Every day when the emperor came out of the imperial study, he would pass by the imperial garden.
Chen Miaoshuang felt in her heart that the emperor had not forgotten her, but that he had no time.
Gu Yihan had so many things to do, why didn't he come? In the past two days, he really enjoyed watching himself dance with the sword.
Chen Miaoshuang admitted that she was indeed opportunistic.
She spent some money and found out about it from other young eunuchs.
The reason why Concubine Qiao is so popular is not only because she gave birth to the emperor's only little princess.
Or because of that sword dance that moved the world.
Chen Miaoshuang herself knows some dancing skills, plus she has a soft figure and can play music.
Why not imitate Concubine Qiao's sword dance to relieve the emperor's boredom?
So she took advantage of the opportunity when the emperor came to Yuefu, gave her aunt a little money, and stood at the front to perform.
As expected, the emperor seemed to be interested and came to watch her sword dancing for two or three days.
Unexpectedly, the emperor did not come today.
Chen Miaoshuang did not give up. She even had a sweet dream that she was only one step away from Concubine Qiao.
When she received the favor, she became pregnant and gave birth to the emperor's second little princess.
Chen Miaoshuang is confident that she will be able to compete with Concubine Qiao.
She made up her mind and decided to wait in the Royal Garden early tomorrow morning.
If the emperor comes out of the imperial study, he will definitely see her.
Chen Miaoshuang said goodbye to her aunt with satisfaction, turned around and went into the house to rest.
Yuefu's aunt looked at her cheerful look and curled her lips secretly.
"What the hell, do you really think you're going to fly up a branch? You just have ambition etched on your face!"
Auntie turned around and entered the room.
He didn't see the dark figure quietly passing by on the roof.
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When I was sleeping late in the night, it seemed like the wind was blowing.
Gu Nuoer was woken up by gusts of cold wind.
She opened her misty eyes, sat up and rubbed her eyes.
The window in the inner hall was opened by someone unknown, leaving it half open.
The whistling cold wind comes from here.
Gu Nuoer looked at her mother, who was sleeping soundly next to her.
Well, with such a cold wind, what should I do if my mother gets sick?
The little guy suddenly has a strong sense of responsibility!
She twisted her little buttocks and crawled over Concubine Qiao's body.
The little feet swayed and they could reach the shoes on the footrest.
Because it was too dark, she was wearing Concubine Qiao's.
The little guy shuffled his shoes and prepared to close the window.
Gu Nuoer just walked to the window, but found that she was not tall enough.
It’s true that your legs are short when you use them!
She tried her best to stand on tiptoe: "Hey...hey..."
At this moment, Gu Nuoer's ears caught a very subtle sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
She was not an ordinary person, and this strange noise was particularly harsh to her ears.
Gu Nuoer subconsciously took a step back.
Almost at the same moment, a bright long sword pierced through the half-open window.
A dark man wearing night clothes, with a fierce look in his eyes, broke in from the window!
Gu Nuoer stepped back one after another, and without noticing, her little buttock sat on the ground.
She looked at the man in black holding a sword in front of her and was not afraid at all. Instead, she fluttered her long eyelashes and asked, "Who are you?"
The voice of the man in black was cruel and rough: "Little princess, accept your fate!"
The sharp sword in his hand suddenly stabbed Gu Nuoer!
The sword was about to touch her!
In this flash of lightning, a handful of jade Ruyi was directly blocked by the sword's edge!
Gu Nuoer turned around to look, and immediately clapped her hands: "Mother is so disgusting!"
In the moonlight and the sound of wind, Concubine Qiao blocked the powerful sword of the man in black with only one stroke of jade.
Her eyes were full of killing intent and coldness.