Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 15: Follow the vines

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Meng Fu shook himself in the air, raising his hand to meet Feng Xuan's gaze and tearing off his mask.

A dark shadow suddenly ran across it!

The shadow came out strangely. It actually flew out of the side hall. It flew over the window with a kick, and the person was in a half-blank light. The cold man who was three feet away from Qingfeng was a godless **** in his hands. Soldiers.

The figure is still out there. The famous sword Baoguang has already reached Meng Fuyao's body. He actually took her raised wrist. Meng Fuyao snorted and raised his hand. The hand stretched out as solid as jade. Cut the sword light.

She squeezed the tip of the long sword with her fingers, without backhanding, she just grabbed the tip of the sword and slammed the sudden person.

The man didn’t love fighting, and he didn’t need the peerless sword. He turned fluently and went straight back to the hall. He leaped in from the window that Fengxuan was holding. He grabbed Fengxuan and flew into the hall while raising his leg. One kick kicked the open long window heavily.

The window closed again with a bang, and Feng Xuan carried it in again.

Meng Fuyao once again raised his mask-removing hand and stopped immediately, his face turned pale with anger.

Which **** is Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway?

Clearly, I don't want to fight her to the death, but I don't want Feng Xuan to see her, so desperately blocking her, he is clearly an insider.

At this time, the insider who prevented her from finding the truth, Bacheng was the enemy who killed her back then!

No matter what happened before the age of five, she can now be sure that it is definitely not a good thing. Even if no matter what happened before the age of five, after the age of five, she was "ruined" by the veteran for ten years. Since the age of fifteen, he has been bullied and humiliated, all thanks to these bastards!

Meng Fuyao's fire came up, and ran over as soon as he raised his leg.

Yu Heng suddenly moved his sleeves to the ground.

His sleeves were drawn like steel plates, and a bright spark was drawn on the bluestone steps. When he lifted his finger, the spark suddenly jumped onto his fingertips like a chain of starlight, sparkling and dancing endlessly. In the spark, Yuheng's eyebrows were extinguished, and he smiled evilly: "I was injured, but you two, it seems that they are not in a heyday, just right, then let me tell you that the top five is between the top five and the bottom five. The real difference."

He suddenly turned around slowly, turning his back to Meng Fuyao without hesitation.

Meng Fuyao saw his back with a glance, and was shocked. Although the vest was slashed and faintly scarred, she remembered that her hand was extremely vicious when the knife was inserted. Even if she immediately slipped out, she could still use her skill. It caused serious damage to Yuheng, but now that Yuheng turned around, the scars no longer bleed, and even the long and narrow scars seem to heal quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What a magical resilience this is!

Meng Fuyao was shocked, Yuheng, who was facing her back, suddenly shook his hand, and the immortal chain of sparks in his hand threw a bright arc in mid-air. It was obviously only a phantom light, and he shook it out. The fierce innocence and the whistling wind, so as if it could break the world, pulled it down fiercely!

"Pop!"

The ground of the ten-zhang wide patio was split, the fire that Meng Fuyao lit was extinguished instantly, and the burning lantern on the eaves of the outer hall was trembling 30 meters away. After closing, the candles were forced to ignite, and they fell like fireballs. The petals of the spring flowers all over the courtyard were torn apart, and the moment they ruptured, they were silently turned into dust.

The corners of Meng Fuyao's flying clothes were lifted up by the fierce slash, covering her face.

It was dark on all sides, and all light sources were extinguished.

The cold wind has arrived!

Someone smiled evilly in the sound of the wind, the laughter was close to the ear, and there was no movement vaguely felt, but there was a sudden cold and pain on his face.

He wants to ruin her face!

The sound of the clothes rushing by someone beside him was probably Changsun Wuji. There was a "pop" applause, and the ground seemed to sway.

Meng Fuyao was already full of anger, and now he couldn't bear it. No matter the pain on his face, he just raised his hand and slashed it with a palm.

The palm was split in the darkness, and a black blade slanted out of the palm.

Slaying the sky!

"Slap--"

The violent surge, such as a boulder hammer heart, the sea waves are not top, or a wall is smashed down, smashing thousands of miles of waves and ash and smoke, smashing thousands of layers of huge waves, everything is powdered, and Meng Fu shakes his eyes. The black throat was sweet, and the blood all over his body suddenly swelled.

Suddenly the body was violently pulled, and the wind was anxious, and the smell of smell became thicker in the darkness, and then Yuheng was a little surprised to hear: "You—good! So you are—" The words stopped halfway through. Live, laugh.

Meng Fuyao has been torn out by the grandson Wuji.

She was pulled into a flying flag, hula la la in the midnight wind, straddling the palace gates like a meteor, passing over the top of Qionglou Yuyu.

Behind, Queen Xuanji stomped angrily and sternly shouted: "Why don't you kill them to avoid future troubles! Go chasing, chasing!"

Yu Heng was silent, and for a while he raised his hand, covered his chest, and coughed. Another sound.

Then slowly raised his sleeves, covering his lips, and his voice was a little hoarse from behind the sleeves: "There are many talents from the continent of Wuzhou...I really...I'm getting old..."

"Go chase! Go chase!" Queen Xuanji was still dissatisfied and urged.

Yu Heng put down his sleeves and glanced at her in a blink of an eye. At that glance, his emotions were surging, melancholy...helpless...regret...sorrow...

For a while, he said: "Ning'er...I really regret that I shouldn't spoil you like this. If I can't protect you anymore, what will you do?"

Queen Xuanji paused, as if touched by the name of her long-lost boudoir, she said silently for a long while: "What happened to you today? Lost your soul? The two juniors scared you like this? They didn't eat too. What a loss? You are fourth among the top ten, why do you have such a long time for others to destroy your ambition?"

Yu Heng smiled, did not answer, only said: "You have a temper, I have advised you so many times that you never listen, now you listen to me for the last time, change it."

"What to change?" Queen Xuanji's voice sharpened again, "Why can't you protect me? Didn't you promise me to protect me from birth to death?"

"Natural." Yu Heng said calmly: "From birth to death, when you die, you can only be buried next to me. You are not allowed to go to the tomb of the Feng family."

"You're talking nonsense." Queen Xuanji glanced at him and said proudly: "I lived with him and died in the same cave. The position next to his Anling is mine. It can only be mine. The whole Anling , It’s all mine and him, no one can change it."

"No." Yu Heng said lightly, "I don't allow it. If you are buried in Anling, I will destroy the entire Anling, dig out your bodies, take his to the dog, and eat yours. Belly, if you want to bury Anling, I will let you not even have a place to bury."

"You..." Empress Xuanji was frightened by the creepy content he said in a plain tone. Huo Ran looked back at him, Yu Heng's eyes were thick and light in the moonlight. She has a true and false expression. However, after spending so many years together, she understands Yu Heng's temperament to some extent. After thinking and thinking, she carefully tentatively said: "You are kidding, are you kidding me?"

Yuheng looked at her fixedly, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, but then smiled and said:

"Yes, kidding."

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Meng Fuyao was held by the eldest son Wuji, and quickly crossed the roof.

Changsun Wuji pulled her to run fast, running round and round against the wind--Meng Fuyao's palm with Yuheng just now, the true power was silted in the dantian by the shock, and must be released as soon as possible.

When rushing to the third lap, Meng Fuyao vomited a mouthful of congestion, and then Changsun Wuji stopped and said with a relief: "Alright--"

Meng Fu shook his head and glanced at him gratefully—he knew her physical condition best, and he didn't even need to get her pulse.

She then smiled brightly and said: "The palm just now seems to have shaken away some of the silt in my dantian. Wait a few days for me to recover and absorb all of Zong Yue's medicine. I should be able to quickly Upgraded, haha, this is the advantage of fighting with the top ten. Fight a higher level, Yuheng ah Yuheng, let you stay proud for a few days and prepare the coffin!"

Changsun Wuji no matter what she is proud of, he raised her hand and lifted her mask, frowned and said, "Isn't my face hurt?"

As soon as I opened it, I was taken aback. Meng Fuyao's face was bloody, red and scared, and her grinning grin was set against her. It was really unbearable. I took a closer look, and it was the nose. broken.

After realizing, Meng Fuyao held his nose, and said with a bright red hand in surprise: "Huh? My nose bleeds, why don't I know? Oh, thanks to my nose being high, it will block it when the sky is falling, otherwise it will collapse. One point, it’s not the nose that bursts, but my eyes are 80%."

Zhang Sun Wuji gave her a helpless look, then pressed her chin and said, "Head up." He took out a towel to wipe the blood off her face, and said: "I have never seen a woman so careless about her appearance."

"What's the use of a good leather bag?" Meng Fu shook his hand, "It's only annoying, and it's easy to be despised. It's not a vase but a vase. Whatever you do, it must be your show off, and your personal abilities will be wiped out. And..." She suddenly smiled, and slowly said: "A little bit ugly and a little bit better, clean."

Changsun Wuji was giving her a hand wiping her face. He looked up at her for a long while and raised his eyebrows and said: "Dare to love King Meng who thinks that I am waiting for you to chase you because of your outstanding appearance."

Meng Fuyao knew that His Royal Highness was angry when he heard it. He smiled sternly, his eyes flickered and he didn't speak, he said, "I think the appearance is still very important. 80% of you like me and this one is related, but I am sorry for the thin skin." Just say that you recognize it" means.

Zhang Sun Wuji took back the towel and sighed: "Fortunately, I...I changed to that hot-tempered guy. Eight achievements directly caused you to bleed again."

Meng Fuyao was not convinced, and said, "Is it wrong?"

"Big mistake!" Changsun Wuji sneered, "You really insulted us by this statement."

"It's serious." Meng Fuyao muttered, "Well, I admit that you are high-spirited and never moved by the skin of others." She looked at it and saw that there were rows of low-rise houses on all sides, surrounded by short ones. Wall, frowned and said: "Where is this place?"

"It seems to be the place where the servants of the eunuchs live." Changsun Wuji said, "You know, in the palace, some eunuchs and maids who have made mistakes, been cast down with diseases or are old, usually live in another place."

"In fact, it's just throwing aside to fend for themselves." Meng Fuyao suddenly understood, and sighed, "It's all poor people...Let's go, find a chance to solve those **** in a few days."

She just turned around, but Changsun Wuji suddenly said "Huh".

Meng Fuyao turned around to look, and saw that the grandson Wuji's eyes fell under the eaves. In the shadow of the corner of the house, there was a man squatting, looking at the back of an old man, with white hair scattered on his shoulders, using grass roots. Rod, something is painted underground.

Who doesn't sleep outside the door painting in the middle of the night? Meng Fuyao took a curious look, and was about to walk away, when the old **** suddenly "hehe" twice, threw the straw and fell backward.

Meng Fuyao hurriedly swept down and held her back, frowning first. He hated the smell of urine on the eunuch's body. He looked up and saw that the old eunuch's face was dirty and the hair that had not been washed for too long was thrown down in a mess. Sticking to the rice grains on his face, and unable to distinguish the facial features and eyebrows, he was opening his mouth, his eyes staring turbidly, and salivating from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that it was a stroke or a disease attack, Meng Fu patted his face and said: "Lao Zhang... Lao Zhang..."

The old man tried to open his eyes, his gaze touched her face, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he froze in his eye sockets motionless, and stayed there. Meng Fuyao almost died when he saw himself and was frightened. With a jump, the old **** was struggling, as if he wanted to call, and as if he wanted to get away from her, but his stiff body couldn't move. The so-called vigorous struggle was just a slight tremor. In Meng Fuyao's eyes, it was still a symptom of a stroke. .

"Dead! Go crazy again!"

Suddenly there was the sound of opening the door behind her, and a woman with a messy clothes and numb expression strode out, swearing, "dead old lunatic, don't sleep in the middle of the night, staying out corpses all day long!" Coming over, Chopped and grabbed the old **** from Meng Fuyao's hand. Without looking at Meng Fuyao, he dragged the old eunuch's withered body away, kicked the door open and threw the person in, and then kicked the door. Kick back, the whole room shook three times with a bang.

Meng Fuyao looked angry and funny, and said to the grandson Wuji behind him: "The first time I knew I was transparent."

Changsun Wuji did not answer. He was staring at the ground in a daze. He didn't know why. Under the moonlight, his face was suddenly pale, and there was a bit of brutal blue in the white. The corners of the eyebrows and eyes also seemed to be faintly fluctuating. Something was shaking his mind and... making him angry.

Meng Fuyao rarely saw him look like this. He was shocked. Turning his head and looking at the ground, Changsun Wuji suddenly moved. Seeing his movements, he seemed to stretch out his feet to wipe the pictures off the ground, but his feet stretched out. Halfway through, he retracted again.

Meng Fuyao squatted there, staring at the painting on the ground.

Very messy, very abstract, standard children's graffiti.

Three paintings.

The first picture vaguely shows that it is a palace, a very ordinary palace, not the complicated style of the current Xuanji Palace, and there is a simple dress of a woman, and a man dressed as an **** seems to be talking.

The second picture seems to be a room, which is also the same ordinary room layout. The bed has a few basins and a curtain hanging down. The **** is squatting, his hand stretched out behind the curtain, where a square corner is vaguely exposed.

Meng Fuyao stared at the painting, and his breathing started to get quick.

The third picture seems to have a different place. There are more furnishings. A woman is lying on the ground. There is a woman with a beaded head and a thin boy. There is someone hiding behind the porch and curtain. It seems to be the eunuch. Holding the tent tightly with his fingers, the old **** replaced it with a few tightly chaotic lines, drawing the tension that suppressed breathing.

Nervous!

Meng Fuyao’s eyes went dark for no reason, and her heart immediately began to pound. She held her heart and struggled to look up at Changsun Wuji. Changsun Wuji kept staring at the second painting, with a painful expression in her eyes. Meng Fuyao didn't know what he was saddening, but just looking at that look, he felt a "boom" in his heart, as if a heavy object was sinking down, smashing the internal organs into severe pain in an instant.

The two of them were in painful silence for a moment, as if they were standing in the courtyard at this moment and wanted to walk but couldn't move their steps. They wanted to escape and couldn't escape.

Meng Fuyao turned to look at the second painting foolishly, but he was very reluctant to look at it again. The bright white picture in his mind came back... the dark space... the hand reaching in with the smell of urine... … Fingers longer than ordinary people…

Meng Fu shook, and without waiting for Sun Wuji to help, suddenly stood up, strode over, and kicked the door that was just kicked open.

In the stinky room, the middle-aged woman who was swearing while wiping sweat on the old **** on the broken bed looked up in astonishment. She saw Meng Fuyao coming in stride in the wind, went straight to the old eunuch, and stretched out her hand. Pick him up and leave.

"Hold on!"

The woman suddenly jumped out of bed, reached out and grabbed the bamboo broom beside the wall, Huo Huo waved viciously: "What are you! You went into the palace to grab someone!"

Meng Fuyao laughed aloud, but the smile was also cold. She shook the vague old **** in her hand and sneered: "Yes, enter the palace to **** someone. I will **** whoever I want. Go away."

"Is there any king's law! Get out of here!" The woman leaped forward with a broomstick. Meng Fu held her with a flick of her finger, raised her eyes, and said lightly: "Suffering in the palace, Dependence As a companion, you can be regarded as being kind and righteous. In this regard, I will not kill you... I ask you, who is he?"

"Bah!" The woman spit out, "Your father!"

"My dad died a long time ago." Meng Fuyao smiled sorrowfully, "You miss my dad so, how about I send you down to see him?"

"You bastard!"

Meng Fuyao frowned, looking at this woman who has been in the deep palace for years, who has already lost her instincts and is not afraid of life and death, feels a bit tricky for a while, but seeing this old **** may not be able to say anything, she I needed to get some information from this woman. After thinking about it, I raised my hand and grabbed her over, carrying one of them and walking out the door.

This place was so remote that no one came, and there were no guards passing by. Meng Fuyao swaggered back to the post with the two of them, drove straight into the interior, and drove the two to the ground. The big horse took a seat and said : "Have you seen it, I took you out of the palace, if I have something to say, I will give you freedom."

She told the woman that this old eunuch, she would not promise freedom until he knew his identity and entanglements.

"Out of the palace?" The woman got up and looked around, took a look at the window lattice, and saw the tall trees in the post house. There were no trees in the palace, and she knew that she was indeed out of the palace. , Immediately patted his knees and laughed.

"Hahaha, I'm out of the palace, hahaha, I'm out of the palace!"

She rushed over and shook the old **** desperately: "Old road, old road, out of the palace! We finally got out! We won't be afraid of people coming to kill you again! Haha, we are out!"

Meng Fuyao heard the last sentence and raised his eyebrows, "Who killed you?"

"What's your business." The woman's thin lips curled up.

"It's none of my business." Meng Fuyao smiled, "Where do you care about me? I think I have to send you back and continue to be killed."

The woman was silent for a while, looking at the trembling old **** on the ground, suddenly said: "What do you want to know?"

"Who is he? His experience in the palace, and your experience."

"Nothing to say." The woman said coldly, "He is the old way, my partner, he entered the palace many years earlier than me. When I made a mistake and entered the dark court, he was already in it. As for why it was I asked him about the person who sent in. He didn’t say that before entering the dark court, he was the rude **** in the palace of the concubine Ying concubine earlier. After the concubine Ying concubine fell ill, many people in her palace were sent into the dark court. He almost died within two years, so he was alive. I was taken care of by him when I entered the dark court, so I ended up with each other."

Yingfei... Meng Fuyao chewed this title for a while, but didn't notice any special meaning, and thought about it: "There is an abandoned palace behind a bush in the southwest corner of the palace. Do you know which palace it is? ?"

"Is there a palace there?" The woman shook her head. "There is a forbidden area in the southwest corner. We were not allowed to go there when we were court ladies. We never saw it."

Meng Fuyao frowned and asked another way: "What is the name of Yingfei's palace?"

She remembered the man she met in Guanyuan Prison. She once said the sound of the word Yanling. She checked all the place names of Xuanji and did not find a place similar to the pronunciation of these two words. Now she remembers , Probably the name of the palace?

"I don't know." The woman still shook her head, "Emperor Ying concubine had been stubborn fourteen years ago. I only entered the palace eight years ago. How can I know about her."

"Fourteen years ago..." Meng Fuyao was shocked and said, "When did the old road enter the dark court? It was also fourteen years ago?"

"Yes, it's been fourteen years." The woman turned her head and glanced at the groaning old road, her eyes full of soothing self-injury and sighs.

If in normal times, Meng Fuyao may be moved by the feeling of suffering and sharing together, but at this moment, her heart is irritable, and she has a mess of thatch-like pain. How can I manage this, and then ask: "Who wants to kill? You guys?"

"It's killing him, not me." The woman said, "We were clean in that unattended place, and we were a little bitter, so we were so accustomed to it. Someone came to kill him because it was poisoned in the meal. It happened that I overturned the meal by accident and the dog snatched the meal. I was scolded in distress, but the dog kicked his legs to death and scared me to hold it. He didn’t close his eyes all night, he wanted to hide, he wanted to hide, two sinners, but he drew in the corner and waited to die. After he didn’t think about it, he was all right again. No one asked, I wondered, right? Killed the wrong person? Now I found out and let it go? I thought about it, and remembered that before that happened, this dead lunatic was painting on the ground all day, and once said that he had seen it, he asked him again. I don’t know who it is. Could it be that this painting is to blame? He is not allowed to paint. Who knows that this is quite a corpse. I don’t paint anymore in the daytime, but there are moths. I get up in the middle of the night and go out to paint. I want to wash the clothes of the eunuchs. I’m tired all day and night where I can keep it. It won’t attract you again..." Said the sorrow, who didn’t know where it was touching, he finally raised his sleeve to wipe his tears.

Meng Fuyao sat wooden, listening to those words, but the words were lingering, but the words were muddled. The old things were like an immortal spark buried in the ashes, always flashing scarlet in the darkness, really going to pick it up It's hard to find it everywhere. If you are not careful, maybe the spark will go out again, and it will still be a cloud of cold ashes, just like this heart, soaked in water overnight.

Long Sun Wuji silently grabbed her hand and shook it lightly. His palm was a little hot, but for Meng Fuyao, whose hands and feet were cold at this moment, the hot feeling was the most ironing and comfortable. Meng Fuyao felt it. That heat, at this moment of trance, suddenly remembered something completely irrelevant. She remembered that the palms of the long sun Wuji were slightly cool before, which has something to do with his martial arts femininity, but during these days, no matter when his Hands stretched out to be warm, warm to the heart, and when I thought about this movement, I glanced at it, and saw Changsun Wuji closing his sleeves and holding tea. The tea cup was warm and curled up by the sleeves, and his hands became extremely warm. .

As soon as I noticed it, my heart moved again-he hoped that he would feel warmer on this dark road? Not only the words of action, but also the contact between the body and the skin, not only the inseparable support and companionship, but also the warmth that she stretched out in her sleeves to warm her with a teacup at the moment when her hands and feet were cold. Hands.

There are people in this world who treat you like this, no matter how scared or terrible the truth is, some people are willing to share with you. So, what are you afraid of?

Taking a deep breath, Meng Fuyao held his hand with damp eyes, patted it comfortably, and then signaled Tiecheng to take the woman down, guard it first, and decide on her when things come to light. Go and stay, and ordered people to go out to find the doctor quietly-the old **** is very sick, the meaning of the three paintings, the old things about Yingfei, the person who wants to kill him, the answer to these things will wait for him to speak. Can really sort out.

Everyone left, there were only two people left in the hall, facing a lamp face to face, listening to the rooster cries in the distance, and a few streets away, there was the sound of people opening the door in the morning, the alley Li Bangbang knocked on the clapper in the morning market, and Dawn gradually covered the window papers, turning people's faces white.

This thrilling and dark and subtle night, it passed like water, some moods, but also passed away like water, unable to recover, and the old things hidden in the old paper were so unceremonious She squeezed into the gap in her life, swelled into a blunt mass, stuck in the bottom of her heart, and made people want to choke from time to time.

Zhang Sun Wuji got up, gently blew out the lights, and gently embraced her in his arms, slowly stroking her face, brushing away the dust and exhaustion from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes overnight, and said in a low voice: "Sleep In a moment, the sky... will soon be bright."

Meng Fuyao did not resist, and fell silently in the arms of Changsun Wuji. Here is his heartbeat, calm, broad and powerful, and counting with one voice is the most stable and beautiful heart song in the world.

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One night in the palace, I didn't find who the dark shadow behind the screen was, but I opened up some secrets written in the past, leaving only the last layer of thin paper.

Meng Fuyao came over overnight and recovered her calm again. As a superior person for a long time, she was no longer a little person who wanted to forbear but couldn't help but make mistakes. After the chaos of the Four Kingdoms, she raised her hand and turned her accustomed to others. The situation at home, she did not allow others to have the opportunity to overthrow her.

She first visited the Nine Queens.

In the inner room of the Ninth Princess Mansion, she had a long conversation with the Nine Princesses. The woman calmly told Meng Fuyao that the father's situation was peculiar and it was not as simple as it seemed, Queen. There must be someone else. The princes and princes of the princes and princes firmly hold the power in their hands. In fact, it is just useless and ridiculous.

"My Xuanji imperial city forces are divided into three people." Nine emperors Feng Danning drew a military force distribution map for Meng Fuyao, "Your Majesty is naturally in charge of the army, and personally directs the imperial city's imperial forest army. Of course, Now this person is directly in charge, I am afraid that the queen is in charge, and the rest are 100,000 in the Imperial City Shence Army and 150,000 in the Changyong Army. The Shence Army is under the control of the Ministry of War. The Shangshu of the Ministry of War is the uncle of the third brother, which is equal to three. Brother, there are 10,000 people in the purple cloak, and 10,000 in the iron guard. In addition, the heavy generals in various regions will support their own soldiers, whose camp they belong to, and how they will act in the future. It is hard to say, but in my opinion, once the imperial power Yes, it will be clear naturally."

"Who owns the Changyong Army?"

"The Changyong Army is divided into three battalions. One of the battalions is the grandfather-in-chief of the Great Empress. The other two battalions are currently neutral. In addition, the Changyong Army is mostly from the frontier army. General of soldiers and horses, under the Tang family of Lord Yasukuni."

Meng Fuyao gave a "um" and said with a smile: "What is the plan of the Nine Emperor Gods now?"

The Nine Emperor Gods stood up solemnly and bowed.

"I would like to ask King Meng and His Royal Highness to help me, to help Xuanji set the world and save me the descendants of Xuanji, so as not to kill each other."

"Me?" Meng Fuyao pointed to his nose, looked at the Nine Emperor Gods, and smiled for a while, "Really treat me as the nosy king? You are in the nest, as if I have no responsibilities or obligations?"

"The prince, although I don't know who the new master is, I know that those in power are quite hostile to the prince." The nine emperors lowered her eyes and said quietly: "Why not get it right once and for all?"

Meng Fuyao smiled, and said: "The prince Xuanji stared at the throne and almost stared at them with red eyes, killing each other with flesh and blood. It is rare for the nine emperors to be so detached. You are the only one who does not think about the throne, but remembers the compatriots. Love."

"In just over a short period of time, the fourth sister died, the sixth sister died, the seventh brother died, and the star brother died." The goddess of the Nine Emperor Gods was pale, "Although she is not a female compatriot, she is also her own brother and sister, so silently. He died, dying under the wheel of imperial power, and there may be more deaths in the future. The prince Xuanji takes too much, and no one feels pity for mowing the grass, but God does not pity, the emperor does not pity, I pity."

She bowed again: "Please also pity the lord."

Meng Fu shook her body and stopped her, smiling: "I am an outsider, temporarily living in your country, with only three thousand guards beside me, so what about pitying you? The Nine Emperors really value me too much, but the previous sentence is right. There are people in the middle of you who can’t understand me. Girl, I always don’t like to wait for others to attack me, so I will do it when it’s time to do it."

The nine emperors moved their colors: "Thank you, the prince, but the prince has urges, Dan Ning will never refuse."

Really a smart person. Knowing that there is no free lunch in the world, Meng Fuyao smiled, took out a portrait from his sleeve, and said: "I heard that the nine emperors are versed in her majesty’s Royal Study Room because they are proficient in Hanmo. The memorial, the memorial brief will be sent to the Yongchang Hall every three days? Then if you take the time to read it, please show this painting to your majesty."

The Nine Emperor Gods took it, and the portrait was handed over flat. She saw it clearly as soon as her eyes fell. Meng Fuyao paid close attention to her expression, but saw that she was not abnormal, and her brows wrinkled slightly.

This painting is a synthesis of the three images and the broken impression in Meng Fuyao's own mind. In the painting is the palace room, a smiling woman, with the face of Meng Fuyao, and the expression is not Meng Fuyao. Her expression is also older than Meng Fuyao. Behind her is a small penthouse with half-rolled curtains, a faint bed with a few basins, and curtains hanging down.

Meng Fuyao feels that Feng Xuan may not have noticed the eunuch, nor may he have seen the scene in the last painting, but this woman, should he have a memory?

The nine emperors took it, and Meng Fuyao asked about the whereabouts of Feng Wu's wife. The nine emperors thought for a while and said: "Five sisters... let the fifth brother stop looking."

With a final word, there is no need to ask more about the rest. Meng Fuyao sighed and got up to leave.

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She went back to the post house, called someone to make some arrangements, then packed up and went out.

She went to Shenmu Lane on Zhuque Avenue, where the Beijing Eagle Dogs concentrated their accommodation. Like the purple cloak and the iron guard, the high-level residences of the two organizations are also far away.

She first went to the home of President Tie Wei, dressed in black and entered the room. She found the bedroom of President Tie Wei who was still recuperating because of a severely injured leg from stealing "a bed of clouds". She smiled and pushed the door in and walked from the table. I took a century-old precious porcelain bottle and knocked off the newly healed broken leg of the president.

Then Shi Shiran pushed out the door amidst the screams of the president’s leader who were killing pigs, and went straight to the official homes of the Xuanji court and Tiewei according to the list given by the Nine Emperor Gods. He didn’t do anything, just beat him up. People’s lanterns burned down half of the house, dragged them from Wenxiang Nephrite’s concubine to hurt the sun, got into their secret rooms and moved the corrupted and bribed silver to the street and let them pick them up. After making a few noises, she went to the house of the chief of the purple cloak and poured a whole sacks of low-level poison into the well water of his house. The sacks were poured in. The water in the well was filled with white foam, let alone people. , Pigs can't even drink when they see it.

The leader of the purple cape found that the water was not right, so he immediately started to investigate it. By chance, he saw the silhouette of the figure flashing past the high wall, and hurriedly picked up the horses and horses to chase after him. The more he chased, the more he felt wrong. How could this route go towards Tiewei? of? While hesitating, the men and horses under the Tie Wei commander who were looking for the murderer have also rushed out aggressively.

So, they ran into each other.

One thought that the other party broke his own leader’s leg and wanted to take advantage of the fire. Another thought that the Iron Guard was not upset that the leader was injured and sent someone to poison and wanted the wicked to sue first. For many years, the enemy has been stuffed with a bad belly, and he did not sit down calmly and carefully. The possibility of inquisition, how can it endure in a few words, and the officials close to the iron guards came with disheveled heads and bare feet and bald heads. Before they figured out the situation, they began to indignantly condemn them. The purple cloak explained to explain but did not explain clearly, and finally I can only conclude with a *yelling:

"Hi, mother, ask for a beating!"

So he was beaten.

Ten thousand purple cloaks against ten thousand iron guards, once again flicked and flamboyant, the big emperor and the three princes came to press for the first time, but this time is different from last time, this time it also involves those houses being burned. The officer who was disturbed by the silver and the goddess scattered flowers, so he talked with two golden branches and leaves one by one, and formed a gang to unite his colleagues to find justice. The three princes were patient and comforted, and did not listen to Tiewei and Guaner. In our own words, the great emperor is a hot temper. When the purple cape leader finishes speaking, the willow eyebrows are erected-okay, I haven't bullied anyone yet, everyone has bullied me together!

How mighty her purple cloak was? Nowadays, she has been beaten again and again, and she has tolerated a lot of the death of the leader. Seeing that the third child is still pretending to be present, how could it be so coincidental that it is all his people who suffer?

The great emperor’s eyes burst into flames, and then she remembered that the successor to the throne is still unknown. Her Majesty made an exception and delegated power to her. Many people beat her ears and said that her Majesty may not have appointed the heroine at all, but the Sacred Heart silently observes to see who can Winning in the battle, who is most suitable to be the emperor, she was tempted by this statement many times, but she was hesitant to make a decision. Now that the fire has been added to the fire, her determination has been reversed.

Never mind! Just let Xuanji go to the wild, open her dog's eyes to see her abilities and qualifications!

The great emperor was determined to be certain, she immediately sneered and waved her bare hand, and the people underneath knew it, and the one who rushed to the Changyong Army passed the order.

When the 50,000 long brave army moved, the 100,000 divine plan army had no choice but to move. These two moved, and the Tang family, who had control of the other two battalion commanders, immediately declared that the capital was in danger and fell into a difficult situation. It was the responsibility of Heaven to mobilize a battalion of soldiers to replace the Shence Army who was originally responsible for guarding the capital, and then sent troops to besiege the palace. Naturally, the Shence Army and the Yulin Army ignored them, and the beautiful baby face of the Tang family’s little grandfather was smiling like a flower. Take out a piece of paper and write a few words on it, and rushed to the post house. Meng Fuyao found out the jade seal that was used as a tiptoe stone for Master Yuan Bao from the toilet.

A magnificent imperial decree was born in the hands of Meng Fuyao, the president, salesman, director of the business department, director of the personnel department, chief accountant and staff member of "Fuyao Holding Co., Ltd."!

Tang Yizhong of the "Power-grabbing Duo" held the imperial decree piously, piously plunged into the chaos, while maintaining order while disrupting order, adjusting the balance while disturbing the balance, and kicking others while struggling. Putting out the fire easily while putting out the fire.

Tongcheng is really red this time—the fire is burning a lot.

Meng Fuyao dismissed the fire that she had picked up with one hand. The Xuanji royal family was originally a pile of dry firewood, and anyone who sprinkled sparks would explode. She frowned, half happy and half worried, and it was herself who was happy. Recently, my true energy was leaping, and it was obvious that I was about to break through. What was worried was the news from the Nine Emperor Gods. Although my Majesty saw the painting in a daze, his face changed slightly, but after a long period of contemplation, he still said nothing.

Meng Fuyao can't figure out what medicine is sold in Fengxuan gourd now, but the eunuch's old road, after consulting a famous doctor, still doesn't show any improvement, and he can't get anything useful from his mouth.

On this day, she went back from the Nine Emperors’ Palace. She was worried. When she saw a restaurant, she went to sit down and listened to tunes with Changsun Wuji. She was telling the story in the restaurant, saying, "Ding Guo Ce Han Wang kills rabbits. , The concubines of the town's harem are farming," Meng Fuyao listened, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said: "It's a good thing not to go out and bad things spread thousands of miles."

Someone suddenly said: "This is really restless anywhere."

Meng Fuyao was startled—someone recognizes himself? Turning her head to look, she saw a delicate girl at the next table, with three peculiar braids, splitting her hair into three strands and putting it on her shoulders, tied with golden rings, and was teasing something in a box on the table with a piece of grass. , Judging from her expression, she seemed to be talking to the things in the box, not to herself.

Meng Fuyao smiled, and wanted to turn his head back, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl beside the girl from the corner of his eyes.

She didn’t see that person—she just saw her hand resting next to the box, her fingernails were crystal-clear, but the edges were not curved. A closer look at the nails were slightly rolled up, as if they had been soaked in hot water. In this case, people who practice foreign skills are usually afraid of damaging their nails. But how can women practice that domineering foreign skills? And it was obvious that these hands were crystal clear and delicate, without any calluses, not to mention foreign skills, I was afraid that they had never even grasped the sword.

Meng Fuyao saw these peculiar hands, inverted curiosity, and looked over at that hand. It was a section of indigo and deep red sleeves with extremely vivid colors. Then he looked up and saw a longer neck than ordinary people. , And, the beautiful profile with deep contours.

The woman’s honey-colored skin is translucent, her facial features are sharp, but she doesn’t have a foreign atmosphere. She has deep eye sockets and contains a wave of light that extinguishes the deep sea, like a flowing abyss or a floating night. At first glance I only felt shocked, but at the second glance I felt dizzy.

Meng Fuyao has never seen such pupils--the eyes of Changsun Wuji are as deep as the sea, but that is the sea under the sun, with radiance and pearls as confusing, but this woman's eyes are deep , Condensed, like the sea of ​​gods and demons outside of the heavens and the earth, no one can enter.

Feeling her gaze, the woman turned her head and stared at Meng Fuyao. At that time, Meng Fuyao was dizzy again.

Immediately, she heard the girl beside the woman suddenly snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied with Meng Fuyao's open look, and pushed the box in her hand over.

The big colorful palm box slipped on the table, and suddenly a white thing floated out of it, and a piece of paper floated towards the back of Meng Fu's hand.

Meng Fu shook his finger a little, the thing stopped in midair, struggling, and struggling to produce four claws, a small claw flicked out four filaments, and fell down.

A white thread fell on Meng Fuyao's skin, and the thread turned red in an instant, that thread could **** blood!

Meng Fuyao wouldn't let this monster **** his own blood away, and the silk would be cut off with the fingertips. The woman suddenly stretched out her hand, the curled nails bounced off instantly, cut the silk, and immediately confronted her. The girl with braids cast an annoyed look, and then gestured to Meng Fuyao, seeing that it meant apologizing.

Meng Fuyao originally thought it was too much to let monsters bite people casually, but when she saw the woman's disability, she suddenly lost her anger, smiled and nodded to her and wanted to leave. The woman focused on her eyes and suddenly hit again. Made a few gestures.

The three girls with braids rolled their eyes and reluctantly translated: "Holy...the girl said, do you have something on your mind? Is there something difficult to solve?"

Meng Fuyao was startled, and exchanged glances with Changsun Wuji, and then smiled: "Your girl is really special, so can I ask first, can your girl see what's up with me?"

The woman made a few silent gestures, and the girl said: "The girl said, come and go, I don't know where to come, where to come and go?"

Meng Fuyao was really shocked at this time, and then he thought of the many strange people from the Wuzhou Continent. This woman is probably a little supernatural. You can try this first, and immediately said: "Please girl, please solve the puzzle."

The woman tilted her head slightly and looked at Meng Fuyao with a smile. When she saw, Meng Fuyao was dizzy again, and then she felt that scenes flashed through her mind, turning faster and faster, and finally stretched into a film with a bang. When I pressed it down, I heard a cracking sound somewhere, and my body shivered. Then I felt that the eyes of the woman on the opposite side suddenly flew out of her eye sockets, floating, and slowly moving towards my head, as if to replace her. This feeling was so terrifying in her eyes. She was shocked and woke up instantly.

When I woke up, I realized that the woman was sitting on the opposite side. How could there be any eyes flying out of the scene? It was probably an illusion. There was chaos in her mind at the moment, her heart was empty, she didn’t know the words, she was a little afraid that she would follow the other side, but seeing Changsun Wuji sitting on the opposite side thoughtfully without interfering, he was consciousness. Control expert, he has no abnormalities, the other party should not be attacking himself.

It's just... what did she look at when she looked at it? I didn't think of anything.

The woman got up with the girl's money, and handed over a piece of half-red and half-white paper. The girl explained: "You can drink it if you burn it to ashes. You can just smell the smoke if you don't drink it, it depends on what you think."

Meng Fuyao was amused. This is almost the same virtue as the witch and **** stick in the previous life. He smiled and put it in the bag, watching the woman float away, and he went downstairs with the grandson Wuji. Said: "Look at this witch's ashes, do I want to drink..."

"What witch?" someone suddenly interjected beside him.

"Aren't you..." Meng Fuyao was suddenly stunned in the middle of speaking, and quickly looked back, his eyes widened, "Zongzongzongzong..."

"I haven't seen you in a few months with amnesia? Or is your name no longer called?" Someone is still so venomous, or so blind to anyone else, or so habitual to take her hand when she sees her .

Meng Fuyao has a big tongue in surprise, and doesn't even care about other people's poisonous tongue, "Ah, Zongyue, why are you here..."

"I heard from Guangdetang's newsletter that someone was looking for a famous doctor." Zong Yue was still the crystal-clear Zong Yue in white clothes. The emperor didn't seem to make him look muddy for a while. Still clean and clean, standing in the crowd like snow, the crowd avoided him.

He carefully took Meng Fuyao's pulse, slightly frowned and let go. He glanced at Longsun Wuji with some dissatisfaction, and said, "Have you forgotten who the real famous doctor in the world is?"

"I have searched all over the five continents and dare not look for you." Meng Fu shook his hands. "Have you ever heard that an eunuch's illness will cause the emperor to travel thousands of miles to treat it?"

"I didn't do it for him." Zong Yue answered simply, suddenly leaned forward and looked at the distance, and said, "Who were you talking to just now?"

"I don't know, God and Taoism." Meng Fuyao glanced at him, "Do you know?"

Zong Yue thought for a while, and said for a while: "No, it's just a familiar figure from his back, maybe he has admitted wrong." Then he greeted Changsun Wuji and said, "His Royal Highness looks pretty good, much better than Fu Yao."

Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, can this person be covered with thorns when he opens his mouth?

"TOEFL." Long Sun Wuji smiled, "Your Majesty looks better, better than both of me combined."

Meng Fuyao got a headache as soon as he heard the conversation between the two people. He hurriedly dragged them away, and went back to the post house, saying: "The Mongolian doctor emperor, you are no better than before, hurry up and leave after watching them."

"I don't have so much idle time to talk with you." Zong Yue frowned for a long while, taking the pulse of the old road, and said: "The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dead."

He said again: "I can wake him up, but I must tell you first, after waking him up, he won't be able to live."

Meng Fuyao fell silent—she instinctively felt that this old guy was not a good thing, but what right did she have to sentence him to death before the truth was clear?

Zong Yue looked at her, then at the old road, suddenly turned his head and looked at Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji also looked over, and the two exchanged a lot of information in an instant. After a long while, Zong Yue said: "It's getting late, go to bed."

Meng Fuyao said, "Yeah." He greeted Tiecheng to arrange a place for Zong Yue. He thought all the way back to the room, undressed and lay down.

When she was undressing, she found the piece of paper that the girl gave in her arms, smiled, and threw it on the table.

After she fell asleep, Zong Yue moved the old **** into the inner room, took out the golden needle from the kit, and started to treat.

In that bedroom, Meng Fuyao soon fell asleep.

While she fell asleep, Master Yuan Bao came in from the outside and climbed up to the table to go to sleep. When she suddenly saw the piece of paper, she grabbed it in her paw and looked at it for a while before throwing it away.

The paper floated in the air, fell into the incense burner beside the bed, slowly burned in the red spark, turned red and rolled up, and finally turned into gray ashes.

Gradually a ray of cyan smoke rose in the air, mixed in the original pale smoke, the color remained unchanged, and it was straight.

Meng Fuyao suddenly rolled over.

In the room over there, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zong Yue's forehead, and the golden needles under his hands fell like the wind, and they quickly pierced the back of the old eunuch's head.

After a long while, he dignifiedly stopped.

He waited quietly.

The old **** shivered suddenly, shaking like a leaf broken in the wind, and then let out a sudden low howl.

He howled, and suddenly a carp slapped, jumped up with the agility that a dying patient could not have, and let out a torn and vague howl: "Don't kill--"

At the same time, Meng Fuyao's room suddenly heard an exclamation.

The screams pierced the night with a sharp scream, and even the voice changed. It really didn't look like Meng Fuyao, who had toppled the seven kingdoms, would make it.

Zong Yue's expression immediately changed, ignoring the sober old eunuch, the white shadow flicked out, and a purple shadow in the darkness floated out like lightning.

In a dark room.

Meng Fuyao jumped up from the bed with sweat, and jumped to the ground, knocked over the table, stepped on the chair, tore the tent, extinguished the lights, and shocked his heart and lungs!

She... she saw it!