The origin of the matter is because our General Meng is too graceful.
General Meng of Yushu Linfeng once chatted with His Royal Highness King Heng in the front yard. The fans in the backyard were probably practicing horse riding. In the past, she couldn't keep up with the speed of the fierce horse that Mo Luo paid tribute to. She wanted to rein in the horse, but was afraid of hurting the ninth lady who was most favored by the prince, so she ran into the front yard while screaming coquettishly.
Immediately, Mrs. Ninth's hair was disheveled, her delicate face paled, and she was so frightened that she was speechless. Seeing the horse rushing faster and faster, her hands were too weak to hold the rein and she was about to fall. The horse was still rushing towards the prince. Or if the horse hits the prince, he will die. In desperation, he closed his eyes and let go of his hands, waiting to die.
The horse lost its last bit of restraint, and immediately regained its rhythm, let out a long hiss, and rushed straight like a gust of wind. The huge black horse body was like a dark moving iceberg, and it was about to bump into Zhan Beiheng who was looking back in astonishment.
Amid the exclamation, Meng Fuyao turned his head.
She turned her head, stretched out her hand, her five fingers spread out like a flower blooming, she slapped the horse's neck, and twirled her fingers!
"咴—"
The fierce horse, which was taller and stronger than ordinary horses and was about to be as tall as Meng Fuyao, was spun by Meng Fuyao's fingers and spun out in the air!
The heavy horse turned somersault abruptly in the air, smashed down the dust heavily, kicked up soot, and made a deep hole in the ground!
Lady Nine falls.
She was falling like peach blossoms, her light pink dress was rippling in the air, her blue hair was graceful and trembling, sad and beautiful.
In her overturned vision, she saw a handsome, upright young man facing the wind, with his clothes fluttering and throwing the horse out, and seeing the young man turning his head back, his eyes were bright and divine.
Her heart was beating fast, but she didn't know whether it was because she was about to touch the ground or the boy's arm.
Fortunately, when a beauty is in danger, there must be a handsome guy to rescue her.
Meng Fuyao reached forward with the hand withdrawn from the horse's neck, this time it landed on the beauty's neck.
She ruthlessly twirled the beauty's neck in the same way she used to deal with the neck of a horse. Her fingers seemed to remain unchanged, but actually flicked out a strange rhythm. The beauty's body softened, and she was already floating in the air, changing the direction to be safe. Falling into Meng Fuyao's embrace.
The beauty raised her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears filled her eyes, she fixed her eyes on the savior.
The young man in front of me is so handsome and talented, with amazing talents...
Meng Fuyao didn't even look at her, and hurriedly stuffed the limp and boneless female body in Zhan Beiheng's hands—Mamma Mia, what kind of powder did she put on it? It's more terrifying than Mr. Yuan Bao, who is obsessed with aromatherapy recently.
Zhan Beiheng hugged Mrs. Ninth, the woman lowered her eyelashes, and under the wet eyelashes, she sneaked glances at Meng Fuyao, glance, glance, glance...
This glance revealed the problem.
Madam Nine has become much more virtuous since then, and she rushes to do all the things that the maids do, such as serving tea and food, and once she even washes her hands to make soup. Heng's face turned dark, but Meng Fuyao ate heartlessly, and praised: "The Ninth Madam is good at cooking! Your lord is delicious!"
At that time, Mrs. Ninth was smiling like a flower, her eyes were rippling, and the boat was shaking and shaking in the water, waiting for the passenger she liked to sit on. Unfortunately, the passenger had an elm head and only knew how to eat snacks from the plate.
Ninth Madam was brightly sad. Ninth Madam looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and the sky reflected the reflection of that heartless person. Ninth Madam felt that the soup was not fresh enough, maybe it needed more ingredients
Meng Fuyao used a 180-degree angle to spy on the Ninth Madam—poor, young and young women, ranked among the eighteenth, no matter how strong Zhan Beiheng is, no matter how much he loves Yu Heng, there will be no more than a month Three times on the wheel... inhuman wow inhuman.
She went home with a lot of preoccupations, and when she entered the door, Yuan Bao grabbed her body and sniffed fiercely, then turned her head and yelled at her eldest grandson Wuji, Meng Fuyao held it by the ear to question, Master Yuan Bao folded her arms and turned her head in disdain.
Changsun Wuji translated: "It says that you use inferior face powder, and you still smell like a woman."
Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of her mouth—what kind of talk is this, am I not just a woman? Did I not feel feminine before
After thinking about it for a while, I felt that, in fact, maybe, probably, there was no such thing.
In the days to come, the fragrance of women continued to linger, Changsun Wuji smiled more and more strangely, Meng Fuyao acted as if nothing had happened, and then, on a dark and stormy night, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiheng fought for wine, Zhan Beiheng did not win, Meng Fuyao Not losing, Zhan Beiheng was so drunk that he was carried back to the Inner Mansion by the servant girl on the spring stool. He shook his hands on the spring stool and said, "Commander Meng, go slowly... no... send..."
Meng Fuyao waved to the huge enamel vase in the flower hall: "My lord, go slowly... I won't send you off..."
Then she had a drink, and walked around the hall three times, thinking that this was her home, so she was going to go back to the inner hall to sleep. She felt hot while walking, so she took off her coat and put it on her arm, and walked to a corner , A guard came up to meet her, and she was about to yell at them to retreat, when a pair of slender catkins suddenly protruded from the darkness around her, and pulled her over.
That hand was very fragrant, with the smell of "inferior incense powder" that had been appraised by the aroma expert Mr. Yuan Bao, that hand gently took Meng Fuyao's sleeve, and led her to an unused wing in the garden, where the prince rewarded her. The place where the flowers rest is bright and dark, with exquisite furnishings. Usually, few people use it. After a long field trip, Mrs. Ninth finally chose this place as a place to express her sincere feelings. Everything is ready and only owes Dongfeng. Tonight, Dongfeng Arrived with booze, well, well.
The precious couch is fragrant and warm, the jade tent has a golden hook, and the golden incense burner is aloe. The mandarin duck is sleeping on the mandarin duck bedding. The snow-white thighs between the mountains are showing and disappearing—summer is really a good weather, and you can wear very few clothes without fear of freezing.
Meng Fuyao immediately rushed forward.
Throwing in the soft... brocade mattress.
After rubbing against it for a couple of times, I probably felt as smooth and cool as someone's palm, so I leaned on it and didn't move.
The Ninth Madam waited for a long time with all kinds of flair, but someone was already snoring. The Ninth Madam looked at the sky brightly and sadly again, and decided that since she had already abducted the person to bed, she would never come again if the opportunity was lost, and she would do it no matter what. Besides.
She went to untie Meng Fuyao's underwear.
There were a lot of buttons on the coat, and when he unbuttoned the third one, Meng Fuyao was a little sober.
"Pa" and pushed it out with one palm, scolding: "You rascal, you are taking advantage of me again!"
Ninth Madam smiled lowly, and whispered in Meng Fuyao's ear: "Officer, I don't take advantage of you, you come to take advantage of me..."
Her fingers had just peeled off half of Meng Fuyao's clothes, when she suddenly said "ah", and said, "What is this belt..."
Meng Fuyao woke up another third of the time, suddenly remembered his mask, ah, if this baby is seen, wouldn't it be safe for me to have just started to develop breasts
She immediately got up, pushed away Mrs. Ninth and turned around to leave, but Mrs. Ninth refused to follow her, she stretched out her snow-white thighs with a smile, and hooked her jade feet.
Meng Fuyao's belt was half untied, she hooked her upright, and fell back on the couch, Ninth Furen smiled coquettishly and rushed forward, Meng Fuyao rolled away, busy to gather up his half-untied inner garment , looking for his outer robe again, just looking for the robe thrown on the ground, and was hugged by an octopus behind him, the octopus's nails were sharp, like that, with a "tear" sound, the inner garment was torn in half , Meng Fuyao was furious, rushed over and beat him up, Octopus thought that this move was very majestic, and came up to him with a charming smile, Meng Fuyao couldn't keep beating up, so he was pulled to the bed again.
The two were fighting on the bed, entangled and entangled, their clothes were almost entangled, Ninth Madam was panting, slipping into Meng Fuyao's embrace like a soft snake: "Good man..."
The good man was busy tearing the captive, a light suddenly shone from afar, it shone on the red curtain, and shone on the body of Mrs. Ninth.
Ninth Madam was shocked, she raised her hand to cover her eyes and saw that two rows of palace lanterns came from the garden, illuminating the three elegant rooms brightly. In the lights in front of the door stood Zhan Beiheng with a dark face.
Half of the affair, the husband appears on the scene, an eternal law.
The wild mandarin ducks on the bed panicked for a while, Mrs. Ninth was so panicked that she was caught having an affair, Meng Fuyao was so panicked that her underwear was torn, and the straps of the hood would be discovered!
In her busy schedule, she grabbed a piece of clothing and stuffed it into her inner garment. She raised her head and smiled at Zhan Beiheng with a drunken look: "My lord... your bitch is in love with spring, please take her back."
Zhan Beiheng's confidant, the chief guard of the palace, shouted coldly:
"Meng Fuyao, you are so bold! How dare you flirt with the prince's concubine!"
"Do you have it? Do I have it?" Meng Fuyao spread her hands and looked down at herself, "My clothes are neat—"
Her words stopped suddenly, and the light shone brightly, and she saw her clothes—she was actually wearing a bellyband!
The peach red bellyband, embroidered lotus leaf mandarin ducks, the light slides down like water, and the luster is charming.
On Zhan Beiheng's face, it was clearly written - adulterer and adulterer, even my concubine's bellyband is on, how dare you say there is no adultery
Meng Fuyao's grief and indignation—he was a fool, but he just grabbed a bellyband!
The Ninth Madam was only covering her face and weeping, Meng Fuyao was so upset and irritable, she climbed out of the bed, grabbed her clothes and left, Zhan Beiheng looked at her with a livid face, and yelled: "Take it! "
So she took it down, Meng Fuyao didn't resist at all, she fell to the ground with a "gudong" sound and fell asleep again.
Zhan Beiheng looked down at Meng Fuyao, who was smelling of alcohol, and was a little puzzled why this guy didn't make a move. With this kid's martial arts, if he really wanted to force his way in, who could stop this palace? It's fine if you really want to break in, you can't show your family ugliness, so you just pinch your nose, who knew that this guy was really taken down by him, what should we do now? Really took it and sent it to the prison in Pandu Prefecture? What kind of crime is this? Let the people and the palace know, but it is embarrassing for yourself.
He stood under the lamp for a while, looking helplessly at the shameless You who was sleeping soundly, and then glared hard at Mrs. Ninth who was still covering her face and crying, and waved his hand:
"Shut up in the woodshed!"
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Meng Fuyao was imprisoned in the woodshed of Prince Heng's mansion to write a letter of repentance.
She lay on the ground, using Mrs. Ninth's apron as paper, and the coke in the woodshed as a pen, and wrote earnestly:
"I'm so stupid, really, I only know that drunk people have lower self-control, and some uncontrollable and unpredictable misunderstandings will occur. I didn't know that this misunderstanding would also happen to me. I was drunk that night in the palace. I took off my clothes because it was too hot, and the Ninth Madam of the palace saw it. She was probably afraid that I would catch a cold. The Ninth Madam is very virtuous, and she remembers every time her subordinates take off their clothes. No, I want to go home, Mrs. Ninth should not, after a few times of entanglement, I looked down and saw that the clothes were scattered all over the place, and my robe was gone, and my robe will not be easily lost, everywhere I went to look for it, and sure enough, there was nothing there. I was in a hurry, and I groped around on the bed, groping, groping, and groping until the middle of the night. I groped and felt under the quilt, and saw a corner of the clothes shining in the quilt. I said, okay, finally I found it, took it out and wore it, the material is similar, the style is different, and there are flowers embroidered on it... I am so stupid, really."
After she finished writing, she carefully handed it over to the guards guarding the firewood room and handed it over to the lord. The apron was spread out. , Zhan Beiheng was drinking tea, but before he finished reading, he sprayed all the tea.
This peerless book of repentance was somehow spread outside the palace, and once it was published, it became popular in Pandu. At that time, the streets were full of looting for Luoyang paper expensive, so that when Pandu people met this morning, their greetings changed from "Have you eaten?" I'm so stupid, really."
In addition, every night in the middle of the night, Meng Fuyao would climb out through the window of the woodshed to steal wine and drink from the big kitchen next door. After drinking, he would get drunk and knock on the firewood, shouting: "I'm so stupid, really!" Zhan Beiheng started to have a headache, let her go , I can’t let go of this face, let’s not let it go, I am inexplicably becoming a laughingstock, that guy still looks innocent, the ninth lady is crying and not saying a word, making it hard to get off, he secretly scolded the guard who woke him up that night Long, if I had known about it, I would have had an affair with them. After stealing and walking, wouldn't everything be fine
Panduli was full of turmoil, the chief of cheating in the firewood room was crying, and His Royal Highness King Heng was in a state of desperation in the palace. After two days of stalemate, someone finally came to build a ladder on the third day—Zhan Nancheng Chuan Xuanmeng Fuyao.
Early in the morning, a "steward" of the Commander's Mansion quietly greeted him in front of Heng Wang's Mansion. The gatekeeper did not dare to be negligent, so he quickly reported to Zhan Beiheng, and Zhan Beiheng, as if he had received an amnesty, hurriedly invited the plague god out of the firewood room , the "housekeeper" was waiting in front of the flower hall with a smile on his face. Zhan Beiheng glanced at him and then again. He felt that this man was ordinary in appearance, but tall and elegant. He really had a good demeanor and temperament. When everyone passed by, they would see him for the first time, and they couldn't help but take a few more glances. Moreover, when this person came to pick up Meng Fuyao and talk to him just now, he was neither humble nor overbearing. To such a talent
Meng Zhazai came drunk, and when he saw the "housekeeper", he first squinted his eyes, then paused, as if he wanted to run away. When he saw Zhan Beiheng sitting on it and watching, he grinned. , Greeting: "You are here."
The "housekeeper" smiled and bowed slightly: "Master is healthy? The little one is here to pick you up."
Zhan Beiheng felt in a daze that Meng Fuyao seemed to be trembling, but he quickly confirmed that his eyes were dazzled, obviously Meng Fuyao smiled happily: "It's easy to say, easy to say." He went over and took his sleeve, bowed crookedly and said: " Xie Wangye has a lot of people, my subordinates... uh, my subordinates are gone."
The butler held Meng Fuyao's palm with his backhand, and led her to walk out slowly, when Zhan Beiheng said coldly, "Is that how it is?"
The two turned around, Meng Fuyao was dazed and did not speak, but the housekeeper smiled first and said: "I wonder if the lord has any orders?"
Zhan Beiheng looked at him with raised eyebrows, and snorted coldly: "Take her away." He clapped his hands, and a timid and beautiful woman in a cloak slowly walked out of the back hall.
Lady Nine.
Meng Fuyao's face turned blue, and he quickly waved his hands: "No no no no no no no..."
Zhan Beiheng looked at her, and said angrily and amusedly: "Commander Meng, do you think this king will want a broken flower and a willow that you have touched?"
"I'm wronged..." Meng Fuyao threw himself under Zhan Beiheng's knees, "Let's not touch a finger, I haven't even touched a single hair. I'm so stupid, really—"
"Stop!" Zhan Beiheng hurriedly called a stop, and resentfully said: "Commander Meng, you are too messed up. You have taken a fancy to Mrs. Ninth, and you just tell me the truth. Could it be that the king is reluctant to part with a woman? You have to be so stealthy, and the city is full of wind and rain. Is it hard to hear?"
"I'm so stupid, really—"
"Stop!" Zhan Beiheng waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go, you can dispose of this woman as you please."
Meng Fuyao looked up at Zhan Beiheng innocently: "Can I not?"
"Yes." Zhan Beiheng sneered, and handed over a sword, "Then commander, please help me kill this bitch by the way, so as not to dirty my hands."
Meng Fuyao, who was smiling just now, was immediately discouraged, and said sullenly, "That's fine."
The housekeeper glanced at Meng Fuyao with a half-smile, and said, "Congratulations master, it looks like I'm going to arrange a wedding for you."
Meng Fuyao smiled foolishly, took a drink "uh", poured it on the housekeeper, and muttered: "What should I do?"
The butler stared at Meng Fuyao for a while, then stretched out his hand to hug her, and bowed to Zhan Beiheng: "Your Highness is laughing."
Zhan Beiheng waved his hands with a headache—go, go, go.
The butler hugged Meng Fuyao and got into the sedan chair. He did not forget to order another sedan chair to be used by Mrs. Ninth, but he did not get out of the sedan chair. He sat with Meng Fuyao in his arms, and said with a steady smile, "Master, pretend Drunkness cannot escape punishment."
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes and raised her head, giggling, she was still drunk, she got rid of someone's surveillance in the Hengwang Mansion these days, and in order to be the idiot leader to the end, she had a good drink, and her brain was in an extremely happy state of bliss Look at the flowers are red, the sky is blue, the roof of the sedan chair is rotating, and the eldest grandson Wuji in the green coat and hat is boring.
She put her hand on the chest of this coquettish man, tilted her head to look at him with a smile, and said, "My eldest grandson Wuji, why do I think you are more coquettish in this green-robed cap than in the prince's suit?"
"Really?" Changsun Wuji looked at her with a smile, seeing this guy who usually firmly resists close physical contact, today finally because he was half drunk, he didn't realize the current posture at all—the two were in a small sedan chair, and Meng Fuyao's whole body was on Changsun Wuji's lap, she nestled in his arms, her reddish face rested on his shoulder, her hair and eyes were soft and lingering, with a fragrance like soaked in wine, even her breathing With intoxicating sweet fragrance.
Meng Fuyao who was half drunk, Meng Fuyao who didn't realize that he was in the wolf's mouth, and Meng Fuyao who finally temporarily forgot her longing for going home for a moment, how could he not taste it
That's too sorry for waiting for a long time, every time I was afraid of triggering her love-locking poison and dared not approach myself who dared not tease.
Besides, didn't she say it-what to do.
Changsun Wuji smiled, and in the extremely narrow sedan chair he specially selected, he carried Meng Fuyao in his arms and turned over with great dexterity, and immediately became the posture of Meng Fuyao on the bottom and on the top. Absolute physical oppression, and completely occupied the space where Meng Fuyao could move.
His knees were against her knees, and her neck was on his arms, curled up like a soft cloud, and the long black hair flowed down like water, and flowed over the back of his hands as smooth as satin.
He smiled, his eyes were as bright as wine, and the wine was clear, reflecting her slightly smoky and charming eyes. There was a touch of pink on her cheeks, and the delicate and beautiful spring would stay here forever.
She murmured and refused, lingering inarticulately: "Changsun Wuji, don't take advantage of others..."
But in exchange for him to bend down even deeper.
...Where did the wind from the plateau come from, with the lofty and elegant breath closest to the sky, it swept over her forehead, and in the wind there were green grass, the fragrance of lotus in summer nights, chrysanthemums in autumn, and chrysanthemums. The depth and accumulation under the winter snow are as vivid as the four seasons, mellow and changeable as the four seasons, the wind stopped on her forehead, all the way down, passing through the mountains and valleys, passing through thousands of miles of territory, all the way in her Spring rain is like cotton in the world.
She suddenly felt a little suffocated, and couldn't help opening her mouth slightly to grab more air, but in exchange for it, she swam through the barrier lightly and nimbly, and broke into the holy place that no one had ever peeped at her. The taste is soft and clear, like almonds, with a refreshing and slightly bitter taste at the beginning, but after the aftertaste, it is an endlessly revolving fragrance, not compelling but ubiquitous, low-key gorgeous and bright... the fragrance of the king.
She couldn't help moaning lowly, unwilling to indulge him or herself like this, but he held her tighter because of such moaning, her arms were locked in his embrace, the refreshing warmth in summer, Like a piece of nephrite jade, there is a kind of shocking comfort that makes people wish to indulge in eternal life, or lying on the clouds, dying in the initial sweetness of life, tender and ecstatic, intoxicated in this life and unwilling to fall into the world again.
But it was just that moment of intoxication, something deep in her heart ached immediately, she moved her body and tilted her head slightly.
His breath passed over her lips, and his taste was imprinted on the corners of his lips. He relaxed his body slightly and looked down at her with pity. The charming powder.
The sedan chair was swaying, the body was close to each other in the narrow space, and the bodies could not help but lightly collide with each other, the heat was transferred to and from each other, and the slight tremor was felt through the thin clothes... I don't know who's breathing became rapid again.
The eldest grandson Wuji hugged Meng Fuyao affectionately. Her hair was wet with sweat at this moment, and her black hair stuck to her fair skin, like a snow mountain gradually melting under the sun. The fingertips twisted gently, and then pulled her hair, and the two hairs were intertwined, ready to be tied up.
At this moment, get married.
Meng Fuyao suddenly struggled vigorously.
She saw his eyes overflowing, saw his deep affection, saw his slender fingers lightly holding each other's hair, and saw the two strands of equally moist and shiny black hair, she could almost imagine , that hair tied together will make the most beautiful, brightest and smoothest knot in the world.
However, at the moment when her hair was about to tie, a strand of white hair, a pair of hands, and a book of fairy tales rolled up suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.
She suddenly jumped up.
Jump vigorously in this small, almost immobile space.
"boom"!
The car roof was lifted.
Meng Fuyao jumped out of the sedan chair like a rabbit.
The well-trained bearers of the Commander's Mansion have already been instructed to ignore general movements, so they don't even notice the swaying of the sedan chair, but how can they resist the strength of Meng Fuyao's full jump? The four of them only felt that there was a strong bump, and the sedan chair fell to the ground softly with both hands. Looking back, Meng Fuyao had already stepped on the ruins of the sedan chair.
Behind her, the elegant "temporary housekeeper" Shi Shiran came from the ruins of the sedan chair with his hands behind his back, still smiling: "Master Commander is drunk and thinks this is her training hall."
Meng Fuyao raised his head, twisted his head vigorously, and looked up at the sky. The posture is sturdy and decisive, but there is a suspicious faint pink on the neck.
The eldest grandson Wuji had already waved, and the guards who followed immediately brought two horses. His Royal Highness personally handed over the reins, smiling happily: "Please get on the horses."
It turns out there are horses! Meng Fuyao was furious, and asked with his eyes: Then why do you have to drag me into the sedan chair
There are two kinds of preparations for a red heart, His Royal Highness smiled, the sedan chair must be taken, and it is likely to break down, and the horse should also be prepared, and there will be transportation after it breaks down.
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Commander Meng married a concubine.
The commander's mansion set up a few tables of wedding banquets for this, and invited all his colleagues in the army to drink. Naturally, some people made fun of the "belly pocket" commander during the banquet. The drunken groom replied: "I'm so stupid, really."
The whole room roared with laughter, and after laughing, they sent people into the bridal chamber. Seeing Meng Fuyao enter the bridal chamber happily, everyone was envious—this kid was lucky enough to be the woman who prostituted the lord, and the lord didn't have any serious relationship with him, so he just sent him off after changing hands. Yes, I knew we would also hook up...
Of course, Zhan Nancheng also heard about the famous "I'm so stupid." Rao couldn't help laughing even though he was worried, but soon he frowned again—the imperial army fighting across the Yijiang River, under the command of Zhan Beiye What's worse, after the earliest military forces that surrendered to Beiye, some frontier troops and garrison generals who were on the sidelines in the country also looked a little restless. Right now, he urgently needs a Victory to reverse the unfavorable situation, but this victory seems completely out of reach under Zhan Beiye.
Zhan Beiye was originally the number one general of the Tiansha Dynasty, and even looking at the entire Wuzhou Continent, he is definitely one of the best. According to the analysis of those idle military scientists, no one knows the depth of it except Prince Wuji, who has never personally fought on the battlefield. In addition, Zhan Beiye can be said to be the number one doing his part.
This is also the reason why when Zhan Nancheng wanted to kill him, he dispatched tens of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress him. If he couldn't kill him quickly, there would be endless troubles. Now, troubles will come.
Zhan Nan grows up sighing, and even adds a bit of sadness - the prince has recently suffered from a strange disease for some reason, and is always inexplicably lethargic and depressed. The imperial doctor saw it but couldn't explain why. .
Being so gloomy, Zhan Nancheng felt more and more lonely, and then he wondered that he had lived like this before, why did he suddenly feel lonely? After thinking for a long time, he remembered that Meng Fuyao was on her wedding leave recently, and hadn't entered the palace for a while.
It's annoying to listen to this kid's nonsense on weekdays, but once it's gone, I feel empty instead. Zhan Nancheng smiled and cursed secretly, this damn boy, marry a concubine, why don't you take "marriage leave!"
The twilight gradually subsided, and the candles were lit in Qian'an Palace. The old eunuch Hua Gonggong directed the young eunuch to hang up the palace lantern, and said something with a smile on his face. Romantic anecdote - Commander Meng held a dance at home, and the new aunt wore a backless dress, tsk tsk... A group of eunuchs squeaked and laughed, and when they turned around, Zhan Nancheng changed color.
But Zhan Nancheng suddenly became interested, hey, that kid has a new wife, is he a bit older? Check it out! It's also a distraction.
Since he was assassinated last time, he seldom left the palace, and this time he went out of the palace with a lot of followers. When he walked into the Meng mansion quietly, he saw that the mansion was extremely lively. Meng Fuyao led a group of servant girls and invited the army Colleagues and family members are having a masquerade ball.
She was happy to see Zhan Nancheng, and after saluting, she dragged him to dance with a mask on. Although Zhan Nancheng was curious, he refused resolutely. Joking, wearing a mask and mixing in the crowd? Whoever stabs Lengzi with a knife, won't it be over for me
Meng Fuyao didn't force her, so she sat with him, and called the new aunt to pay homage to the emperor. Zhan Nancheng had also seen this concubine in Zhanbeiheng's mansion, and seeing her dressed in weird ways now, her eyes were full of joy , but couldn't help a smile, said a few words of comfort, and let her go down.
Nine Immortals went there like butterflies, scurrying all over the place, Meng Fuyao came over and repeatedly asked Zhan Nancheng to rest in the inner hall, saying that the garden was extremely lively and afraid of disturbing His Majesty, Zhan Nancheng waved his hand, did he sit still? Moving, the bottom of his heart was filled with gloom, and he was so depressed that he wanted to take a good look at the joy of the world and relieve it.
Leaning on the railing of the gazebo, he asked Meng Fuyao to dance and drank tea by himself, thinking about the prince's inexplicable illness, his brows were deeply furrowed.
Suddenly I heard two women talking behind a cluster of bushes behind the gazebo.
One person said: "Mrs. Meng, you are so lucky. Seeing how your family commander has dressed you up, this string of red jewel beads is probably not worth a thousand gold."
"That's right," said Jiuxian's careless and complacent voice, "my master said that a good girl needs jewelry. Diamonds are forever, and one piece will last forever."
She seemed to be showing off the jade bracelet on her wrist, and smiled like a silver bell: "Sister, let me tell you, you have to look at people correctly. I am blessed. I have spotted my master. It's the same as before... hum."
Zhan Nancheng listened, and thought it was not good for the king of a country to listen to the corner of two women like this. He was about to walk away, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard this, thinking that the woman Jiuxian is really bold and shameless. It's a disgraceful thing, if they hadn't hinted at Bei Heng during the two days when they closed the woodshed, and sent her to Meng Fuyao, the two would have been demoted to sell the kiln and demoted Well, it's something that others would wish to hide, but it's better for her to bring it up by herself.
The woman who was talking to Jiuxian was also quiet, as if she didn't expect Jiuxian to be so big-chested and brainless, and after a while, she reluctantly said, "I heard that His Royal Highness treated you very well... "
"What's so good." Jiuxian snorted, "Every day, he said that he gave me the most precious things and asked me to keep them, but they were just some rotten papers. Everyone locked them in a box and moved me. The land in the house is mysterious, I can't read, and he doesn't allow me to ask, and it doesn't look like a land deed, my lord... just a boring gourd... "
The words of the two gradually faded away. Behind the gazebo, Zhan Nancheng was silent, and slowly put down the teacup. After a long while of silence, he straightened up and walked out.
Meng Fuyao, who was sweating from jumping, hurried over, seeing that he was about to leave, he said in astonishment: "Why is Your Majesty leaving? It's my fault, I shouldn't play by myself."
"Don't do your business, it's time to go back to the palace." Zhan Nancheng waved his hands, smiled, and said, "The night is too late, and walking at night is prone to accidents."
"Yes." Meng Fuyao immediately bowed obediently, "This subordinate sent a team of Feibaoying brothers to see you off to His Majesty."
"Well." Zhan Nancheng looked at her with a smile, "Change to your own Flying Fox Battalion. The Flying Leopard Battalion is often in Da Nei, so it's time for a new shift. Sometimes, people who get too close may not be good."
Meng Fuyao bowed with a smile, and sent him out, seeing Zhan Nancheng's hurriedly leaving back disappearing in the night, for a long time, showing an erratic smile.
That smile floated across my face, like a poisonous mandala blooming in the night.
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Three days later, Beijing was shaken by a thunderbolt.
The prince with the highest status in the contemporary Tiansha royal family, who is in charge of all important affairs of the inner court and foreign affairs, and the youngest brother whom His Majesty loves and trusts the most, Zhan Beiheng, who is known as the Gate of Tiansha Iron Lion and who will not defeat the prince, was suddenly sent to prison !
On August 19th, the imperial guards surrounded Hengwang Mansion silently at night, and quickly controlled all the guards in the palace. My concubine Jiuxian lived in the house, digging three feet into the ground.
On August 20th, King Heng was imprisoned in the sky prison, Guo seized the king's title, and was convicted and awaiting trial.
The Huolala Building collapsed, and the oil lamp was about to go out. Within three days, the imperial guards rushed out like thunder and dark clouds, pouring out from the wide-open crimson palace gate like a tide, flowing into Pandu in an endless stream. The relatives and nobles, they mobilized everywhere to search the remaining party and arrest the accomplices. Zhan Nancheng frequently ordered to mobilize and clean up all the institutional troops that Zhan Beiheng's previous forces could get involved in, and those who used to mark the Heng party None of them, or those who got too close to Zhan Beiheng, could not escape. The people in Pandu were panicked, shrouded in an atmosphere of panic.
This case caused a sensation in Pandu, Zhan Beiheng has always come to three thousand people, and they are doing good deeds. Many people intend to avenge his grievances. Unexpectedly, just after someone mentioned it in the court, Zhan Nancheng sneered and threw down a bunch of things—it was in the palace. Many prohibited items and internal tributes were found, as well as some puppets and human sacrifices, engraved with the characters of the prince and today's birthday.
Big case of witchcraft!
Everyone immediately fell silent and retreated in cold sweat. Throughout the dynasties, the case of witchcraft has always been a taboo that cannot be touched, especially the royal family.
There is a word floating in the bottom of everyone's heart.
King Heng, it's over!
The case was thunderous, and there was no news beforehand. Heng Wang was already a prisoner without even the slightest preparation. In the past, he had been in Beijing for many years, although many affairs were managed and managed by him. There are not a few contacts who are slowly placed, and most of these people have been implicated. However, it is still surprising to the world that Commander Meng, who is the closest to King Heng, and even his concubine is the old man of King Heng, is the only one who has not The one who was implicated was still her leader safely, and was even more respected. This is no longer an anomaly in the dynasty, it can probably be regarded as a miracle.
It is said that when the case of King Heng was raised, some people also impeached Meng Fuyao to persuade King Heng to be disobedient, but Zhan Nancheng kept him in the middle. At that time, Zhan Nancheng stared at the memorial and carefully explained the whole matter After thinking about it, no matter how I think about it, I feel that it is impossible for Meng Fuyao to have tampered with it—Madam Nine refused to take this kid back then, but she ordered Zhan Beiheng to give it to him; No one knows; when he went to watch the ball in the mansion, Meng Fuyao repeatedly invited him to rest in the inner hall, and never planned to leave him in the garden to hear those words, it was all just a coincidence, who could possess such amazing wisdom Is it a good coincidence
Zhan Nancheng thought about it for a long time, and felt that with a person like Meng Fuyao, how could he set up such a situation where the snake and the gray line stretched thousands of miles? So Meng Fuyao continued to be stable, being her very popular new commander, spending his day in the camp, and going home at night to think about harming others.
At this time, in late August of the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, there was a long period of dense clouds and no rain, and the atmosphere of Tiansha's court was also covered with dark clouds like this weather. On the other side of the river, they still couldn't resist the increasingly powerful Canglong army, and the imperial army was beaten to the point of collapse, becoming more and more frightened every time. Seeing Yishui crossing, the entire hinterland of Tiansha was no longer able to stop the city of the Canglong army. Sha, do everything in front of the enemy!
On the night of August 24th in the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, the atmosphere in Pandu was tense, and the atmosphere in Mengtongling Mansion was casual.
In the flower hall, Commander Meng was playing her homemade mahjong in harmony, and those who lost were punished with peanuts—hands were not allowed.
In fact, Meng Fuyao wanted to see