Meng Fuyao had just landed, turned over in mid-air and had already hugged An Mei, landed lightly and skillfully, looked up and looked around, it seemed to be a deserted palace, deserted and empty, although someone cleaned it, the utensils were rough, the yard and the There are some old barrels, brooms, and sundries piled up in the house. It can be seen that it has not been used for a long time, and it is a quiet place.
The imperial palace has always been the worst place to waste resources. You can find empty houses anywhere. Meng Fuyao looked at the dark charm in his arms, and heard the whistling and chasing sounds outside the courtyard wall. It is already impossible to rush out of the palace, why not take a rest here and wait for him to wake up before thinking of a way.
She dragged An Mei to the palace, when she passed a flower garden, An Mei suddenly woke up, turned her head to look at the flower garden, pushed Meng Fuyao away, struggled to get over, when she walked into the flower garden, her legs went limp, and she rolled straight Going in, he overwhelmed a large area of flowers in the flower garden, he reached out and picked something from the flowers, put it in his sleeve, Meng Fuyao followed and said: "I'll pick what you want, why do you have to go by yourself."
"The roots of the knotweed and the snow grass have to be uprooted, so you may not be able to pick them well." An Mei lay down on the ground in the flowerbed to pant, Meng Fuyao looked at the miserable flowerbed under him, and said thoughtfully : "I have a friend who loves flowers and plants the most. In winter, he will wear padded jackets for comfrey. Anyone who moves a finger in his flower garden will be chased and killed. If he sees your virtue, he will definitely want to kill you."
"You're talking about Zong Yue, right?" An Mei suddenly smiled lowly, "Does he have the ability to beat me to death?"
Meng Fuyao looked at him, said slowly: "It's hard to say." Then he went to help him, "Don't stay here, let's go in."
She helped Anmei into the room, and in just half a moment, all the blisters on Anmei's palms burst, and the skin festered, revealing bright red tender flesh, which was shocking. Heavily, Meng Fuyao turned his head to look at his back. It was a pity that he was still thinking about such a beautiful body at this time. He suddenly remembered that the arrow had obviously passed through Anmei's vest. Such an injury was fatal. Why did Anmei Although the trauma was severe, it didn't look like he was about to die
She leaned over to take a closer look, but An Mei blocked it with her hand, saying: "Just now the arrow just passed through my clothes, I know he has this hand, so he is naturally prepared."
Having said that, the fire was really burning on his back, no matter what, the burn was unavoidable, and the internal force carried by the arrow must have been damaged, right? Meng Fuyao desperately wanted to check An Mei's injuries, but An Mei backed away and said, "I'll do it myself."
Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "I have good medicine!"
An Mei ignored her and took out the medicine from her pocket.
Meng Fuyao was so angry that he laughed, and said: "Okay, okay, you don't need medicine, I'm busy."
She simply moved over a few empty barrels, blocked him, and said, "Block you, don't worry about me peeping." Angrily, she turned around, thinking that the killer has a lot of eccentricities, cut it, cover it up Mao, my old lady has already seen your whole body.
Master Yuan Bao slowly crawled out of her arms, squatted on her shoulders, looked back, watched, and suddenly patted Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao turned around, and saw that stubborn damn guy fainted again, with a bottle of ointment in his hand falling on the ground, Meng Fuyao sighed, and muttered: "Isn't it better to surrender early? Dead boy, what are you doing with you, King Meng? "
She picked up the jade bottle containing the ointment, put An Mei down, and unceremoniously tore open his vest clothes, his back was covered with blisters, and his skin was flushed, but fortunately, it was not as serious as his hands, and no ulcers appeared. Meng Fuyao tried I tried the ointment, it was cool and smooth, and I knew it was really the best medicine at a glance. It seems that the beauty's back has been well maintained, and it can still maintain its old appearance. Meng Fuyao carefully applied the medicine to him, but one side wrinkled Eyebrow—she remembered that the back was the first to catch fire, why the injury was not as serious as the palm
But now is not the time to think about it, Meng Sailang didn't even have time to admire his naked back - she heard passwords and chaotic footsteps outside the palace wall, someone was coming in this direction.
Meng Fuyao turned her eyes around and saw the Gong barrels piled up half the room in the dark room, and immediately dragged An Mei in without hesitation, during which An Mei seemed to wake up once, and said in a low voice: "Where to hide..." Meng Fuyao Fuyao replied: "The Maokeng". An Mei seemed to be shaken, Meng Fuyao waited for him to struggle but there was no movement, looked back and fell asleep again.
"It's so cute..." Meng Fuyao sighed, "It's much better than that girl Zongyue. If he were here, he would definitely slap me to death before committing suicide."
After she dragged Anmei to hide in the Gong barrel, she carefully stacked the Gong barrel to prevent the thing from pressing on the wound on An Mei's back. Just as she was covering her figure, she heard the sound of the door being knocked open, and a group of people rushed in. After entering, the first person shouted: "Search, after the palace search, the assassin probably hasn't escaped yet!"
The guards responded with a bang, and then the sound of footsteps dispersed, and the team searched in each room. The light of the torch moved quickly on the ground, shining over and over again on the brooms and dustpans.
Someone said: "Look in the east room." Three or four people rushed into the room quickly, and the rest stood waiting at the steps. Confirming if anyone is there, Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at it, knowing that today would be a difficult day, quietly pulled out Shi Tian with one hand, and held An Mei with the other hand.
They hid in the innermost corner of the room, where the most barrels were piled up to the corner, and there was no room to stand. The guards with guns checked one by one and found nothing, so they wanted to come in. One of them suddenly laughed Said: "Where can I stand down inside? One is enough."
The others also stopped, and said with a smile: "Then you go and smell more."
The man laughed and scolded: "You son of a dead monkey, you're acting good when you get a cheap price." Then he heard the sound of footsteps, and the man came over.
Meng Fuyao silently raised the dagger in his hand.
The man stabbed the Gong bucket one by one, and the Gong bucket on top of his head shook slightly and was on the verge of falling. Meng Fuyao raised her head with a frown, a little afraid that the overhead Gong bucket would fall and hit An Mei's wound, so she quietly stretched out her hand to block the top of his head.
A gun suddenly came in!
Straight to the heart of the dark charm!
The tip of the spear is sharp and sharp, the cold light is flickering, and the yellowish light from the torch in the distance is so bright that it is menacing.
Meng Fuyao wanted to kill the sky in an instant!
An Mei suddenly opened her eyes!
When he opened his eyes, his eyes were brighter than the tip of the spear, shining in the darkness like a leopard hunting in the jungle, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he firmly caught Meng Fuyao's hand that was about to come out.
Then he raised his head and suddenly raised a finger.
In the darkness, in the crevice of the barrel, An Mei, who had just woken up from a serious injury, raised her finger at the spear that was about to pierce his chest.
The tip of the gun stopped for an instant.
The bright snowy Fengrui was only an inch away from Anmei, and he stopped abruptly. The half-bowed and stabbing guard turned his back to the crowd and changed his gaze, and then he grabbed it.
He turned back while twitching, and smiled at his companions waiting for him: "Mother! Nothing!"
Everyone sighed, and the guards outside said: "His Royal Highness the Prince Regent is staying up in the palace, at least brothers should do their best. Since there is no one here, let's go to Hanyingxuan next door."
The guard dragged his gun and walked back, cursing and saying: "It smells so strong in here, it's a waste of my effort." Suddenly he leaned over, stood up at a slant, and cursed: "Damn rat!"
Everyone had already gone out at this time, he rubbed his toes on the ground, and rushed out, the light of the torch drifted across the bluestone ground, gradually closed and disappeared outside the palace gate, with a sound of "squeak", the palace gate closed, and the darkness Advent.
Meng Fuyao sank into the darkness, silently letting out a sigh of relief.
She herself is not afraid of rushing in and out of this palace. Although the shocking arrow is a bit scary, she should still be able to escape, but now that Anmei is seriously injured, it is almost impossible to bring the wounded into the palace under the eyes of the regent. Impossible, alas, this troublesome guy.
She shirked her responsibilities without conscience. In fact, she hadn't thought that it wasn't her who was really implicated...
The voice of the people gradually faded away, the palace is vast, and probably won't come back in a short time, Meng Fuyao calmed down and put away the dagger, feeling that An Mei's hand holding her wrist was wet again, and quickly pulled him away gently hand, said: "You relax, it's okay."
Then asked: "Do you have internal support in the palace?"
An Mei glanced at her, and there was a sarcasm in her eyes: "You idiot, didn't you arrange for me to enter some palace?" Seeing Meng Fuyao resentfully, she muttered: "I just came in because I didn't know what to do?" De Anmei gave another counterattack of "That's your luck."
Meng Fuyao was too lazy to fight eyes with a wounded person, not to mention that the two of them were in the middle of piles of barrels, it was really not a good place to chat, and besides Anmei's clothes were disheveled - all the clothes on his back were gone, so he could barely use them. Covered by the front clothes, the smooth and graceful shoulders are exposed. The intact skin shines in the dark, and the muscles and bones are as beautiful as works of art. Crowding in the narrow darkness with such a half-naked man, the lustful Meng Fuyao Uncomfortable, he pushed the barrel away and got up, and said, "Let me see what good things you left in your stomach."
When she stood up, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, subconsciously turned her head to look at An Mei, but An Mei hid herself behind the Gong barrel, she couldn't see anything unusual, Meng Fuyao desperately thought about what happened in the flash of her own light just now, but why? Then it disappeared completely in a blink of an eye. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't give up. I went to the corner where the guards had rubbed their toes before, and found a small cloth bag in the gap of a Gong barrel. I took it back and handed it to An Mei, and opened it. Let's take a look, there is a waist card, a general layout map of the palace, a map of patrol routes and changing times and password instructions, and a note with patterns that she can't understand, probably a code for secret contact.
Meng Fuyao sighed: "Oh...why don't you keep some food, it's useless to keep all these things."
Master Yuan Bao, who was flat on one side, stroked his belly, expressing his deep approval.
An Mei put away the cloth bag, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath for a while, and said, "Can we move these barrels away?"
Meng Fuyao kicked Mr. Yuan Bao with his toe: "Hey, mouse, I remember you once rolled a stool for your master to sit on. It was fast and good. The stool and the Gong bucket are actually similar. Can you please roll?"
Master Yuan Bao kicked An Mei with the tip of his claws: "Zhi zhi zhi zhi..."
An Mei looked at this pair of unscrupulous masters and pets, and simply stopped talking, and leaned on a pail and half-lyed on the floor, Meng Fuyao smiled and praised: "Okay, easy-going baby! It's so much better than some people! "Come closer and ask him: "You know Zong Yue, and you are here to save him?"
An Mei half-closed her eyes, and said after a long while: "I advise you not to be too troublesome, the more it is not so easy to save the sect."
Meng Fuyao was weeping, and said quietly: "Actually, why would I want to save that Mongolian doctor? That man is bad, venomous, tricky, and obsessed with cleanliness. Everyone in the world is dirty, but he is as clean as snow. He is so clean all day long. The air has to be washed three times, and whoever stays next to him will feel like a pig rolling in a mud puddle, and I am not a masochist, and I want to drag such a person by my side to seek abuse."
Anmei raised her eyes and glanced at her, her glass-like eyes turned on her face, and said: "But your behavior seems to be looking for abuse."
Meng Fuyao was furious, and grinded his teeth for a while and said: "You are completely different from him in everything, but his most vicious one is very similar, born with thorns in your tongue and poisonous teeth."
An Mei stopped talking, changed the subject for a while, and said, "Not only is it more difficult to save the sect, but under Xuanyuan Cheng's nose, it is difficult to do anything."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, knowing that Xuanyuan Sheng would probably be much more difficult to deal with than Zhan Nancheng, who was not very talented and suspicious, and also stronger than De Wang, who also came from the family with the surname bestowed by Long Zhongchen. There is also the eldest grandson Wuji, who has a dark belly and the deepest number one in the world, and has been firmly suppressing him all the time. Xuanyuanmin, who is above Xuanyuancheng, has never heard of any great achievements.
Xuanyuan Sheng had single-handedly dominated the succession of the throne during the coup d'état back then. He had the heir to the throne, Prince Wen Yi, seize the throne and bestow it on him to death. The prince died suddenly, and he chose a sick and weak child from a distant branch in the clan to help the god to the throne. Since then, the regent king's image will last forever, and he will be a real emperor for thousands of years.
If it is said that this is still the usual tactic of politicians, then Zong Yue, Zong Yue's life experience, and the underground forces he has painstakingly managed with the power of a medical saint for many years, show that he has never given up on regaining the throne, but so far he has not given up. Success, and even being taken captive—Meng Fuyao knows Zong Yue's ability, and he is definitely not easy to get along with, so from another perspective, the role of Xuanyuan Cheng is indeed a role.
When he made a move tonight, he almost took his own life. Although he was careless, it was obvious that this elegant prince acted cruelly.
"No matter how difficult it is!" Meng Fuyao was born with a temperament that likes to face difficulties, and said ruthlessly, "If he dares to touch Zong Yue with a finger, I will kill him!"
Anmei raised her eyes and glanced at her. Before she could express any emotion, she heard the shameless voice: "Zong Yue is dead, where can I find expensive medicines that don't cost money? Zong Yue is dead, my dentures If I fall, who can replace me?"
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Master Yuanbao who is squatting on one side is holding his forehead... Poor Mongolian doctor, Ganqing is just a medicine box and a dentist...
An Mei was silent, turned over for a long time, turned his back to this shameless sleeping man, Meng Fuyao lay down far away from him, and wanted to take a rest, but for a long time he heard An Mei's heavy breathing in the darkness, deep and shallow, and endured it. I couldn't help getting up and touching his forehead, thinking that burns are the most susceptible to infection, and went to see his wounds, but those ointments were really good, and a layer of fine white foam formed on the surface of the skin as soon as they were applied, which seemed to be not a big problem , but Anmei's face was slightly red, her breathing was unstable, and she seemed to have a fever.
For people with burns, heat and poison attack internally, deficiency of Qi and blood, thirst, fever, irritability, insomnia, delirium are all possible. Meng Fuyao looked at the wet bluestone ground in embarrassment, thinking that this early winter weather, this corner of the palace room There is no sunshine all year round, and the air is very cold underground. It is really bad for a wounded patient to sleep on the ground. What if the infection is even worse, after thinking about it, I got up and started to dismantle the barrels. Remove the hoops, disassemble the wooden boards, choose flat wooden blocks, gently fetch water from the well and carefully scrub them, and then put them together one by one, straighten the iron hoops to connect them, use internal force to penetrate the iron wires through the wooden boards, and string them together. After a busy hour, a "Gong Tub Bed" first took shape, Meng Fuyao took off his jacket again, spread it on the bed, and carefully moved Anmei onto the bed.
As soon as she moved his body, Anmei woke up, 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 said with a smile, "I'll make a bed for you to sleep in."
An Mei stared at her busy red face, her eyes flickered, her eyes softened a little, she dragged Meng Fuyao with her hand, and said: "...you also rest."
Christine barrel bed... I don't want to sleep! Meng Fuyao complained, but he didn't dare to break free from the dark charm that his sanity was not clear - the burns on his hands were already festering, if a piece of skin was torn off by himself... Meng Fuyao shuddered, and could only obediently say: "Okay." Stiff She climbed onto the bed and fell asleep beside him stiffly.
An Mei pulled her to her side again, and said, "Take off a robe... isn't it cold?"
Meng Fuyao hugged his shoulders and said firmly: "I am a strong person."
Before she finished speaking, she had an extra piece of clothing on her body, and upon closer inspection it was half of it—An Mei was sleeping on her stomach, putting the remaining half of the clothing that protected her chest on her shoulders, and Meng Fuyao was holding on to the half of the clothing in a daze. , to be honest, it really can't keep warm, but for some reason, holding the half piece of flexible black clothes, the smooth and heavy touch in the palm seems to spread to the bottom of my heart instantly, the silk and satin are cool, slippery as Yuyu seems to swim away inadvertently, but his heart is gentle and soft, jumping calmly, with a kind of peace that never changed before the collapse of Mount Tai.
The night wind knocked on the window, and the dark room was silent. The man and woman lying together on the "Gong Tong" bed sat and slept in the dim light of torches and palace lanterns coming through the window in the distance, facing each other quietly. Crooked body, the sleeping one gently pulled her down, covered half of her body with the fallen clothes, and leaned against her again, the two covered half of the clothes together, and fell into a deep sleep.
Meng Fuyao squinted for a while.
In the dream, Lord Yuan Bao paced back and forth in front of her, playing with the mask by the light and shadow of the candle, Meng Fuyao was dazzled by the light and shadow, waved his hand impatiently, and scolded: "Rat, you are so annoying."
This scolding also woke him up, seeing that the sky was already slightly bright, Meng Fuyao got up, An Mei was still asleep, Meng Fuyao looked at his chapped lips, knowing that people with burns and fever are most likely to be thirsty, so they went to beat him Water came to feed him, and she supported An Mei's upper body on her lap, and saw that although he was seriously injured and weak, his lips were still as bright as fire, and the clear water dripped from his lips, like dewdrops hovering over a rose, becoming more and more gorgeous, Meng Meng Fuyao stared blankly, couldn't help stretching out her finger, and wiped lightly on his lips.
This touch didn't wipe off the rouge and other things she imagined, her fingers were clean, Meng Fuyao smiled and shook her head - all the men in the world are actors like Master Rabbit who like to make up.
Her fingers brushed the corner of An Mei's lips, she paused, and just about to flick her fingertips, someone grabbed her wrist suddenly.
An Mei woke up again, leaning on her lap and watching her quietly, her glazed eyes looked a bit illusory, Meng Fuyao felt guilty and wanted to withdraw her hand, but An Mei didn't let go, grabbed her hand She looked at the bright light carefully, as if wanting to appreciate the beauty of the outline and the whiteness of her fingers, she looked at it in a daze, then suddenly sent her fingertips to her mouth and bit them lightly.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly withdrew her hands with an "ah" and was furious: "What are you biting?"
An Mei turned his face sideways, his eyes looked like a silver lake shrouded in mist in the morning light, deep and vast, flashing golden light of the sun and silver light of the moon, a myriad of colors, From Meng Fuyao's point of view, one can also see the straight nose and sharp-edged lips, shining like a rose, the bright and wild beauty of a foreign race, like a most beautiful painting highlighted in the white mist, so beautiful Heart-pounding.
Talking is also heart-pounding - angry heartbeat.
He said lightly, "If you touch me, you will bite me."
Meng Fuyao was speechless, shook his hands violently for a while, stood up with big strides and walked out.
The man behind closed his eyes and asked her, "Where are you going?"
Meng Fuyao answered angrily: "Since you can bite people, you can probably protect yourself. I'll go find some food and salt and come right away."
The person behind him didn't speak, Meng Fuyao walked a few steps but was worried, turned back and left Master Yuanbao behind, stroked its head and taught him some security knowledge, and then used Gong bucket to block the surroundings tightly before leaving, while walking While secretly scolding herself for being a hard worker, this guy is so worthless, she still remembers to give him nutrition and body fluids, what a cheap bone.
Meng Jiangu went out to look for food with the layout map of the imperial palace. From the layout map, it can be seen that there is a big kitchen for eunuchs and maids nearby. She escaped the guards and slipped smoothly all the way to the big kitchen, passing through a bamboo forest. From time to time, I vaguely smelled a strange smell, but didn't dare to stop to see what it was, and went straight to the destination.
It is still early, there is no one in the big kitchen, there are some snacks in the closet, although they are not delicate, but they can barely satisfy the hunger, Meng Fuyao took a piece of each, and stacked it as it was, so as not to be discovered, and then quickly Steal some salt and white sugar, and use the salt to make light salt water to supplement Anmei’s body fluids. White sugar is her traditional remedy for scalds in modern times—a piece of tofu, one or two white sugar, stir and apply to the affected area, which can relieve pain immediately, although An Mei didn't hum, but Meng Fuyao knew that the pain of burns was inhuman, so what if she couldn't bear to hum? Wouldn't it expose her? Of course, King Meng will never admit it, in fact, she just loves her habitually...
Holding these things, King Meng thought again, I heard that burn patients have trouble urinating? It seems that the dark charm hasn't peeed yet? Could it be that you are holding back? Her mother-in-law was squatting on the ground, and began to worry about other people's booing problems. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Hey, it would be great if there were some rhubarb and borneol. It can clear away heat and detoxify.
After thinking for a while, he decided to go to the Imperial Medical Office to look for medicine. He saw a jar under the eight-treasure rack in front of him, with tofu written on it, and he was overjoyed. No wonder he couldn't find it after searching around. I went to move it, but it didn't move.
Is there a jar in the world that Meng Fuyao can't move
Meng Fuyao was furious, and she pulled the jar vigorously, and she pulled the jar over, and something behind the jar was also pulled into her arms.
The noble and rich scent of powder, the slender waist with the warm fragrance of nephrite jade, and the long-drawn-out excited humming.
With a bang in Meng Fuyao's head, she instinctively wanted to kick it away, but suddenly realized that because she pulled out the carrot too hard, the whole eight-treasure stand began to shake. She quickly stretched out her hand to support the shelf, used one hand to catch a certain bottle that fell, one leg to support a certain jar that was about to hit her head, and one toe to kick a pepper bottle that was about to spill on her nose...
When a person's hands and feet are used for other things, the ownership of her body is basically someone else's.
"Others" beamed brightly, smiling coquettishly, riding on Meng Fuyao's body with their heads up, very proud of the ownership of Meng Fuyao's body that he had seized in time, ignoring the bottles and jars that were about to be smashed down, and holding up the orchid finger Sing softly: "Long live... Do you like the concubine's 'sitting on the ground to grow lotus' style?"
Meng Fuyao supported the box with his left hand, grabbed the bottle with his right hand, pushed the jar with his left leg, kicked the chili bottle with his right leg, and answered breathlessly: "I don't like it! I like the old man's cart style!"
"Oh, is there a new trick?" The beauty clasped her hands together, propped her chin on Meng Fuyao's chest in an innocent and innocent gesture, and her fingers still circled Meng Fuyao's chest: "What kind of posture is it?"
Meng Fuyao viciously smashed the bottles and jars on her hands and legs all over the girl's head: "This way!"
Damn, hold on to my mother's chest. My mother, an underage girl at the developmental period, finally grows 34B. If you press her down to 32A, will I still survive
The bottles and jars were smashed down, and the beauty flicked her sleeves, and took them all with ease. She still sat on Meng Fuyao's body, put those vegetable jars, vinegar bottles, and chili jars on Meng Fuyao's chest, and continued the topic just now, "How does the old man push?" Where's the car?"
Meng Fuyao was furious.
It's really good to be ridden by others. I don't dare to fight and quarrel here arrogantly. You have become more serious. I can't say it. Anyway, you discovered it. I will arrest you and serve me!
She bared her teeth and grinned, stretched out her hand to grab the beauty's throat, and said ferociously: "Two ways, follow me, be killed by me, choose yourself."
The corner of the beauty's lips twitched, Meng Fuyao let go of her hands, and heard him say: "Why is it all dead ends?"
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and this time he was no longer ferocious, so he put him upright and said: "Come on, stop playing, see you twice in one night, this palace is too small, tell me, what are you going to do?" .”
Xuanyuan Minmei looked at her with a smile, and said, "What are you going to do? Go to the Imperial Medical Office? Do you think Xuanyuan Sheng is a pig? He guessed that you haven't gone out yet, and also that you are looking for food and medicine. You have already been in the Imperial Medical Office and all the kitchens. There are heavy soldiers deployed, this kitchen is the most inferior kitchen because it is located in the West Sixth Palace, it was just forgotten by the leader of the Imperial Forest Army, once you remember it, you still can't escape."
He laughed again and said, "Our regent's method is very gentle. The assassin caught yesterday didn't shed a drop of blood, and he was steamed directly in the steamer." He pointed to the direction of the bamboo forest before, "Smell No? Does it taste special? It’s not steamed every day, but one steamed a day, and the place is changed in turn, probably tomorrow it will be steamed to the cold.” He glanced at Meng Fuyao, “You must be fresh and tender after steaming…”
Meng Fuyao was startled, and only then did he understand what the sour smell was. He couldn't help feeling sick, pinched his nose desperately, frowned and thought for a while, knowing that with Xuanyuan Cheng's meticulousness and ruthlessness, he would definitely kill him. The palace was searched again, and before An Mei's injury healed, he couldn't leave him behind and charge forward. It seemed that how to protect the two and one mouse under the heavy assassins of the Imperial Forest Army and Xuanyuan Cheng was really a problem.
"Then what are you running around here for? Singing an opera?" Meng Fuyao thought for a long time, feeling irritable, staring at Xuanyuanmin angrily. She wasn't worried that he was Xuanyuancheng's internal agent—would it be worth such a trouble? When she appeared with An Mei last night, it was enough for him to shout.
"Life is like a play, so why not sing?" Xuanyuanmin looked at her with a smile, and gently stroked her cheek with his nails painted with deep purple Kodan, "I'm still short of a queen..."
Meng Fuyao stood up abruptly, said: "I'm still short of a concubine!" kicked him away and walked out.
Xuanyuanmin propped his head on his elbow, lying on his side on the ground and watching her leave with a smile, suddenly flicked his finger, a wax ball hit Meng Fuyao's back heart, Meng Fuyao reached out to catch it, and heard him say: "When will you change your mind, Cui Fangzhai See you in the back garden."
Going back to your grandma, Meng Fuyao casually stuffed the wax pills into his sleeves, angrily walked around the guards and returned to the cold palace, carefully looked at the mark he had 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 look for the Gong bucket that had been set up earlier. When she saw it, her heart skipped a beat. The shape of the Gong bucket had changed. She held Shi Tian with her backhand, walked carefully step by step, and carefully searched the surroundings. The sound of breathing, the corners of his eyes flickering in the cracks of Gong's bucket - sure enough, there was no one.
Meng Fuyao's heart was pounding - where did Anmei go? Met a guard? Captured by Xuanyuan Sheng? Oops, I would have never left him if I knew it earlier... Then I thought of the sour smell, and couldn't help shaking.
Just about to run out to find An Mei, suddenly someone above her head said: "Come up."
As soon as Meng Fuyao raised his head, he saw An Mei sitting at the top of the pile of Gong buckets. There were toilets all over the front, back, left, and right. It was rare for him to sit with a straight posture, and the toilet felt like a throne.
Meng Fuyao felt relieved, and immediately became angry, and couldn't help complaining: "What are you doing up there, you scared me to death."
Anmei lazily leaned against the toilet wall, raised her chin and pointed to a narrow skylight above the house, said: "This location is higher than the courtyard gate, so you can see the movement of people passing by outside."
Meng Fuyao climbed up slowly, seeing that it was sure enough, he couldn't help but said happily: "Now we can predict the enemy before the opportunity, such a hidden window, fortunately you found it the first time you came here."
An Mei's eyes flashed, she smiled and said nothing, Meng Fuyao took out the pastry from her bosom, and her face turned dark when she saw it—all the pastry was squashed by Mr. Rabbit, yellow, yellow and green, shaped like Mr. Yuan Bao's excrement after diarrhoea. Is it eaten by people? This is what rats eat!
"Damn it, dead actor!" Meng Fuyao murmured, An Mei turned her head and asked, "What?"
Meng Fu shook her head, and said, "Padded your stomach first." She passed the pastry over, blinked her eyes, hoping to use An Mei's good appetite to revive her determination to eat these foods, An Mei looked at the really The ugly rotten pieces frowned slightly, but finally picked up a piece and ate it slowly.
Meng Fuyao burst into tears and rejoiced—God knows how ugly this thing was when it was suppressed. If Changsun Wuji and Kitano Zongyue's noble fellows would definitely starve to death and refuse to eat them, it's better to be a Jiang Hu person, really, easy going.
When the cakes were delivered to Mr. Yuanbao, the noble god mouse was even more indignant—its cakes were made of the finest rice grains, steamed and dried several times, and the palace chefs selected the most expensive ingredients and spent countless hours carefully crafting a treasured version Food, when did you eat this kind of servant snack? It was also crushed into the yellow-yellow-green-green excrement of Meng Fuyao after diarrhea? Is this what rats eat? This is more or less what people eat!
Really depressed... Since following Meng Fuyao, her status has also been lowered, her future has been bleak, and her quality of life has also declined...
It forgot again, a few days ago Meng Fuyao invited it to drink imperial wine and eat bear's paw and bird's nest upstairs...
After a long period of grief, complicated inner struggle and thought baptism... Mr. Yuan Bao finally stretched out his claws tremblingly, grabbed a piece of "suspected excrement", gritted his eyes, closed his claws and stomped it, and stuffed it into his mouth...
After they both finished eating, Meng Fuyao slowly took out the last cake that was in good shape after the catastrophe from his bosom, and ate it slowly. This super unscrupulous and despicable behavior aroused the anger of one person and one mouse. , so Master Yuan Bao rushed forward, I pinch, I pinch, I pinch pinch...
An Mei looked deeply at Meng Fuyao—this woman who never forgets the true joy of life in any dangerous and crisis environment, is as bright, cheerful, warm and calm as the sun!
She will be worried, but she will not sigh with tears; she will be nervous and reckless, but she will be more cautious next time; she has all the shortcomings, but she has the courage to face and correct them.
She is afraid of everything she should be afraid of and guarded against, and she does not relax because of her strength. However, while she is afraid, she also does not forget reasonable contempt—both bold and cautious, both unrestrained and wretched, and fighting every step of the way. without forgetting to relax oneself and other people's emotions calmly.
She is strong inside.
Sighing softly, An Mei suddenly felt a pain in his chest, he turned his head away, and fell silent in the sour smell that seemed to float from afar.
Meng Fuyao also smelled the smell, and she couldn't eat it almost immediately, but she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and quickly stuffed the cake into her mouth—there was a lot of danger, she was surrounded, and she was caught between two people and one mouse. The only strong labor force must maintain physical strength.
The two sat silently on the high toilet pile, and Meng Fuyao said for a while, "Do you know what this smell is?"
A confused smile floated in An Mei's eyes, and she said, "I know."
Meng Fuyao looked at him in astonishment, Anmei's pale profile didn't fluctuate in the morning light: "I've smelled this smell since I was very young, my wet nurse died like this."
Meng Fuyao looked at his calm expression, thought for a while and couldn't help asking: "That's your subordinate, I just heard that Xuanyuan Cheng will steam them to death one by one, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. On the corridor seen from this skylight."
"So what?" An Mei turned to look at her, "Are you telling me to rush out to die while I'm steaming them?"
Meng Fuyao was at a loss for words, she didn't know how to answer for a moment, Anmei was not wrong, he rushed out and gave his life for nothing, but she had long been used to the deep affection between Zhan Beiye and Heifengqi, and she had already forgotten, Wuzhou Among the subordinates of the mainland, it should have been An Mei and his subordinates.
She was a little dazed, and murmured: "I just think... I probably can't stand it..."
An Mei fell silent, he moved his body with difficulty, and fell asleep on the toilet bed behind the toilet, Meng Fuyao turned around and went over to change his dressing, her fingers moved lightly on the wounds that had improved, like butterflies. Meticulous and light, it is hard to imagine that Meng Fuyao, who acts so tough, is still gentle and careful when doing meticulous things.
The golden light of the morning light coated her side face, showing the transparent earlobes, the small and lovely hairs behind the ears, the graceful cheeklines, the plump and moist lips like pomegranate flowers, and the beautiful and elegant eyebrows flying above ordinary women—all of these They are all beautiful, but the most beautiful thing is the serious and concerned look in her eyes.
Anmei was lying on her stomach, looking at her with her head half turned. His eyes were dark, as if the night had suddenly fallen, and he looked at the day through the night, the light was so far away in the world.
The finger gestures on the back are as gentle as wearing flowers, or the stream of green grass flowing in the April sky in the world, which is clear and leisurely flows through the fingers, or the sound of the flute on the high-rise buildings in the countryside, passing through Guanshan to the In the ears of the confidant, the heart trembles from the feeling, the swaying, ironing, gentle, gestures like falling flowers, and the mood like flowers.
Such beauty, such inherent light, he suddenly remembered his own