When the Empress Dowager saw An Nuanori standing up, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Mr. An Cai, you go back first, the Ai family can just go back to the palace alone."

An Nuan weaves tears. What's the point of making a fuss? It's not like it, it's swaying her appetite? It's not like it, it's ridiculous, it's even more like it. The Queen Mother is not such a boring person, but the Queen Mother wants to speak but stops. What's the purpose of?

Baby pain!

When she returned to the Talented Lady Palace, An Nuanzhi was really confused. She had been thinking about the empress dowager's strange problem. There was also the little Fan Bingbing. Where did the hostility in her eyes come from? Everything was squeezed into a bump, and a big question mark was placed in An Nuanzhi's heart.

At night, An Nuanzhi was drowsy. She took out the white jade lotus and placed it carefully on the pillow. This had become her habit. Murong Wushang's handsome face broke into her dream, or rather, Luo's face.

She was sleeping sweetly, and there was a messy noise and footsteps outside the house. An Nuanzhi heard only a talented woman shouting, "Come on, Zijuan is poisoned, and Liuye is also poisoned!"

"What?"

An Nuanzhi was completely sleepy and got up and ran out with everyone. But when An Nuanzhi arrived, Zijuan was already a cold body, and Liu Ye closed her eyes forever. An Nuanzhi felt sad and cold in her heart. Zijuan was her best friend after entering the palace. Although she was stupid, she was one of the few people who could be touched in the deep palace, but now, why did it become like this?

An Nuanzhi felt her eyes were hot. She thought for a long time. A bomb-like idea was thrown into An Nuanzhi's mind. Five days ago, Liu Ye and Zhou Yuanhai were secretly discussing what they were talking about. Could it be that?

An Nuanori could not connect everything, but could not tell others. She was so sad that she felt sorry for the dead Zijuan. In the conflict between the left and right, An Nuanori didn't know what to do.

At this time, a young father-in-law came from outside, "Mr. An Cai, the emperor asked you to come here."

An Nuanzhi wondered why Murong Wuhen was looking for her at this time. Shouldn’t he send someone to investigate the cause of Zijuan and Liu Ye’s death?

An Nuanzhi just woke up from her sleep. Her hair was not combed, her face was not washed, and she was wearing a thin middle robe. Logically speaking, this is not a shameful person.

"Little father-in-law, wait for me first." An Nuanzhi returned to the room and took a cloak and put it on her body. Before she could wash her face and comb her hair, she went to the face to see the emperor.

As soon as he entered Chengde Hall, An Nuanzhi felt a strong sense of oppression. Murong Wuhen's vision was incomprehensible and indifferent. There was also faint displeasure. For the first time, An Nuanzhi saw such a terrifying Murong Wuhen.

"Your Majesty, all blessings--" An Nuanzhi waved his handkerchief and was about to pay his respects, but was helped up by Murong Wuhen.

"Mr. An Cai, come here." Murong Wuhen suddenly felt a little relaxed when he saw An Nuanzhi.

An Nuanzhi was very confused again. When did Murong Wuhen care so much about her? Also, the reason why he asked her to come here was-

In fact, Murong Wuhen called An Nuanzhi to understand the poisoning of Zijuan and Willow Leaf. On the other hand, he knew that Zijuan was An Nuanzhi's good friend and went out and went in and out on weekdays. An Nuanzhi must have felt bad when she was poisoned and died of An Nuanzhi. He also wanted to take the opportunity to disperse her depression.

But as soon as An Nuanzhi came in, Murong Wuhen was stunned. An Nuanzhi's hair was not tidy up but not messy. It drooped around her waist, flowing and beautiful, her cheeks had a natural skin color, and even plain face was pleasing to the eye. The key is that the small cloak on her body, the pink color set off the lightness and beauty of her appearance, which was very beautiful.

"Oh." An Nuanori was puzzled, but she walked over. She thought to herself, what can I say directly that I have to face to face?

An Nuanzhi had a very casual personality. She felt that the room was hot and she took off her cloak. She completely forgot that she was wearing a midsuit. In fact, even if she remembered, she wouldn't care. After all, the midsuit was long and wrapped around her skin without a single piece. She was not so conservative, so she naturally didn't have to worry about exposing herself.

but……

This had a great impact on it. For the first time, he saw An Nuanzhi wearing so little in front of him. Her milky white middle clothes showed off her good figure. She was plump in a plump place, flat where she should be flat, and slender where she should be slender. Unconsciously, Murong Wuhen's eyes were all on An Nuanzhi's body.

"Wow—" An Nuanzhi lowered her head and then realized. It was over. She was wearing a middle robe and swaggeringly in front of the emperor. Isn't this insulting the Saint Lord, seeking death? Besides, Murong Wuhen is a tyrant again. It seems that she can go with Zijuan soon.

An Nuanori quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "Sorry, Master, can you close your eyes first? I put on my cloak first."

Murong Wuhen held back his funny thoughts. Isn’t it a waste of time to see them all? He pointed to a silver moon robe on the table with his finger, "Don’t wear a cloak, it’s easy to get in. This one is better to wear."

"Oh." An Nuanzhi agreed to pick up his clothes and hid in the inner hall. Because he was embarrassed, he hid behind the screen of the inner hall. Then, a "rustling" sound came from inside.
Chapter completed!