MTL - Story of Yanxi Palace-Chapter 132 Broken mirror

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　　 Xiaoquanzi is a habitual stealer.

　　 How the stolen goods are transported out, and where they will be written off after being transported out, he knows nothing.

　　 can be sold, you can buy it naturally.

　　The pure concubine never expected that the stolen goods in the palace market were the same, all bought by Wei Yingluo Xiaoquanzi from outside the palace.

　　 "The minions dare not take credit." Xiao Quanzi knelt on the ground and said with a smile: "The minions will only run errands, and the ideas are all the masters come up with. It's really wonderful, one trick moves, the pure concubine is caught off guard!"

　　Wei Yingluo smiled slightly and threw the embroidered ruffle in his hand to him: "Reward you."

　　 Xiaoquanzi was overjoyed, if he did not love wealth, he would not do those things before, immediately raised his hand to take over, thank you very much: "Thank you for the grace of the master! From now on, the slaves will go up to the knife mountain..."

　　 "It's the same set of rhetoric on the upper pan of the Daoshanshan?" Mingyu deflated his mouth, "You are not tired, our mothers are also tired of it."

Xiao Quanzi was flustered and was about to change his words. As soon as he looked up, he saw Wei Yingluo looking at him with a smile instead of a smile: "This palace is very memorable, you said it once, this palace will always remember , If you say you can’t remember it later... this palace will also let you remember it."

　　 Little Quanzi suddenly caught a cold on his back and knocked his forehead to the ground, shudderingly said, "Yes, minions, minions don't dare to forget."

　　Wei Yingluo waved his hand and let him go down.

As soon as the person left, Ming Yu no longer concealed, exultingly said: "Ying Luo, you didn't see the face of the pure concubine in the afternoon, and when you saw the stolen goods, it turned pale, ha, when asked by the queen mother, even a sentence of excuse Come out, it's really a relief!"

Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, and every word he uttered implied a murderous chance: "Who gave the rumors all over the Forbidden City? In addition to Xiao Jiapeng, and she is helping, I will naturally let her taste it. The taste of being talked about before and after."

　　Spread rumors such things, pure concubines can do, Wei Yingluo can naturally do.

　　 Moreover, this matter is not a rumor, so many pairs of eyes see, so many pairs of ears hear, only need to push a little bit of help, it will be known to everyone.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　In the palace of Zhong Cui, an Guqin was pushed down from the table, the string was cut off, and the pure concubine shivered: "It was originally carefully prepared to please the Queen Mother. In this way, let alone the merits, it is a blessing if you don't remember it!"

　　 "Wow..." Liu Ge was playing next to her. She was scared and couldn't help crying with her wrinkled nose.

　　Yuhu was busy letting the nanny mother hold Liuya down, and then stepped forward to comfort: "The mother is angry..."

"Stop what anger!" The pure concubine pushed a box of pawns to the ground again, and the pawns were raining, ticking on the ground, and her tears were ticking, "Now everyone says, the eunuchs used me to prepare in private Miyagi of the country came to sell the stolen goods, and I wasn’t allowed to have anything naughty in it. My good reputation for many years was completely lost!"

　　 "Mother is not in a hurry." Jade Pot busy said, "The Queen Mother and the Emperor still believe you, but they can't pass the face, and after a while, the limelight will be over!"

"Wei Yingluo was fond of rampages in the past, and spent two years in Yuanmingyuan, and began to play tricks!" Chun Guifei sneered. "In the beginning, she was dressed as a wine lady, wearing an incongruous clothes to seduce the emperor, and then came In the city of Jiangnan... think about it carefully. If Mingyu didn’t make it, there wouldn’t be so many people shouting.”

　　Princess Concubine covered her heart, but she was so angry that she felt painful.

　　In addition to the pain, there is a lingering panic.

"This person can't stay." Chun Gui said with a deep voice, "Mingyu must tell her the cause of death of Seven Elder Brother, and she must never be spoiled, otherwise there will be no other palaces and six in this palace. A brother's foothold."

　　 "Maid is thinking..." Jade Pot felt like this.

"Three days later, the emperor's death day, Wei Yingluo will definitely go to the Changchun Palace to mourn, and Fucha Fu Heng will also go." The pure concubine suddenly turned her head to look at her, her eyes strange, lowering her voice, "The palace can't help it Think, with such a good opportunity, will these two people meet again at one place?"

　　 People sit at home, and disaster comes from heaven.

　　Fu Hengshang didn't know that a conspiracy against him was brewing. He was turning over the cabinet and almost turning over the entire study.

　　 "Young Master." Qinglian stood at the door, holding a plate of refreshments in his hand, and looked at him in surprise, "What are you looking for?"

　　 "Sachet." Fu Heng did not look back, and continued to flip the box in front of him, "What about my sachet?"

A slightly old sachet was handed to his cheek. Qinglian was holding the sachet, and said with some uneasiness, "Master, you fell off when you changed your clothes. The minions saw that it was dirty, so they took it and washed it. ..."

　　 Fu Heng grabbed the sachet, always a polite face, and became so cold for the first time: "Don't touch my things in the future!"

　　 He put the sachet back in his clothes, close to his chest, and the treasure was as if it was not the sachet but the heart that he just put back.

　　 "...Okay." Fu Heng turned his head and said lightly to Qinglian, "You go out."

　　Some people like to show their sorrow to others, and some people like to hide and sorrow alone.

　　 Fu Heng is the latter kind of person.

　　 After rebuke Qinglian, he sat alone by the window and touched the sachet to see it. It was an hour until a loud noise came from the bookcase behind him, and he suddenly turned back: "Who?"

　　 The bookcase stopped moving immediately.

　　Fu Heng stood up and put his right hand on the waist sword, the sword came out of the sheath, a piece of snow.

　　He walked towards the wardrobe step by step. After a moment, he returned to the sword and shouted, "Butler! Butler!"

　　 The door opened, and the housekeeper walked in quickly: "Master, what do you ask."

　　Fu Heng raised his hand and pointed forward, and saw a small child hiding in the gap between the bookcase and the wall, looking at them with wide eyes—it was Fukang An.

　　 "How could the young master be here?" Fu Heng asked.

　　 "Ah, young master, I can find you!" The housekeeper was also surprised when he saw him, "Mrs. Madam is in a hurry, and the yard is looking for you!"

　　 said while he was holding Fukang An, but Fukang An was relying on his small body and kept hiding in the gap, but refused to let him touch it.

　　Thinking about the child's possible confession, Fu Heng ordered: "Go tell the breast-mother and ask her to bring the child back."

　　 Butler: "Yes."

　　 The housekeeper hurried away, leaving only the father and son in the room.

　　Fu Heng knew the details of this child, he didn’t hate him, but he didn’t like him anyway, so he ignored him as usual, and went back to his desk to read a book. After a while, he looked down suddenly.

　　——A small hand pulled his clothes corner.

　　Following the little hand, Fu Heng slowly looked at the little face with slight expectation.

　　 "What do you want?" Fu Heng asked.

　　 The child turned his head to look at the table, which was the plate of refreshments that Qinglian had previously brought in. The bean-green pastry was brightly colored, like the new leaves of the branches, pinched into small groups, delicate and lovely.

　　 "Want to eat and take it yourself." Fu Hengdao.

　　 The child was also well-behaved, and he only reached out to get it when he allowed it, but the table was too high, and he was too short, trying to tiptoe, but he couldn't reach the pastry for a long time.

　　 Fu Heng sighed helplessly, reached out and hugged him on his lap, and gave him a piece of mung bean cake to feed him.

Halfway through the meal, the door opened with a squeak, and Er Qing hurried in. At the sight of this scene, without a word, he rushed over and slapped half of the leftover mung bean cake from Fukang’an’s mouth, and then clung the child tightly. In his arms, he said angrily: "Fucha Fuheng, what do you want to do?"

　　 Fu Heng said lightly: "What do you think I want to do?"

　　 Er Qing glanced at the half piece of mung bean cake on the ground, the color of suspicion flashed across her face.

　　Fu Hengyuan thought she was disappointed with her and enough, but she didn't expect that she could make herself even more disappointed. Self-deprecating and laughing: "I am not you, will not hurt innocent lives, let alone use the child as a tool for revenge."

　　 Erqing's complexion is a bit unnatural.

Belly sinister heart of a gentleman.

　　 She had indeed raised doubts, and it was suspected that Fu Heng quietly took the people away, and quietly laid hands and feet in the pastry to eliminate the "evil seed" of Fukang An.

　　 But Fu Heng is Fu Heng after all, he is not someone else, and it is impossible to be a person like Er Qing.

"Sitaral Qing, since she is a mother, she should take responsibility, and don't let her children run around." Fu Heng got up and walked outside the door. He hated Er Qing, and even reached a room where he could not bear to live with the other party. To the point.

　　 It seems that as she breathes, the air becomes muddy and unpleasant.

　　 "Dad."

　　Foo Heng turned back a little strangely.

　　Fukang An hugged his mother's neck, but his eyes looked straight at him, full of innocence and admiration.

　　 looked at him with a complicated look for a while. Fu Heng turned his head and left without a word.

　　 Behind him, Cuckoo quietly approached Er Qing and whispered: "Young lady, you see how good the young master is to the young master, why are you so nervous?"

　　Erqing froze holding Fukang An's hand. Since it was impossible to tell the truth, he just casually said: "Nothing."

"Mrs. Young," Du Juan persuaded, "The young master has a good temperament and a good family background. Now he has made great achievements and is in a high position. I don't know how many people envy you. How come you are angry with the young master everywhere? Even if there are thousands of misunderstandings, for the sake of the young master, it should be resolved early!"

What do you know? Er Qing thought: It is with this child that the grudges between us can never be resolved.

The cuckoo doesn’t know what’s inside, and it’s true that these two guys are not happy because of a little trivial matter. The master is uneasy, and the people of the present are also living on the ice. If they can be reconciled to them, treat them to everyone. All is well, so continue to persuade.

"Can you think about it carefully, are there fewer people who want to stuff their sisters and daughters into the house?" Du Juan gave several examples, and then hated the iron way. "Continuing the stalemate, it is not to make room for others." ? It's been so long in your life, did you and the young master live with each other resentfully?"

　　Erqing finally hesitated after hearing this.

　　 She is blessed with peace of mind, and more of herself.

　　The status of every possible means, the wealth that is so firmly believed, how could it be possible to give people a hand?

"He used to be obsessed with Wei Yingluo, never put me in his heart, now Wei Yingluo has become Ling Bin, and the two of them are no longer possible. The rest of his life is destined to live with women other than Wei Yingluo. Continue to stalemate with him?" Er Qing decided in a dark manner, "Just like Du Juan said, froze again, it is equivalent to pushing him into the arms of others, hey! I like Taral Qing, not such a fool!"

　　 It was night, Fu Heng returned to the study.

　　 He hasn't slept with Er Qing for a long time, and has been staying in the study, so there is a wooden bed in the study, and there is a layer of plain white tents on the bed. The plain is just like himself.

　　 He was sitting on the edge of the bed, bending over to take off his boots. In the back of the account, he slowly stretched out his hands and wrapped his waist around him.

　　 Was shocked by this, Fu Heng jumped up, one foot wearing boots, the other bare, his right hand on the waist sword, Shen Sheng asked: "Who?"

　　 Slender fingers slowly opened the tent, revealing Er Qing's graceful body. She only wore a apron. Bai Shengsheng's flesh was exposed, and she dropped her silk, and smiled at him charmingly: "It's me."

　　Fu Heng didn’t want to ask her why she was here. From her present appearance and her smile, he could guess one or two, enduring the nausea under his heart, he said coldly: "Go out!"

　　 "Fu Heng!" Er Qinglai refused to get up in bed and mourned him, "I know I was wrong!"

　　Fu Heng was too lazy to listen to her explanation, because every sentence that came out of her mouth turned into a lie.

　　 "You don't go, I go." Fu Heng turned around immediately, put on his boots again, and walked outside the door.

"Wait!" Er Qing was in a hurry, too late to wear shoes, chasing her bare feet, holding his waist with both hands, regardless of whether he wanted to listen or not, he hurriedly explained, "I know it's wrong, yes I was wrong! I used to wonder if you have been on the battlefield for more than three years, I have resentment in my mouth, but I have been waiting and looking forward to it! I hope you will come back soon, even if you know you hate me !"

　　Fu Heng said nothing, put one hand on her finger, and then broke apart her fingers one by one.

The strength between men and women is very different, not to mention Fu Heng is a general. Er Qing's fingers are quickly broken apart by him. Seeing that his strength can't hold him, Er Qing simply let go and ran to him, trying to move with tears he.

"Fu Heng, it was you who broke my heart first, and I couldn't think of it for a while. I retaliated you with that incident." Er Qing exposed the past lightly, and Er Qing said to him with tears, "We are both wrong, also Don’t worry about the past, and think about the future together, okay? I assure you that from now on, I will never toss about, no more trouble, I will concentrate on being the daughter-in-law of the rich family, do your best wife!"

　　 "Good daughter-in-law? Good wife?" Fu Heng couldn't help but ridicule.

"Yes! I will do housework, be filial to my parents, and never go out to socialize, nor send messages to my grandfather, as long as you say, I will do anything!" Er Qing should not hear the ridicule in his words, a constant commitment, Finally, he bowed his head and shyly shyly, "...I can still give you a son who really belongs to you, OK?"

　　 Fu Heng laughed.

　　Erqing was first happy, thinking that the other party was moved by her rhetoric, but soon, the happy color faded from her face a little.

　　 "Hitaral Qing." Fu Heng asked with a smile, "Why do you think I will promise you?"

　　Erqing was surprised.

"When you are annoyed, you must pull everyone into the abyss of pain. When you feel regret and want to make up for it easily." Fu Heng is still laughing. "You always feel like this, you feel wronged, think all The fault is the fault of others, and then should revenge others, and forgive themselves."

　　 The smile on his face made Er Qing blush.

　　 Because he was right, she was such a person.

Even if she said introspectively in her mouth, she still didn't think she was doing anything wrong. Everything was Fu Heng's fault. Everything was Wei Yingluo's fault. Even the queen was wrong. Only she was a pitiful and innocent person. Bullying... deserves the best compensation.

"Don't say anything like a good daughter-in-law or a good wife." Fu Heng slowly converged his smile and said lightly, "From the time you do the next thing, you are no longer Fucha Fu Heng's wife. "

　　 The sword is still in his sheath, and the love has been cut off by him.

Er Qing chased two steps towards his back, remembering that he only wore a apron. He was afraid to be seen by the next man, and had to hold his arm and retreat. He bit his teeth and murmured unacceptably. "No, I don't care, I will let you forgive me, and you will forgive me!"