concubine knows that at midnight every day, my sister summons the imperial doctor to come to see a doctor...how will she react?"

Hua Guiren was gritting his teeth and looking at her with hatred. When he heard her words, his eyes flashed with panic. He was so frightened that he forgot about the pain in his body. He looked at Lin Guiren blankly and saw a smile on her lips.

It seems to make a person become charming and attractive, but it makes people shudder.

"Remember, I originally wanted to settle down in this palace, live peacefully, and watch my Chen'er grow up, but... you broke my idea. From today on, I, Lin Yueyi, will not tolerate it again and again.

For my Chen'er, I, Lin Yueyi, will step on it at any cost!"

The calm tone, but with a hint of coldness, sounded so terrifying to the ears of the noble man that he shuddered unconsciously.

Lin Guiren stood up, suppressed a smile, glanced at Hua Guiren coldly, turned and left, leaving Hua Guiren with a cold back.

"Zi Chen, does it still hurt?" On the carriage, Zhao Xue asked, looking at Murong Zichen's slightly fading little face.

Murong Zichen shook his head: "Zichen is not in pain anymore, cousin, don't worry."

"Zi Chen, I'll try my best to eat whatever I want later." Murong Ziya said with a smile, full of pity for the Seventh Emperor's younger brother. He was only ten years old and had to suffer so many hardships, but yet

How can he not be pitied and loved by others when he is so sensible?

"Together with Ya'er, the second emperor brother will be impoverished!" Murong Zixuan raised his eyebrows, but there was still a warm smile on his elegant face.

Murong Ziya also frowned frivolously and shook her head: "Although I can't eat enough for the Second Emperor Brother, I still have to eat it to make the Second Emperor feel distressed."

"Hahaha...you girl..." Murong Zixuan laughed, put away the folding fan and pointed helplessly at Murong Ziya.

Zhao Xue and Murong Zichen also smiled, feeling as if they hadn't felt such warmth in a long time.

Murong Ziyi's eyes flickered slightly, and an unconscious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zuixian Tower was opened by the Nangong family and was very famous in the capital. Many dignitaries would come here to dine. It was located in the busiest market in the capital, and it was very lively with people coming and going.

"Please come in, please. Would you like to dine on the first floor or in a private room?" The waiter waved a white brocade cloth and came up to us, bending down with a smile on his face.

Murong Zixuan is a prince and princess, and they usually eat in the palace, and even go to Zuixian Tower for meals. Zhaoxue likes to eat the food in Zuixian Tower, and all the food in Zuixian Tower is bought by the servants and sent to the mansion.

, so the waiter didn’t know many of the people, but he saw that they were all well-dressed and their status must be extraordinary, so he naturally welcomed them warmly.

"It's an elegant room." Murong Zixuan smiled, took out a banknote from his sleeve and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter took the banknote and smiled even more flatteringly: "Please come to the second floor to invite us guests." He waved the brocade cloth and led them to the second floor.

"Master Fu, where are you going later? I heard that a new girl has arrived in Chunxiang Pavilion. She is very beautiful."

"Oh, then go take a look and have a taste."

By chance, several men dressed as noble men came downstairs and talked about unpleasant things.

"Young Master Fu, Young Master Fu, look, what do those two women look like?" Several people passed by Zhaoxue and others. One of them, a man with a small eye, brightened his eyes and called hurriedly to the leader of the man in rich clothes.

The leader, the man in Chinese clothes, raised his eyebrows and followed his gaze, but only saw the backs of Zhaoxue and the others. He curled his lips and said, "Hey, wait a minute."

"Hey, those in front, please stop." Seeing that Zhaoxue and others did not stop, they turned around and took a few steps, shouting in a louder voice.

The waiter in front stopped hurriedly, turned around, and looked at the man: "Master Fu, are you called Xiao?"

"Go, go, I won't call you, but tell the two ladies behind you to turn around and let me take a look." He narrowed his eyes, full of expectation.

The waiter was slightly startled, and looked at Murong Zixuan and the others, a little confused as to what to do. Looking at these young masters, they must have extraordinary status, but this young master Fu is known as a bad boy, and his father is a second-grade left-hand man in the military department.

As a minister, he has always been unscrupulous and domineering in the capital.

Murong Zixuan and Murong Ziyi frowned slightly, turned around and looked at Young Master Fu.

"I'm telling those two young ladies to turn around. You two pretty boys are just joining in the fun!" Master Fu was obviously very unhappy and looked at Murong Zixuan and Murong Ziyi with disdain.

"You two young ladies, if Master Fu asks you to turn around, just turn around."

"Yes, there are so many young ladies who want to see Mr. Fu, but Mr. Fu is not shy enough to see them. You are lucky."

Several men in brocade clothes next to him followed suit, laughing very lewdly.

Murong Ziya and Zhao Xue looked at each other, with a hint of interest in their eyes, and turned around to look at the men.

When the men saw the two of them turning around, they laughed even more and said: "That's right. We, Mr. Fu, will treat you well."

Then everyone's eyes lit up: "What a beautiful lady."

Mr. Fu even narrowed his lustful eyes and walked up: "Little madam, come home with me. I promise to keep you well fed and clothed."

With a smile on her lips, Zhaoxue pulled Murong Zichen aside, looked at each other with Murong Ziya, and then looked at Mr. Fu, with a cold look in her eyes.

"Ah——" "Bah, bah, bah..." The two of them took out something from their sleeves and shot it at Mr. Fu. He heard the young master Fu scream, and then he rolled downstairs.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment. The people dining on the first floor had already stopped and looked between the floors.

The men in brocade clothes calmed down and hurried to help Mr. Fu. The others rolled up their sleeves and looked at Zhaoxue and the others: "Damn it, you stinky bitches are so shameless. Come on, brothers, give it to Mr. Fu."

revenge."

Murong Zixuan and Murong Ziyi hurriedly walked in front of Zhao Xue and the others, and protected the three of them behind them, but they looked at the gang of villains leisurely.

"Bah, bah, bah..." "Ah, ah, ah..." I could only hear the sound of falling down the stairs, and the screams of pain. The gang of bad guys had all fallen to the ground, their faces twisted.

The waiter stared blankly at what happened, then recovered and hurriedly ran towards the second floor.

The sound insulation effect of Zuixian Building is very good. Everything in the private room on the second floor remains as before, and you have no idea what is happening in the building.

"Sir, this is the account book for the past six months. Please take a look at it." The shopkeeper of Zuixian Tower bent down and handed the thick account book to Nangong Liluo.

Nangong Liluo took the account book and put it aside without looking at it. He only ordered: "Go and dig out the jar of Nuerhong."

"Yes, sir." The shopkeeper nodded and was about to exit.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the waiter.

"Shopkeeper, it's bad, something happened down there." The waiter grabbed the shopkeeper and said hurriedly.

The shopkeeper's face changed, and he looked back at the two young masters in the private room. Seeing that they had no expressions, they were still chatting and laughing. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door in a hurry, and stared at the waiter: "Let's talk about it later!

"

Seeing his expression, the waiter didn't dare to say anything more and walked towards the building with him.

"You...do you know who our Young Master Fu is?" The two men helped Young Master Fu up and looked at Zhao Xue and others fiercely.

Zhaoxue and the others looked at the others with disdain, then turned and walked towards the second floor.

"Little Er?" Murong Zixuan called with a slight frown as the waiter disappeared.

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming." The waiter and the shopkeeper came over and responded hurriedly.

"Take us to the private room quickly, bring up all the best things in your building, and then come to the second altar to put the good daughter's red." Murong Zixuan opened the folding fan and ordered.

The waiter glanced at the shopkeeper, who looked at the people and nodded.

The waiter then waved the brocade cloth again and hurriedly led a few people into the Accord.

The shopkeeper looked down and saw that it was Mr. Fu. He hurriedly came down and said with a smile: "Master Fu, are you here to have a meal?"

Young Master Fu bared his teeth and snorted coldly. Seeing that Zhaoxue and the others didn't take him seriously at all, they were so angry that they ignored the shopkeeper and waved his hand: "Let's go back home."

Several other noble gentlemen hurriedly came forward and hugged him out of the building, shouting that they wanted to find Mr. Fu's father to teach those people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth. The people dining on the first floor also looked at him sympathetically.

Zhaoxue and the others disappeared in the building before their eyes. They were afraid that they were going to be unlucky. Little did they know who was the ignorant person and who was the unlucky person.

When the shopkeeper saw Mr. Fu and others leaving, he felt a little uneasy. He thought for a moment that nothing serious would happen if the young master was here today, so he turned around to pick up the daughter Hongli who had collected it in the backyard.

The waiter led Zhaoxue and others into the private room and then went down to serve the dishes. The private room was very elegant and filled with warmth.

Murong Ziya pouted and turned to Zhaoxue: "Zhaoxue, why did you hold me back just now? Otherwise, I would beat those bastards half to death."

Zhaoxue raised her eyes and raised a faint smile: "Ya'er, there's no need to worry, they will come later."

Murong Ziya was a little confused: "Will they come again? Do they still want to be beaten?"

Zhaoxue shook her head slightly: "Ya'er will understand later."

Murong Ziya frowned, still confused, but stopped talking, thinking that she would give those bastards a good beating later.

Murong Ziyi looked at Zhaoxue, her eyes flashed slightly, she had really changed.

After a while, the waiter and the maid came in with dishes and placed a full table.

"My dear guests, please be patient. If you need anything, please call and someone will come in." The waiter put the two altars of daughter's red away and said with a smile.

Murong Zixuan nodded and waved: "You guys go down." His behavior was full of elegance and nobility.

The waiter responded and led the maids out of the private room.

"Zi Chen, eat more." Zhao Xue smiled slightly, picked up a chicken leg and put it in Murong Zichen's bowl.

"Thank you, cousin Zhaoxue." Murong Zichen's still red and swollen face raised a bright smile.

Zhaoxue smiled and stroked his forehead: "Zi Chen, please eat quickly."

Murong Zichen was indeed a little hungry. He nodded, picked up the chicken legs and started eating.

"Brother Imperial, Ziyi respects you." Murong Ziyi picked up a jar of wine, smiled and filled a cup for Murong Zixuan, and then filled a cup for himself.

Murong Zixuan nodded, picked up the wine glass, touched it with Murong Ziyi, raised his head and drank.

Murong Ziya curled her lips, picked up another jar of wine, and filled a glass for herself and Zhaoxue.

"Zhaoxue, cousin, here's to you." He raised his glass to Zhaoxue with great pride.

Zhaoxue was picking up vegetables for Murong Zichen. When she saw her actions, she smiled, picked up the wine glass and touched it with her, touched her sleeves and drank it in one gulp.

"Cousin Zhaoxue really has a good drinker!" Murong Ziyi looked at Zhaoxue, with a touch of interest on his cold face, he filled another glass for himself, and said to Zhaoxue: "Third cousin, I also want to toast you, congratulations on winning the title of Yao girl.

name."

Zhaoxue frowned slightly, with a flash of doubt in his eyes. He smiled faintly and asked Murong Ziya to fill up her glass with wine and raise her glass: "Thank you, third cousin." She stroked her sleeves, raised her head, and drank another glass.

"This glass congratulates Cousin Zhaoxue for finding a good husband like Mr. Situ." Murong Ziyi filled her glass again with wine and raised her glass, but there seemed to be something strange in her tone.

Zhaoxue frowned slightly, said nothing, and asked Murong Ziya to fill up the wine and drink it.

Murong Zixuan and Murong Ziya frowned slightly when they saw Murong Ziyi filling up the wine again and seemed to be picking it up.

"Ziyi, the emperor invites you to come to Zuixian Tower today, but you are here to taste the delicacies here, not to drink. Please use your chopsticks quickly and taste the delicacies of Zuixian Tower." Murong Zixuan put down his folding fan.

, picked up the chopsticks and smiled warmly.

"Yes, brother, try it quickly." Murong Ziya then picked up a chopstick of fried fish with hibiscus and put it into Murong Ziyi's bowl. Murong Ziya respected and feared this brother, even though he was the same brother.

Born to Concubine Liu, but not too close to her, Murong Ziyi always has a cold look, which makes people feel cold unconsciously.

The corners of Murong Ziyi's lips were slightly raised, but he couldn't notice it. He also took the chopsticks, picked up the hibiscus fried fish, and took a slight sip: "It's really delicious."

"Come on, Zhaoxue, you don't like fish, try this." Murong Ziya put other vegetables into Zhaoxue's bowl.

Zhaoxue smiled lightly, took a bite, and nodded: "Ya'er, cousin, you can eat too."

"I won't be polite. I told you that today I will eat to make the Second Emperor feel distressed." Murong Ziya raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand, and started eating generously.

The five of them started eating with smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere became warmer. Especially Murong Zichen, whose bowls were filled with the dishes they had picked up, and his little mouths puffed out as he ate happily.

This guy was enjoying his meal, but things started to get lively downstairs in Zuixian.

A group of soldiers walked in at the entrance of the building and blocked the entrance of Zuixian Tower. In the middle were Mr. Fu and the noble young masters who had just followed him.

There was also a middle-aged man, somewhat burly, wearing a green-brown brocade robe, with a stern face, looking around the Zuixian Tower.

When everyone who was dining saw them, they all guessed why these people were here, and felt sympathy for the young ladies just now.

When the waiter saw this, he was frightened, but he bravely went forward and said, "Dear guests, do you want to have a meal?"

"Call your shopkeeper out here." One of the leading soldiers shouted to the waiter who came up to him.

When the waiter saw this formation, he was secretly frightened, so he hurriedly responded and ran to find the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was in the kitchen, personally cooking for Situ Chen and Nangong Liluo. After hearing the waiter's report, his eyes flashed and he came out in a hurry.

"How many officials do you want to have a meal?" he asked with a smile towards Young Master Fu and his party.

Mr. Fu snorted and said very proudly: "Go and call out those people who dared to beat me just now. I will make them look good."

"I wonder which people Mr. Fu is referring to?" the shopkeeper still held his face in his hands and bent down slightly to ask.

"Hmph, stop pretending to me. He was the one who beat me in the building just now, and later went to your private room." Mr. Fu roared angrily again, touched his injured hand, and screamed in pain again.

The middle-aged man's face sank and he said, "Yi'er, please don't be rude." He turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, I don't want to disturb the business of Zuixianlou, but someone just hit the dog, and Fu just

I want those people to come out and demand justice, you see..."

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, he thought for a moment, and then nodded: "In that case, please wait a moment, Mr. Fu, and I'll go upstairs."

Seeing Mr. Fu nodded, he turned around and walked to the second floor. However, he did not enter the private room of Zhaoxue and others, but entered another room.

"Young Master." After entering the private room, he called to Nangong Liluo who was having a meal.

"What's the matter?" Nangong Liluo raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him.

"Sir, someone just beat Mr. Fu, the son of the Minister of War, and now the Minister of War has brought people here and wants us to hand over those people. But I see that the young masters and ladies are all extraordinary in their dress and conversation, so..."

Nangong Liluo narrowed his eyes, the Minister of War? Then he raised his eyes and looked at Situ Chen, who was looking at leisurely opposite him: "What should Chen say?"

Situ Chen didn't even raise his eyes, he still lazily leaned on the soft chair, picked up the wine glass, shook it slightly, and said calmly: "I guess Liluo has some ideas."

Nangong Liluo chuckled and stood up: "Then let's ask Chen to go with Liluo, and let Chen go back later with a jar of bamboo leaves that are hundreds of years old, okay?"

Situ Chen raised his eyes, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Liluo paid a jar of bamboo leaves and green leaves in order to prevent Chen from drinking the daughter's red wine alone."

"Liluo just thinks it's boring to be alone, and I'm afraid it's boring to be alone in this elegant room." Nangong Liluo shrugged and smiled lightly.

Situ Chen stood up and stretched out, looking lazy and comfortable, and his handsome demeanor was even more obvious.

The shopkeeper led the two of them out of the Accord and downstairs.

"Hey, I asked you to call those people out, but you called two unrelated people to come out. Are you kidding us?" Fu Shao saw that it was not the people who came out just now, but two others.

A handsome man, very angry.

"I don't know that Mr. Fu came to my Drunken Immortal Tower, but I missed you so much. Please forgive me." Nangong Liluo didn't look at Mr. Fu, but looked at Mr. Fu, and said with a faint smile, but this smile caught his attention.

With a deep sense of alienation.

Shilang Fu flashed his eyes slightly, he had never seen Situ Chen and Nangong Liluo, but after hearing what Nangong Liluo said and seeing Nangong Liluo's magnanimity, he raised his hand and said, "Excuse me, is the young master Nangong, the young master of the Nangong family?

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Nangong Liluo nodded: "This is Nangong Liluo."

Fu Shilang secretly looked at him again, then raised a smile: "I have met Mr. Nangong, Fu Changqing." After a pause, he continued: "Mr. Nangong, Mr. Fu is here today, not for a meal, but for me.

Quan'er was injured by someone in Zuixian Tower. I came here to look for those people to give Quan'er justice. I also asked Mr. Nangong to make it easier for him!"

"Oh, that's it. Liluo thought why Master Fu brought so many soldiers to my Zuixian Tower." Nangong Liluo said as if he suddenly realized it, with a faint smile still hanging on his lips.

"That's it. Fu asked Mr. Nangong to make it easier for Fu to take those people away." Fu Shilang said with cupped hands, but his eyes were secretly sizing up Situ Chen who was leaning on the corridor.

Nangong Liluo raised his eyebrows and raised his hands: "Master Fu, it's not that Liluo doesn't want to make things convenient for him. He just comes to my Zuixian Tower to have a meal, so he is an honored guest of my Zuixian Tower. Liluo can send someone to the private room.

I'll ask if those young ladies are willing to come down, but don't drive those young ladies away."

"What are you talking about? Our Young Master Fu was beaten just now in your Zuixian Tower, so you should make the decision." A man in brocade clothes next to Young Master Fu shouted.

Nangong Liluo's expression did not change, he still smiled lightly, but said nothing and looked at Minister Fu quietly.

Shilang Fu frowned and shouted to the man in brocade: "Shut up, you don't have the right to speak here." Then he turned to Nangong Liluo: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Nangong."

Nangong Liluo smiled lightly, nodded, and turned to the shopkeeper: "Go to the private room and ask the young ladies just now if they are willing to come down."

"Yes, sir." The shopkeeper responded and let the waiter lead him up.