C17

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As soon as he entered the Orchid Garden's study, Zi Qian ordered her servants to withdraw, opened the doors and windows wide and said in a low voice:

"Nona, you must know one thing! Talent was secondary to a scholar, but the key was position! "That's right, talent is the icing on the cake. That's right, talent is the poison herb used to hasten one's life." Zi Qian stared at Lu Zi Nuo, her eyes filled with concern.

Zi Xuan couldn't help but ask, "What does Second Sister mean by what you just said?"

"Xuan'er, I know what you're thinking. These words are also for you to hear." Lu Zi Qian swept his eyes across Lu Zi Xuan and continued to speak, "Right now, Your Majesty has used an ironclad method to stop the decline of the Dacheng after the 'chaotic Xue Lin'. However, because of the important role that the eunuchs and outsiders had to play, they have disobeyed his orders, causing many of them to be unable to carry out their orders. That was why His Majesty had taken the art of checks and balances, which created a situation where they formed parties and worked in private. If we were recommended by Anguo, then there would be no danger, because the name of Anguo is known by everyone, there is no selfishness, and there is no participation in the party struggle. "" No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. But if it was the King Yong who recommended us to enter the palace, then we would be like dancers dancing on thorns. Moreover, he was once the crown prince's direct son, and was now his seventh son. As for the crown prince, his body was weak, so it was hard to say if he would be able to do anything before the emperor did. Therefore, the King Yong had the chance to compete with Mu Rong Chun for the position of storage monarch.

And our wisest choice is neutrality, not depending on either side, so that's why I asked. It's a good thing that the King Yong is not here, so you shouldn't be affected when you head to the nativology. However, you must be careful with your words. "

Lu Zi Nuo did not say anything, these were also the reasons why she did not want to take the test to obtain her title.

It was really her fault. She had entrusted all of her and her sisters with the task of leaving her old father and stepping into dangerous situations. Lu Zi Nuo sprung up, turned around and walked towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Lu Zi Qian saw a flash of resentment in her eyes and quickly stopped her: "Don't blame others. Maybe it was just for your good intentions back then."

Lu Zi Nuo laughed in a mournful manner, "Good intentions? Leave this old man alone, will we still have to acknowledge his kindness even if we have to leave our hometowns and are in danger? "

Breaking free from Lu Zi Qian's shackles, Lu Zi Nuo walked out but she bumped into Di Xian at the entrance of the Orchid Garden.

"Husband, quickly go to the front hall. King Yong is here."

Lu Zi Nuo was furious: "I won't!"

She originally wanted to find this person in a fit of rage, but now that he had come, she actually didn't want to see him anymore. With that said, he returned to his Qing Zhu Xuan. Di Xian helplessly stomped his feet and came out: "I will follow you to the front hall."

As soon as he returned to his room, a thunderclap sounded out, and the rain began to fall with a loud rumble.

The weather was unpredictable. When she was young, she had enjoyed the torrential downpour. She had felt that the myriad worlds had all been washed clean, and the green leaves were as tender and beautiful as emeralds. However, one day, her father said that the day she was born was a rainy night. It was a very cold day, and the ice-cold rain fell painfully on her face.

It was only later that she understood that the ice-cold and painful rain was the pain in her father's heart. How could she still like rain?

He slowly took off the jade crown from his hair and unfurled it unsteadily. He was still wearing the man's outer garment, and with a flick, he revealed his middle clothes. His figure was exquisite, still green, but his waist was slender and soft.

Lu Zi Nuo took out the dowry from the secret compartment behind the copper mirror and applied it with powder, thrush, lacquer and lipstick. He was extremely familiar with every single movement, and with his natural beauty, his red phoenix eyes sparkled, making his look even more beautiful after dressing up. His eyebrows were at the peak, his coral five petaled plum, and as his green hair flowed down, she smiled sweetly, but the person in the shadow of the copper mirror was feeling extremely sad.

"Mother."

She gently caressed the reflection in the bronze mirror, trying her best to smile. The wet nurse had said that she was the most motherly of the children.

Lu Zi Nuo reached out his hand and grabbed the edge of the copper mirror, then slightly moved the copper mirror forward, his fingers exerted a lot of strength, his fingertips flowing with a little white, as though he wanted to crush the copper mirror. He fiercely looked at himself in the mirror, and then, in the next second, lost his temper, threw the copper mirror to the side, and brought it to the red clay teapot.

The gloomy atmosphere and the discontent in her heart forced her to get up and open the window to see the world outside. The chilly rain fell on her face, causing her to tremble but not avoid it. She thought to herself, This is good too. She can't cry, so she wanted the rain to cry on her behalf.

She unconsciously used her hand to draw the window frame, until the wind stopped blowing and the full moon appeared.

In the quiet night after the rain, Lu Zi Nuo felt that there was someone around the corner. He wanted to walk over, but gave up.

The voice was barely audible, but Lu Zi Nuo heard it. He turned around with his back facing the window and said: "Hey, don't come in, I'll give you a dance."

She didn't care if the people outside the window could see it or not. She only stepped on the drum in her heart. This was a very common green waist, and it was her mother's favorite dance before she died.

Lu Zi Nuo's movements almost turned into a circle, her slightly longer hair was still spinning in the air, but his movements had already changed, he could only turn around gracefully, as if he was alive, and became a black silk cloth dancing in the air. Her long hair gradually quieted down as she jumped up and down, but his steps were like butterflies, refusing to rest for even a moment. Because of the soft dance, her inner clothes were all tightly pressed against her body, revealing his beauty which belonged to a woman.

She spun, rose, landed, stretched. She didn't dance for a moment for the people outside the window; she only danced for herself. The people outside the window also cooperated very well. They remained silent, neither approaching nor leaving, as if they were an extremely good spectator. He knew that some people's suffering was in their hearts, and their tears were also in their hearts. They could not say it out, and they could not forget it.

Lu Zi Nuo just jumped, completely ignoring the pieces on the ground. She was barefoot, dancing like a fugitive, as if this was the greatest song in her life, every action being filled with satisfaction, his sleeves twitching the air, and his tears also crumbling like crystals. Just as she was about to step on the pieces, the door finally moved, and a soft whip wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

His expression was as gentle as the moonlight. Lu Zi Nuo buried his head in the embrace of the person who came in, quietly and for a long time, he almost thought that she was crying, and carefully held her face in his hands.

The two of them were extremely close, so Lu Zi Nuo could almost count the eyelashes of the person in front of his. However, his blurry vision allowed her to instinctively feel the strangeness of the person in front of his as she raised his head and smiled sweetly.

What followed was a short blade. With a flash of silver, it illuminated the room with moonlight, directly piercing into the chest of the person who came from here.