Before letting Zhong Quan retreat, Gou Liang kindly reminded him to return the two figures in the stable to their original places.
A rare look of embarrassment appeared on Zhong Quan's face, and he hurried to do it.
Looking at his back, Gou Liang sighed faintly.
[Gou Liang: Ang~ I've never played such a literary date, it's really touching!]
[System: However... The current favorability of the target: +81.]
[Gou Liang choked, sneered and said: Have you eaten too many garbled codes and viruses? Since you came to this world, you have ridiculed me, but do you have any dissatisfaction with me?]
[System: ... Master, don't get too involved in the drama. (￣ー￣〃)]
[Gou Liang laughed: he played with Chongfeng before, and he was the one who dominated. I didn't expect it to feel so good, no wonder he also specially designed a master-servant PLAY program for the holographic baby, often hiding and masturbating secretly.]
[System: It's so cool, that's why you've fasted for ten years, master.]
[These words immediately hit Gou Liang's anger point: Shut up if you don't know how to chat! ! (▼皮▼#)]
[System: (＾v＾)]
Gou Liang withdrew from the sea of consciousness angrily, raised his hand to feel the temperature of the wind flowing through his fingertips, smiled brightly, and said warmly, "Come here."
No one answered in the quiet air, but a gust of wind passed through the window, bringing a few leaves from the big trees outside the courtyard into the house. One of them fell leisurely in Gou Liang's palm, and then he "stands up", the veins in the leaves flashed, slowly converging into two words:
Ask God.
It is asking the order of heaven!
There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.
Gou Liang felt the excitement of the original owner's soul body, and the moment Wen Tianling appeared, he received tens of millions of purification gifts of negative soul power.
Don't worry, if you want Zhong Yue to fall into the mud, life would be worse than death, and I will make your wish come true.
He twisted the leaves and sniffed them lightly. A burst of sweet orange smell came to his nostrils, which was very pleasant. Gou Liang laughed, and lightly stroked the veins of the leaves with his fingertips, and the thin leaves turned into a short jade flute and lay in his hand.
—Worthy of being the most mysterious power in this world.
Many of the content in the national scholar's crash manual produced by the system are more mysterious or powerful than the secret art of asking the sky, but the consciousness of the main god in each world has its own unique rules. The indigenous power of the art of asking the sky is comparable to those Much more practical.
Feeling the moist and warm texture of the jade flute, Gou Liang thought, and said, "Zhong Quan."
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was heard in the distance, and Zhong Quan appeared in front of Gou Liang after a short breath—he was busy dealing with the two spare antidotes.
Gou Liang said, "Come here."
Zhong Quan did not hesitate.
Gou Liang raised his hand to caress his hair, Zhong Quan felt his scalp hurt, and then a strand of his long hair appeared on Gou Liang's hand. Zhong Quan didn't know why, but he saw Gou Liang take off his own hair in a similar manner, and then untied the dark green jade ring left to him by the original owner's grandfather on his waist, which represented the identity of Zhong's family in Shangjing, and braided their hair together.
He had dexterous fingers, and in just a few strokes, he wove two strands of black long hair and the jade ring into a delicate silk ribbon. The slender hair intersects, if you don't touch it carefully, you won't feel the difference between the hard and soft hair, and it's hard to distinguish each other.
Get married and know each other, and you will live forever.
Gou Liang caressed gently, and tied the silk sash on the white jade flute, black and white matched each other, it was truly exquisite. No one was playing the jade flute, but it made an empty and lively melody, as if he couldn't be more satisfied with his accessories, and the smile in Gou Liang's eyes deepened a bit.
He asked Zhong Quan: "Does it look good?"
He smiled softly, his eyes seemed to have a fine luster, and the dimples on his cheeks deepened.
[Ding, target favorability updated, current favorability: +82!]
Zhong Quan hurriedly withdrew his distracted gaze, but when he lowered his head, he saw the entangled strands of black hair that couldn't be distinguished from the moment to the moment. nice."
Satisfied, Gou Liang tied the jade flute around his waist.
Go to Beijing.
August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The joy of the emperor and his ministers at the palace banquet came to an abrupt end in the sound of the horrified report of King An's accompanying eunuch.
- Zhang Tian, the second son of General Zhen Guo, died in Prince An's Mansion.
General Zhen Guo cried bitterly while hugging his second son's body, and King An's expression turned extremely ugly.
Don't look at An Wang and Zhang Tian as life and death enemies, but Zhang Tian is An Wang's companion, and the relationship between the two growing up together is not fake. After Zhang Tian's old friend escaped, he secretly asked An Wang to find someone for him, and today finally came to fruition. King An tied him up and brought him back to his mansion. He thought he would send him off with Zhang Tian after the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when Zhang Tian heard the news at the palace banquet, he couldn't wait for a moment, and hurried away on the pretext of being too drunk.
Who ever thought that this trip actually set foot on the road to hell.
Zhang Tian's death was too tragic. Not only was he stabbed several times, but even the roots of his descendants were cut off, chopped into a piece of minced meat, and thrown aside at will.
General Zhen Guo heard the whole story from King An, and decided that the murderer must be Zhang Tian's daughter-in-law who had escaped from the palace. so tragic? He was extremely mournful and furious, and immediately drew his sword: "That bitch must have escaped from the capital, bring him here quickly, this general will smash his body into thousands of pieces to avenge my son!"
King An said: "Wait a minute, general, the murderer may be... someone else."
"who is it?!"
— "Why are you doing this?"
In Zhong Yue's courtyard, Li Yan, who came late at night, pushed away Zhong Yue who came up to ask for a kiss, and asked in a cold voice.
"What did Hiroshi say?"
Zhong Yue looked puzzled.
Li Yan suppressed his anger and said: "Zhang Tian! Didn't I say that the time is not yet ripe, don't touch him? After I ascend the throne, let alone Zhang Tian's head, you just want to chop him up and feed him to the dogs. I'm not stopping you either! But what's the situation right now, how can you invite me such a big enemy just because of a moment of pride?"
A look of pain flashed in Zhong Yue's eyes, and he subconsciously took a step back to avoid this chilling man who was unwilling to kill the person who bullied him and only cared about his own gains and losses, and said not to be outdone: "He is not dead. Is it in Prince An's Mansion? What does it have to do with me?"
"you!"
Seeing that Zhong Yue hadn't repented yet, Li Yan was furious: "Do you know that General Zhen Guo went to the palace overnight to ask the father to give him Zhang's family justice, and the words pointed directly at the palace! The father has already ordered the punishment department to quickly investigate, what happened that day, you Can't they find out? You think that the disaster is causing trouble, but you don't know that King An and the Zhang family have already stood on the same line. Even if you let someone kill Zhang Tian in Prince An's mansion, no one will doubt him. On the contrary, it became the indisputable evidence that Ben Gong murdered King An!
madness!
These two words were finally swallowed by Li Yan, but his expression already explained everything.
Zhong Yue's eyes were hot, and he couldn't choose what to say under his sadness: "So what?"
"Zhang Tian is nothing, but a mere ants! If he dies, he will die. Could they still ask me to pay for his life? Not to mention Zhang Tian, but this young master took the lives of Zhang's family. Who can do anything to me? —”
"Zhong Yue!"
Li Yan interrupted him by yelling, deep disgust and guard flashed in his eyes.
After holding back for a while, he suppressed his anger and said, "I know you hate Zhang Tian and Li Mu, but what good will this do for you and me? You know that my father has long been waiting to catch me, So that King An can be sent to the throne! I am walking on thin ice, why can't you understand...or do you not believe that I will avenge you?"
Of course Zhong Yue didn't believe it. With Zhong Gu's lessons learned, he no longer had blind trust in this man.
He didn't say anything, but Li Yan could tell. His face changed suddenly, and finally he controlled the scolding that came to his lips, and walked away with a shake of his sleeves.
"Yanlang—Li Yan, stop for me!"
Li Yan paid no attention to it, but quickened his pace.
Zhong Yue couldn't help crying anymore, seeing him walk out of his sight quickly, he finally couldn't help chasing him, and hugged him: "It wasn't me, believe it or not, I didn't kill him!"
Li Yan didn't believe it, Zhong Yue hugged him tightly and didn't allow him to push him away, crying and said: "It's just a cheap life, even if Zhang Tian dies, it won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart! If I want to kill him, why should I kill him?" How could such an incomprehensible method trap you into injustice? Since I promised you not to attack him, how could I go back on my promise?"
"really?"
"You, don't you understand me? I want his life. I have hundreds of ways to make him die without a sound. Why set up this situation?"
Only then did Li Yan turn around, seeing Zhong Yue crying sadly and feeling a little distressed, he wiped his tears and said, "But now, I'm afraid all the evidence has pointed to you..." If it wasn't Zhong Yue, who would it be? Woolen cloth
Seeing that he hadn't really dispelled his doubts about himself, Zhong Yue felt resentful and impatient. But he didn't show it, instead, Lihua was aggrieved with rain, until Li Yan comforted him in a low voice and expressed his belief in his words, then he choked up and said: "Yan Lang, don't you understand that once Zhang Tian dies, Who benefits? I am afraid that someone wants Zhang Tian to die more than I do."
Li Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he lost his voice: "You mean... Li Mu?!"
Prince An's Mansion.
Bloody had been washed away, Zhang Tian's body was sent back to the Zhang family, the courtyard where he died was also sealed off, the palace was brightly lit, no one was disturbed by the death of one person, and they still served the master conscientiously.
Sitting in front of the case, An Wang kept drinking water for some reason. He didn't recover until he lifted the kettle but couldn't pour out a drop of water.
"Sir, is the man surnamed Meng really reliable?"
Staff Niu Bi put down the book in his hand, nodded and said flatly: "Your Highness, there is no need to be so alarmed, the situation is under our control. After tonight, the courtiers must all know about the affair between His Highness the Crown Prince and the young master of the Tianji Zhong family. Your Majesty will Will not tolerate it."
Yes, the death of Zhang Tian is really beneficial to King An.
The suspicion of Zhang Tian's death fell on Zhong Yue, and the relationship between Zhong Yue and Li Yan was also found out for him.
In this way, not only the Zhang family will stand behind him more loyally and stand against the prince, but the emperor will also have an excuse to send the prince down, and Li Yan's reputation will plummet, which is his chance to show his skills.
Kill two birds with one stone, nothing could be better.
But King An was uneasy, and asked again: "Will the man surnamed Meng bite us back?"
Meng San, the son-in-law Zhang Tian tried his best to marry, was found by King An after fleeing the palace, and was persuaded by Niu Bi to take Zhang Tian's life with his own hands.
Niu Bi was confident, and said with certainty: "Your Highness, don't worry, others may retort, but he won't. You just think that he hates Zhang Tian because of his love, but you don't know that there is another story in it."
"Oh?"
"Meng San, there used to be another name called Meng Fenghe. Your Highness must have heard of it a little bit, right?"
Wang An struggled to recall, and suddenly called out: "What, it's him?!"
This Meng Fenghe is not considered a big man in Shangjing, but he still remembers this name with Wang An.
It's just because, when this person went to Beijing to rush for the exam, unfortunately Zhang Tian fell in love at first sight, and he was so moved. Zhang Tian was only thirteen years old at the time, but he was already very insane. He only knew how to fight and hide, so people arrested Meng Fenghe and broke his body with forceful means. Unable to bear the humiliation, Meng Fenghe hit the wall and committed suicide. Zhang Tian was horrified, but it was King An who took over the mess for him and threw Meng Fenghe into the river, pretending to fall into the water.
Later, the body was washed away without being found, which saved them a lot of trouble.
But Wang An never expected that Meng Fenghe was not dead, and approached Zhang Tian three years later to wait for an opportunity to take revenge.
Wang An hated Zhang Tian's stupidity deeply for a moment, and he couldn't even recognize Bai Yueguang, who had vowed to take it to his heart, and became even more disturbed.
"If it is him, will it be detrimental to the king—"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, Meng Fenghe didn't know about what happened back then, and Zhang Tian is the only one he has to deal with."
King An was startled, "What happened back then was so secretive, how did you know it?!"
Niubi but smile silently.
When it was almost dawn, Niu Bi went to see Meng Fenghe on behalf of King An, both to appease and to intimidate. King An didn't know that what the two of them were talking about was another story.
Niu Bi: "You've done a good job. Don't worry, the master has made arrangements and will definitely save your life. However, you have to suffer some hardships."
Meng Fenghe said: "You don't need to say too much, you are a humble life, even if I die here, I have avenged my vengeance and I will have no regrets or regrets. Besides, the dog tooth rescued me back then and provided me with shelter, and now it is still there. Let me get what I want, I have nothing to repay, I only hope that this time I can help the Lord. It's just my family... "
"They have already moved. Even if the Zhang family knows your identity, they will only find out that your family members have died of illness in the plague."
"Thank you, sir, thank you sir."
The day after Zhang Tian's death, the Zhang family found the murderer in a dilapidated courtyard.
General Zhen Guo wanted to cut Meng Fenghe into pieces, but in the end he endured his anger and let the people from the Ministry of Punishment take him away. Within a few hours, the tortured Meng Fenghe confessed to Zhong Yue, and then died under torture.
The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishments who took refuge in King An followed the vines and easily found evidence that Zhong Yue had an affair with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The emperor smashed the memorial of the Ministry of Punishment on the ground, and a lot of hostility flashed in his eyes.
But the mass burial mound outside Shangjing was hit by fire from heaven, General Zhen Guo who wanted to flog the corpse returned disappointed, and the sword turned to Zhong Yue and Li Yan, a couple of dogs.
The development of the situation was even more exciting than Gou Liang expected, and he secretly praised Zhong Quan for knowing people and being good at responsibility, and the things he chose to do could not be more in line with his intentions.
Just thinking of him, Zhong Quan came to him quietly, "Master."
Holding the Poison Sutra written by the old man, the double-minded Gou Liang put down the book and looked at him: "You're back, can you learn everything?"
The contours on Zhong Quan's face tightened a bit—after Gou Liang settled him the day before yesterday, under the old man's sincere suggestion, Zhong Quan rushed to the Nanfeng Hall in the border town overnight, and devoted himself to learning the art of the room so as to better serve his master Detoxification... Seeing the cold look on his face, and not realizing that there was anything special about this question, Zhong Quan bit the bullet and pretended to be calm: "This subordinate is dull, but he will do his best and never let the master get hurt."
Gou Liang used poison scriptures to cover the scars on his face, only showing a pair of slightly sly eyes, and said with a smile: "I have always been at ease with you."
Zhong Quan: "... Thank you, Master."
That night, Gou Liang personally accepted the results of Goal's hard work.
Sitting between Zhong Quan's legs, with his legs carefully protected and his back leaning against his broad chest, Gou Liang was sweating profusely. He was conquered by his technique until only an out-of-control monosyllabic voice remained: Ma Dan, where is this? It's a blunt aptitude, obviously a gifted talent!
The staggered body temperature was so hot that he was about to turn into water, and the fullness of the collision made him want to stop...
The soft white tenderness was flushed against the hard abdominal muscles, Zhong Quan's wheat-colored big hands held the white waist, and every movement could accurately relieve the master's poison to the maximum extent.
Gou Liang shook his head uncontrollably, the back of his head rubbed against his chest, and fell softly on his body, his fingers tightly clasped into the man's arm.
There was a faint scent of tangerines in the air, Gou Liang thought it was coming from the jade flute, but the smell became stronger and stronger, warm and sweet. He leaned his face against Zhong Quan's chest, listening to his beating heartbeat, and clearly smelled the rich scent of oranges from the sweat on his body, which seemed to have coated his skin with honey—I really want to eat it ! !
Gou Liang kept swallowing his Adam's apple, and finally couldn't hold it anymore...
Zhong Quan only felt that place contract violently, making his scalp numb and his chest hurt, but it was Gou Liang who bit his chest hard.
Gou Liang's chest heaved violently, and Zhong Quan lowered his eyes to stare at the slightly trembling dogwood, as if he was too shy to speak, and considerately loosened his slender waist that had already been pinched with fingerprints, and pressed his hand on his abdomen to prevent him from overexerting And it spread to his legs, and he reached out to his chest with one hand—
Dawn finally broke.
Zhong Quan carefully carried Gou Liang, who was almost in a coma, to wash, then carefully applied the old man's exclusive ointment on his back, carefully dressed him, and then got up.
Gou Liang grabbed his hand.
"Owner?"
Zhong Quan thought he was uncomfortable there, so he squatted down and looked at him carefully.
Gou Liang had no expression on his face, but his eyes were very awkward. After a while, he let go of him, seemingly unintentionally said: "You go to seek a teacher, who did you learn from and use?"
Zhong Quan was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a rare smile. He covered the quilt again for him, and said in a low voice: "No. The master said that Zhong Quan's hair and everything belong to you alone. Let others... get their hands on it."
Gou Liang's face was flushed, his eyes were a little dodgy, and when he met his gaze, he closed his eyes in a panic, and said calmly, "That's good, you step back."
Zhong Quan didn't leave immediately, but quietly looked down at Gou Liang. He closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and the dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible.
Staring at it for a long time, he got up and walked out the door after confirming that Gou Liang had fallen asleep.
[Ding, target favorability updated, current favorability: +90! !]
[System: Master is awesome, keep up the good work! ~(～o￣▽￣)～o]
[Gou Liang is not happy at all: Xiao Si, are you sure that the task progress is not wrong? !]
[The system silently looked at the task progress bar stuck at 0.1%, and said sadly: Master, you... It's just a matter of condolences. ⊙ω⊙]