After Sang Yan got up, had breakfast, and went to the main hall to visit Sang Ruoshui as usual.
But one night, her spirits improved.
Put on a pink palace dress, put on the best rouge, and put on the most beautiful hairpin, just like the grass after the rain, it is not only full of vitality, but also becomes fresh and juicy.
The beauties are dressed in fine attire, with snowy skin and beautiful appearance, and their beauty outshines all other beauties.
"Are you going out?"
Sang Yan thought she had cheered up and guessed: "Are you going to thank the emperor?"
Sang Ruoshui shook his head and smiled: "No. I'm going to pay my respects to the Queen Mother. Do you want to go with me, sister?"
"No, I... won't go."
With this embarrassing identity of the original owner, it is better to avoid getting in front of those in power.
After Sang Yan waved her hand to refuse, she returned to the side hall.
In fact, the original owner obtained permission from the Queen Mother twice to enter the palace.
The Queen Mother concentrated on worshiping the Buddha and did not need to pay her concubines' greetings. She did not want to be disturbed, so she simply pretended to be dead.
But why did Sang Ruoshui suddenly go to pay his respects to the Queen Mother?
Do you want to find a protective umbrella for yourself before taking action?
He does have some brains.
Sang Yan sat back on the soft couch and read the unfinished storybook boredly.
Speaking of which, this story has the same story about the scholar daughter, the characters are highly repetitive, and the plot lines are also very similar. It really corresponds to the modern saying-the ancient routine has won people's hearts.
"Miss, Sun Shanggong from the Clothing Bureau is here."
Qiuzhi whispered.
Sang Yan put down the script and looked over.
It turned out that Sun Shanggong had brought people to deliver clothes.
Sang Yan is a woman, so she naturally likes beautiful dresses. She just thought that it was a gift from the Dog Emperor, and she lost interest.
"Miss Sang, the Clothing Bureau rushed to make five sets of clothes overnight. On the order of the emperor, I came to ask Miss Sang to take a look."
Sun Shanggong bowed respectfully and explained his intention.
Sang Yan knew that she was following orders and had no intention of making things difficult, so she cooperated and tried them on one by one.
This fitting, ancient clothes were cumbersome to put on and take off, and it actually took half an hour to try on.
She was tired and panting slightly.
"Thanks for your hard work, Sun Shanggong and the Shangyi Bureau."
"Young lady, you are joking. It is my honor to be with the Shangyi Bureau."
Sun Shanggong was a female official of the fifth rank, so she was very polite to speak like this to Sang Yan who had lost the title of concubine.
Sang Yan was flattered and didn't know what to say for a moment.
She didn't know yet that the emperor was not interested in women, the queen was not interested in the emperor's heart, it was just a fake thing, and all the people in the harem were looking for a real mistress.
The Shangyi Bureau is just optimistic about her.
"We also drew a few design drawings of clothes. Miss Sang, would you like to take a look?"
"No. I believe in your vision."
Sang Yan was so tired that she sat down on the soft couch, almost unable to maintain her posture.
Seeing this, Sun Shanggong didn't say anything more and immediately left with his men.
As soon as Sang Yan saw them turning around, she fell on the soft couch in a helpless manner.
It is not easy to be a noble person in this palace.
She closed her eyes and lay there for a while, then heard Qiuzhi say: "Miss, the emperor has sent a message for you to play chess."
fraud!
Playing chess is definitely a pretense!
Sang Yan had a clear idea in her heart, but she could not disobey the emperor's order, so she could only reluctantly get up and walk out.
Seeing that she was still wearing mourning clothes, Qiuzhi hurriedly stopped her and said, "Miss, the clothes have been sent, you'd better not wear mourning clothes. The emperor has already said he doesn't like it."
"It's his business if he doesn't like it."
Sang Yan frowned, thinking: The clothes bureau had just made the clothes, and the Dog Emperor sent her over. If she really wore the clothes he had made, it would look like she was going to seduce someone.
God knows she has no interest in him.
With this thought in mind, Sang Yan decided to go her own way.
Then she quickly regretted it.
Qingxin Hall
A place where the emperor used to relax and unwind.
When Sang Yan arrived, beautiful singers were playing the pipa and singing, and the dancers in cool clothes were twirling their skirts, as if large tracts of colorful flowers were blooming on the ground.
What a scene of singing and dancing.
This dog emperor is not allowed to have sex with women. In fact, he can't live without women, right?
While Sang Yan was complaining, he saw a dancer in red, whose sleeves were like flexible snakes trying to wrap around the emperor's neck.
But the emperor reacted quickly, grabbed the sleeves in time, secretly used force, and shattered the sleeves.
The red-clothed dancer didn't give up, took out the soft sword from her waist and stabbed her.
"Come here, escort me! Someone wants to kill the dog——"
Sang Yan almost shouted what she was thinking, so she quickly covered her mouth and hid behind a big stone pillar.
"Tyrant! Give back my sister's life——"
The red-dressed dancer was obviously cannon fodder. Before she could finish her words, the emperor held the tip of his sword, flicked his fingers, and received a blow in return. A bloody streak appeared on her pretty face.
The guards all rushed in at this time and captured her within two moves.
"Tyrant! Dog Emperor! You will not die a good death!"
The dancer in red was pushed to her knees by the guards, struggling hard and scolding her non-stop.
Sang Yan hid behind the stone pillar, watching this scene, sighing: The Dog Emperor is actually a practicing master. This is simply a child's play assassination.
"Come out."
He Ying looked at the person who was peeping behind the stone pillar - it turned out that Wen Jing was also an illusion, a rabbit that escaped.
So cute.
He wanted to laugh, but held it back, and deliberately said with a straight face: "You shouted for escort, but you hid far away. Sang Yan, you are so duplicitous, do you think you are guilty?"
"My daughter knows her crime."
Sang Yan knew that the emperor's assassination was a big deal, and everyone should rush forward to block the attack. She was hiding far away like this, but it was a good thing she was a woman, otherwise, if the emperor really cared about it, he would definitely not be able to gain favor.
Wait, the emperor has been in power for more than ten years and has been called a tyrant for only a day or two. Why was the emperor assassinated as soon as she came?
Sang Yan thought about the fate of the original owner, and felt that there was something fishy about the assassination, so she couldn't help but start a conspiracy theory: Someone could have done it to her, right?
Thinking about it, she knelt down and apologized: "Your Majesty, I really know that I am guilty. I know that I have a bad fate and still come close to the Emperor. I really deserve death. Fortunately, it did not cause a big disaster. Please rush to the Emperor immediately."
My daughter comes out—"
"Shut up!"
The more He Ying listened, the more wrong he became—this woman wanted to take the opportunity to leave the palace, right?
However, she was right about one thing - there must be someone behind this assassination!
Thinking of this, he stood up, walked over, looked down at the dancer in red, and shouted: "Tell me who ordered you, and I will spare your life!"
"Hahaha--"
The red-dressed dancer laughed wildly, until she burst into tears: "No one instigated you! You are cruel and murderous, and everyone will kill you! Dog Emperor, you killed my sister, and I am a ghost——"
"No! She's going to commit suicide!"
Sang Yan saw the determination in the red dancer's tearful eyes, but was too late to stop it.
Blood suddenly splattered.
The dancer in red took the guard's sword and cut herself with the sword.
"...I won't let you go..."
Her body fell.
Eyes wide open.
Never die with peace of mind.
Blood was flowing on the ground.
A dazzling red.
Sang Yan was born in a civilized and beautiful modern society. When she saw this scene for the first time, she was so frightened that she forgot to breathe.
Dead people!
A young girl!
Right in front of her!
This terrible feudal society!
Sang Yan's face turned pale, her vision went dark, her body went limp, and she fell down.