Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 3: A beautiful companion

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Meng Fuyao just fell, and a person in the air turned over and hugged the dark charm. He landed gently and cleverly. He looked up and looked around. It seemed like a cold palace. No one was left empty. Although someone was cleaning, the application tool was crude. There are some old broomsticks and sundries piled up in the yard and in the house. It seems that it has been useless for a long time. It is a quiet place.

The imperial palace has always been the most wasteful place of resources. An empty house can be found anywhere. Meng Fuyao looked at the dark charm in his arms, and heard the chasing and whistling outside the courtyard wall, thinking about now It is impossible to rush out of the palace with a dark charm. It's better to rest here and think of a solution when he wakes up.

She dragged Anmei to the palace, and when she passed a flowerbed, she suddenly woke up, turned her head to look at the flowerbed, and pushed Meng Fuyao away, struggling to the past. When she walked into the flowerbed, her legs became soft and straight. He rolled in and overwhelmed a large area of ​​the flowers in the flowerbed. He reached out and picked something from the bushes, and put it in his sleeve. Meng Fuyao followed and said, "What do you want me to pick? Why do you want to go by yourself? ."

"Polygonum cuspidatum root and snow grass must be uprooted whole, you may not pick it well." An Mei fell on the ground and panted in the flowerbed. Meng Fuyao looked at the miserable flowerbed underneath him. Thoughtfully said: "I have a friend who loves flowers and plants the most. In winter, he wears a cotton jacket for comfrey. Whoever moves a finger in his garden will be hunted down. If he sees your virtue, he will definitely want to die. You."

"You are talking about Zong Yue?" An Mei suddenly smiled, "Does he have the ability to kill me?"

Meng Fuyao looked at him and slowly said: "It's hard to tell." He went to help him, "Don't stay here, let's go in."

She helped Anmei into the room. It was just this half a moment. The bubbles on her palm all cracked, and the skin was ulcerated, showing bright red tender flesh. Shockingly, the clothes on his back were burning and sticking to the skin. Severely injured, Meng Fu shook his head and looked at his back. At this time, it was a pity that he was thinking of such a beautiful body. Suddenly he remembered that the arrow had clearly passed through the dark charm vest. Such injuries are fatal. Why is Dark Mei's severe trauma, but not dying?

She leaned over to see clearly, but An Mei blocked her with her hand and said: "The arrow just passed through my clothes. I know he has this hand, so naturally he is prepared."

Nevertheless, the fire is actually burning on his back, anyway, burns are inevitable, and the internal force carried on the arrow must be damaged, right? Meng Fuyao really wanted to check the injuries of the dark charm, but the dark charm gave in again and said: "I will do it myself."

Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and said: "I have good medicine!"

The Dark Charm ignored him and took the medicine from his arms.

Meng Fuyao laughed with anger and said: "Okay, okay, you are not bad medicine, I am troubled."

She simply moved a few empty buckets, blocked in front of him, and said, "Block you, don't worry about my peeping." She turned around in a huff, thinking that the killer is a lot of quirks, cut, cover Cover up your hair, my old lady has already seen you all over.

Master Yuan Bao crawled out of her arms slowly, squatted on her shoulders and looked back, watching, and suddenly patted Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw the stubborn **** guy fainted again. A bottle of ointment in his hand fell to the ground. Meng Fuyao sighed and muttered, "It’s not good to surrender earlier? Dead boy, and you, King Meng. What is it?"

She picked up the jade bottle containing the ointment, put down the dark charm, unceremoniously tore open his vest clothes, blisters all over his back, his skin flushed, but fortunately, there was no serious ulcer on her hands. Meng Fuyao tried the ointment, which was cool and smooth. At first glance, he knew that it was indeed the best medicine. It seemed that the beauty of the beautiful back was well maintained, and it could still maintain the old style. Meng Fuyao carefully applied the medicine to him. She frowned—she remembered that the fire was on her back first, so why was her injury less serious than her palm?

But it's not the time to think about this now, Meng Satyr didn't even have time to appreciate the naked back of others-she heard the password and jumbled footsteps outside the palace wall, and someone came in this direction.

Meng Fuyao turned his eyes and looked around and saw that there were half-roomed buckets in the dark room. He immediately dragged the dark charm into it without hesitation. During this time, dark charm seemed to wake up once, and said in a low voice: "Where to hide ..." Meng Fuyao replied: "Maokeng." Dark charm seemed to tremble, Meng Fuyao waited for him to struggle but did not move, and looked back and fell asleep again.

"Really good..." Meng Fuyao sighed, "Much more good than Zong Yue's girl. If you want to replace him, you must slap me to death before committing suicide."

After dragging the dark charm into the bucket of Christine, she carefully superimposed the bucket of Christine to prevent the thing from oppressing the wound on her back. She just covered her figure and heard the door knocked open. The team rushed in, and one of them shouted: "Search, go to the palace, 80% of the assassins have not escaped!"

The guards responded with a crash, and then the sound of footsteps dispersed, and the team searched in each room, the light of the torch quickly moved across the ground, shining from the brooms and dustpans over and over again.

Someone said; "Look in the east room." Three or four people rushed into the room, and the others stood under the stairs and waited. Those people were very cautious. The tip of the spear in their hands did not live in the gap of the barrel. , Confirming whether there is anyone based on the feel of his hand, Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at him, knowing that it is difficult to be good today. One hand quietly pulled out Killing Heaven, while the other hand held Anmei.

They hid in the innermost corner of the house, where there were the most dignified barrels. They piled up to the corner of the house. They were full of gaps where there was no standing. The guards with guns checked and found nothing, so they would come in. One person suddenly smiled and said, "Where can I stand inside? Just one is enough."

The others also stopped and smiled: "Then you go and smell it more."

The man laughed and cursed: "Dead monkey cub, get a good deal and behave." Then he listened to the footsteps, and the man came over.

Meng Fuyao stood up silently with the dagger in his hand.

The man jabbed the gap in Gong's bucket one by one, and the top of Gong's bucket shook and faltered. Meng Fuyao frowned and raised her head, a little afraid that the overhead Gong's bucket would fall and hit the dark charm of the wound. She quietly stretched her hand over and blocked his head. Above.

A gun was suddenly inserted!

Put straight into the front of the dark charm!

The tip of the gun is sharp and sharp, and the cold light is flickering, and the light yellow from the torch in the distance is coming, bright enough.

Meng Fuyao wanted to kill the sky in an instant!

Dan Mei suddenly opened her eyes!

As soon as he opened his eyes, his eyes were brighter than the tip of the gun, and in the dark, he was shining like a leopard hunting in the jungle. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he stuck Meng Fu's hand that was about to shake a knife.

Then he raised his head and suddenly raised a finger.

In the darkness, in the gap of Christine's barrel, dark charm, who was seriously wounded and suddenly awakened, raised his fingers at the spear that was about to pierce his heart.

The tip of the gun stopped instantly.

Xue Guangzheng's sharp sharpness was only a few cents away from Dark Charm, and he stopped. The guard who was half-jabbed with his back turned his eyes to the crowd, and then he robbed.

He turned his head while pulling, and smiled at his companions who were waiting for him: "Motherland! Nothing!"

Everyone sighed, and the guards outside said: "His Royal Highness is sitting in the palace and hasn't slept. Anyway, my brothers are doing their best. Since there is no place here, go to Hanyingxuan next door."

The guard dragged the gun back, cursing, "It tastes so great, it's in vain." Suddenly he leaned forward and stood up sideways, cursing: "Damn mouse!"

Everyone has already gone out at this time. He rubbed his toes on the ground and rushed out. The light of the torch floated from the bluestone ground, and gradually closed and disappeared outside the palace gate with a "creak", the palace gate Close, darkness falls.

Meng Fuyao sank in the darkness and let out a silent sigh of relief.

She is not afraid to break in and out of this palace. Although the shocking arrow is a bit scary, she should still be able to escape, but now she is seriously injured. If she wants to break through with the wounded under the eyes of the regent It's almost impossible for the palace, alas, this troublesome guy.

She had no conscience to shirk responsibility there. In fact, she hadn't thought that it was not her who was really involved...

The vocals are getting away, and the palace is wide. I shouldn't be back in the short term. Meng Fuyao calmed down and put away the dagger. He felt that the hand of Anmei holding his wrist was wet again. Pulling his hand away, he said: "You relax, it's okay."

Ask again: "Do you have an internal response in the palace?"

Dan Mei glanced at her, and there was a sarcasm in her eyes: "Hello, idiot, I didn’t arrange for me to go to some palace." Meng Fu was so sad that he saw it, and muttered: "I just came in without Naiying. ??" In exchange for the dark charm, it was a counterattack of "That is your luck."

Meng Fuyao was too lazy to fight with one of the wounded, not to mention that the two of them are in the overlapping barrels, which is really not a good place to chat, plus the dark charm on his side is disheveled-he has no shirt on his back I barely covered it with the front clothes, barely showing the smooth and graceful shoulder lines, the intact skin in the dark color shimmers, the muscles and bones are beautiful like works of art, and such a semi-naked male color is squeezed in the narrow darkness, the color is not color The courageous Meng Fuyao was 10,000 uncomfortable, pushed aside the bucket and got up and said: "Let me see what good things you have left in your inner ring."

When she stood up, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Dark Mei, but after Dark Mei hid her bucket, she couldn't see anything abnormal, Meng Fuyao desperately thought about what his aura flashed just now. It happened that it disappeared completely in such a flash. After thinking for a long time, I had no choice but to give up. He went to the corner where the guard had rubbed his toes before, and found a small cloth bag in a gap in a pail, took it back and gave it to An Mei, when you opened it, there was a waist card, a rough map of the palace, a map of patrol route changing time and password instructions, and a note. She couldn't understand the patterns on it, and it was probably a secret connection. signal.

Meng Fuyao sighed: "Hey...why don't you save some food, save all these useless."

Master Yuan Bao, who was flat on one side, touched his belly to express his deep agreement.

An Mei put away the cloth bag, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, and said, "Can you move these buckets away?"

Meng Fuyao kicked Master Yuanbao with his toes: "Hey, Mouse, I remember you once rolled a stool for your master to sit on, and it rolled fast and well. The stool and the Gong bucket are actually similar. Excuse me, roll?"

Master Yuanbao kicked the dark charm with claws: "Squeaky..."

Dan Mei took a look at this pair of unscrupulous pets, and simply stopped talking, leaning on a pail and lying down, Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and smiled and praised: "Okay, easy-going baby! It's so much better than some people. That's too much!" I approached and asked him: "You know Zong Yue, and you came to save him?"

An Mei half-closed her eyes, and then said for a long while: "I advise you not to be troublesome, the more difficult it is to save the zong."

Meng Fuyao wept and faintly said: "In fact, where do I want to save the Mongolian doctor? That man is bad, venomous, and clean. Everyone in the world is as clean as snow, clean and clean all day long. I have to wait for the air to be washed three times. Whoever stays by his side will feel like a pig rolling in the mud. I am not a self-masochist. I want to drag such a person around to find abuse."

An Mei raised her eyes and glanced at her, glazed eyes rolled on her face, and said: "But your behavior seems to be looking for abuse."

Meng Fuyao became angry, and gritted his teeth for a long while: "You are the opposite of him in everything, but his most vicious item is like a ten, with a natural tongue thorns and poisonous teeth."

Dan Mei stopped talking, and changed the subject for a while, saying: "Not only is it harder to save the sect, but under Xuanyuansheng's nose, it's hard to do anything."

Meng Fuyao was silent, knowing that Xuanyuan Sheng was probably much more difficult to deal with than Zhan Nancheng, who was not very talented and particularly serious, and was also more powerful than the King of Germany, who was also given the family name from Long Chongchen. There is also a grandson Wuji on the top of King De. He has a dark belly and is the number one in the world. He has always been suppressed firmly. The Xuanyuanmin on Xuanyuan Sheng has never heard of any great feats.

In the coup d'etat that year, Xuanyuan Sheng single-handedly led the change of the throne. Shengsheng gave the heir to the throne Prince Wen Yi to take the throne to death, and first established Wen Yi’s younger brother, the Eighth Prince as the emperor. Perhaps he still thinks that the eighth prince is too old to control. The eighth prince died violently in two years, and he chose a sick and weak child from the clan to support the gods. Since then, the regent emperor will live forever, and he will be an actual emperor for generations to come.

If this is still the usual tactics of politicians, then it is said that Zong Yue, Zong Yue’s life experience, and the underground power he has worked hard for many years with the power of the medical saint, shows that he has never given up to regain the throne. So far he has not succeeded, and even he has been taken into captivity. Meng Fuyao knew Zong Yue's abilities, and he was definitely not a good friend. From another perspective, Xuanyuan Sheng's role was indeed a role.

As soon as he shot tonight, he almost killed himself. Although he was careless, this elegant prince acted fiercely.

"No matter how difficult it is!" Meng Fuyao was born with a temperament who likes to face difficulties, and he was fierce. "The more he dares to move a finger, I will kill him!"

An Mei raised her eyes and glanced at her. Before she had time to express any feelings, she listened to the shameless words: "Zong Yue is dead, where can I find expensive medicine without money? Zong Yue is dead," Who can replace my dentures if I lose them?"

……

Lord Yuanbao, who is squatting, supports his forehead...Poor Mongolian doctor, dare to be a medicine chest and a position of a dentist...

Dianmei was silent, turned over for a long while, turned his back to this shameless sleep, Meng Fuyao lay down far away from him, and wanted to rest, but for a long while, she heard the dark, heavy breathing, deep and shallow transmission. Coming over, I couldn’t help but get up and touch his forehead, thinking that burns are most susceptible to infection, and then I went to see his wounds. The ointments were actually good. Once applied, a thin white foam formed on the surface of the skin. It's not a big problem, it's just that Dark Mei's face is slightly red, her breath is unstable, and she seems to have a fever.

It’s possible for people with burns to attack the qi and blood, thirsty, fever, restlessness, and delirium. Meng Fuyao looked at the wet bluestone ground embarrassedly, thinking about the weather in the early winter, this palace is remote There is no sunshine all year round, and the underground air is very cold. It is really bad for a wounded patient to sleep on the ground. In case the infection is worse, I think about it, get up and start to tear down the bucket. Remove the hoop of Gongtong, take apart the wooden planks, choose flat wooden blocks, quietly fetch water from the side of the well, carefully scrub them, and then put them together one by one, straighten the hoop to connect, use internal force to penetrate the wooden planks and string them together After a long time, a "Gong bucket bed" first appeared in its embryonic form. Meng Fuyao took off his robes again, laid it on the bed, and carefully moved Anmei onto the bed.

As soon as she moved his body, Anmei woke up, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her wrist, and said in a low voice: "...what are you doing?"

Meng Fuyao wiped off his sweat and smiled: "Make a bed for you to sleep."

An Mei stared at her busy blushing face, her eyes flashed, her eyes softened slightly, she dragged Meng Fuyao hard with her hand, and said: "...you also rest."

Gong bucket bed... I don't want to sleep! Meng Fuyao was sorrowful, but he didn't dare to break away from the dark charm that his mind was not clear-his hand would have been ulcerated when he was burned. If he broke away a piece of skin by himself... Meng Fuyao shook and said obediently: "Okay. "Climbed onto the bed stiffly and fell asleep stiffly beside him.

Yan Mei pulled her to her side again, and said: "You take off a robe... isn't it cold?"

Meng Fuyao hugged his shoulders and said firmly: "I am a strong person."

Before the voice fell, she had an extra piece of clothing, but if you look closely, it is half of it—Dan Mei slept on her stomach, and put the remaining half of the clothing that protects her heart on her shoulders, Meng Fuyao held it blankly That half of the clothes really can’t keep warm, but somehow, holding on to the soft black clothes, the smooth and heavy touch between the palms seems to be instantly transmitted to the bottom of my heart. The silk is cool. Yes, it is as slippery as a fish, it seems to swim away inadvertently, but the heart is soft, jumping calmly, there is an unchanging security before the Taishan collapse.

The night breeze knocked on the window, the dark room was silent, the men and women lying on the bed in the "Gong Tong", sat and slept in the torch and the dim light of the palace lantern coming through the window in the distance, quietly facing each other, for a long while, the sitting one Gradually tilted his body, the one who was asleep gently pulled her down, covered half of her clothes on the ground, and leaned against her. The two of them closed half of their clothes and fell asleep. .

Meng Fuyao squinted dimly for a while.

In the dream, Master Yuanbao was pacing in front of her, playing with the mask with the light and shadow of the candle, Meng Fuyao was dazzled by the light and shadow, waved impatiently, and cursed: "You are so annoying mouse."

The curse also woke up, seeing that the sky turned out to be slightly bright, Meng Fuyao got up, Dim Mei was still asleep, Meng Fuyao looked at his chapped lips, knowing that people with burns and fever are most likely to be thirsty. She went to fetch water to feed him, she put her dark upper body on her knees, and saw that although he was seriously injured and weak, his lips were still like fire, and the clear water dripped from the lips, like dewdrops hovering over the rose, becoming more and more beautiful. Meng Fuyao stared at the object in a daze, and couldn't help but stretch out his finger and gently wipe it on his lips.

This touch didn't wipe off the rouge and other things she had imagined. The fingers were clean. Meng Fu shook his head and smiled-are all the men like the rabbit-like actors who love makeup?

She passed her fingers across the corners of Dark Charm's lips, and paused, her fingertips were about to flirt, and her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Dianmei woke up again, leaning on her lap and looking at her quietly. The glazed eyes made people look a little illusory. Meng Fuyao wanted to withdraw his hand vainly, but Dianmei held her Holding on to her hand, she carefully took a photo against the bright light, looked at it as if she wanted to appreciate the beauty of the silhouette and the whiteness of her fingers, and then suddenly put her fingertips into her mouth and gave her a light bite.

Meng Fuyao hurriedly shrank his hands with a cry of "Ah", furious: "What are you biting?"

Dan Mei turned his face sideways, his eyes looked like a silver lake shrouded in smoke in the morning mist, deep and vast, gleaming with the golden light of the sun and the silver light of the moon, and it was so colorful Huacai, from the angle of Meng Fuyao, you can also see the straight nose and angular lips, shining with rose-like luster, the bright and wild beauty of a foreign race, like the thickest painting in the white mist. , The beauty is heartbeat.

Speaking is also heart-beating—heartbeat with anger.

He said lightly: "If you touch me, I will bite."

Meng Fuyao was speechless, shaking his hand violently for a long while, strode to his feet and walked out.

The man behind closed his eyes and asked her: "Where?"

Meng Fuyao replied in an annoyed manner: "Since you can bite, you can probably protect yourself. I'll find some food and salt, and I'll come right away."

The person behind him did not speak. Meng Fuyao walked a few steps and was not at ease. He turned around and left Mr. Yuanbao behind, stroking his head to teach him some security knowledge, and then he left with a bucket of honor to block all sides. As she walked, she secretly scolded herself as a toil. This guy is not such a thing. She still remembered to supplement him with nutrients and body fluids. It's really cheap bones.

Meng Jian’s bones carried the layout of the palace and went out to find food. From the layout, we can see that there is a large kitchen for eunuchs and maids nearby. She avoided the guards and slid smoothly to the large kitchen. I vaguely smelled a strange smell in a bamboo forest, but didn't dare to stop to see what it was, and went straight to the destination.

It's still early, there is no one in the big kitchen, and there are some snacks in the closet. Although it is not exquisite, it can barely be eaten. Meng Fuyao takes one piece of each and builds it as it is, so as not to be discovered. , I stole some salt and sugar, made light salt water with salt and so on to replenish body fluids for the dark charm. Sugar is her traditional remedy for scalds in modern times-a piece of tofu and a couple of sugar. After stirring, apply it to the affected area. The pain was relieved immediately. Although Dimming didn't hum, Meng Fuyao knew that the pain of burns was relatively inhuman. What if he couldn't bear it? Didn't it expose her? Of course, King Meng will never admit that, in fact, she is just habitually distressed...

Meng Dawang took these things and thought, I heard that burn patients will have trouble urinating? It seems that dark charm hasn't booed yet? Isn't it suffocating? She squatted on the ground and began to worry about other people's peeing problems. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Hey, if there were some rhubarb and borneol, it would be fine. To clear away heat and detoxify, I wonder if there is any in the medical office?

After thinking for a while, I decided to go to the Imperial Medical Office to find medicine. At a glance, I saw a jar under the Eight Treasure Frame in front of me, with tofu written on it. I was happy, no wonder I didn’t find it for a while, but I was hiding here. Meng Fuyao reached out to move, but did not move.

Is there a jar that Meng Fuyao can't move under the world?

Meng Fuyao was furious, and he slammed vigorously, the jar was pulled over by her, and something behind the jar was also pulled into her arms.

The noble and strong powder scent, the slender waist of nephrite jade, and the excitement of the prolonged hum.

Meng Fuyao made a bang in his head, and instinctively kicked it away. Suddenly she found that because she pulled the radish too hard, the whole eight-treasure rack began to shake, and there were many bottles and cans on it. An earth-shattering disaster, quickly reached out to support the shelf, one hand to fish out a certain bottle that fell, one leg to hold a certain jar that was about to hit her head, one toe to kick a pepper that was about to spill into her nose Bottle...

When a person's hands and feet are used for other things, the ownership of her body is basically someone else's.

The "others" beamed up and smiled. He raised his head and rode on Meng Fuyao. He was very proud of his timely occupation of Meng Fuyao's body. He regarded the bottles and jars that were about to be slammed down as nothing. He picked up the orchid finger and sang quietly and quietly: "Long live...the concubine's hand of'sitting on the ground and growing lotus' style, do you like it?"

Meng Fuyao left hand support, right hand grasped the bottle, left leg topped the jar, right leg kicked the chili bottle, panting and replied: "I don't like it! I like the old man cart style!"

"Oh, is it a new trick?" The beauty put her hands together, and innocent and innocent cheeks on Meng Fuyao's chest made a curiosity, and her fingers were still free. Meng Fuyao circled her chest: "What kind of posture is it?"

Meng Fuyao fiercely slammed the bottle or jar on his hand and leg on his head: "This style!"

Damn, it’s on the chest of my old mother. My mother, who is an underage girl in the developmental stage, grows 34B so easily. If you press down to 32A, will I still live?

The bottles and jars were smashed, and the beauty flicked her sleeves and took them easily. She still sat on Meng Fuyao, putting the vegetables, vinegar, bottles and pepper jars on Meng Fuyao's chest, continuing the topic just now." How does the old man push the cart?"

Meng Fuyao was angry.

It's really good to be riding, my old lady dare not arrogantly fight and quarrel here, you have gotten worse, you can't say, anyway, you found out, catch you back and serve me!

She bared her teeth with a grin, reached out her hand to jam the beauty's throat, and said grimly: "Two ways, follow me, be killed by me, choose by yourself."

The corner of the beauty's lips curled, Meng Fu shook his hand loosely, and he could hear him say: "Is it a dead end?"

Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, this time he is not hideous, put him upright, and said: "Come on, don't play, see you twice in one night, this palace is too small, let's talk about you What are you doing."

Xuanyuanmin looked at her with a smile, and said, "What are you doing? Go to the Imperial Medical Office? You are Xuanyuan Sheng as a pig? He calculated that you have not yet gone out, and he also determined that you are looking for food and medicine. They are already in the Imperial Medical Office. And all the kitchens are heavily armed. Because this kitchen is the most inferior kitchen in the remote West Sixth Palace, it was forgotten by the head of the Imperial Forest Army. Once you remember it, you still can’t escape."

He smiled again: "Our regent’s method is very gentle. The assassin caught yesterday didn’t flow a drop of blood and steamed directly in the steamer." He pointed to the direction of the bamboo forest. "Do you smell it? That tastes special, right? It's not steamed every day, just steam one a day, and change places in turn. It will probably be steamed to the cold palace tomorrow." He glanced at Meng Fuyao, "You must be fresh and tender when steamed..." /

Meng Fuyao was startled, and then he understood what the sour smell was. He couldn't help feeling nauseated. He pinched his nose desperately, frowned and thought for a while, knowing that Xuanyuan Sheng's meticulous and fierceness. The palace will definitely be searched again. Before the dark charm is healed, he can't leave him to rush. It seems that how to save the two of them under the assassins of the Imperial Forest Army and Xuanyuan Sheng is really a problem.

"Then why are you running around here? Singing?" Meng Fuyao thought for a long time, feeling irritable, staring at Xuanyuanmin irritably, she didn't worry that he was Xuanyuansheng's internal correspondent-could it be so troublesome? When she appeared with Anmei last night, he just yelled.

"Life is like a play, why don't you sing or sing?" Xuanyuanmin looked at her with a smile, and gently stroked her cheeks with his nails painted in dark purple Kordan, "I am still a queen..."

Meng Fu stood up and said: "I am missing a princess!" He kicked him away and walked out.

Xuanyuanmin propped his head with his elbow and lied on the floor with a smile to watch her leave. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, a wax pill hit Meng Fuyao's heart. Meng Fuyao reached out and took it. He heard him say: "When will I change my mind? See you in the back garden of Cuifangzhai."

Returning to your grandma, a bear, Meng Fuyao stuffed the wax pellets in his sleeves, angrily bypassed the guards and returned to the cold palace. First, he carefully read the marks he made with his hair on the door before crossing the wall. .

As soon as she entered the dark room, Meng Fuyao used her eyes to find the Gongtong bucket that had been set up earlier. At this sight, her heart jumped. The shape of Gongtong bucket had changed. She held Killing Tian with her backhand and walked carefully, carefully. Searching for the sound of breathing around, the corners of his eyes swept through the cracks of the Gong barrel-as expected, there was no one.

Meng Fuyao's heart is pounding--where is the dark charm? Met a guard? Captured by Xuanyuan Sheng? Oops, I would never leave him if I knew it... Then I thought of the sour smell, and couldn't help but shake.

I was about to rush out to find the dark charm, suddenly I heard someone above my head say: "Come up."

As soon as Meng Fu shook his head, he saw Anmei sitting on the top of the pile of gong buckets. There were toilets around the front and back. It was rare for him to sit with a firm posture, and the toilet was also a throne.

Meng Fuyao felt relieved, and immediately became angry, and couldn't help complaining: "Why are you running up there? You scared me to death."

Danmei lazily leaned against the toilet wall, raised her chin and pointed to a narrow skylight above the house, and said: "This position is higher than the courtyard door, and you can see the movement of people passing by." /

Meng Fuyao climbed up, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but say with joy: "Now you can expect that the enemy will be the first. Such a hidden window, you found it the first time you came."

The dark gaze flashed, smiled and did not speak, Meng Fuyao took out the cake in his arms, and his face became black at first sight-all the cakes were squashed by the rabbit, yellow, yellow, green and green, shaped like the diarrhea of ​​Master Yuanbao Excreta, is this human food? This is pretty much what the rat eats!

"Damn, dead actor!" Meng Fuyao murmured, and Anmei turned her head and asked: "What?"

Meng Fu shook her head, and said, "Push up your belly first." She handed over the pastry, blinked and blinked, hoping to revive her determination to consume these foods through her dark appetite. He frowned slightly at the rotten lump that really didn't look like it, but finally grabbed a piece and ate it slowly.

Meng Fuyao burst into tears and rejoiced-God knows how ugly this thing is pressed, if you change the growth of Sun Wuji and Kitano Zongyue, those noble guys would definitely starve to death and refuse to eat. It's better to be a quack Ah, really, easy going.

The pastry is delivered to Master Yuanbao, and the noble **** rat is even more grief and indignant-its desserts are the finest rice, steamed and dried, and the palace chef chooses the most noble ingredients and spends countless hours and hours. When have you ever eaten this kind of inferior snack when you make a collector's edition food? It also became yellow, yellow, green and green in the excrement after Meng Fuyao's diarrhea? Did the rat eat this? This is pretty much what people eat!

It's really Yu Zuo... Ever since I followed Meng Fuyao, my status has been lowered, my future has dimmed, and my quality of life has deteriorated...

It has forgotten again. A few days ago, Meng Fuyao invited it to drink the royal brew from the palace and eat bear’s paw bird’s nest...

After a long period of grief and complicated inner struggle and thought baptism... Master Yuan Bao finally tremblingly stretched out his paw, grabbed a piece of "suspected excrement", bit his teeth, closed his paw, stomped it, and stuffed it into his mouth. In...

After they finished eating both of them, Meng Fuyao slowly took out the last cake that was in good shape from the rest of his life and ate it slowly. This super unscrupulous and despicable behavior caused one person and one rat Rising anger, so Master Yuanbao rushed forward, I pinch, I pinch, I pinch pinch...

Dark Mei looks deeply at Meng Fuyao—this woman who does not forget the true joy of life in any dangerous and crisis environment, is as bright and sunny as the sun!

She will be worried, but she will not sigh with tears; she will be nervous and reckless, but next time she will be more cautious; she has all the shortcomings, but she is brave enough to face and correct them.

She is afraid of everything she should fear and beware of. She does not relax because of her strength, but while she is afraid, she also does not forget reasonable contempt—both bold and cautious, unrestrained and wretched, both Step by step, tighten the battle strings for the camp, and never forget to relax the emotions of oneself and others.

She is strong inside.

Sighing softly, An Mei suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He turned his head and fell silent in the distant sour smell that seemed to float away.

Meng Fuyao also sniffed the taste, and she could not eat it almost immediately. However, as soon as she closed her eyes and bit her, she quickly squeezed the cake into her mouth-surrounded by dangers, she was two The only strong labor among humans and mice is to maintain physical strength.

The two sat on the high toilet pile in silence, and Meng Fuyao said for a long while: "Do you know what this smell is?"

A faint smile floated in Dark Mei's eyes, and said: "I know."

Meng Fuyao looked at him in astonishment, and the dark and pale side of it did not fluctuate in the morning light: "I have smelled this smell as early as I was very young, and this is how my nanny died. "

Meng Fuyao looked at his calm expression, after thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "That's your subordinate. I just heard that Xuanyuansheng will steam them to death one by one, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, Just steamed to death on the corridor seen from this skylight."

"So what?" An Mei turned to look at her, "Are you asking me to rush out to die while steaming them?"

Meng Fuyao was speechless, and didn't know how to answer for a while. Dark Mei was right. He rushed out and gave his life in vain, but she had long been accustomed to the deep love of life and death between Beiye and Heifengqi, and she had forgotten. Now, between the subordinates of Wuzhou Continent, it should be Dark Mei and his subordinates.

She was a little dazed and murmured: "I just think...I probably can't watch..."

Dan Mei went silent, he moved his body with difficulty, and fell asleep on the toilet bed behind the toilet. Meng Fuyao turned and changed his dressing. Her fingers moved gently on the improved wounds. It's hard to imagine that Meng Fuyao, who has such a sturdy and sturdy style, is still gentle and careful in doing meticulous things.

The golden light of the morning light plated her side face, and she saw the transparent earlobes, the small and lovely hairs behind the ears, the graceful cheek lines, the full and moisturized lips like pomegranates, and the delicate and elegant pairs that are more than ordinary women. Eyebrows-these are beautiful, but the most beautiful is the focused and concerned look in her eyes.

Dan Mei was lying on her stomach, looking at her with his head half-turned, his eyes were dark, as if the night suddenly fell, and he watched the day through the night, the light was as far away as possible.

The gestures of the fingers on the back are as soft as flowers, or the stream flowing through the green grass in the April of the earth, clear and leisurely from the fingers, or the sound of the flute on the tall buildings in the countryside, crossing Guanshan I flicked it to the ears of my confidant, and I felt a tremor in my heart, squiggly, ironed, tender, falling flower-like gestures, and a flower-like mood.

That beauty, that kind of inherent light, but suddenly he remembered his darkness, those running and chasing, those bloodshed and killing, those silent swordsmanship in the dark night, and those The blood-stained clothes were thrown on the ground. He changed clothes again and again, but he couldn't change the smell of blood that seemed to penetrate deep into his bones. It belonged to hell, belonged to the night, belonged to the ferocious hunting and hawk-like prying, belonged to all and She is extremely antithetical.

Suddenly there was a confession*.

He said lowly, Meng Fuyao stopped.

"You probably think that being such a master is too indifferent and ruthless. In fact, I just think that whoever lives is not as important as my life."

Meng Fuyao is speechless, and I have to replace this sentence with Zhan Beiye, and 80% of it needs to be replaced with "You are alive, I am happier!"

"It’s possible to rescue them if I live. Even if I can’t save them, I will have a greater chance to avenge them. In the future, if their families are small, they will be better treated. Compared to them, I live more Value."

Looking at Meng Fuyao’s somewhat disapproving expression, she smiled secretly, and said: "I have a domestic servant who is very kind and will never leave anyone alone. He was chased and killed by the enemy together with me and had a companion. He was injured and discarded. He refused to give up. He sneaked back in the middle of the night and wanted to be rescued. But unexpectedly, the brother was taken prisoner and turned around. He was instigated by the enemy and tricked him into exposing our hiding place... It was a **** killing, people. We are all dead... He and I are dead. I was rescued, but he was skinned alive. I remember the last words he said to me when he pushed me down to escape.... He said ...Trust this thing...too extravagant..."

Meng Fuyao stopped speaking.

An Mei said it lightly, but she seemed to smell the rust-like cold and **** smell of the night, saw the man’s loyalty and grief, saw the apostas’ cowering and the betrayed’s desperate death, and saw alive stripping The squirming human skin, the **** teenager hiding in the deep well.

"I used to think that trust is a mutual thing. You can be honest and see, and others will treat each other with heart. In fact, this is often a dream. Trust that is not based on a certain exchange of interests is mostly Castles in the sky."

"So I have only one relationship with my subordinates, the master and the dead. I control their will, life, and family, and I promise to give them enough compensation after their sacrifice, so they dedicate to me forever Loyalty that cannot be betrayed, I will never have to worry about betrayal again, even if it is like now, I am seriously injured and they are cooking in a steamer, I can still sit here calmly and tell you my previous stories."

He smiled mockingly and asked Meng Fuyao: "Have you ever thought about it. If at this moment, they can't stand the torture of cooking and confessed to me, what situation are you and me now?"

Meng Fuyao silently sighed. She had to admit that Dark Charm and Zhan Beiye are completely different types. No one is right or wrong. They are indeed the same.

This topic is too heavy, she touched her nose, changed the topic, took out the wax pill just now, and said: "The actor said he can save us, but it seems that there are conditions."

She crushed the wax pill, unfolded the note, and a line of handwriting came into view:

"I still lack a queen!"