A room is lit.
Two heads came together—Yalanzhu and Yuanbao.
There are also three handsome guys with different expressions who are sitting still.
Yun Hen lowered his eyes, Zong Yue drank his tea indifferently, and his eldest grandson Wuji shuffled the cards, his eyes flicked from the note, half a smile but not a smile.
The note is dripping with ink, with deep strokes, scribbled and forceful brushstrokes, and the few numbers are penetrating. Similarly, the meaning of lovesickness and anticipation is also penetrating.
Meng Fuyao Huo La crumpled the paper, held it in his hand, and smirked at Ya Lanzhu who came over curiously: "Zhan Beiye said he was coming back soon."
Because Ya Lanzhu didn't want to be the lightbulb of the three handsome guys, she consciously gave up the mahjong table, and was always troubled by itchy paws. Hearing Meng Fuyao's perfunctory tone, she curled her lips in disdain and said, "According to that guy's temperament, I don’t even need to look at it to know, 80% of the words are written like ‘XX is gone, wait for me to kill back’.”
Meng Fuyao looked up at her adoringly: "Zhuzhu is really a god!"
Yalanzhu's eyes darkened for a moment, and then she smiled and said, "Compared to you, everyone is a god." After grabbing Mrs. Yuanbao and going back to the bed to chat, Meng Fuyao looked at her somewhat lonely figure, thinking about Yalanzhu. You must know that the phrase "wait for me" was not meant for her. This girl who has been chasing Kitano for many years and has found her beloved just because she washes her hair, because of her appearance, once again extended the time indefinitely. How long will she have to wait for the usual chasing journey before she can get her own dream? And how much youth does a woman have to withstand such profligate pursuit
Meng Fuyao rested her chin, thinking carefully about the possibility of sending Zhan Beiye and Ya Lanzhu together, but recalled the consequences of that time when she randomly matched up Changsun Wuji and Hu Sang, and thought of Changsun Wuji, who is so tolerant and magnanimous. I can't bear this kind of messy mandarin ducks, and I will punish myself severely, and change my cannonball temper of Kitano, don't I immediately tear my bones apart? Forget it, let it be.
Her eyeballs are rolling around here, she didn't care about the game, the others were still concentrating on playing, the eldest grandson Wuji suddenly pushed the cards and said: "Nonsense."
Meng Fuyao leaned over to have a look, and wailed: "I drop money..."
That night, Meng Fuyao lost a house, ten mu of fertile land, a dozen servants, and even his newly married concubine to Zong Yue. Stroking up and down the string of red orbs, Jiuxian stepped on her foot hard.
Naturally, the Nine Immortals are not the real Nine Immortals—the one in the palace is real, and it is also true that the one who likes Meng Fuyao wants to rape her. The most favored and daring Nine Immortals were selected, and they hired the servants in the inner courtyard to startle her horses with the horse talcum powder provided by the veterinarian Zong Yue. She was successfully sent to Meng Fuyao, and Meng Fuyao immediately sent her far away—in the future, she would know what happened to Zhan Beiheng, and she would never come back to seek death. After all, it was Meng Fuyao who saved her life, and Zhan Nancheng saw The Nine Immortals are already disguised by Changsun Wuji's hidden guards. Anyway, it is impossible for Zhan Nancheng to have a deep impression on one of the concubines who lives deep in the palace.
As for the good things in the palace where the Nine Immortals used to live, including the prohibited tributes in the doctor's house, etc., they are all the result of the secret power of Grandpa Zhan Beiye. There is no shortage of such talents, there is no shortage of thieves, digging tunnels and being thieves are all top-notch. Experts from all sides work together to plot a Zhan Beiheng, isn't that easy
It's a pity that General Meng is easy to calculate others. When he meets those in front of him, he will be useless. Yun Hen is good at counting, and he can't play it twice. He remembers every card clearly. Zong Yue plays cards like he prescribes medicine. Proficient and natural, more familiar with hand gestures than her old hand, he doesn't count cards, and doesn't remember his own cards, he only remembers Meng Fuyao, what cards Meng Fuyao needs, he absolutely doesn't play any cards, the purpose he holds is - I don't care about winning , you don't even want to win. The eldest grandson Wuji was better, he played cards leisurely, he seemed to lose as well, he didn't win every hand, at first glance it was mediocre, not as exciting as those two, but after playing one game, Meng Fuyao found that every two he lost You must win once every time, and you must win back the money you lost. In the end, you will never lose money. If you can play mahjong, an entertainment based on chance and luck, to such an accurate level, it is no longer playing mahjong, but playing wisdom up.
Meng Fuyao collapsed, played until midnight, pushed the cards, and shouted: "Three bullies one, stop playing, change!" Drag Ya Lanzhu to the table, she watched by herself, but in the end, black face.
As soon as Ya Lanzhu played, those few cards are not counted, the number of cards is not counted, and those who control the winning or losing are not controlled. They play openly and lose happily, and Master Yuanbao is still letting go of the cards. — One paw erected: one, two paws: two, and so on, showing the ass is a white board, sticking out a tongue is a red middle, and so on.
Playing until dawn, Meng Fuyao lost a house, ten acres of fertile land, a dozen servants and strings of red pearls, all of which were in the hands of Ya Lanzhu, and Meng Fuyao was so angry that he threw the table—as expected, there are high and low morals, and partiality has no borders. sad.
She changed her clothes sadly, and went straight to the execution ground.
Today, on Luolongtai, the main street of Qushui in Pandu, fight against Beiheng!
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Luolongtai.
It is a place where the souls of Tiansha officials above rank 4 and princes and nobles are exiled.
It was raining slightly today, and the Luolongtai was washed wet and slippery. The white stone floor had clear lines, and the veins were reddish due to the blood of countless people. Longkou, waiting for the sacrifice of fresh blood.
The execution case had already been laid out on the stage, Meng Fuyao and Kou Qinghong, the Minister of Zhongshu who was the main executioner, stepped aside and sat down freely. She was the deputy supervisor.
The huge dragon-encrusted sword shone coldly on the side, and bamboo curtains hung on all sides—this is the first time since the founding of Tiansha that the prince was executed. Apart from civil and military officials observing the execution, the rest of the common people were kept far away from Santiao Street. Even the execution was carried out inside the bamboo curtain, lest the dragon's head of Tianjia Longzi roll around and hurt his dignity.
The midsummer is coming to an end, and the coolness of early autumn is refreshing, and the rain wets the crimson flowers under the Luolong Terrace, giving it a miserable beauty.
The sound of rumbling carts came from the long street, creaking and monotonous, and it sounded a bit creepy in the silence. Gradually, Zhan Beiheng, who was sitting indifferently in the bullock cart, appeared in front of the crowd. in the officer's field of vision.
Looking at His Highness King Heng, who used to be majestic and powerful, now in such a miserable state, both civil and military warriors of Tiansha showed a sad and sad expression. They looked up at the gloomy and gray sky, thinking that Yishui would finally cross the river and come here with troops. Just like the fierce king Beiye, who was overwhelmed by dark clouds, there was a faint ominous omen in his heart, as if the end of Hengwang today, it seemed that it would also be the end of the Tiansha Dynasty, and the blood that was about to flow from Zhan Beiheng's neck, but It was the beginning of more blood to be shed.
The Iron Hat Prince can drop his head in an instant, why can't the Jade-Stair Golden Palace collapse in an instant
At this moment, the entire Pandu fell silent.
At this moment, the whole world turned their eyes, watching Tiansha's bizarre king-killing case in amazement, waiting for more conspiracies and storms hidden behind it.
At this moment Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiheng, but what he was thinking of was the old Grand Master Zhou who died at the hand of his assassination.
The second official of the two countries, who had far-sighted vision and disregarded honor and disgrace, spent his whole life working hard to destroy the dynasty, and many years after his death, he still avenged himself.
Zhan Beiheng got out of the car dumbly, and was led up to the Luolong Terrace dumbly. Bamboo curtains hung down on all sides, blocking the last bit of skylight.
The end of life will also end.
In the silence, a heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the bamboo curtain:
"The emperor's family is ruthless, and I am wronged!"
With a cry of great pain, he slammed into the heavy sky like a giant pestle, which seemed to push away those dark clouds a little, but they only moved slightly for a moment, then closed instantly, and they were still covered like a pot lid.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stood up.
She calmly stood up in full view, poured a glass of wine, and said calmly, "I'll see off King Heng." She turned and left without looking at the shocked expressions of the crowd.
"Master Meng." The supervisor behind him called in a low voice, reminding her of her position at the moment.
Meng Fuyao turned around, the voice from the high platform was clear, and said word by word: "Even though King Heng is wrong in every possible way, he has already accepted the law of the heaven and the country, he has always treated me generously, how can I let him be in this miserable wind and rain, even You can't drink a glass of wine to warm your body, so you just go on the road like this?"
Under her clear gaze, all the officials lowered their heads in shame.
Zhan Beiheng's eyes were slightly wet in the bamboo curtain—at this dead end, all the officials avoided him to avoid suspicion, but only the 250th Commander was bloody at the moment of life and death!
Meng Fuyao lifted the curtain and entered, bringing layers of light and shadow, Zhan Beiheng looked up with tears in his eyes, and saw the young man brought the wine, half kneeling in front of him, and respectfully brought the wine glass to his lips.
The young man smiled slightly, calm and pure, frank and clear. Zhan Beiheng looked at this look, and his anger gradually dissipated. He was a little ashamed to think of the past when he locked her in the firewood room, and smiled apologetically.
He didn't know what happened to Zhan Nancheng in the Meng Mansion that night, and he didn't know that the puppet was released in the Nine Immortals' Room. If he knew that the sincere young man in front of him was the chief culprit who brought the prince of a country to death, don't Just kidding, I'm afraid I will immediately pounce on the opponent's flesh and bite off piece by piece.
But now he only thinks about other things - Zhan Nancheng, you even kill me, don't blame me for being rude...
He was laughing and refused to drink the wine, but said in a low voice: "Commander Meng... People treat me unkindly, and I don't need to be loyal. I tell you something, you can remember it, or you don't. It's my last thanks."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, "Oh?"
"Your Majesty has a secret disease, which will definitely recur every autumn. In previous years, when he had a relapse, he would go to the south to recuperate in the name of hunting. This year, it is impossible... I don't know how he will treat the disease..."
"Oh..." Meng Fuyao smiled, "It's really worrying, what kind of illness is it?"
"Then no one will know. I only know that when my Zhan family didn't win the throne, he didn't have this disease. It was after my father won the world..." Zhan Beiheng stopped talking, and held Meng Fuyao's hand, drinking Finish that glass of wine.
Immediately said: "... Finally, you came to see me off, I am very grateful to you."
Meng Fuyao looked down into his eyes, her eyes flashed, she wanted to take advantage of the moment of toasting to tell Zhan Beiheng the truth, and pissed him off, but seeing Zhan Beiheng's tearful expression at this moment, she felt that it was a matter of life. It's ok, why do it too much.
Let him go on the road with the last bit of self-conceited warmth in the world, and maybe he can be a good person in the next life.
She put away the cup, and retreated with a smile. The bamboo curtain opened and closed, slowly covering the young man's slender figure, and his delicate face flashed faintly in the thin horizontal shadows of the bamboo curtain.
All the background is blurred, only the raindrops pass by the bright eyes, the eyes are as clever as swallows and as sharp as goshawks, shining in the dark background of autumn drizzle, it looks very beautiful Kind of familiar.
Zhan Beiheng frowned, thinking.
On a night when the torches were raging, in the depths of the palace, the sneering eyes of a girl in front of the horse suddenly came into my mind.
those eyes... those eyes...
It's like a winter lake that suddenly cracks the ground, and a large pool of water gushes out under the hood, pouring a chill to the heart!
Zhan Beiheng suddenly jumped up, wearing heavy shackles.
He yelled, "You—"
"Crack!"
With a flash of saber light, the silver rainbow was pulled away in mid-air like a horse, and it fell down with a whistling sound!
The world turned cold in an instant.
The blood flew up to ten feet high, and sprayed on the four sides of the bamboo curtains, dripping and dragging, forming a picture, vertically like a mountain with wrinkles, horizontally like water accumulating in a sea.
With the pen of ghosts and gods, painting blood-colored mountains and rivers!