Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Qi Jinming felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his lips murmuring: "Emperor, brother emperor..."

He harbored resentment towards Emperor Qi Nian, hating him for taking away his beloved woman, so that when they met, they could only have secret meetings;

He also resented the Queen Mother's favoritism, knowing that the emperor was at fault first, but in order to appease the criticism of the ministers, she took the decision without authorization and married the minister's daughter to him as the princess.

But Qi Jinchao, the royal brother, could not bear any resentment.

When he was young, he was the best prince, and when he was young, he was the most courageous general. He was upright and aloof.

An ordinary prince like him could only stand behind the crowd and look up at him being praised.

but now……

Qi Jinming suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth: "I wonder why brother Huang came to the palace today?"

"Of course the Queen Mother summoned me."

Qi Jinchao said coldly, raised his feet and turned around to leave.

Behind him, Qi Jinming sneered and stared at the man's sleeves: "Brother, can you explain to me, what is the bright thing on your sleeve?"

Sleeve bling?

Qi Jinchao was stunned, raised his hand to see clearly, and opened his eyes slightly.

A delicate and small pearl earring was hooked on the tassel on his sleeve at some point, and was swinging triumphantly under his surprised gaze.

He pinched this small earring, his face turning blue and white.

How did the earrings catch the tassel on his sleeves?

This is clearly...

Qi Jinchao clenched her teeth bitterly: Where did she get so much thought? !

If you have so many thoughts and focus on business, you will definitely become a high-ranking female official in the palace.

As a result, now she spends the whole day thinking about getting close to him, which is a waste of her ability.

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be a woman's jewelry?"

Qi Jinming smiled and said, "How come this little thing appears on Brother Huang?"

In Weiguo, all the people in the palace were the emperor's women. Although it was wrong for him to have a secret meeting with Qiao Wu, Qi's current situation was not much better.

Regardless of whether the person he comes into contact with is a female official or a palace maid, they are all the emperor's women and are equally guilty.

Qi Jinzhao hesitated for a moment, then put the earrings into his girdle. After hearing Qi Jinming's question, his face turned pale:

"Are you questioning this king?"

Qi Jinming's smile froze slightly, and he had to lower his head due to his intimidation: "How could it be? It's just curiosity."

"Then I will give you a piece of advice," Qi Jinchao glanced at him, "Stop your curiosity."

The emperor has been quite wary of him recently, and the royalists are trying to catch him everywhere, so he cannot act rashly.

I don’t know when Brother Huang will be able to let down his guard.

Qi Jinchao sighed in his heart, no longer looked at Qi Jinming, whose expression changed drastically, and turned to leave.

*

Fengtian Palace.

In the main hall, Jingfeng held the sandalwood box in his hand, carefully avoided the scrolls spread on the floor, and saluted:

"Master Imperial Master, what you ordered has been completed."

Jing Rong was sitting behind the desk. When he heard the movement, he looked away from the scroll. His usually cold and ice-like gaze showed a rare fluctuation.

"bring here."

Jingfeng avoided the scroll, placed the wooden box on the desk, and glanced at the scroll from the corner of his eye.

In the scroll, the beauty has black hair like clouds, snowy skin and red lips, and the crimson tear mole at the end of the eye adds an unspeakable charm.

In the scrolls all over the floor, beauties are standing or sitting, looking at the people outside the painting with the corners of their lips slightly raised, their eyes as charming as silk.

The master's painting skills are still as superb as ever.

Jingfeng sighed and looked away.

Jingrong took the wooden box and opened it with his fingertips, revealing the thin mask inside.

"Following your Lord's instructions, I hired the most skilled craftsmen to make this mask. It is extremely lifelike when worn, and there will be no flaws."

"very good."

Jingrong raised his eyes: "Go find Jiaotang."

Jiaotang was originally the daughter of a wealthy man, but her family fell into decline and she ended up living in a brothel.

Fortunately, she had a beautiful face and won the favor of the imperial master. With Jing Rong's connivance, her temperament returned to its previous arrogance.

She followed the convulsions to the main hall and complained softly: "Why are you so anxious, sir? You don't allow me to dress up."

Jingrong waved, her face turned slightly red, and she leaned over obediently: "Sir..."

The mask was so thin that it seemed like it would tear with just a little force. Jingrong picked it up gently and put it on Jiaotang's face.

"grown ups?"

Jiaotang was a little panicked and couldn't help but cry out, turning her face to avoid it.

Jing Rong controlled her movements, put the mask on gently but forcefully, looked at it for a moment and then let go.

Jingfeng glanced quietly and sighed:

He is indeed the most skilled craftsman, and the result is exactly the same when he puts it on. Those who don’t know better think it is Jiang Xinlian.

Jiaotang raised her hand and touched it, then looked at the man in panic: "Sir, what is this?"

Jing Rong frowned slightly: "The eyes are wrong."

"What, what look?"

Jiaotang couldn't understand the current situation and wanted to seek comfort in confusion.

Unexpectedly, Jingrong coldly asked her to take off her mask and then motioned for her to leave, completely lacking the patience of the past.

Jingfeng didn't know why, so he said cautiously: "Are you not satisfied, sir?"

It's obviously very realistic, but if someone who doesn't know the situation is allowed to come in, they won't be able to tell the truth from the false.

Jing Rong picked up the scroll again, as if feeling regretful: "Only her eyes are worthy of such a face."

The natural charm, the danger inadvertently flowing out of the eyebrows, the eyes without a trace of timidity.

"It's better to have her."