Diary of the Female Emperor

The night was shrouded, and Fengyuechang Street was dimly lit.

Here gathers most of the prosperous capital of the holy capital, tens of thousands of beauties, singing and dancing, all kinds of rare treasures, everything, it is a paradise for the rich, drunk gold fans, can eliminate any heroism.

Listening to the perfume pavilion stands in the center of Fengyue Chang Street. It covers a vast area and is prosperous. It is the first brothel of Fengyuechang Street.

The secret of listening to the perfume pavilion is very simple, that is, the beauty, it has the most beautiful women that no brothel in the city can match. Catch a girl at random, maybe she can't sing, maybe she can't chant poems and paint, but she must be beautiful!

There may be men who do not like singing and dancing, but there is absolutely no man who does not like beautiful women.

Of course beautiful girls are worthy, but in this holy city, the most indispensable is the high-rollers who spend big money. With such a big gold sucking hole, the annual profit has reached jaw-dropping levels.

The mysterious and beautiful Mu Qiluo in the Eighth Prince's Mansion is the owner behind the perfume shop. With this level of identity, no one dares to make trouble here, and no one even dares to collect taxes.

For decades, relying on the huge wealth earned by listening to perfume pavilion, Mu Qiluo has long established a huge underground intelligence network in every corner of the holy capital.

In the evening, after she was frivolous by Zhang Tian while listening to the perfume hall and issued a search order, only half an hour later, a list and portraits and other information appeared on her desk.

"Zhang Tian, ​​half-step emperor."

Sitting on a chair made of thousand-year-old red sandalwood, Mu Qiluo frowned. She did not expect that the person who insulted herself would be in the holy capital Zhang Tian. This person's power is far more terrifying than the ordinary half-step emperor. . No wonder this person has no scruples about the Eighth Prince, this is definitely not a figure the Eighth Prince dares to offend.

"What? Is there any trouble? As long as you are willing to owe me a favor, I can help you solve it."

Feng Wang Baiyu did not know when he appeared in the corner of the room, with a playful look in his eyes.

Mu Qiluo said flatly: "Okay, kill Zhang Tian for me, it doesn't matter how many favors you want."

"Zhang Tian? That half-step emperor? It is said that he also killed the Black Dragon Demon Emperor. I am afraid he is a quasi-emperor-level powerhouse. Even the prince may not be his opponent. How could you provoke those characters? Don't be foolish."

Bai Yu was speechless for a while, and his originally casual expression became tense.

Mu Qiluo showed a touch of disdain, spitting out in her palms, and directly shattered the list to ashes, and said coldly: "Hmph, even if it is a quasi-emperor, it is necessary for him to pay the price for me!"

Having said that, the scene of Zhang Tian's wanton and frivolousness still hovered in her mind, lingering, making her mind confused, and feeling a little at a loss for the first time in her life.

"Sect Master, a visitor from the Eighth Prince's Mansion, he said that you should go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion immediately.

A cool voice from a beautiful maidservant came from outside the door.

"I know."

Mu Qiluo rubbed her eyebrows, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid it's the witness who has entered Beijing. Damn it. At this critical juncture, the Eighth Prince can't collapse."

Bai Yu said coldly: "The Eighth Prince is just a reckless man. Without your planning, there would be today's climate. It is already the limit to be able to persist until now. I advise you to get out in time."

Mu Qiluo put on the veil and said in deep thought, "It should be broken."

The Eighth Prince's Mansion, Mu Qiluo was late to arrive, and as expected, the Eighth Prince was furious, and most of the porcelain in the house was smashed.

"Qiro, see Your Highness."

Mu Qiluo stood in an inconspicuous corner and said flatly.

"It's over, it's all over. The witnesses have arrived at Dali Temple, and the presiding trial will be determined tomorrow. King Jinghai is already in danger, and this prince is completely defeated."

The eighth prince sat on the chair in despair, completely devoid of the prestige of the past.

Mu Qiluo said: "If Your Highness really gave up, I'm afraid I won't call Qiluo over, right?"

The eighth prince's complaint came to an abrupt end, and he said solemnly: "Now that things have happened, do you have any way to change things?"

Mu Qiluo whispered: "Turning things around is not counted, but it must be better than the wasteful ideas of His Highness's men. If Qiluo's expectation is not bad, those people want your Highness to work hard to win the presiding judge, right?"

The eighth prince nodded and sighed, "I am afraid there is only one way to go. But this matter is not easy. Everyone knows that the prince is close to King Jinghai, how can my father let me be the presiding judge? ."

Mu Qiluo said: "If your Royal Highness really becomes the presiding judge, then King Jinghai is in danger. On the contrary, if your Highness elects the Seventh Prince to be the presiding judge, Qiluo may have a plan to turn things around!"

"Really, what strategy?"

The Eighth Prince seemed to have grasped the last straw, and asked with excitement.

Mu Qiluo said: "His Royal Highness still doesn't know the specific strategy. Qiluo can handle all of them on behalf of His Highness, but there is one request. I hope that His Highness will grant you permission."

"What request?"

Mu Qiluo looked straight into the eyes of the Eighth Prince, and said calmly: "I want to see Prince Nanmao."

The pupils of the eighth prince suddenly dilated. He was trusted by the emperor for his battle in Nanmao decades ago. He went out with his car and knew more inside information than Xueyihou.

The so-called spy report is actually just an excuse. The real reason lies with Prince Nanmao. This man's talent is too amazing. He seems to be the reincarnation of an invincible powerhouse, breaking through to the half-step emperor realm at a very fast speed. In order to stifle this hidden danger, this is an excuse to send Nanmao to suppress Prince Nanmao himself, and to explore his secrets, he has been imprisoned deep in the dungeon.

Now Mu Qiluo actually asked to see Prince Nanmao, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the Eighth Prince.

Mu Qiluo said solemnly: "The battle for the throne is the winner and the loser. Since the Eighth Prince has embarked on this path, he can only choose to move forward. Nanzhao may not be your enemy."

She is betting that the eighth prince’s desire for the throne exceeds the safety of the national community. Prince Nanmao is a killer that is a hundred times more terrifying than the king of wind, Baiyu, and there are thousands of Nanmao survivors behind him. If they can help, win After ten Jinghai Kings, this is a huge temptation.

"Mu Qiluo... the water and trees become a forest. It turns out that the forest king among the four heavenly kings of the Southern Marsh Wind and Fire Forest Mountain has always been hidden by this prince. No wonder you are deliberately asking this prince to release the wind king Bai Yu.

The eighth prince understood everything in an instant, and he slumped in a chair, silent for a long time, and said quietly: "I can show you Prince Nanmao, but this is the last time, and it only ends here!", ....

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