Adore Trick of Beauty

"Plead guilty?" Nie Wushuang asked in a voiceless voice: "What confession? Confess to Gong Zhengsi?" If the little chamberlain committed suicide after confessing, Yajieyu would not be able to defend her innocence even if she had a mouth all over her body.

Yang Zhidao: "Of course I didn't confess to Gong Zhengsi. After confessing to Concubine Yun, I committed suicide while Concubine Yun was gathering troops to go to Ziwei Palace. In my opinion, I'm afraid this was a trap set by others for Concubine Yun. Now. Concubine Yun deceives the emperor first and beats the palace concubine last. Even if she has thousands of reasons, Gong Zhengsi will not believe her, not to mention that Concubine Yun's evidence is just a dead person who cannot speak."

After hearing this, Nie Wushuang felt a chill in his heart. It was such a clumsy trap, but it was calculated on Concubine Yun's doting and coquettish temperament, and it was used to plot against Ya Jieyu. As the saying goes, the fisherman wins when the clams in the river fight. Who benefits most from this farce?

She thought carefully for a long time, but still couldn't figure out who in the palace was the real mastermind. And the dead little chamberlain is destined to never be able to find out the real master behind him. In the palace, there will always be so many palace residents who were inexplicably convicted, and there will always be so many people who died carrying secrets. They will never be remembered by others. They will be thrown into a mass grave with a shabby table. The moment they die, there will already be someone who can take over. Their existence is like a drop in the ocean. Even if they disappear, they will not make any ripples. This is the real horror of the harem.

Nie Wushuang frowned and said, "That's all. Tell the people in the palace to be careful in their words and deeds, and don't let others take advantage of you."

"Yes." Yang Zhi stepped back. Silence returned to the palace. Light smoke curled up in the bronze beast cauldron, and the dusk light filtered through the large window lattice and hit the water-smooth ground, reflecting mottled shadows. The weather in early autumn was still very hot, but there was already a chilly atmosphere in this hall. .

Nie Wushuang watched the light and shadow dancing on the ground, and then suddenly realized that autumn was coming...

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In the Manna Hall, the candles were bright. In order to make the hall brighter, the palace servants brought luminous beads. Beads the size of a child's fist rose in the four corners of the hall, making the hall feel as bright as day.

Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengming, who was frowning and meditating on the dragon table. He wrote quickly, and soon he had sketched out his figure on the rice paper on the short table beside him. As if aware of her gaze, Xiao Fengming raised his head from the memorial. Seeing her concentrating on painting, he couldn't help but step down from the dragon table, glanced at it a few times, and said with a smile: "It's boring to accompany me, isn't it?"

Nie Wushuang finished painting the last stroke, raised his head and smiled: "No. Is the emperor's concubine good at painting?"

She handed over her painting and smiled like a flower under the lamp: "It is really rare to see the emperor frowning."

Xiao Fengming took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but laugh: "What? Do I rarely frown?"

Nie Wushuang looked at his calm and handsome face and said with a smile: "Yes, the emperor rarely has difficult things to solve."

He was the most unpredictable man she had ever seen. He always had a smile on his face, no matter who he was dealing with, his attitude was like spring breeze, which made people feel relaxed and happy, but it was impossible to guess what he was thinking. Except for the disappointment she saw on his face when he dealt with Concubine Yun, he had returned to his usual calmness and calmness in the past few days.

Xiao Fengming glanced at her and said with a leisurely smile: "I am not a fairy, so naturally I have many difficult things to solve. If there is nothing in the world that I can worry about, the world will really be peaceful."

Nie Wushuang tried to ask: "What is the emperor worried about?"

Xiao Fengming gently stroked the painting in her hand and said after a long time: "It's night, have a rest."

He called the palace servants and removed the candlelight. The huge palace suddenly became dark. Nie Wushuang stepped forward to untie the complicated buttons of his dragon robe. His hand was suddenly held by him. In the shadow of the heavy curtains, she saw him in pure black. His eyes were filled with deep thoughts.

"Your Majesty..." Nie Wushuang asked.

"How is Concubine Yu's illness?" Xiao Fengming asked. In the dimness, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she knew that he must be looking melancholy.

Nie Wushuang's heart softened and he sighed: "Mr. Yan said that she might not be able to survive this winter... She has a broken heart and feels that she has no interest in life, so..."

Xiao Fengming stood in the darkness and said "Oh" lightly for a long time.

Nie Wushuang untied the heavy dragon robe for him and suddenly asked: "Won't the Emperor go to visit the Jade Concubine?"

Xiao Fengming waved her hand: "I only gave her false hope when I left. The mistakes of the past have been made, and there is no room for recovery."

Nie Wushuang hid her sadness and whispered: "Perhaps false hope is the only strength that will keep Jade Concubine alive in the future. Don't people just live in this kind of illusion?"

"Then what happens after this year? Year after year, she will eventually understand that I did not fall in love with Concubine Yun because of that poem. I can't give her the promise of being together for the rest of my life, so why should I make her sad again?" Xiao Fengming said calmly.

Nie Wushuang was suddenly speechless. It turned out that he had already seen clearly that Yun Fei Murong Fu and Jade Concubine Yao Sisi, one had delicate and pitiful beauty, while the other had arrogant talent. When he was in "Ten Mile Pavilion", what he fell in love with was not the poem he saw, nor the graceful fairy-like girl. What he fell in love with was just that beautiful encounter.

Spring is blooming, and the prince and grandson are coming. Whose heart has this spring deceived...

Nie Wushuang felt a sudden pain in her heart. If she had a choice, she would rather not encounter that sudden peach blossom rain outside Tianchan Temple in March...

"What's wrong?" There was a sudden heat on her face, and his warm hand touched her cheek, and Nie Wushuang was surprised to realize that tears were streaming down her face.

"Concubine... I feel that Concubine Yu is pitiful...

"Nie Wushuang said, hiding the pain in his heart.

"Oh...that's all, let's not talk anymore. Rest in peace." He kissed her cheek. Nie Wushuang responded tactfully, with a hairpin and a messy tent. Under his comfort, she gradually became confused and obsessed with what was true and what was false. The only thing she could hold in the palm of her hand was this moment of selfless joy. Joy, and what he brings to her, will give her more - power!

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Today I saw a comment by Wisteria Chi, talking about the comparison between Chu Gong and "The Demon Queen".

Chu Gong took the most effort, and I poured the most emotion into each character in it. I admit that if I want to surpass Chu Gong, I need a lot of courage and determination. This is why I later wrote "Su Su" and wrote "Memories" because I didn't want to write another novel similar to "Chu Palace". But in my heart, I can’t say which novel is my favorite or the most successful. Everyone has to go through something, grow up, and try something new. Regardless of whether it will be successful or not.

Nie Wushuang said that remembering the past will not help. That's what I want to say now.

Chu Gong may be very good in some people's minds. A reader once broke up with me angrily because I wrote "The Demon Queen" because she felt that "The Demon Queen" was a fake of Chu Gong and she couldn't tolerate it. Then there were many verbal attacks. She listed a lot of pitfalls on my part, such as not being trustworthy, etc. I ridiculed her for being obsessed and childish. In the end, they each deleted each other's friends, and they probably won't be able to communicate with each other for the rest of their lives.

Everyone is not perfect. This is especially true for my novel. Does Chu Palace have no shortcomings? In my mind, it is good, but it also has shortcomings, such as too few emotional scenes, not enough conflicts, etc. It is limited to palace battles and does not have a huge background.

There was a time when I doubted whether it might be the shadow of Chu Gong in "The Demon Queen", but as I tried, I felt that I was gradually stepping out of Chu Gong's shadow. In terms of dialogue and emotions, we gradually break away from the old framework. People can't accomplish everything in one go, and the same goes for things. From quantitative changes to qualitative changes, I may not be able to write the most satisfactory work in my lifetime, but at least I tried, right?

I write by hand, from my heart, and as long as I write carefully, without plagiarism or laziness, I think I will get the results I want. As for the characters in the article, whether you like them or not is really beyond my control. Live your life as you wish, don't be tied to the ground. hehe……