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Chapter 477: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 10

Wei Yingluo pushed Fu Heng away fiercely, her words were icy: "Fu Heng! I tell you, I, Wei Yingluo, have only one wish, which is to avenge my sister. Revenge is the most important thing in my life! No man, no love, I don't care! From today on, get as far away from me as you can!"

Fu Heng stumbled a few steps before he could stand firm. His heart felt like it was being pinched hard, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe. He looked at the woman he loved deeply. The tenderness and gentleness she once had disappeared, replaced by a coldness that kept people at a distance.

"Yingluo, I know you are suffering and hateful, but..."

"But what?" Wei Yingluo interrupted him with a mocking smile on her lips.

"Fu Heng, you know nothing! You don't understand what I've been through! Who do you think you are to dictate my life?"

Fu Heng was stung by her words. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. Yes, what qualifications did he have? He was just a high and mighty Fu Cha guard, and she was a humble maid who was demoted to Xinzheku. He didn't even have the ability to protect her.

"Yingluo, I'm just worried about you. I'm afraid you..." Fu Heng's voice lowered with a barely perceptible tremor.

"What are you afraid of me for? Are you afraid of my revenge? Are you afraid that I will kill those who killed your sister?" Wei Yingluo approached step by step, her tone sharp, "Fu Heng, I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of anything! I've already risked my life! I will make those people pay with blood!"

Under the moonlight, Wei Yingluo's eyes flashed with madness, like a goddess of vengeance crawling out of hell, exuding a dangerous aura. Fu Heng's heart sank suddenly, he knew that he could no longer stop her.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Fu Heng took a deep breath, suppressed his heartache, and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped again, turned his back to Wei Yingluo, and spoke in a low voice.

"Yingluo, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

Wei Yingluo didn't say anything, but just stared at his back coldly until he disappeared into the night. Then she slowly squatted down and buried her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The air in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with the aroma of ambergris, mixed with the sweet scent of powder, interweaving into an intoxicating and ambiguous atmosphere.

Qianlong lazily leaned on the dragon couch covered with golden cushions, wearing a bright yellow suit with a slightly open collar, revealing his honey-colored skin. He held a string of agarwood bracelets in his hand, fiddling with them from time to time, but his eyes fell on Erqing, who was dancing not far away.

She was wearing a light pink gauze dress today, with a slender waist. She spun and jumped lightly to the rhythm of the music, like a beautiful butterfly flying among the flowers. Under the candlelight, her fair skin was radiant, her big watery eyes were full of brilliance, and her eyes and eyebrows were full of charm.

After the dance, Er Qing bowed down and said in a tender voice, "Your Majesty, did I dance well?"

Qianlong put on a playful smile, put down the bracelet in his hand, and stretched out his hand to her: "My beloved concubine, you have worked hard. Come to my side quickly."

Er Qing smiled shyly, stood up, walked to the dragon bed, and snuggled into Qianlong's arms.

Qianlong's fingers gently stroked Erqing's cheek, his eyes blurred and a little drunk: "My beloved concubine, you are so beautiful in this dress today."

Er Qing patted his hand coquettishly and said delicately, "Your Majesty always makes fun of me. How can I be as good as your Majesty says?"

Qianlong said, pulling Erqing into his arms and letting her sit on his lap: "I am speaking from the heart."

Er Qing leaned on his chest, her slender jade fingers drawing circles on his chest, breathing sweetly: "Your Majesty, do you like me like this?"

"I like it, I like it very much..." Qianlong was so aroused by her that he lowered his head to kiss her red lips and sucked them...

The palace maids and eunuchs outside the palace heard the noise inside and tactfully slowed down their footsteps and lowered their heads, wishing they could become deaf and blind and unable to see or hear anything.

The next morning, in the Queen's bedroom, all the concubines paid their respects to the Queen Fu Cha Rong Yin one by one. Concubine Gao sat elegantly on the side, and her gorgeous makeup could not cover the faint dark circles under her eyes, obviously she did not rest well last night.

Er Qing arrived late. She was wearing a light purple cheongsam with delicate orchids embroidered on the collar and cuffs, which set off her skin as white as snow and as delicate as a drop of water.

There was a faint blush on her face, and her eyes were full of spring color. It was obvious that she was particularly radiant after enjoying the love last night.

"Your concubine pays respects to Her Majesty the Queen. May Her Majesty be blessed with good health." Er Qing bowed slightly, her voice soft but she could not hide her pride.

Empress Fucha Rongyin sat at the top, wearing a plain phoenix robe and only a few simple pearl hairpins on her head, which made her look more dignified, beautiful, gentle and generous.

She looked at Er Qing who had arrived late, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Sister, please get up quickly, no need to be polite."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Er Qing stood up, but caught a glimpse of Concubine Gao sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye, and a hint of subtle provocation flashed in her eyes.

Today, Concubine Gao was wearing a bright red Manchu dress, with her hair covered with gold and silver jewelry, which made her look very noble. She was originally beautiful, but now her face was a little gloomy, and there was a bit of anger in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and it was obvious that she was in a bad mood.

"Oh, isn't this Concubine Yue? Why are you late today? Are you too tired from serving the Emperor and got up late?" Concubine Gao said in a weird tone, her voice full of sarcasm.

Er Qing covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes moving with a bit of feigned fatigue: "Sister, you are joking. It is naturally a blessing for me to serve the emperor, but..." She paused slightly and lowered her eyes in feigned shyness.

"Your Majesty is very strong and energetic. I am a concubine with such a weak constitution that I cannot bear it."

These words were so explicit that most of the concubines present blushed with shame, and the more timid ones had already quietly lowered their heads.

Concubine Gao was so angry that her face turned blue. She was a straightforward person and could not stand such provocation. She was about to lose her temper immediately.

But just as she was about to speak, Jiapin beside her gently pulled her sleeve. Jiapin shook her head at her, signaling her not to be impulsive.

Concubine Gao took a deep breath and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She just glared at Er Qing fiercely, with a look as if she wanted to eat her alive.

The queen always had a faint smile on her face, as if she didn't care about the farce in front of her. She just took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Okay, let's talk less. The most important thing in the harem is harmony."