Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 27: Meeting on a narrow road

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Half an hour later, Meng Fuyao's skirt was tied to his waist, sneaking out of the skylight of the clean room.

Just now, in the toilet, next to the toilet, Meng Fuyao cried out to the only two audience members, "a miserable woman who sought her husband for thousands of miles but was forced to be a concubine in the palace. She was pregnant and was tortured by the prince and would be aborted. Meng Fuyao interprets this story very well, full of emotions and vivid narration, and the plot is meticulously portrayed to the utmost. The tragedy of her husband’s disappearance, the misery of trekking with pregnancy, the misery of being taken into the palace, The torture of the bad male protagonist and the pain of the poor concubine were manifested vividly, causing the two listeners of this story to burst into tears and immediately volunteered to help her out of the clutches.

So one of the court ladies sat on the bucket instead of her, and the other calmly went out to reply to the urging Zhan Beiye, "Madam has a bad stomach, come later."

I have heard of the maidservant in the **** drama and the male protagonist facing the domestic violence case. Naturally, the look and tone of the male protagonist are a bit strange. The male protagonist naturally feels a little strange. Before I knew it, I had been dubbed the peerless name of "robbing people's girls and forcing abortion".

Meng Fuyao, who corrupted the reputation of others, naturally had no conscious of repentance. After crawling out of the rear window, he ran all the way, hiding at the sight of people, drilling at the door, and quickly out of the scope of Qingyun Temple, but left. After a long time, Meng Fuyao found that all the palaces were similar, but the front entrance could not be found.

She was lost.

Looking at the vacant palace in front of him, Meng Fuyao squatted on the ground and pulled his hair, secretly scolding Taiyuan Palace for not following the rules. Based on her previous experience in history and archaeology, the Imperial City Sanzhong, centered on the main hall, Walk straight out along Qingyun Hall and you can walk out of the palace gate, but now it seems that she has come to the inner palace.

She is now wearing court ladies’ clothes. The two court ladies have prepared to change clothes in the clean room. They lent her to wear a set. There was no questioning at the moment. Meng Fuyao was planning to find a low-ranking **** to ask. On the road, I suddenly heard a familiar fragrance, coming from a corner of a corridor.

The scent is very familiar, like peony mixed with peony, combined with the best borneol, Meng Fuyao sniffed carefully, his face suddenly changed.

This seems to be the fragrance often used by Pei Yuan!

Meng Fuyao yelled secretly, turned around and wanted to avoid it. Behind him, there was a red figure on the corner of the corridor. There was another person beside him. He smiled as he walked, "The county chief went to the palace. , The old slave will show you the way."

"No need." It was Pei Yuan's cold and arrogant tone. She said calmly and calmly, "If you don't need to go personally, you can call a maid."

Meng Fuyao cried secretly in his heart. After trying to hide himself into a bunch of flowers and trees with his back stiff, he just moved, and Chief Jin was already yelling behind him, "Hey, come here!"

Meng Fuyao stayed where he was, and in a flash, thousands of thoughts turned in his heart, to escape or not to escape? If she escapes, her true anger has been sealed by the **** Zhan Beiye, she can't run far, don't run, and is recognized by Pei Yuan. Seeing that she is not dead, she will immediately guess that the disfigurement on her face was caused by her. At that time, she thought it would not be easy to die well.

Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and hated himself why he wanted to escape now. Although Zhan Beiye confined her freedom, at least it won't hurt her life. It's better now, it's hard to save her life.

Such a hesitation, looking at Pei Yuan’s eyes, it has already aroused her anger, and her eyes outside the veil became cold, and she said coldly, “Golden Father, these palace people under yours have become more and more unruly, even your inner court. The manager called and dared to ignore it."

Gonggong Jin lost face in front of the princess, and was furious, he stomped his feet and screamed, "That little hoof, which palace do you belong to? It's so unruly! Go to the respect room and get thirty sticks! "

Tell me to get a stick?

Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and quickly bowed in response. Before he took two steps, Pei Yuan said coldly behind him, "Hold on."

Meng Fuyao stood still, his fingertips pressed into his palms, sweating slightly from his palms.

Suddenly, Pei Yuan stopped talking, and the surroundings fell silent. A pair of real gazes fell on her back, splitting all the disguise like a knife, and exploring her through flesh and bones.

In Meng Fuyao's vest, sweat was gradually drenched.

I don't know if it was the cold eyes, or because the wind in late autumn was so cold, the layers of cold sneaked in silently, Meng Fuyao only felt like a snake crawling in the vest, and the cold and dampness carried a venom-like smell.

Behind him, Pei Yuan smiled suddenly, and then said to Jin Gong justly: "Mr. Jin, this palace lady seems to be a bit dull and doesn't understand the rules, but she is not responsible for the blame, so let her atone for her merits. , Wait on me for a while, you can do your business, your Majesty’s birthday today, I will drive to the banquet from Qian’an Palace, without you."

"The princess is kind, and the old slave is naturally dependent on you." Jin Gonggong retired with a flattering smile. This place was abandoned in the palace, leaving only Pei Yuan and Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao took a breath, put on a flattering smile, and turned around.

The sentence "I have seen the princess" was still rolling on the tip of his tongue before he could exit. On the opposite side, Pei Yuan put his hands behind him, raised his steps slightly, and floated over like clouds.

Meng Fuyao saw that she even used the "Feiyundu" body technique of the teacher's gate, and her heart sank suddenly.

Sure enough, Pei Yuan stood still in front of her, looking at her with a smile, but her eyes were cold, like lightning hidden behind a dark cloud, about to penetrate the sky.

She tilted her head slightly, biting her tongue on the tip of her tongue, and said word by word, briskly and sharply:

"Meng, Fu, Yao."

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