Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 2: Deep Palace Night

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The very faint and faint smell of blood floated over, and it was impossible to smell it if it was not a person like Zhan Beiye Meng Fuyao who had rushed through the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain.

Meng Fuyao touched his arms subconsciously, wanting to see the reaction of the ingot. After touching it, he remembered that the ingot version of the danger alarm didn't follow it, and he kept hiccups after drinking too much, and he couldn't force himself out of alcohol. , With it is no longer a siren, but an indicator.

Zhan Beiye didn't hesitate, pulled Meng Fuyao and retreated.

But there was a sudden squeak underneath, the door opened, and a man in grey clothes, who was the one who made the secret signal in the restaurant today, walked out with his bleeding fingers, and muttered, "Knock is not good. I just knocked on the hot water tank sitting on the fire. No, the tank cracked and cut my hand!"

He raised his fingers and shook them in the air. The fingers were still bleeding under the moonlight. Meng Fuyao opened the tiles and saw that there was indeed broken pottery on the stove below. The fire had been extinguished. A large puddle of water on the ground.

Zhan Beiye was relieved and both fell down with Meng Fuyao. The man immediately gave in silently and motioned for the two to enter the house. There was one person in the house, hidden in the dim light and shadow. When he saw Zhan Beiye come in, he would give a salute. Stop, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the empress?"

"The news in the palace, the empress is well, don't worry, you will not show up for a day, the emperor will not move her."

"I'm going to pick her up," Zhan Beiye said straightforwardly, "Do you think it is difficult?"

"Yes," the man answered without hesitation. "The three hundred guards are still next. The emperor and King Heng are laying many traps inside and outside the Xihua Palace, waiting for you to throw yourself into the trap." He simply drew. The layout of the Xihua Palace said, "I suspect that there are artillery in this tower. The wall of the Lotus Palace on the opposite side is higher than the Xihua Palace. It just happens to be able to take down the guns from the high ground. In addition, the empress is forbidden to go to the front yard, indicating that there are still There is an ambush."

"The three hundred guards were kept tightly guarded, even when changing shifts, there was no chance at all. Even during the shift, there would be more people-because they changed shifts a quarter of an hour earlier, and then left a quarter of an hour later, in order. No one dared to slack off, King Heng said, "I lost my mother, and the whole team beheaded regardless of the reason."

"We tried to dig tunnels, but the location of Xihua Palace is in the center of the harem. On the left is Zhengyi Hall, and on the right is Fengyu Palace. The empress is gazing at the palace. It is also the place where the guards of the palace are the densest. The growth was too dangerous, and when digging into the inner city, the road was blocked by stone slabs and there was no way to continue."

The man dictated with his fingers and carefully explained the possible layout of the traps inside and outside the Xihua Palace to Zhan Beiye. He also talked about the various methods they tried to rescue. Meng Fuyao listened. The more I heard it, this was simply an impossible task, and I was deliberately asking Zhan Beiye to die.

Zhan Beiye has been listening carefully. The oil lamp is dim and the room is full of shadows. He can't see his expression. Only his eyes are still bright and black. When he sweeps over, he is heavy and iron, but the two have been calm and talkative, although their appearance is ordinary. , The temperament is very calm.

After listening to this, Zhan Beiye gave a "um", without a word for a long while, after listening to the "prince cautious" advice of the two, he nodded and said, "Yes, it is not suitable to start a long-term plan. Now I heard the mother concubine. Well, I can be considered relieved."

He smiled and said, "You guys are doing a good job, you must continue to be careful."

The two men bowed in response, and Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao went out. As soon as they left the yard, Zhan Beiye's pace accelerated. Meng Fuyao looked at his direction, but he was not going back to the inn. He quickly reminded, "Hey, Lu Stupid, the direction is wrong."

"Yes," Zhan Kitano grinned, his white teeth shining brightly, "I'm hot, I want to take a walk."

"Spend your ball away," Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, "It's not summer yet. Are you hot? The whole city is waiting for you to enter the net. Are you taking a walk?"

Zhan Beiye answered very well, "Why? No?"

"Okay, okay," Meng Fuyao became angry, took a closer look at the surrounding buildings, and suddenly said suspiciously, "Aren't you going to the palace?"

Zhan Beiye smiled away and remained silent.

Meng Fuyao let out a "uh", and he was taken aback, "You just—was lying?"

Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows, turned and left, Meng Fuyao rushed to grab him, "You are crazy, didn't you hear what they said? The copper wall and the iron wall are waiting for you to hit your head and bloody, even if you ride the black wind It’s useless to bring all three thousand people. What's more, why are you in such a hurry before you have time to gather the old department? Why can’t you wait for everyone to come together, and make another move if you plan well?"

Zhan Beiye didn't speak, brushed away her hand and walked forward.

"You stop for me!" Meng Fuyao was furious and chased after him, "I can't watch you go to death!"

"If I don't go, my mother will die." Zhan Beiye turned around, his tone was calm, "At least, I must let her see me tonight."

Meng Fuyao opened her mouth wide and looked at him. Then she realized that Zhan Beiye's tone was normal, but her eyes were filled with pain and worry. The heavy anxiety rushed towards her face like a black wind, making her heart twitched. One smoke.

"The mother concubine is crazy, but she and I are born with a tacit understanding," Zhan Beiye said softly, "mostly because of her madness, she is extremely sensitive in her mind, and she can sense the dangers around her and her I'm in crisis. These days I was born to death, she knows; I'm worried, she must be the same, but I can resist the past, can she?"

"She is already weak, and no matter how panicking and worrying day and night, how can I persist until I slowly plan to save her?" Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up a little, "During the day, I asked the dandy to bring the token. She must be waiting for me tonight. In any case, I want her to see me, even if she cannot be rescued, this side will be the reason for her to persevere!"

Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiye's eyes. At this moment, he finally fully understood the terrible burial of the Gun Clan in the Changhan dense forest. He still insisted on walking that way. He crossed the mountainside for three days and nights. After sacrificing one after another, he almost lost his life, just to reach his mother at an early moment!

Suddenly remembered that after escaping from the tomb, Ronaldinho disappeared and Beiye waited for a long time, and now she knows what anxious mentality he is waiting for his subordinates, waiting for that everyone knows Ronaldinho knows that there is no chance of survival.

It takes ten days to travel quickly from Changhan to Pandu, and to fight against the northern fields to save time for seven days, but wasted a very precious half day, waiting for someone knowing that there is no hope For those who survived, every minute and every second of the day was suffering, suffering from the pair of Lianxin mothers and sons who were worried about each other, and suffering from Zhan Beiye's worry about his mother.

Don’t give up, don’t give up.

This man who is both filial and righteous, is reluctant to lose hope to anyone!

She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She just stretched out her hand and pulled Zhan Beiye's shirt tightly.

She said, "Together."

Zhan Beiye immediately refused, Meng Fuyao said quickly, "If you refuse, I will disappear in front of you forever."

Zhan Beiye looked at her with scorching eyes, and said for a while, "I would rather you disappear forever, as long as you are safe."

Meng Fuyao became angry, scratched the wall, and said fiercely after scratching for a long time, "I also saw the picture just now, I will go by myself."

Laughing, Zhan Beiye took her away from the wall and said, "If you know you will say this, let's go."

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Pandu has been heavily guarded recently. People are not allowed to walk around at night. The business of various brothel and gambling shops has been disturbed a lot. They closed their doors early, and the streets were deserted with no people, but even a cat ran away. Once, someone will check it immediately.

It can be seen that Zhan Nancheng and Zhan Beiheng have spent a lot of effort to catch this brother who is resolutely unwilling to die, and let them sleep in peace.

Fortunately, with the light work of these two men, in the eyes of the guards, they were just two dark shadows passing by in a trance. Not long after, the two had already sneaked near the north gate of the palace.

Looking on the roof of the Tianjie Pass Commander outside the Palace Gate Square, waiting for the slowly rotating crossbow arrow on the square tower to turn, Meng Fuyao quietly asked Zhan Beiye, "Who were those two people just now?"

"Grandpa's former staff, after his death, all the powers and former subordinates he managed in the two dynasties gave me." Zhan Kitano replied, "Not a small power."

"Outsiders see you as a polished prince, with three thousand guards who can't make a big storm no matter how powerful." Meng Fu patted the tiles under his body and grinned, "For example, the official hall below seems to belong to the polished prince. Office space."

"Yes, during that time I learned to sign and seal." Zhan Beiye replied in an intriguing manner, "The seal I signed is just right, and the posture is solemn, known as the ‘Pandu First Visa Prince’".

Meng Fu shook and laughed a little bit of tears. She turned her head and wiped it away quietly. If nothing happened, she changed the subject, "Hey, sign me a certificate, Fufeng, Tiancang, Xuanyuan, Xuanji, etc."

"The firmament country rarely has a pass. They have no diplomatic relations with us. They don't invite, and no one dares to go." Zhan Kitano replied, "Besides, I have long been reminded that the request cannot give you a pass."

"Who reminded?" Meng Fuyao suddenly turned his head and his eyes burned, "Which bastard?"

"The **** of Changsun Wuji." Zhan Beiye looked at her unkindly, "He said that from our own minds, even if we can't stop General Meng's lofty ideals, it is absolutely necessary to contribute to the flames. ."

Meng Fuyao the black thread, Changsun Wuji, the one who killed a thousand swords! She wanted to take advantage of the fact that the warlord was more honest and help him a few things, and then deceive a few passage orders from him. This is all in vain.

The more I think about it, the more I hate it, but there is nowhere to vent. A certain **** is far away from Promise. He is probably talking to his fiancee, **** it, he's going to be a gangster, and even bad things about her, Meng Fuyao smokes again on his head, his eyes are gloomy. Started to scratch the tile, using it as the skin of the grandson Wuji, scratching fiercely and happily, Zhan Beiye looked funny, pulled her paws, patted and said, "You can go."

The two stood up and crossed the square like black smoke, passing by their side at the moment when the two guards crossed each other. The 15-meter-high wall was a piece of cake in their eyes. After skimming up, Zhan Beiye waved it smoothly, drew the iron arrow from the huge crossbow, and thrust it into the throat of the guard who was about to cry out, and ruined the crossbow.

Meng Fuyao swam into the hut on duty behind the tower like a fish, and solved the remaining one. The two changed their clothes, fighting Beiye too small, Meng Fuyao too big, looked at each other and laughed.

The palace is divided into eight gates. The north gate is also known as the Changxin gate. The Central Government Office of Tiansha focuses on guarding this area. This is the gate where the civil and military officials visit and exit every day. The guarding strength of the eight gates is medium. He did not choose to go in and out of the dung car and the weakest guard among the eight gates. According to his understanding of his eldest son, the easiest west gate at this time must be the most difficult one.

Zhan Beiye is familiar with the terrain, and led Meng Fuyao to avoid the guards all the way to the center of the palace. The more guards you go in, the more guards you go in. Afterwards, you have to hide every few steps. The familiarity of the terrain in the palace has reached a heinous level. Once there were guards from the front and back at the same time, and they were about to hit. Meng Fuyao was already ready to violently kill people. Zhan Beiye pulled her and turned her magically. A small house hidden behind the bushes easily hid. Meng Fuyao looked at his amazing eyes in the dark. He remembered the days when the eighteen-year-old had not been out of the palace and was forced to live in the palace. I must have already matured the plants and trees here.

The Zhan Family father and son ignored his hostility to this son, and did not let him go out of the palace, but he didn't expect to help him many years later.

That’s the case. When the two of them walked all the way to the Xihua Palace without surprise, they had already spent too much time. Although the sky was dark at this moment, it was already the darkest time before dawn. It's going to dawn soon.

On the opposite side of the Chonglian Palace, it is quiet and silent. There is no clue on the elevated palace wall, but it can be guessed that the entire Xihua Palace, especially the backyard, must be under the supervision of the Chonglian Palace.

The lights in Xihua Palace were brilliant, so bright that you could see an ant crawling by.

Meng Fuyao was a little anxious, but Zhan Beiye's expression was calm. He made a gesture, and the two swam up to the outer wall of Xihua Palace, facing the Zhonglian Palace. This is the only dead corner of Zhonglian Palace overlooking Xihua Palace. .

Lying on the wall, faintly smelling the rich fragrance of flowers and plants in the wind, deep in the flowers, in the Xihua Palace garden.

In the depths of the flowers, there is a faint voice, coming slowly.

The voice was weak and feeble, and it swayed like a gossamer. In the middle of the night, deep in the flowers of the palace, it flew like a butterfly, but that butterfly is also a butterfly of late winter, and its brittle wings can't carry the frosty wind of the world, a little bit Trying to shake up, but still flying a little bit in the frost and snow.

Identified carefully and vaguely heard the voice of a woman humming in a low voice.

"...indifferent Nagano, vast rivers and oceans, my son is gone, I don't know where...Cangshan is reckless, Bai Rixi, my son has not returned, I don't know the time..."

The sound of the song is slightly dumb, I don't know if it is natural, or it has broken my throat for a long time. However, in the simple words, every sentence is missed and every sentence is affectionate.

Midnight, deep palace, ancient and simple local minor tunes, weak and distant women singing.

Meng Fuyao was taken aback and felt a little creepy. Suddenly, she caught a flash of light in the corner of her eyes. She turned her head and saw Zhan Beiye's face lying on the wall listening carefully, slowly flowing down two thin lines Water flow.

The water flow slowly gathered in the eyes of the man who almost never shed tears, slowly filling, falling shallowly and flowing down.

The light of the water reflected the moonlight, and it was thrilling.

Meng Fuyao's fingers snapped into the palace wall.

This bleak royal mother and son.

My mother stays up day and night, singing constantly in the depths of the flowers closest to the palace wall.

The son was in tears, separated by a palace wall, listening to his mother and concubine, who was close at hand but unable to meet, missed his singing.

The mother has gone mad, but she knows everything about her son's situation.

My son runs day and night, not to sacrifice to drive back to her side, but in the end he can only imagine her withered face across the palace wall.

A short distance away, the end of the world.

Meng Fuyao put his forehead against the cold wall, tears filled his eyes and thought of his mother on the hospital bed in the previous life.

Is she also waiting for herself every day, singing the song "Good Girl" when she was a child during the missing interval?

Will she also sleepless in the middle of the night, walk into the flowers under the moonlight, and use thin fingers to caress the half-rested flower buds?

Her silent tears wet the crimson wall, Zhan Beiye looked at her sideways, the tears in his eyes were dry, but at this moment there was more pity and sigh, and he leaned on the wall Without too much movement, he reached his fingers and gently stroked Meng Fuyao's shoulder.

Meng Fuyao grinned reluctantly, his eyes flickering, shattering the stars of the day.

Zhan Beiye looked at her, as if looking at a scar he was born with, painful and inevitable.

This woman who will cry because of him...

These people he is destined to cherish all his life...

The singing was swaying, and a scorching flame lit up in Zhan Beiye's eyes. When he lifted himself up, he was about to rush through the palace wall.

"...My son has not returned..."

"Gongjing Princess."

The sudden voice of the man made Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye tremble together, Meng Fuyao quickly pulled Zhan Beiye with his eyes and hands, and Shengsheng pulled him down.

"It's late at night, you'd better enter the house to rest." The voice was vaguely eunuch, as if persuading the mother concubine of Zhan Beiye.

No answer, she is still singing her song.

"Please come in!" This is another man's voice, young, cold, and slow. The word "please" is very heavy.

When the eunuchs and guards were instructed, they heard the noise of the steps. It seemed that someone was going to help the toffee. The toffee’s singing stopped suddenly, but the people seemed to be unwilling to cooperate. There was a faint sound of struggling, gasping, kicking, dragging, Then "Ouch" someone yelled, "She bit someone!"

At the moment when the struggle sounded, Meng Fuyao immediately reached out and stopped Zhan Beiye.

She pleaded, looking at Zhan Beiye, whose eyes were red for an instant, and even her hair seemed to stand up, she silently pleaded, "No, don't!"

At this moment, the guards gathered in the palace. The young man was probably his younger brother. He was waiting on the net. He showed up at this time, which was nothing more than death.

Zhan Beiye leaned on the wall, his whole body trembling, his fingers dangled deeply into the wall, **** knuckles.

He turned his head very slowly and looked at Meng Fuyao... He could rush in without fear of death, facing the traps and nets of Zhan Beiheng, just to save his mother and concubine from the rude pull of those people, mother The concubine was so afraid of strangers, and never wanted to be touched by anyone except him. When he thought of her panic and helplessness at the moment, he wanted to replace her with her body... However, he couldn't.

He is not alone, Meng Fuyao, beside him.

He is responsible for his mother and concubine, but why not be responsible for Meng Fuyao? How could he be selfish and put Meng Fuyao in danger?

Zhan Beiye closed his eyes.

He put his forehead against the wall, silent, extremely small, but extremely forceful, he did not pity his tossing and rubbing, the crimson paint was rubbed off, and then slowly Stained with another bright red, those reds gradually expanded, but he refused to stop. It seemed that only in this way could he withstand the huge pain in his heart, knowing that the mother concubine was bullied but could not save her.

Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth, her teeth sinking deep into her lower lip. She turned her head away from Zhan Beiye, desperately forcing herself to think about what method should be used to rescue Zhan Beiye's mother concubine, even if she met him, that poor The woman seems really unable to continue.

The struggle in the palace continued. Meng Fuyao pressed the battle against Beiye, really afraid that he could not withstand such a year-long suffering and suddenly violent, but suddenly he heard people speak vaguely in the chaos.

"That's it."

This seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man, with the majesty of a long-time leader, and his side Zhan Bei Ye brows, Meng Fuyao immediately understood that Zhan Nancheng was there.

The palace was silent, the woman didn't cry, and she started singing the moment people let go of her.

"...My son has not returned, I don't know the date..."

The people in the first palace listened silently. For a long time, the emperor of Tiansha Kingdom seemed to sigh softly and said, "When I was a child, I seemed to have heard this song."

There are some distant memories and sorrow in his tone, and he slowly said, "The empress dowager went early, but vaguely remembered that she liked Princess Gongjing very much. It is said that there are frequent contacts. When I was six years old, I heard it on her lap. This song."

Everyone was even more silent, and Zhan Beiheng seemed to be coughing.

Princess Gongjing stopped singing suddenly, and stammered for a while, "...I shouldn't sing it to you."

Zhan Nancheng said "Oh?"

The Princess Gongjing said loudly, "You want to kill him——you kill him——"

At this moment, she had a clear mind and no language hindrance. She even knew what Zhan Nancheng was going to do. She was not like a lunatic at all. She loudly accused the emperor of the Tiansha Dynasty: You are going to kill your brother!

Zhan Beiye shook, and the people in the palace were even more silent.

"How about I want to kill him?" Zhan Nancheng was silent for a long time, but he readily recognized him, "On the side of the couch, how can you let others sleep soundly?"

"...He doesn't care about you!" The concubine misheard the word'healthy', and defended her son even more excitedly.

Zhan Nancheng seemed to smile, probably because he thought it was ridiculous to talk to a mad woman, and said coldly, "It should be enough for this midnight, and I clicked the Taifei acupoint and sent her back to the bedroom. The rest are guarding you." Fighting Beiheng Road again, "Brother Heng, follow me to the Imperial Study Room."

"Yes."

The sound of steps walked away, followed by a large number of guards leaving. The guards patrolling in front also came towards this palace wall. Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye swam to the other wall and continued to hide in the shadows.

From a distance, Meng Fuyao glanced at the emperor and prince, and calculated the distance and the number of people around him. He felt that if he wanted to rush to hold the two from here, it was really impossible, so he had to give up.

Waiting for a while, until late at night, when people are the most sleepy and relaxed, the two are about to conceal quietly. Suddenly they heard the door opening and closing inside. Someone approached the wall, leaned lazily on the root of the wall, and hit A big yawn, said, "For so many days in a row, I often don't sleep well all night and I am exhausted."

Another person said, "I've counted the time. It is impossible for King Lie to appear in Pandu now, and he can't fly with his wings. Why let us guard day and night from now on?"

Before speaking, "I also heard that King Lie died on Changhan Mountain."

"Really?" The question seemed to be three people, two surprises and one loss.

"Tens of thousands of elite soldiers encircled and suppressed him. He was forced into the forest of death. As you know, no one can come out alive in that place."

There was silence for a while, and one person said in a low voice, "It's a pity the hero of King Lie I..."

"Keep your mind! Be careful of what you say!" Someone immediately yelled at him, "That's the rebel ordered by your majesty to besiege!"

The man was silent, and said angrily for a long while, "Old grandson, you can say that. Three years ago, your son had smallpox. A famous doctor can treat it, but you can't afford it. You can't borrow money from relatives. The **** is about to die. The prince who did not return to Beijing to report on his duties accidentally learned that the grass on the grave of your **** is tall!"

The old grandson choked and stopped talking, the man named Cunzhi snorted, stood up, and said, "It's convenient for me to go."

He walked a few steps, turned to the latrine behind the palace, and just unbuttoned his pants, a black shadow flashed in front of him, he looked up anxiously and looked into a pair of large and bright eyes.

The owner of the eye pupils smiled at him kindly, and pulled up the pants that he had not buttoned in time because of shock, and whispered quietly, "Shhh--"

It was naturally Meng Fuyao who ran into the men's room to pull the pants for others in the middle of the night.

The man named Cunzhi opened his mouth to scream, and Meng Fuyao's palm stood up. The man suddenly felt suffocated and couldn't even open his mouth. He stared at Meng Fuyao in horror, wondering what killer she was going to kill.

Behind Meng Fu, a black figure slowly turned.

The man's eyes changed suddenly. First he was surprised and then rejoiced and then he was horrified. Meng Fuyao stared at him and said, "Brother Cunzhi, we heard what you said just now. Thank you for your righteousness. Lord Lie came down to do it. What, I think you know very well, would you like to help us?"

The man hesitated, and said in a low voice, "The prince is still here. It really makes the villain happy... It’s just that the villain persuaded the prince, the empress can’t be saved. In and outside the palace, when you leave the latrine, step by step There are organs and traps at every step. Even if you fight the villain’s life, you will not be able to help you rescue the empress."

"I just want to see her first." Zhan Beiye whispered, "I want her to see me well."

The man pondered and said nothing, Meng Fuyao suddenly said, "Is there a female toilet next to this men's toilet?"

"Yes," the man said, "there were more guards, so two latrines were built, very close to each other, with the rear windows facing each other."

"Let the empress come to this women's toilet, can they see each other with mother and son?"

"No." The man replied, "As a mother, it is impossible to come out and use this simple latrine."

"Li Daitao is stiff," Meng Fuyao laughed, whispered and said to the man. The man thought for a while and nodded, but Zhan Beiye immediately said, "What are you going to do Fuyao?"

"Do what you should do," Meng Fu patted the man on the shoulder, "Brother Cunzhi, please, if things happen, there will always be a chance to thank you in the future."

"The prince has a great reputation, treats the tribe with kindness, expels Moro, and protects the peace of the people on our borders. Such a generation of virtuous kings should not be treated like this." The man bowed, "It is a villain who can drive the prince. Honored."

Meng Fuyao stared at the man, looked into the sincere and clear eyes of the other party, his eyes flashed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Go." He gave him a vial.

The man took the vial and went cautiously. Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao were afraid of being hit by other toilet users, and retracted into a shadow above the toilet. The place was close to the palace, and the two dared not speak. , Zhan Kitano slowly wrote on the wall, "What are you going to do?"

Meng Fuyao wrote, "If possible, take her away."

Zhan Beiye's gaze flashed and a sharp look, and he reached out to catch Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao gave a hand and pointed downwards. Zhan Beiye helplessly glared at her, and wrote, "You are not allowed to move your head!"

Meng Fuyao wrote, "My old lady's brain has not been straightened."

Zhan Beiye was so angry that he was thinking about whether to take her acupuncture away, but suddenly a court lady hurriedly came up below, hugged her belly and ran towards the latrine.

Meng Fuyao smiled and fluttered over.

Zhan Beiye immediately understood what she was going to do, and she wanted to chase him in a hurry. Meng Fuyao suddenly looked back in midair. An extremely sharp eye was shocked, and the fearless Zhan Beiye was startled.

In this shock, Meng Fuyao has already fallen from the shadow between the two toilets into the women's toilet. He lifted his hand and tapped the acupuncture point of the lady of the palace.

Smoothly picking her clothes off, facing the maid’s simple appearance and changing clothes, Meng Fuyao heard the sound of the wind suddenly behind him, and immediately gave in extremely slippery.

While changing her clothes, she avoided the war North Field, who had to stop her with a continuous gesture, in a small space, and only said a few words.

The first sentence is: "She can't support her anymore."

The second sentence is: "Trust me."

The sound of the wind rested behind him, and Zhan Beiye stopped in a daze. Meng Fuyao had changed his clothes. He raised his head and smiled at the struggling Zhan Beiye, pointed at the male latrine, and walked out without looking back. .

As soon as she got out of the latrine, she immediately bent over and arched herself, clutching her abdomen with diarrhea, and hurriedly walked into the hall.

The guard named Cunzhi patrolled in front of the temple intentionally or unintentionally, holding the spear with his fingers cocked, and pointed at the dark room of the inner temple.

Meng Fuyao flashed a grateful look at him--just now he asked him to put the powder in the bottle into the small room where the palace maid lived when he was patrolling the windows of the inner temple. This man was very clever and quickly did it. .

She hurriedly stepped into the inner hall, glanced across the hall, and saw at a glance that the two eunuchs guarding the outer hall were actually capable of martial arts.

When she came back, a **** greeted him, "Lan'er, have a stomach trouble? Remember to close the window and let the wind blow carefully."

Meng Fuyao responded vaguely and walked over. The **** raised his eyes and suddenly said in surprise, "Hey, aren't you..."

Before speaking, Meng Fuyao had already stunned with one hand and one hand. After dragging the two into the tent, he quickly stepped into the inner hall and made the same way. In a blink of an eye, all the ladies were restrained. She didn't know who was among them. It is the trustworthy waiter of the Toffee, at this time, for safety, they have to put them all down.

The light and shadow of the bead curtain swayed, the silk curtain wafted slightly, the fragrance in the small eight-treasure bronze incense burner was faint, and in the pale smoke, the woman fell asleep.

Meng Fuyao gently squatted down in front of her couch and looked at the concubine, Zhan Beiye and her eyebrows are very similar, there is a kind of gentleness between her eyebrows, but she is pale and thin, and the sideburns are already slightly pale. The facial features are bright and beautiful, but the former mother of the country is no longer graceful, what is left is the endless sadness of the years of chaos and confusion.

Meng Fuyao hesitated. She had ventured here at the moment, but she was not sure whether the crazy mother of Zhan Beiye could see her son smoothly according to her plan. After all, she had been crazy for many years...

The hourglass made a faint sound, and the golden fine sand smashed time silently. Meng Fuyao thought about the anxious waiting mood of Zhan Beiye at this moment, cruelly, and reached out his hand to unlock the acupuncture points of the concubine.

The Toffee slowly opened her eyes.

She saw Meng Fuyao at a glance, blinked, her eyes were very confused, but she didn't scream immediately.

Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, gently leaned over to her couch, and said, "War Beiye ask me to fight, Beiye, and Ye."

She bit her words very clearly, and the toffee's eyes lit up immediately. She whispered, "Little...wild?"

"Yes, Xiaoye," Meng Fuyao had tears in her eyes. For this mother's clarity at the moment, she pointed to the latrine outside the window and said, "Lady's toilet, he is waiting for you."

"Wait...me?"

"Yes," Meng Fuyao went to untie her clothes. The concubine shrank, Meng Fuyao patted her on the back and said softly, "You can see Ono after you change your clothes."

When the toffee heard that Xiao Ye, she immediately refused. She opened her arms and asked Meng Fuyao to change clothes with her. Meng Fuyao changed clothes with her, and she easily changed her face to the appearance of a court lady. She went to the window and pointed it to her quietly again, "Women's toilet, you bow your head, and you can see Xiaoye when you go in. Don't talk."

"Don't say...will kill Ono." The concubine suddenly made this sentence clearly.

Meng Fu shook her nose and her eyes were red. She nodded encouragingly and said, "Yes, don't let him kill."

"He can't kill him." The toffee smiled, her expression cheerful, and her little daughter-like demeanor bloomed in an instant.

Meng Fu shook his head, pushed her gently, and escorted her to the door of the hall, looking at the concubine, lowered his face, carefully, stepping out of the threshold exactly as she taught.

She saw the concubine close her dress and walked slowly, heading towards the toilet without admitting the wrong direction. She saw the guard named Cunzhi, intentionally or unconsciously separating the sight of others, watching her step by step. Finally, no one bothered to step into the women's toilet.

Everything went well beyond imagination.

Meng Fuyao stood quietly in front of the window, and saw the Toffee's back finally submerged in the darkness of the women's bathroom, and his heart was slightly put down, thinking of the surprise that the Toffee looked up and saw the face of Zhan Kitano in the opposite men's bathroom window. , Thinking of Zhan Beiye’s comfort when seeing his mother innocent, thinking of the concubine who has been crazy for many years, and the magical Lingtai Qingming when he mentioned something related to her son, thinking about Zhan Beiye, there are always those greatest The most earthly people cannot understand those emotions that they possess: loyalty, faith, love and affection.

She thought fascinated, with tears in her eyes, and smiled slightly.

Immediately she backed away, dressed in the royal attire of the toffee, lay on the bed, waiting for the toffee to come back, or not.

In her heart, she hopes that if possible, Zhan Beiye will take his mother away. Anyway, she can protect herself better than his mother, but in reality, she knows that Zhan Beiye cannot abandon her.

She smiled and lay on the couch with her head in her hands, feeling that she had accomplished a very happy thing.

However, her smile suddenly froze on her lips.

Outside the hall, the eunuch's thin voice is very penetrating.

"Your Majesty is here--"