The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 109: I want quicksand!
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Chapter One Hundred and Nine I Want Quicksand!
"If the prince doesn’t believe me, Mo Wan would like to make a bet with you. If it’s not for the Phantom Seven Kills, Mo Wan will give the prince the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. If so...Mo Wan wants quicksand! Exchange four for one , The prince has taken advantage of it!" Yao Mowan's lips twitched slightly, her eyes as deep as midnight bent into crescents.
"The King of Ming Japan will bring Feng Yihan to the Lama Temple, that's it!" Ye Junqing said solemnly, then turned and walked towards the palace gate.
"Then the prince is betting? Or not?" Yao Mowan's harmless eyes blinked twice sincerely.
"This king is not the idiot of Yan Nansheng! Even if he is dead, this king will not let you cheat away the quicksand, you die early!" Ye Junqing said bitterly, and then strode away from the switch. Ju Palace.
Looking at the angrily leaving back, Yao Mowan's lips curled up with a smile of relief. At this moment, Ye Junqing's figure was finally more than lonely and lonely. And to aid Feng Yihan, she paved a very important piece of brick on the road leading to the Dragon Seat of Da Chu for Ye Junqing.
As expected by Yao Mowan, Ye Hongyi’s mission was not taken seriously by Feng Yihan, and he let Ye Junqing entertain Feng Yihan, but he expected that Feng Yihan’s trip would be dangerous. When Feng Yihan had an accident, he would naturally hand Ye Junqing to Qi State, without negotiating and compensation, and avoiding war. At the same time, he solved Ye Junqing's thorny heart, and he would kill two birds with one stone.
"Master, the prince has brought Feng Yihan to the Lama Temple, and his subordinates have inspected it. Feng Yihan is accompanied by fifteen people, and the five personal guards are all first-class masters, and the remaining ten are slightly inferior." Yin Xue stood upright beside Yao Mowan and reported according to the facts.
"Fifteen people...it seems that King Qi really wants to abolish this prince. Yin Xue, if you encounter the Phantom Seven Kills, what chance do you have?" Yao Mowan cleared her eyes. Secluded as a deep pool, like an ancient well without waves.
"It's easy to get out alone. If it's a confrontation, you have a three-point chance of winning." Yin Xue's implication is that he can't match it.
"Well, I believe that the people around Feng Yihan are all rice buckets. With quicksand, you should be able to draw a tie. Whether you can keep Feng Yihan now depends on good luck. Remember, no matter when. Earth, Prince Su's life is the most precious, followed by your own, understand?" Yao Mowan sipped the tea lightly and said quietly.
"Subordinates understand!" Yin Xue knew that Yao Mowan didn't want to let herself fight with the'Phantom Seven Kills', but she couldn't keep it and could not take her own life.
On the second day of Feng Yihan's arrival at the Lama Temple, Ye Hongyi ordered a banquet, and the **** at the banquet was Ye Junqing except for himself. Yao Mowan couldn't help laughing. Ye Hongyi really didn't take Feng Yihan too seriously. Even if he was no longer favored, he was still a prince of a country, and he was actually embarrassing Feng Yihan by letting a fool to accompany him.
I don’t know that he just looked away, and such unscrupulous bullying will bring him annihilation one day!
The time is set at noon, and the banquet is set in the Lama Temple. Whether it is time or location, you can see Ye Hongyi's deliberate contempt. In Guanju Palace, Yao Mowan asked Tingyue to dress herself extremely exaggerated. Tingyue shook the last golden step on the dressing table into Yao Mowan's hair bun, her face turned pale.
"Mother, don't you feel tired?" Looking at the seven or eight pearl hairpins on Yao Mowan's head, Tingyue spoke in embarrassment.
"Do you know why this palace does this?" Yao Mowan didn't think it was enough to pat more rouge on her face. The original elegant and clear face now looks beautiful, but too Too gaudy.
"The servant girl doesn't understand." Tingyue opened her eyes wide and waited for Yao Mowan's explanation.
"It's very simple. The more sloppy and humiliated this palace is, the more annoyed Feng Yihan will be, and the more he hates the emperor's arrangement. In contrast, he will easily feel Ye Junqing's sincerity and calmness." Yao Mowan seemed to have a deep point.
"Ting Yue sometimes really doesn't understand. Since you are so helpful to Prince Su, you don't let him know, and you are mad at the prince every time!" Ting Yue put away the rouge gouache and complained.
"Have you seen him angry?" Yao Mowan raised her eyebrows and said suspiciously.
"Of course, several times when the servants passed by the East Wing, they clearly heard Prince Su cursing you!" Ting Yue nodded vigorously.
"What is the curse of this palace?" Yao Mowan looked at Tingyue with interest, and the corners of her lips made a playful arc.
"Most of the words are black-bellied, domineering and the like. Although the slave and maid did not hear clearly, but the voice was undulated and frustrated, it must be out of anger." Ting Yue firmly said.
"Really.... It's almost time. Let's go to Lama Temple with this palace." Yao Mowan took Tingyue's words in her heart and slowly walked out of Guanju Palace.
The sky in early summer is rarely so cool. When Yao Mowan opened the gate and stepped into the Lama Temple, it was a peach blossom.
Yao Mowan was stunned. This Lama Temple has always been idle. When I was a queen, I occasionally entered the palace and ordered the gardener to plant peach blossoms here. It also saved the courtyard from being empty. It was too desolate. Let’s look at it now. Then, his unintentional act, but achieved a fairyland in front of him.
The wind blows, the fragrance floats, and the petals hover in the wind, dancing wildly in the air. In the depths of the sea of flowers, I saw a person sitting alone on a stone bench, leaning against a peach tree, holding a book with jade fingers, and reading carefully. The man's purple crown tied his hair, with a faint green band between his hair, elegant and quiet like a beautiful jade sculpture, with colorful pink flowers, a few petals falling on the man's shoulders, and under the white clothes, the man became more and more otherworldly.
Ting Yue was about to start but was stopped by Yao Mowan. She didn't want to disturb the beautiful and quiet atmosphere too early, but it was too late. At this moment, the man had already put down the scroll and looked up in Yao Mowan's direction.
The clear and handsome face, the angular features, the indifferent and elegant temperament all show the extraordinaryness of men, but Yao Mowan felt that the clear eyes contained what kind of sadness, what kind of sadness and anger. This feels like deja vu, if you haven't experienced extreme pain, how can you have such a distant gaze precipitated by hatred.
"Who are you?" The question was supposed to be the man in the flower room, but the voice came from behind. On one side, Ting Yue choked her throat severely.
"Master, don't you even recognize my master?" Ting Yue cautiously looked at Ye Junqing who was standing behind Yao Mowan, feeling anxious. After all, in Ye Junqing's eyes, his master was not a fool.
"Yao Mowan? Why are you dressed like this?" Ye Junqing hurriedly walked to Yao Mowan, shocked.
"What's wrong with this? My palace thinks this dress is extremely beautiful!" Yao Mowan puffed up his cheeks, confidently.
"Ting Yue, are you sure your master had looked in the mirror before going out?" Ye Junqing stared at Yao Mowan, questioning. Silent, Ting Yue only felt ashamed.
"Prince Su, who is this?" Qingyue's voice sounded leisurely, and Feng Yihan paced gracefully to Ye Junqing's side, his slender eyes clear and bright, like crystals.
"Ah...this is the emperor's most favored concubine Yao." Ye Junqing's voice was slightly embarrassed when he introduced Yao Mowan, but Yao Mowan on one side disapproved it, even though it was Shame is also shame on Ye Hongyi's face.
"Yao Fei, this is the Prince of Qi." Ye Junqing turned around and formally introduced Feng Yihan to Yao Mowan.
"Well, why don't you ask the palace for peace?" After Ye Junqing finished speaking, Yao Mowan immediately raised the ### small face smeared with thick rouge, and spoke proudly. Feng Yihan shook slightly after hearing the sound, but did not show too much affection, as he was still in that calm and breezy appearance.
"Yao Concubine, it's you who should pay tribute to the prince!" Ye Junqing's face was blue, and he reminded in a low voice.
"But the emperor said that apart from him, this palace is the biggest here. Whoever sees this palace should salute. By the way, you just saw this palace, why didn't you salute!" Yao Mowan was arrogant with his hands on his hips. Look towards Ye Junqing. At this moment, Ye Junqing suddenly felt ashamed of being stripped and hung in the air. If it were not for his strong willpower, he would definitely roar at Yao Mowan
"Feng Yihan in Xia Feng, pay homage to the concubine Yao, everyone in the world knows the beauty of Concubine Yao, innocent and innocent. When I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation." Feng Yihan smiled in the corners of his eyes, in those eyes, Yao Mowan couldn't see a trace of disgust or disgust, so sincere gaze, as if he really had infinite reverence for her. Yao Mowan couldn't help sighing, Feng Yihan's city mansion was really deep enough.
"Flat body, how about you?" Yao Mowan returned his gaze to Ye Junqing, and the corner of his lips inadvertently made a slight curve. For some reason, Yao Mowan especially likes to see Ye Junqing being mad at her, as if such Ye Junqing is vivid enough.