Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven: 10 Li Red Makeup (10)

Keep her?

When she becomes a real "temptress that brings disaster to the country" and everyone in the world wants to eat her blood and flesh?

Huijun said nothing, her watery eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Huijun didn't want to believe such a beautiful promise, but her heart betrayed her reason in an instant.

Jiang Pengji added, "I said, this is a very fair transaction. I invested in you, expended energy, so that you can enjoy all the glory and wealth, and achieve success, and you help me achieve my goal. After that, I will naturally I also have the responsibility to keep you safe.”

Because of Jiang Pengji's promise, the barrage in the live broadcast room changed to a different style.

Before, they were all licking Huijun's beautiful face, but now they are shouting 666 to Jiang Pengji.

[Drunken White Snake Soup]: Su Su Su Su Su Su Zha Tian, ​​host, do you still lack someone in your harem? Someone who went to college and can write code?

[I love the great god Yun Ji]: The anchor is really into 6 and has a broad mind. I feel like I am conquered by her even through the screen.

[Years are passing by at the fingertips]: # covering face, I feel the same way. The anchor clearly wasn't flirting, but he always felt like he was being flirted with.

[Linglong Secret Lock]: Although I think the anchor is just strictly fulfilling the content of the transaction contract, it is really cool.

[Doraemon]: Hey, throughout the ages, there are many people who have used women as tyrants and then burned bridges after achieving their goals. They should all learn from the anchors. Thinking about the ugly appearance of those guys blaming the beauty for the trouble, I still choose the anchor.

The money and goods are settled, the transaction is fair, the interests of both parties are guaranteed, and the contract is abided by. The style of painting feels so fresh.

Of course, among the 150,000 live broadcast viewers, there are always people who dislike Jiang Pengji.

[I Want to Become an Immortal]: #pick nose, promises that are not fulfilled are just bullshit. Who knows how she will burn bridges in the future.

[A pair of chopsticks]: Why, Su Zhaotian, I feel so embarrassed that I am about to get cancer. I just feel disgusting and contrived. Only a fool would believe it.

[Three Squirrel Snacks]: Just because you guys can’t do it, doesn’t mean the host can’t do it either. I'll give it back to you in one sentence. What the anchor said is a promise, but are your malicious speculations true? His face is as big as a basin! I don’t know the anchor Su Busu, but I know she is very responsible and broad-minded. Also, a man who dares to point his sword at the throne cannot even protect a woman?

Huijun didn’t know that there were viewers watching the live broadcast.

She didn't know their comments, and she was not a fool, but she still chose to believe them.

"You have said so, then I will wait in Shangyang Palace for your husband to arrive in person."

Before that, she wanted to live well and live more freely than anyone else.

"good."

Jiang Pengji took a closer look at Huijun's appearance.

Those cards do not take effect instantly. There is a period of buffering in between, and they gradually change based on the user's original appearance. The first ones to take effect are temperament cards and local fine-tuning cards. Now Huijun has the ability to make every move. She has an alluring and mysterious aura, and her eyes are also attractively deep and seductive. If you are not prepared, you will easily be attracted to her.

"You cover your appearance with a curtain for the time being. When my concubine and Mr. Wuma get along well, you can then look for opportunities and wait for the opportunity."

Huijun nodded, "I will keep this in mind."

As long as he hooks Wuma Jun firmly and wins his favor, Huijun doesn't believe that he won't find a chance to get close to the emperor.

Jiang Pengji thought of a certain detail and mentioned it to Huijun so that she would not be harmed if she violated a taboo in the future.

"Your appearance is very similar to that of Bai Yueguang in the emperor's heart. Make good use of this. It may become a weapon for you. It would be great if you could replace that Bai Yueguang." Jiang Pengji smiled coldly and said to Huijun, "Of course, you don't need to deliberately imitate that person's words and deeds. After all, substitutes can never replace the original. Only by becoming another Bai Yueguang, the beloved one, can you gradually eliminate everything that your predecessor left in the emperor's heart. How to do this specifically? , you are so smart, just take care of it yourself.”

"Bai Yueguang?"

Huijun was puzzled and didn't understand what this word meant.

"The sweetheart is the sweetheart that you ask for but can't get. In other words, you have already got it, but you have to give it up for some reason."

Huijun opened her eyes in surprise.

In the hearts of the common people, the emperor is the most omnipotent person in the world. Is there actually someone in this world that the emperor cannot ask for?

"By the way, after you enter the palace, remember to secretly search for 'Wang', the late Wang Guifei. She is the biological mother of the fourth prince, Wuma Jun."

Huijun kept these in mind silently.

She tilted her head, with confusion in her eyes, "I wonder what kind of temper the emperor has in his heart for 'White Moonlight'?"

Jiang Pengji thought for a while and said, "She is probably the kind of weak woman who can't breathe without a man."

"I understand."

Since Bai Yueguang is a fairy daughter who is as gentle as water, she will take the bold and bold route and become a seductive enchantress.

After taking care of Huijun's affairs for the time being, she looked through her small treasury and picked out a lot of good things to make Xunmei's dowry.

While he was making the list, Ta Xue opened the door slightly outside the house, bowed and said, "Mr. Sir, the second lady wants to see you."

Second lady? That concubine?

Jiang Pengji frowned. She searched through Liu Xi's memories and could only find a vague young figure.

Although they lived in the same house, Liu Xi had almost zero contact with this concubine. Jiang Pengji had not seen her since she came here. Later, she went to Langya to study, and she had never met the legendary second wife of the Liu family.

"Let her in."

Jiang Pengji tidied the table, and soon, there were light footsteps and the sound of clothes rustling behind the screen.

When she saw the face of this concubine sister, she smiled suddenly.

She finally understood what Liu She was thinking, why he had to marry this concubine sister to Wu Ma Jun.

"Sit down, we are a family, don't be restrained."

Jiang Pengji said casually, and the second lady sat down as she said, looking at Jiang Pengji for a long time without speaking, her eyes were timid, as if she was bullied, the two looked at each other, and neither of them wanted to break the silence first.

Finally, it was this concubine sister who couldn't help it.

She twisted her handkerchief nervously and bit her lower lip secretly, "Xi'er, I came here today... to ask for something."

"What is it?"

"I'm about to marry into the royal family, but my birth mother still has no status..."

Jiang Pengji interrupted her and said, "Then what?"

"Can Xi'er write a letter to my father? My identity is quite embarrassing in the mansion... If I marry into the royal family with strict rules, someone will use my birth mother's affairs to poke my lungs, and my father and Xi'er will also lose face, right?"

Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes and looked at this concubine.

Whether these words are true or false, whether there is some truth or some falseness, Jiang Pengji can't hide them from her eyes at all.

"You can marry into the royal family because of your father's status. What does it have to do with your birth mother? Is it important whether she has a status in the mansion?" Fried Mushrooms Say_(:3」∠)_Originally, it was scheduled to be updated at 10 o'clock in the morning, but I accidentally posted it because of my shaking hands