Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 19: A kiss with love

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The origin of the incident was that our General Meng was too close to the wind.

General Meng, who is in the wind in Yushu, once chatted with His Royal Highness King Heng in the front yard. The pink fans in the back yard were probably practicing horseback riding. Somehow the horses were shocked and rushed all the way. Everywhere they passed, they turned their horses back and screamed. The guards chased them all the way, but couldn't keep up with the speed of the horse that Moro paid tribute to. They wanted to rein in the horse, but they were afraid of hurting the ninety lady who was the most favored by the prince, so embarrassed and screamed until they hit the front. hospital.

Immediately, Madam Nine's hair was scattered, her delicate face faded, she was already so scared that she could not speak. Seeing that the horse rushed faster and faster, her hand was so weak that she could not hold the rein and was about to fall, the horse was still rushing towards the prince, no matter Whether he sacked or hit the prince with his horse was dead. In despair, his eyes closed and his hands relaxed, waiting for death.

The horse lost the last point of restraint, and suddenly recovered with a long hiss, and rushed forward like a splash of wind. The huge black horse was like a dark moving iceberg, and it was about to hit the stunned Zhanbei. Constant.

In the exclamation, Meng Fu shook his head.

She turned her head, stretched out her hand, her five fingers spread out like a flower, a horse’s neck was lifted, and her fingers twisted!

"Well--"

The fierce horse, which is taller and stronger than ordinary horses, is about to be the same height as Meng Fuyao, was swung by Meng Fuyao's fingers and volleyed out!

The heavy horse body abruptly turned over in the air, smashed the dust, lifted up soot, and smashed a deep hole in the ground!

The Nine Lady fell.

She fell like a peach blossom off the branches, her light pink dress filled the air, and the green silk quivered and stunned, sad and sorrowful.

In her upside-down vision, she saw a handsome and straight young man facing the wind. He was smashed out of the horse with his fluttering clothes. When she saw the young man turned his head, his eyes were bright and divine.

She had a heartbeat, but she didn't know if it was because she was about to touch the ground or the boy's arm.

Fortunately, the beauty of origin must be rescued by handsome guys.

Meng Fuyao took his hand from the horse's neck forward, and this time it fell on the beauty's neck.

She didn't pity Xiangxiyu and used the technique of dealing with horse necks to spin around the beauty's neck. The fingers seemed to have not changed, but in fact they bounced a strange rhythm. The beauty became soft and floated in the air. All directions safely fell into the embrace of Meng Fuyao.

The beauty raised her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, tears filled her, and she stared firmly at the savior.

The young man in front of me, what a handsome appearance, amazing talent...

Meng Fuyao didn't even look at her, and quickly put the soft and boneless female body in his arms into Zhan Beiheng's hands—Mamma Mia, what kind of powder I wiped, smokes people, and is more crazy than the recent ingots of aromatherapy The adults are still scary.

Zhan Beiheng hugged Madam Nine, the woman lowered her eyelashes, her eyes were more watery under her wet eyelashes, and she secretly glanced at Meng Fuyao, glanced ah, ah, ah...

There was a problem with this glance.

Since then, Madam Nine has been a lot of virtuous things. She rushed to do things like serving tea, offering food, and so on. She even washed her hands and made soup. There has never been an initiative since she passed. Ling Zhan Beiheng darkened his face, but Meng Fuyao ate it heartlessly and praised: "The Nine Madams are good craftsmanship! The prince has a good taste!"

At that time, Madam Nine smiled like a flower, her eyes waved, and the boat was swaying in the water, waiting for the fancy boat passenger to sit on it, but the boat passenger was an elm-headed person who only knew how to eat snacks on the plate.

Madam Nine is brightly sad, Madam Nine looks at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and the reflection of the unscrupulous person is reflected in the sky. Madam Nine feels that the soup is not fresh enough, maybe something needs to be added?

Meng Fuyao peeped at the Nine Madams from an angle of 180 degrees--poor, a young and young woman who ranked among the eighteenth. Zhan Beiheng won’t fall with a golden spear, and loves Yuheng every time. At most three times in a month...Inhumane Wow, inhumane.

She went home very worried, and when she entered the door, she was sniffed on her body by Yuan Bao, and then turned back to Changsun Wuji. Meng Fu shook his ears to question, Master Yuan Bao folded his arms and turned his head in disdain.

Changsun Wuji's translation: "It said you use inferior powder, and you still have a feminine taste."

Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of his mouth--what's this called, am I just a woman? Didn’t I smell like a woman before?

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that, in fact, maybe, probably, it didn't.

In the days to come, the fragrance of women continued to be contaminated, the grandson Wuji smiled more and more weirdly, Meng Fuyao as if nothing had happened, and then, on a dark and windy night in a certain month, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Bei Heng fought wine, but Bei Heng did not win. , Meng Fuyao did not lose, and Zhan Beiheng was so drunk that he was carried back to the inner palace by the maid on the spring bench, shook his hand on the spring bench, and said: "Commander Meng, walk slowly...no...send..."

Meng Fuyao waved to the huge enamel vase in the flower hall: "The lord walks slowly... don't send it..."

Then she had a drink, eh, walked around the hall three times, thinking that this was her home, so she was going to go back to the hall to sleep, she walked and walked too hot, took off her robe and put it on her arm, and walked to At a corner, a guard greeted her. She was about to berate them to retreat. A pair of slender cats suddenly stretched out from the darkness around her and pulled her over.

The hand is very fragrant, with the smell of "inferior scented powder" identified by the aromatherapy expert Yuan Bao. The hand gently held Meng Fuyao's sleeves and led her to an idle wing in the garden. The place for the prince to enjoy flowers and rest, one bright and two dark, exquisite furnishings, and rarely used by ordinary people. After a long field investigation, the nine ladies finally chose this place as a place to confess their love, everything is ready, but the east wind. Tonight, Dongfeng came with alcohol, very good, very good.

The warmth of the treasure couch, the golden hook of the jade tent, the curling incense of the golden incense burner, the female mandarin duck sleeps on the bedding of the mandarin duck, the female mandarin duck is half-covered in the veil, and the breast is exposed but not exposed, and the silver-red silk skirt is actually open. , Lianbu Shanshan's snow-white jade thighs suddenly appeared-summer is really a good weather, clothes can be worn very little and are not afraid of freezing.

Meng Fuyao immediately jumped on.

Fly in the soft...broken room.

After rubbing twice, I felt as smooth and cool as someone's palm, so I leaned and stopped moving.

The Nine Madams waited for a long time, but someone had already snored. The Nine Madams once again looked brightly and sadly at the sky, and decided that since they had already taken the person to bed, the opportunity should not be missed. How to talk about it.

She went to untie Meng Fuyao's shirt.

There were so many buttons in the shirt. When it was the third one, Meng Fuyao was a little sober.

"Pam" pushed it out with a palm, cursing: "You rascal, you take advantage of me again!"

Mrs. Nine laughed, exhaling in Meng Fuyao's ear like a blue voice: "Officials, concubine body does not take advantage of you, you come to take advantage of concubine body..."

She just peeled Meng Fuyao's shirt in half with her fingers, and suddenly she said "Ah" and said: "What is this belt..."

Meng Fuyao woke up another third, suddenly remembered his hood, ah, if this baby is seen, wouldn’t it be guaranteed that my **** just started to develop?

She immediately got up, pushed away Madam Nine and turned away, but Madam Nine did not follow her. She smiled and stretched out her snow-white thigh, her jade foot hooked.

Meng Fuyao's clothes and belts were half untied, and she was hooked upright, and she leaned back on the couch. Madam Nine leaped forward with a smile. Meng Fuyao rolled over and walked away, busy trying to get her half untied. He looked for his own outer robe, and just looked for the robe that was thrown underground. He was hugged by an octopus behind him. The octopus had sharp nails. The octopus tucked and hooked like that. Torn in half, Meng Fuyao was furious, and rushed to beat him. Octopus thought it was very majestic, and greeted him with a charming smile. Meng Fuyao couldn't beat him down, and was pulled to the bed again.

The two were fighting each other on the bed, entangled, and their clothes were almost entangled. Madam Nine gasped, and slipped into Meng Fuyao's arms like a soft snake: "Good guy..."

The good man was busy tearing up, and a light suddenly shone from afar, hitting the red tent, and hitting the body of the nine ladies.

Madam Nine was shocked and raised her hand to cover her eyes. Two rows of palace lanterns appeared in the garden, illuminating these three elegant rooms brightly. In the light in front of the door, there stood a dark-faced Zhan Beiheng.

Half the affair, the husband appears, the law of timelessness.

The wild mandarin duck on the bed panicked for a while. Madam Nine was caught in a panic, and Meng Fuyao's jacket was torn in panic, and the belt of the cover would be found!

She grabbed a piece of clothing in a hurry and stuffed it into her jacket, raised her head drunkly against Bei Heng and smiled: "Master...Your **** is thinking about spring, please take it back."

Zhan Beiheng's confidant, the chief guard of the Royal Palace, gave a cold cry:

"Meng Fuyao, you are so bold! How dare you molest the prince's concubine!"

"Does it? Do I have it?" Meng Fu shook his hands and looked down at himself, "My clothes are neat--"

Her words stopped suddenly, and the light shone brightly, and she saw her clothes-she was stuffed with a belly!

Pink belly, embroidered lotus leaf and mandarin ducks, light glides like water, shiny and charming.

Zhan Beiheng's face clearly wrote-adulterer and adulteress, even my concubine's bellyband is put on, dare you to say that there is no adultery?

Meng Fuyao was grief and indignation—the black lamp was blind, but he grabbed a bellyband!

Madam Nine was only hiding her face and crying, crying so Meng Fuyao was upset and irritable, got out of bed, grabbed her clothes and left, Zhanbei Heng Qingqing watched as she just waved her hand and left, shouting:" Take it!"

So I took it, Meng Fuyao didn't resist at all, she planted to the ground and fell asleep again with a "grumbling".

Zhan Beiheng looked down at the drunk Meng Fuyao, wondering why this guy didn't do it. With this kid's martial arts, he really wanted to break through. Who can stop this palace? If you really want to break through, you can't show off your ugliness, so you just pinch your nose. Who knows that this guy has really taken it for him, what can I do now? Really took it and sent it to Pandu Mansion's prison? What kind of crime is this? It was embarrassing for the people and the palace to find out.

He stood under the light for a long while, looking helplessly at the shameless you who was sleeping soundly, and glaringly at the nine ladies who was still covering his face and crying, and waved his hand:

"Closed into the firewood room!"

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Meng Fuyao was locked up in the Chaifang of Prince Heng Mansion to write a book of regret.

She lay on the ground, using the belly of the nine ladies as paper, and the coke in the wood room as a pen, writing seriously:

"I’m so stupid, really. I only know that drunk people have reduced self-control ability and there will be some uncontrollable and predictable misunderstandings. I don’t know that this misunderstanding will happen to me too. I drank in the palace that night. I was drunk, too hot and took off my clothes. I asked the nine ladies of the palace to see it. I was probably afraid that I would catch a cold. The nine ladies were very virtuous. She remembered every time the subordinates undressed, so the nine ladies came and asked me to wear them. Clothes, I don’t wear them, I want to go home, Mrs. Nine shouldn’t, torn and tangled a few times, I looked down and saw that the clothes were scattered all over the floor, there was no more my robe, and my robe would not be easily lost. , I searched everywhere, and it didn’t happen. I was anxious. I felt around on the bed, touching, touching, touching, touching until the middle of the night, touching the quilt and seeing the corners of the quilt flashing, I said, OK I finally found it. I took it out and put it on. The clothes are similar, the styles are different, and the face is embroidered with tweed... I’m so stupid, really."

She finished writing, and carefully handed it over to the prince who was guarding the firewood room. The belly was straight. When the guard sent over, she couldn't help but glanced at it, but she directly licked her foot and sent the book to Zhan Beiheng. When he was in his hand, Zhan Beiheng was drinking tea, but the tea was sprayed before he finished reading.

This book of peerless repentance somehow spread outside the palace. Once it was published, it was popular in Pandu, and the streets were looting Luoyang paper expensive, so that Pandu people met this morning, and the greeting has changed from "have you eaten?" Change to "I'm so stupid, really."

At the same time every night, Meng Fuyao must climb out through the window of the wood room to steal alcohol in the big kitchen next door. After drinking, he will be drunk and knock on firewood, shouting: "I'm so stupid, really!" Zhan Beiheng started to have a headache. Let her go, I can’t pull down this face, let’s not let it go, I am inexplicably almost a laughingstock, that guy is still innocent, Madam Nine is crying and crying without saying a word, but it is difficult to ride a tiger, he secretly cursed that night to wake up His captain of the bodyguard, if he knew it, would have cheated on them. Wouldn't it be all right after stealing and walking?

In Pandu, the wind was full of wind and rain, the cheating leader in the firewood room was crying and crying, and His Royal Highness Zhongheng in the Wang's Mansion had been so stalemate for two days. On the third day, someone finally came to build a ladder-Zhan Nancheng Chuan Xuanmeng Fuyao.

Early in the morning, a "butler" of the commanding mansion quietly met in front of the gate of Prince Heng's mansion. The gatekeeper did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly reported to Beiheng to fight against Beiheng. If he was pardoned, he quickly asked the plague **** Out of the wood room, the "housekeeper" waited in front of the flower hall with a smile. Zhan Beiheng glanced at him, and then again, he felt that this man was plain, but long and elegant, with a good demeanor and temperament, and stood clearly and respectfully. In the corner, everyone would see him for the first time when they passed by, and they couldn’t help but look at him a few more times. Moreover, when this person came to pick up Meng Fuyao and talked to him just now, he was not humble or arrogant for several weeks. That boy Meng Fuyao was a scum. Where can I find such talents?

Meng Zhajia came drunk, and when he saw the "housekeeper", he first squinted his eyes and then paused. He seemed to be a little bit trying to escape. He saw Zhan Beiheng sitting on it and watching. He grinned and said: "You are here."

The "Steward" smiled and bowed slightly: "Master, well? The younger one will pick you up."

Zhanbei Heng was in a trance and felt Meng Fuyao trembled, but he quickly determined that he was dazzled. Meng Fuyao smiled happily: "It's easy to talk, easy to talk." He pulled his sleeves in the past and bowed slantingly. Said: "Lord Xie has a lot of people, the subordinates... uh, the subordinates are gone."

The housekeeper held Meng Fu's palm with his backhand, and led her to walk slowly outwards, suddenly heard Zhan Bei Heng coldly say: "Just leave?"

The two turned around, Meng Fuyao was drunk and dizzy before speaking, but the butler first smiled and said: "I wonder what else the lord has to order?"

Zhan Beiheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him, coldly snorted: "Take her away." He clapped his hands, and slowly walked out of the cowardly beautiful woman with a cloak in the back hall.

Madam Nine.

Meng Fu shook his face blue and waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, no, no..."

Zhan Beiheng looked at her and said angrily and funny: "Commander Meng, do you think this king will want a broken willow that you have tainted?"

"I'm wrong..." Meng Fuyao rushed to Zhan Beiheng's knee, "Don't talk about getting involved with your subordinates, I haven't touched a single hair, I'm so stupid, really--"

"Stop!" Zhan Beiheng hurriedly stopped, and said angrily: "Commander Meng, you are too foolish. You have taken a fancy to the Ninth Madam, and you just said it to the king, is it possible that a woman can't bear this king? Is it hard to hear the wind and rain all over the city?"

"I'm so stupid, really--"

"Stop!" Zhan Beiheng waved, "Let's go, let's go, this woman is at your disposal."

Meng Fu shook his head to look at Zhan Beiheng innocently: "May I not?"

"Yes." Zhan Beiheng sneered, and handed a sword, "The commander, please help this king kill this **** by the way, so that you don't dirty your hands."

Meng Fuyao, who was smiling just now, immediately frustrated, and said in a daze, "All right then."

The butler looked at Meng Fuyao with a smile, and said: "Congratulations, sir, the little one seems to be holding a happy event for you."

Meng Fuyao smiled silly, slapped a drink "Uh", huffed it on the housekeeper, and muttered: "What should I do?"

The butler stared at Meng Fuyao for a long while, then stretched out his hand to pick her up, and leaned to Zhan Beiheng: "The prince laughed."

Zhan Beiheng waved his hand with a headache--go fast.

The butler hugged Meng Fuyao and entered the sedan chair. He did not forget to order another sedan chair to sit on the nine-madam. He did not leave the sedan chair. He sat holding Meng Fuyao, smiling steadily, and said:" Master, pretending to be drunk cannot escape punishment."

Meng Fuyao squinted and raised her head, grinning, she was still drunk, and she got rid of someone’s surveillance at Heng Palace these days, and in order to be a straw bag leader to the end, she had a good drink and her brain was extremely happy. Looking at the fluttering state, the flowers are red, the sky is blue, the top of the sedan is spinning, and the grandson Wuji in the Tsing Yi cap is Mong Sao.

She put her hand on the man's chest, tilted her head to look at him with a smile, and said: "Why do I think you are more silly in this Tsing Yi cap than in the Prince's formal suit?"

"Really?" Changsun Wuji looked at her with a smile, watching this guy who usually resists close physical contact, and today he is half drunk and not drunk at all not aware of the current posture—the two are in a small In the sedan chair, Meng Fuyao was on the lap of Changsun Wuji, she was nestled in his arms, her reddish face was on his shoulders, her hair and eyes were soft and lingering, soaked in wine-like delicacy. Even the breath exudes an intoxicating sweet fragrance.

The half-drunk Meng Fuyao, the Meng Fuyao who didn't realize that he was in the mouth of a wolf, and the Meng Fuyao who finally for a moment forgot her thoughts about returning home, how could he not taste it?

That's too sorry to wait for a long time, every time I am afraid of triggering the poison of her love, I dare not approach myself who dare not to tease.

Furthermore, didn't she say it--what should I do?

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, holding Meng Fuyao in the extremely small sedan chair he chose specially, and turned over with Meng Fuyao very dexterously, and suddenly became the posture of Meng Fuyao under and above him, through the different body shapes of the two , Completely caused absolute physical compression, and completely occupied the space where Meng Fuyao could move.

His knees are against hers, and on his arm is her neck, softly curled around like a cloud, long black hair cascading down like water, flowing through the back of his hand as smooth as satin.

He smiled, the gleam in his eyes was like wine, and the liquor was clear, reflecting her slightly smoky eyes, with a touch of pink on her cheeks, and the beautiful spring will always stop here.

She murmured and refused, slurred in her tongue: "Longsun Wuji, don't take advantage of others..."

But instead he leaned down deeper.

...Where is the wind from the plateau, with the high and clear breath that is closest to the sky, plucking her forehead, and the wind is full of spring grass and green, summer night lotus fragrance, and autumn chrysanthemums flowing Long, thick and accumulated under the winter snow, as vivid as the four seasons, as mellow and changeable as the four seasons, the wind stopped on her forehead, all the way down, through high mountains and low gully, through thousands of miles of territory , All the way in her world, it rained like spring rain.

She suddenly felt a little suffocated to breathe, she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly to grab more air, but in exchange for a fish, she flicked through the barriers and landed lightly and flexibly, and no one had ever seen her when attacking her In the Holy Land, his taste is soft and clear, like almonds, with a refreshing bitterness at the beginning, but the aftertaste is endlessly reciprocating fragrance, not compelling but everywhere, low-key gorgeous and bright... Fragrant.

She couldn't help but low Shen Yin, unwilling to indulge him or herself in this way, but he held her tighter because of such Shen Yin, her arms locked in his embrace, the summer weather The warmth of the heart, like a piece of nephrite, has a shocking comfort that makes people want to live forever, or lying in the clouds, resisting the tenderness in the first sweetness of life, fluttering and celestial, and unwilling to indulge in this life Fall into the world again.

However, it was just a moment of intoxication. Something deep in her heart was immediately involved in pain. She moved her body and tilted her head slightly.

His breath flicked from her lips, and the corners of her lips were imprinted with his own flavor. He thoughtfully loosened his body slightly and looked down at her pityingly. The peach blossom on the cheek has bloomed all over the world, even the jade neck Stained with a touch of charming powder.

The sedan chair swayed leisurely, the body was close to the narrow space, and the body couldn't help but collide gently, and the heat was transferred to each other. Through the thin clothes, I felt such subtle tremors... I don't know who is breathing again Get up quickly.

The long-term Sun Wuji held Meng Fuyao lovingly, her hair was wet with sweat at this moment, her black hair stuck to her white skin, like a snow-capped mountain gradually melting under the sun, he stretched out his fingers and gently aroused a strand The hair was gently wrapped around the fingertips, and then, he pulled his own hair, the two hairs intertwined, and I wanted to tie them together.

At this moment, the hair ends.

Meng Fuyao suddenly struggled vigorously.

She saw his eyes overflowing, seeing him so affectionate, seeing his slender fingers gently grasping each other’s hair, light streaming in from the window, and seeing those two strands of equally moisturizing black hair, she almost It is conceivable that the knot will make the most beautiful and brightest knot in the world.

But at the moment when the hair was about to knot, a strand of white hair, a pair of hands, and a fairy tale book with curled edges suddenly flashed before her eyes.

She jumped up suddenly.

Leap vigorously in this small, almost impossible space.

"Boom"!

The car top was lifted.

Meng Fuyao sprang out of the sedan chair like a rabbit.

The well-trained sedan chairmen have already been told, and they don’t need to deal with the general movement, so they don’t know whether the sedan chair is swaying, shaking, moving or moving, but Meng Fuyao's strength to jump with all his strength is that they can resist of? The four of them only felt a strong impact, and the sedan chair fell to the ground with soft hands. Looking back, Meng Fuyao had stepped on the ruins of the sedan chair.

Behind her, the graceful "temporary housekeeper" Shi Shiran walked from the shattered sedan ruins, still smiling: "Master Commander is drunk, thinking this is her training hall."

Meng Fu shook his head and twisted his head vigorously, looking at the sky. The posture is sturdy and decisive, but there is a suspicious layer of pale pink on the neck.

Changsun Wou-ki waved his hand, and the guards who followed immediately brought two horses. His Royal Highness personally handed over the reins and smiled cheerfully: "Please get on the horse."

There is a horse! Meng Fuyao was furious and asked with his eyes: Then why do you have to drag me to sit on the sedan chair?

There are two preparations for a red heart. His Royal Highness smiles. The sedan chair must be seated, and 80% must be broken. Horses should also be prepared. If they break, there will be transportation.

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Commander Meng married a concubine.

The Commander’s Mansion set up a few wedding tables for this and invited all the colleagues in the army to drink. During the banquet, some people naturally made fun of the "Dudou" commander, and the drunk bridegroom said: "I'm so stupid, really."

The hall was roaring with laughter, after laughing and sending people into the bridal chamber, watching Meng Fuyao happily enter the bridal chamber, everyone was envious-this kid was lucky, and the woman who had prostituted the prince, the prince didn't really touch him. I changed hands and gave him away. I knew I would go and hook up...

Zhan Nancheng naturally also heard the famous "I'm so stupid." I was worried and couldn't help but smiled, but soon his brows deepened-the imperial army fighting across the river in Yijiang, The soldiers of Zhan Beiye have not been able to get a good deal. What’s worse is that, after some military forces that first surrendered to Beiye, some frontier and garrison generals who are on the sidelines in the country are also somewhat unstable. Right now he There is an urgent need for a victory to reverse the unfavorable situation. However, this victory under the hands of Zhan Beiye seems to be completely indefinite.

Zhan Beiye was originally the first general of the Tiansha Dynasty, and even looking at the entire continent of the five continents, he is definitely one of the best. According to the analysis of those idle military scientists, except for the Prince Wuji who has not personally shot on the battlefield so far. People know the depth and depth, and it can be said that the battle of Beiye is the first one to do my part.

This is also the reason why Zhan Nancheng dispatched tens of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress him once Zhan Nancheng wanted to kill him. If he could not kill him quickly, there would be endless troubles. Now, the troubles are coming.

Zhan Nan grows up and sighs, and even adds a bit of sorrow-the prince somehow recently suffered a strange illness, is always inexplicably drowsy, and is lethargic. The emperor saw it but couldn't tell why, so he asked famous doctors all over the world. There is no clear statement.

So depressed, Zhan Nancheng felt more and more lonely, and then he was surprised that he had lived like this before. Why did he suddenly feel lonely? After thinking about it for a long time, I remembered that Meng Fuyao was on wedding leave recently and hadn't entered the palace for a while.

On weekdays, I feel annoyed by this kid's nonsense. Once it's gone, I feel empty. Zhan Nancheng smiled and cursed, this **** kid, marry a concubine, take a "marriage leave!"

Gradually, the qi was getting down, and the candles were lit in the Qian'an Palace. The old **** Hua Dao instructed the little **** to hang up the lantern, and he said something with a smile. Zhan Nancheng walked slowly over to listen, but listened to him. Anecdotes about the romantic family of Commander Meng-Commander Meng held a dance party at home, and the new aunt wore a backless outfit, tut... A group of eunuchs squeaked and laughed and saw that Zhannan Chengdu had changed color.

Zhan Nancheng suddenly became interested, hey, that kid has married a new wife, isn't he a little older? Take a look! It's also a relaxation.

Since the last time he was assassinated, he seldom went out of the palace. This time he went out of the palace with a lot of back and forth. When he walked into the Meng Mansion quietly, he saw that the mansion was very lively. Meng Fuyao led a group of maids and invited My colleagues in the army are holding a masquerade with their families.

She was very happy to see Zhan Nancheng. After saluting, she pulled him to wear a mask to dance. Although Zhan Nancheng was curious, she resolutely refused, jokes, put on a mask and mixed in the crowd? Who can take a cold shot, I won't be over?

Meng Fuyao didn't force it, so he sat with him, and asked his new aunt to pay homage to the emperor. Zhan Nancheng had also seen this concubine at the Zhanbei Heng Mansion, and now he saw her dressed strangely. He was full of joy, but couldn't help but smile, and let her go down with a few words of comfort.

Nine Immortals went like butterflies, and the scene was full of chaos. Meng Fuyao leaned in, and repeatedly asked Zhan Nancheng to rest in the inner hall, saying that the garden was very lively, afraid of quarreling with your Majesty, Zhan Nancheng waved his hand. Sitting still, his heart was gloomy, and his heart was overwhelmed, and he wanted to take a good look at the joy of the world and relieve him.

He leaned on the railing of the pavilion, asked Meng Fuyao to dance, drank tea by himself, and frowned when thinking about the prince’s inexplicable illness.

Suddenly I heard two women talking behind a cluster of shrubs behind the pavilion.

One person said: "Mrs. Meng, you are so lucky. Look at your family leader who dressed you up. This red gemstone string is worthless."

"Yes," it was Jiu Xian's inattentive, triumphant voice, "My master said, good women need jewels, diamonds will last forever, and one will be passed down forever."

She seemed to be showing off the jade bracelet on her wrist, smiling like a silver bell: "Sister, tell you, you have to look at people, I'm blessed, I look at my master, change it to the previous... hum. "

Zhan Nancheng listened. I thought it was not good for the prince of a country to listen to the corner of the two women like this. I was about to walk away. I couldn’t help but smile when I heard this, thinking that this woman, Jiu Xian, is really bold and shameless. It was obviously a shameful thing. If it weren’t for the two days when they closed the firewood room, they hinted that Bei Heng would simply have a personal affection and sent her to Meng Fuyao. These two people should have been selling kilns, selling kilns, and demoted. After being demoted, she could not wait to hide what she was holding in exchange for someone else, but she was fine and brought it up by herself.

The woman who was talking to Jiu Xian was also quiet. It seemed that Jiu Xian was so big-headed and thoughtless. After a long time, she reluctantly said, "I heard that His Royal Highness Heng treated his wife very much. Not bad..."

"What's so good." Jiu Xian snorted, "All day long, Jing said that he gave me the most precious things, and wanted me to keep it alive, but it was just some rotten pieces of paper. Moved the ground in my house, it was mysterious, I didn't know the words, and he didn't allow me to ask, and it didn't look like the title deed, the lord... just a dull gourd..."

The words of the two of them faded away. Behind the pavilion, Zhan Nancheng was silent, and slowly put down the tea cup. After a long silence, he straightened up and walked out.

The sweaty Meng Fuyao hurried over and saw that he was about to leave, and said in amazement: "Why is your Majesty leaving? It's a bad minister and shouldn't play by himself."

"Don't do your business, it's time to go back to the palace." Zhan Nancheng waved his hand, smiled, and said: "It's too late at night, and it's easy to go wrong."

"Yes." Meng Fuyao immediately bowed obediently, "He sent a team of Feibao camp brothers to send his majesty."

"Yeah." Zhan Nancheng smiled and looked at her, "Change to your own Flying Fox Camp. Flying Leopard Camp is often in Da Nei, and it's time to change shifts. Sometimes, people who are too close may not be good. ."

Meng Fuyao smiled and bowed and sent him out, seeing the back of Zhan Nancheng hurriedly disappearing in the night. For a long time, a faint smile appeared.

The smile is floating, like a poisonous mandala blooming in the night.

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Three days later, a thunderbolt overwhelmed Beijing.

The most respected prince in the contemporary Tiansha imperial family, the young brother who controls all important matters of the inner court and foreign affairs, and his majesty loves and trusts most. He is known as the gate of the iron lion of the Tiansha. Detained to jail!

On August 19th, the imperial guards surrounded the palace of Heng silently at night, and quickly controlled all the guards of the palace. The Minister of Foreign Affairs and Literature personally led the investigation of the palace, and went straight to the closed old palace. The beloved concubine Jiuxian lived three feet in the ground.

On August 20th, King Heng was held in a jail, and the king seized him and was guilty pending trial.

The Huolala Building fell, and the oil miserable lights were about to go out. Within three days, the guards would ride like thunder like a dark cloud, and the arrogantly opened Crimson Palace gate would pour out like tides. They flowed into Pandu's pro-aristocratic clan. They moved around to investigate the remaining party and apprehend accomplices. Zhan Nancheng frequently decreed, using the momentum of thunder, to mobilize and purify all the institutions and troops that Zhan Beiheng's previous forces could reach. Those who marked the Heng Party, or those who were too close to Zhan Bei Heng, couldn't escape. Pandu people were panicked and shrouded in an atmosphere of panic.

This case caused a sensation in Pandu. Zhanbei Heng has always come to three thousand people, and many people intend to redress the grievances for him. Unexpectedly, someone in the court just raised it, Zhan Nancheng sneered and threw a bunch of things—that It was found in the palace that many prohibited objects and internal tributes, as well as a number of puppets, were engraved with the prince and the eight characters of this birthday.

The Great Witchcraft Case!

Everyone was silent immediately, and retired in cold sweat. Throughout the dynasties, the witchcraft case has always been a taboo that cannot be touched, especially the royal family. The witchcraft art is especially taboo. If it is involved, you will die. redemption.

A word floats in everyone's heart.

Heng Wang, it's over!

This case has come to the forefront. There was no news beforehand. King Heng hadn’t even prepared for it, and he was already a prisoner. In the past, he was replaced by a close faithful. He has been in Beijing for many years. Although many affairs are managed and managed on behalf of In recent years, there have been many contacts that have been slowly established. Most of these people have been implicated. However, what still surprises the world is that the one who is the closest to King Heng, even his concubine is the Meng leader of King Heng’s old man. It is the only one who has not been implicated. She is still in charge of her safely, and even more importantly. This is no longer a dynasty anomaly, it can be regarded as a miracle.

It is said that when the case of King Heng was raised, some people impeached King Meng Fuyao, who had a heart of disobedience, but was left by Zhan Nancheng. At that time, Zhan Nancheng stared at the memorial, carefully and carefully. After thinking about the whole thing, I felt that Meng Fuyao couldn't have any hands and feet in it. The Jiu Madam refused to ask for it at the beginning, but she ordered Zhan Beiheng to give it to him; it was completely temporary when she went to the commanding mansion that day. No one knew it beforehand; when he went to the mansion to watch the dance, Meng Fuyao repeatedly invited him into the inner hall to rest. He did not intend to leave him in the garden to hear that passage. It was just a coincidence. Who can have such amazing wisdom , Will these many coincidences be considered a good step?

Zhan Nancheng thought for a long time, and felt that with a person like Meng Fuyao, how could it be possible to set up such a grassy gray line that stretches thousands of miles? So Meng Fuyao continued to be stable and became her new leader with a very good reputation. She spent her days in the camp and went home at night to think about harm.

At this time, in late August of the Seventh Year of the Evil of Heaven, the weather was dense and rainless for a long time. The atmosphere of the imperial court was like this weather. The atmosphere of the imperial court was also covered with dark clouds. Government orders and military orders continued to be sent out. Toward the shore of Yishui, still unable to withstand the ever-increasing force of the Canglong Army, the imperial army was faltered and frightened one after another. Seeing Yishui crossing, the entire Tiansha hinterland is no longer able to stop the city of the Canglong Army. , The whole Tiansha, confess before the enemy!

On August 24th of the Seventh Year of Tiansha Qianqiu, at night, Pandu, a tense atmosphere, and a leisurely atmosphere, Meng Tongling Mansion.

Hua Ting Li Meng led the whole room to play her homemade mahjong. If she loses, she will be punished with peanuts--not to use her hands.

Actually, Meng Fuyao wanted to see the handsome guys nibbling peanuts with their mouths. That's so cute... She shuffled the cards with a smile--I thought I was a master at the hemp altar, relying on this to make money for the dorm sisters Pocket money, just wait to be the big guy and lick the peanuts with your mouth hahaha...

In the first game, Yun Hen lost, the man coldly drew his sword, and Meng Fuyao's face turned pale-ah, brother, if you don't want to be embarrassed, just tell your sister and me, don't you need to use a knife and shoot?

The cloud mark came out of the sword, the sword light flashed, and the corner of the table with peanuts fell like tofu, and the peanuts bounced and fell into his mouth.

……

In the second game, Zong Yue lost, the Mongolian doctor glanced at the peanut slowly, his sleeves trembled, and...the peanut was gone.

Meng Fuyao didn't agree. He was eating peanuts instead of letting them destroy the corpse. Zong Yue smiled at her: "This is the latest corpse powder. I will try it next time?"

……

In the third game, the grandson Wuji finally lost. Meng Fuyao's eyes burnt and said: "No weapons, no drugs!"

The grandson Wuji smiled and nodded, very cooperative. Meng Fuyao was relieved that he could finally see His Royal Highness indecent.

As a result, His Royal Highness flicked his fingers, and Master Yuan Bao, who was squatting on the table, immediately held up the peanuts, one by one, into his mouth.

His Royal Highness chewed gracefully and nodded: "Very fragrant."

……

Before the three rounds were over, the window was knocked, Meng Fuyao's face sank and walked to the window, a black light flashed in the darkness, and a small wax pill shot into her palm.

Meng Fuyao smiled and said: "80% of that guy has won..." As he walked to the table and spread the wax pill, several people approached with concern.

A piece of plain paper on the table. The paper is not very particular about the quality of the paper. It is still stained with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Just lightly unroll it, and you can feel the breath of the iron and blood battlefield.

Long Feifeng Wu is even less elaborate on the paper, with a few big characters dripping with ink:

"Swinging! Yishui final crossing, wait for me to meet!"