"You... don't play tricks here!"
The daughters who huddled beside Mu Qiulan breathed out, pointed at the girl and scolded angrily.
For a second, they were still enjoying the flattery and flattery of everyone.
In the next second, it became like a plague, an existence that could not be avoided.
Lady Xuannv said that that bitch Ye Qingluo is dead!
It was killed by Lord Emperor Zun himself!
The person in front of him is absolutely impossible to be Ye Qingluo!
Someone must be playing tricks!
Hear Qianjin's angry reprimand.
Mu Qiulan also recovered from the shock.
She froze her cold body and held her hands tightly.
A pair of beautiful eyes stared at the girl without blinking.
She took a deep breath, tried her best to keep her voice calm, and said word by word: "Who are you? What is the purpose of pretending to be Mrs. Emperor?"
"She must not be Ye...not the Emperor's Madam! Even Lord Emperor Zun can be impersonated, let alone the Emperor's Madam!"
"Someone must have known the news that Mrs. Di is dead, and deliberately came to impersonate Mrs. Emperor!"
The daughter beside her also immediately echoed.
Everyone was silent.
Most people hope that what Mu Qiulan and the others said is true...
If the person in front of him is pretending to be the emperor's wife.
Their act of hugging their thighs just now can still be saved.
but…
Reason and intuition tell them clearly.
The girl in red in front of me...
Not fake.
"Ah… "
A chuckle came from under the veil.
The girl's eyebrows were raised, and her long and narrow eyes outlined a charming arc.
Brilliant and unparalleled, peerless elegance.
Every move, every smile, every frown, is endlessly enchanting.
She moved slightly, step by step, approaching Mu Qiulan.
The people around quickly moved away to make way for an aisle.
Seeing the girl approaching her, Mu Qiulan was so stiff that she couldn't move at all.
The muscles all over his body were tense as if they were about to explode.
There was a look of fear in his eyes.
"You...what do you want to do! If you dare to do something to this mysterious girl, the Emperor and the Emperor will not let you go..." Mu Qiulan's voice was trembling.
Ye Qingluo slightly hooked her lower lip: "With this little courage, how dare you make up random things and play with people's hearts?"
"What nonsense... what this Xuannv said is true! You impostor, you pretend to be the emperor's wife, what kind of heart do you have?" Up to now, Mu Qiulan is still clinging to her dream.
Ye Qingluo approached Mu Qiulan slightly, causing Mu Qiulan to stagger back a few steps in shock.
Tension due to body stiffness and tension.
This large movement made her unable to stand still and fell to the ground.
Several thousand gold immediately screamed to help her up.
Ye Qingluo squinted at her contemptuously, his eyes filled with mockery: "So... Xuannv thinks, why should I be at ease?"
Mu Qiulan gave a "gudong" and swallowed her saliva, the panic and fear in her eyes were obvious.
"Huh? If Xuannv has something to say, just say it straight, I'll listen." Ye Qingluo smiled lightly.
Mu Qiulan's face was pale, and under those pupils that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, she suddenly screamed, hugged her head, squatted on the ground, and howled loudly.
It seemed that the psychological defense line was completely defeated.
Ye Qingluo let out a snort, and slowly moved away from Mu Qiulan.
And at this time...
Nesting in Lang Lixuan's arms, Tang Beiyuan, who lowered her head and remained motionless, stared at the red figure in a daze, with a little joy in her eyes.
"Lord, mistress..."
The corner of Tang Beiyuan's mouth also raised into a smile, she pushed Lang Lixuan away, and greeted Ye Qingluo.