All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Wang Huai stood behind the screen, listening to what Lord Liang said, he broke into a cold sweat, and waved to Fu Haidao.

"Go and ask Lord Fang to come over, quickly."

The Minister of Rites Fang Zheng has a close relationship with Lord Liang, so it would be most appropriate to ask him to collect the body.

If you come later, you can only pick up corpses from the mass grave.

Wang Huai planned to give this favor to the Minister of Rites for free, just to make friends with him.

"Yes, godfather, I will go find Master Fang now."

Fu Hai dropped the broom in his hand and ran away.

Inside the palace.

Bu Ji got up from the emperor, walked around the pearl curtain, and came in front of Liang Xing.

Liang Xing looked at the girl who was approaching him step by step. His body straightened up, and a light suddenly lit up in his eyes. He was surprised and happy.

The girl in front of me was wearing a simple and elegant lake-colored palace dress. She had a slender and graceful figure, a small and delicate face, lively and charming eyes, and pink and rosy lips.

The scene of her meeting him wearing a veil appeared in his eyes. She was also so simple and beautiful.

Under the willow tree by the pond, she snuggled up to him, and the two of them were extremely happy just chatting about a painting and a poem.

But now, in the hall, he was kneeling and she was standing.

"Master Liang."

Bu Ji opened his mouth and looked down at him.

Liang Xing was overjoyed, she really had not forgotten him. He wanted to stand up, but heard the girl in front of him shouting in panic.

“Get down on your knees!”

"When did I ask you to stand up?"

Get up? Why do you want to get up? The emperor is still sitting there. He doesn't want to live anymore.

Liang Xing knelt down slowly again, his dark eyes revealing a reluctance to believe. She had never been so domineering before, always smiling and gentle.

He didn't know what to call her for a moment. Miss Bu? Lady Bu? Gillian?

"Your Majesty, this scroll is a fake that I gave to His Royal Highness Prince Yu. The token of love that Lord Liang gave to his beloved woman should be the original."

"I am not the woman he wants to marry."

Bu Ji turned around and looked at Li Ji who was sitting on the high seat, but he couldn't see the expression on his face through the bead curtain.

As she spoke to herself, Liang Xing, who was kneeling beside her, turned pale and looked at the scroll in his arms with confusion.

Did he admit his mistake?

"Oh?"

Li Ji opened his thin lips and spoke half-believingly through the beaded curtain.

"Liu Wufu was a great painter, but this is a fake. Why don't you destroy it?"

Bu Ji felt distressed and looked at the scroll in Liang Xing's arms.

The original work was worth a fortune, enough to buy a three-story house in the eastern suburbs. It is really painful to see it destroyed.

Liang Xing noticed the reluctance on her face and the hesitation in her eyes, and became more certain that she was the masked woman with whom he had a pledge of love.

She also doesn't want to destroy the token of their love, right?

"No."

"This is the token of our love. There is only one copy in the world."

Other people's tokens of love are either hairpins, sachets, jade pendants or wooden combs, but he used his most beloved scroll as a token of love. It is precious because it is unique.

When Bu Ji heard this, he instantly became clear-headed.

Suddenly he bent down, snatched the scroll from his hand, grasped one end of the scroll with one hand, and swung it hard, and the whole painting unfolded.

With a loud bang, she tore the scroll apart with both hands, and a beautiful painting was instantly split into two.

The person sitting on the dragon throne seemed to laugh out loud, and the laughter was chilling and chilling, passing through the layers of bead curtains and making people more afraid.

Liang Xing stared at the torn scroll on the ground, picked it up and held it in his palm.

He was not angry, but smiled at Bu Ji and said.

"It can still be stuck together. I know you are doing this for my own good."

Destroying the painting cannot destroy the affection between them.

When this scroll of paintings was gone, he would give her a new one, a better one, one that she liked more.

“How could you do this!?”

Bu Ji pursed her lips and looked at him angrily.

This guy is simply the originator of love-brain. Even after she did this, he still smiled at her foolishly.

He doesn't want to live, but she still wants to live.

"Your Majesty, the fake has been destroyed. I have proven my innocence."

Bu Ji took a step forward, deliberately keeping a distance from Liang Xing who was kneeling behind him.

It is not too late for him to stay away from her now and treat it as a misunderstanding, so that he can save his life.

Li Ji leaned lazily and casually on the dragon throne, stretched out his hand, passed through the bead curtain, and hooked his finger at her.

"My dear, come here."

Bu Ji felt like a pet cat or dog, being called by him and hit wherever he was pointed.

The corner of her mouth twitched, as if she was smiling bitterly.

Liang Xing suddenly stretched out his hand, but just before he was about to grab the hem of her skirt, he pulled his hand back and blocked her way with words.

"This scroll is considered fake."

"But I have brought with me the letters that I used to exchange with Noble Lady Bu. I hope Your Majesty will grant us both our blessing."

Neither humble nor arrogant, but sonorous and powerful.

Prince Yu had told him a long time ago that when he saw Concubine Bu, there was still toad blood on her elbow, which meant that the emperor had never touched her.

There were precedents in all dynasties that emperors could give unfavored concubines and concubines to ministers and royal princes.

Since she was not favored, he would take her away from this lonely and cold palace.

When the previous emperor was alive, he gave his father a golden medal of immunity from death. Now this golden medal of immunity from death is in his hands, but the new emperor does not know about it.

Bu Ji tilted her head with a question mark on her face. She now suspected that this Liang Xing might have been sent by Cui Lihua to set a trap for her.

Li Ji was about to let the matter go, but he still held on to it and refused to let go. He had to lose his head.

"You don't want your head anymore?"

she blurted out.

Liang Xing smiled with relief. At this critical moment, he could still have such a bright smile on his face. He should see a brain doctor.

"You really do miss me."

The corners of his mouth couldn't suppress the tenderness and sweetness that could not be melted by his clear voice.

Bu Ji looked at him and chuckled silently twice. When people are furious, they especially want to smile.

"I am really too kind."

Liang Xing nodded, staring at her intently, pleased no matter how he looked at her, and agreed with what she said.

"Of course, you are the kindest woman in the world."

He would never forget that when they first met, she was dressed as a man and dared to teach a bully who bullied women a lesson in the street alone.

He did not approach him to talk to him at that time, but just thought that he was a chivalrous and brave hero.

After parting on the street, she and he went into a restaurant together. She would give money to beggars and orphans in the temple, and she would just laugh it off even if the waiter spilled tea on her clothes.

After a while, she went up to the private room on the second floor, changed into a silk dress and put on a veil, looking like a completely different person.

He could recognize her because no matter what she wore, she always had a faint scent of pomegranate flowers.

Hearing the voice, Bu Ji didn't even turn his head. He flicked his sleeves, ignored him, and continued walking up the stairs.

I really don’t know why “Bu Ji” fell in love with Liang Xing. He is so stupid, even more stupid than Li Ji.

Liang Xing took out a thick stack of letters from his arms. The papers were slightly yellowed, and each letter was wrapped in Xiangyun gauze.

In the capital, one ingot of gold was worth one foot of Xiangyunsha, which he used as a ** bag.

It's not that he has too much money and nowhere to spend it, but these letters are the only things he has used to express his feelings in the past two years. After repeated rubbing, they are bound to fade. Only the soft texture of Xiangyunsha can protect the ink on the letters.