Ya Lanzhu was sitting on the cornice of the east-span courtyard in the backyard of the Dahan Palace, drinking wine.
She had a quarrel with Zhan Beiye a few days ago, and she stopped following him in a rage, and went to play in Dahan by herself. On the way, she heard that His Majesty was visiting the border of Beidi with his mother, and went to the fief of Changhan with King Han. She also had I haven't seen Meng Fuyao for a long time, I miss him a little bit, and I don't want to part with Zhan Beiye, so I follow, but I'm a bit petty, I don't want to just show up in front of Zhan Beiye, so I stole the wine from the kitchen of Prince Han's mansion, He found a roof to lie down and drink, the palace guards could see her naturally, but Ji Yu and Yao Xun had already ordered that the gate of Prince Han's mansion would always be open to this Princess Ya, so there was no need to let her go.
Ya Lanzhu was leaning against the corner of the eaves, with a pile of wine jars piled up beside her. She had a mediocre capacity for alcohol, but she deliberately stole "Day and Night Drunk". It is said that this kind of wine is the strongest. Not to mention the three bowls tonight, I drank all the three jars, and she was just a little drunk. She picked up the wine jar in wonder, smelled it, shook it, and finally hiccupped heavily, sighing: "This princess can drink... Uh... It's getting better and better..."
She didn't know that since Yao Xun received the news that those couples came together, he immediately ordered to replace all the wine in the palace with the warm "Pear Blossom White". A Meng Fuyao, a tough three of them, there is an infinite possibility of unforeseen and abnormal accidents happening within a three-mile radius around them. He has taken great pains to manage this palace, and every plant and every tree is worth a thousand gold. What should we do if the three alcoholic lunatics used alcohol to cause trouble and sabotage? What should I do if I hit a child Yuanbao? Even if you can't hit Lord Yuanbao, it's not good to hit flowers and plants.
Yao Xun, a natural profiteer, has won the essence of making money from today's fake wine merchants thousands of years ago. Therefore, just like Erguotou in a Moutai bottle, Princess Ya stole the "Pear Blossom" from the jar of "Zhao Xi Drunk". white"…
It's a pity that Li Huabai would get drunk if he drank too much. Ya Lanzhu's eyes were already straight, and she held her hot face and thought, Zhan Beiye is really not a thing. Isn't it because his underwear is all wet and he is afraid that he will catch a cold, so I want to take it off for him What are you doing, when did Princess Ya do such a job of serving people? He is fine, she condescends, but he still raises his eyebrows and grumbles... If it were Meng Fuyao, wouldn't the boss be inciting him? This should be replaced by Meng Fuyao... No... This should be replaced by Meng Fuyao, he will not raise his eyebrows at all, maybe he will still wish for it
Ya Lanzhu was stunned for a while, feeling a little sad, but she immediately slapped herself, grabbed a jug of wine and drank it down fiercely, as if she wanted to use a large amount of wine for the thoughts just now The liquid was poured back into her stomach, she wiped her mouth after drinking, and muttered, "Yalanzhu, Yalanzhu, you have something to do, okay, you've already drank other people's wine, do you want to eat other people's jealousy?"
She staggered and squinted at the moon in the sky. She felt that the moon looked good, much better than Zhan Beiye's often dark face. Lazy, busy and quiet..." Suddenly, he felt too sour, and couldn't match that bastard, and remembered the poem Meng Fuyao recited last time when he was drinking was very good, much better than this, so he patted his knees and chanted:
"Last night, heavy snow fell on a big tree. I drank alone and passed out on the road. I lost all my clothes and hats. I really regretted it. I drank old vinegar for Yi. I searched for me thousands of times in the crowd. I suddenly realized that everyone is the same, and they are all poor households!"
The next group of guards happened to be patrolling past, and they all staggered...
Master Yuan Bao happened to pass by under the courtyard wall—it was originally sleeping in Meng Fuyao’s room, waiting for her with its jade body lying on its back. It was not allowed to drink, but after last night, Changsun Wuji also drank a little too much, so Mr. Yuan Bao got into every empty wine jar, and the residual wine there was enough for it to drink, especially Zhan Emperor, who didn't drink finely, Yuan Bao My lord drilled three wine jars, and his stomach bulged like a Himalaya mountain.
It tried to urinate in the flower bed, but felt that the flower bed that had been fertilized with flowers was not clean, so it simply ran around to inspect the decoration of Hanwang Mansion. The guards had already been taken care of, and if they saw a fat ball rolling past, don’t When the mouse hits, just ignore it.
Master Yuan Bao finished draining the water somewhere, and suddenly heard "Good Poetry" above his head, and immediately ran up, spreading his four paws and sleeping beside Ya Lanzhu, Ya Lanzhu saw the big white ball with a little red cape on his side Immediately he giggled and said, "Yuan Bao, it's best for you to accompany me."
Master Yuan Bao grinned, staring at an unfinished wine jar, and said to himself, sir, I just like to fall asleep under the smell of alcohol.
One person and one mouse were lying in exactly the same posture. Ya Lanzhu looked at the moon in the sky, sighed for a long time, and said, "It's so far... so far..."
Master Yuan Bao glanced at her, thinking of puns, puns...
Then it crawled into a wine jar to fiddle with, suddenly sniffed and pricked up its ears, Ya Lanzhu also heard the strange sound at this time, got up and looked into the distance.
She saw a figure, stumbling towards him from a distance, that person seemed to be seriously injured, walking with difficulty, the moonlight shone coldly, and he could vaguely see that his body was covered with blood.
He came in the direction of Dahan Palace, two alleys away, but further away, there was a whole team of men in gray chasing him, and the team seemed to be desperately trying to prevent this man from rushing to Dahan Palace, the most A man in front bent his bow and set an arrow, and shot at the man in front of him from afar.
Uh...in broad daylight...in the light of day...under the eyes of my righteous Princess Ya...recklessly killing people
Um
snort!
Ya Lanzhu jumped up, immediately grabbed two wine jars, waved them left and right, and killed them.
She stepped onto the wall of the nearest alley, raised her hand in mid-air, and swung a wine jar out to meet the flying arrow. When she threw it out, she saw a white light flash from the corner of her eye and felt that something was wrong. Master Yuan Bao, and then looked at a certain ball in the wine jar that flew out. Its four claws stretched its white hair and its eyeballs were big and black and round...
Ya Lanzhu screamed and rushed out, but the wine jar had already hit the arrow point, Ya Lanzhu screamed again and closed her eyes, very afraid to see the bloody rat meat skewers, but she heard a man roar.
Ya Lanzhu opened her eyes, and saw the wine jar shattered and the flying arrows crashed down, and Master Yuan Bao, who stepped on the flying arrows with claws and flew away, made a beautiful leap of 360 degrees, kicking on her front legs, and kicking on the arching arrow with one foot. man's eyes...
It kicked people's eyeballs out...
The man let out a roar of pain, swung his knife and slashed, Master Yuan Bao dodged left and right under his knife, darted around nimbly, and was almost cut several times, Ya Lanzhu was terrified, and rushed forward With a wave of her hand, another wine jar smashed viciously at her, and the group of men in gray immediately swarmed over and surrounded her, the swords in their hands gleamed coldly.
At first, the man looked up at the majestic King Han Mansion not far away, hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Quick battle!"
Ya Lanzhu chuckled, pulled out the colored machete behind her with a swipe, and said with a swipe of the knife, "Come on, grandma hasn't fought for a long time, her hands are itchy!"
Yuan Bao slid back onto her shoulders with a chirp, his claws clasped together in a majestic karate pose.
The men in gray surrounded him, and when the Yalanzhu scimitar lit up, a colorful arc of light forced one person back. In her busy schedule, she turned her head and glanced at the dying victim. Half of his face was covered, even so Ya Lanzhu remembered who he was at the second glance.
She said in surprise, "It's you—"
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When Yalanzhu and Master Yuanbao were drinking on the eaves, King Meng was still sleeping.
She was dreaming, dreaming that she was feeding her mother ginseng soup in a lofty hall, the hall was very quiet, filled with clouds, only the sound of spoons and porcelain bowls colliding, she smiled at her mother, and her mother was also laughing, laughing and laughing Ah laughing, suddenly the door of the temple was knocked open, and then a huge rock suddenly came in and pressed on her.
crashed in...
Meng Fuyao opened his eyes... had a nightmare? Dreamed of being overwhelmed by ghosts? Why does it seem that the feeling of a heavy object in the dream is still there, and I don't know where the extremely cold wind is blowing
Immediately, she smelled the smell of alcohol and heard the breathing of someone on her body.
She raised her eyes slowly, looked at the figure and clothes of the man, and raised her eyebrows.
So who... so who... that damned Zhan Beiye, who wanted to die, used her King Meng as a meat pad, and just fell asleep like this
Meng Fuyao immediately stretched out his claws and pushed hard, but Zhan Beiye suddenly turned over, not only did not fall, but he was facing her and hugged her tightly.
Meng Fuyao frowned, raised her knees and wanted to push him down, one push, but not move, two pushes, this time with strength, the man groaned, but still did not move.
Meng Fu shook the black line and cursed: "Zhan Beiye, you've been fed too much yellow soup, you've lost consciousness! How dare you break into my boudoir at night!"
The man on the body suddenly opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, the divine light flickered in his eyes, the black eyes opened so close in front of him, the blackness like the iron wood abyss that belonged to him immediately became like a vortex with huge magical power, that Pan Wuguang wanted to pull her in deeply, Meng Fuyao was stared blankly by such gaze, felt as if his heart was also hit by that gaze, and unexpectedly felt a faint pain.
The guy said in a deep voice, "This is my room."
"Uh..." Meng Fuyao was stunned, and only after looking around did he realize that, judging from the layout, it really doesn't look like a master bedroom but looks like a guest's bedroom. Could it be that he was the one who made the mistake, but himself
"That's right, just let me let you." Meng Fuyao immediately pushed him, Zhan Beiye didn't move, she used as much strength as she could to resist him, no less but never more, lazy Said: "I drink too much, I don't want to move after I fall asleep."
He didn't move, leaning his elbows on the side of the bed, leaning on Meng Fuyao's shoulder, carefully smelling her natural breath with slight fragrance, this breath was soft and mellow, like the wine tonight, as thin and soft as pear blossoms Faint, I didn't feel it at the beginning, but after a long time, I felt the fragrant rhyme, like a pure white petal, sliding over the tip of the nose, passing by quietly and disappearing in the wind, but people can smell it for a long time A fragrance that goes deep into the heart.
This fragrance is scattered and overflowing, attracting people to chase, but it is far away in the wind, untouchable.
Zhan Beiye closed his eyes and took a deep breath... He didn't have too many thoughts, he just wanted to quietly immerse himself in her breath and atmosphere. In this life, he was rich in the world, but he may not have many opportunities and time to have such a close relationship with her. moment.
He didn't want to be strong on her, didn't want to go against her will, so let him silently absorb the air mixed with moonlight, starlight and her breath at this moment, and slowly make it a memory during the days when we get together less and leave more.
Meng Fuyao suddenly sighed, and said in a low voice: "Poor bed..."
Then she punches!
A punch smashed the bed board under him!
With a bang, the bed board broke from it, and the whole bed collapsed, leaving a triangular gap. Meng Fuyao took the time to roll, rolled out of the gap, and kicked the quilt that had fallen to the ground onto Zhan Beiye.
She was wearing obscene clothes, standing barefoot on the ground, glaring at Zhan Beiye, grabbed her robe and wanted to leave, but Zhan Beiye said: "Wait!"
Meng Fuyao ignored him, strode forward with his head held high, Zhan Beiye waved off the quilt and got up, Meng Fuyao immediately jumped out vigilantly, but Zhan Beiye stretched out his hand to grab him, and then he bent slightly towards the ground.
Meng Fuyao frowned, and said hastily: "Zhan Beiye, please don't force me to be a shrew and swear at the street. If it gets to that extent, everyone will look bad. After all, everyone is a smart person—"
She suddenly froze again.
The open door let in a faint moonlight, showing Zhan Beiye's standing figure and a pair of shoes in his hand.
Meng Fuyao's shoes.
Zhan Beiye carried it, shook it at her, and then half-knelt down.
He half-kneeled, gently lifted her feet to put on her shoes, and said, "You run as much as you want, and you don't wear shoes in the winter, and you want to catch the cold so that my conscience will be disturbed?"
The moonlight was cool, and a semi-curved cold light was spread at the door of the room. In the circle of cold light, Emperor Dahan was half-kneeling. He didn't think that he was condescending, nor did he think that he was out of line. Concentrating on putting on shoes for his beloved woman, his palms are not delicate. They have been honed by years of sword training and desert wind and sand, and they touch her delicate and tight skin on the instep, hot and deeply grinding her sensitivity as a warrior. The sense of touch, and her cool delicate skin and delicate ankles are held in his palm, but they are also like nephrite jade, which makes his heart tremble like that.
Shocked, Meng Fuyao felt that the scorching fingers were trembling suddenly, which made people panic, and hurriedly shrank his feet, and was afraid that he would wait for him to put on another shoe, so he lifted the shoe with his toe, and hurriedly put on one foot. Jumped out, but saw that Emperor Dahan kept that posture still, looking over with his head slightly drooping, his ears were also slightly red.
When Zhan Beiye put on her shoes, he really didn't think about anything. He is the king of a country, but he never takes it as the capital to be condescending in front of her. He met her at the most difficult time. She went through troubles with him, half of the vast world can be regarded as hers, and she saved him more than once. In front of such a woman, no emperor is ashamed to show off the majesty of the emperor. He is really just innocent, afraid She just caught a cold.
However, every time he touched her skin, he couldn't control it...
Emperor Dahan knelt down, took a deep breath, and pressed his hands on the cold ground, suppressing the turbulent blood that was ready to move, and he slowly stood up after a long while.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly put on his outer robe, really didn't know what to say, covered his face with his sleeve and said: "I'm leaving."
As soon as she turned around, she heard a scratching sound.
There was a strange scratching sound, like an animal scratching the wall, and then a white shadow flashed on the opposite wall, and Lord Yuan Bao with fluttering white hair appeared, waving his claws and shouting: "Squeak! Squeak!"
Meng Fuyao laughed and said, "What is this girl crazy about?" Suddenly she frowned, and suddenly found that Lord Yuan Bao had red marks on her white hair.
Blood
Meng Fuyao rushed to the top of the wall, and there were figures flashing around him, but it was Zhan Beiye and Changsun Wuji. Changsun Wuji picked up Master Yuanbao with a single hand. His Royal Highness, who has always been neatly dressed and pays great attention to demeanor, is not dressed neatly today, with a loose neckline, revealing a straight and delicate collarbone and a little smooth chest skin. There is a sexy charm in the laziness. Meng Fuyao's face turned red, and she hastily turned her gaze away.
Changsun Wuji glanced at her, then at Zhan Beiye, and after listening to Lord Yuan Bao's chirping words, Meng Fuyao had already jumped up to the wall, saying, "The mouse is injured? Huh? The mouse is injured!"
The last sentence was full of murderous intent, Master Yuan Bao struggled desperately in the palm of his grandson Wuji and pointed outward, the three of them turned around and saw a vaguely colorful figure fighting bloody battle a few alleys away, surrounded by a large group of men in gray clothes Looking at her, he was consciously pushing her further and further away from Hanwang's mansion.
You can tell from the shape of the small machete that it is Yalanzhu.
"It's the other way around!" It was the ferocious Prince Han who yelled, "I didn't go out to kill rabbits, but someone was so bold as to kill my rabbits!"
Before she finished yelling, Zhan Beiye had already rushed out to rescue Ya Rabbit, his guards and the guards of the royal residence were startled, Meng Fuyao stood on the wall with his hips on his hips, pointed in that direction brazenly, and said, "Go! Catch me!" The living leader, all the rest will be trampled to death!"
There should be a boom below, the main entrance, side door and back door of Hanwang Mansion opened in an instant, and the guards of the brigade rushed out of the palace like black quicksand, rushing to that direction, the sound of rapid horseshoes and heavy leather boots knocking on the street. The sound pierced the night and disturbed the entire silent town.
The light of the torches shined one after another, illuminating the county towns around Hanwang Mansion. Those gray-clothed men found that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but a black shadow flashed, and a man rushed towards the angry dragon. Ya Lanzhu, who was slightly injured under the siege, raised her hand and crushed a person to death.
Just for a moment, the well-trained Da Han Wangjun and guards had already blocked all the nearby passages, surrounded the men in gray clothes, and the torches were shining brightly, illuminating the desperate faces of the men in gray clothes, and illuminating the faces of the people in the alley. Blood stained the eyes of the man leaning against the wall.
He lifted up his torn sleeves, and in the flashing flames, he saw the figure of Emperor Dahan passing by like a dragon, he saw Dahan's iron horse riding towards him like the wind, and he saw the handsome young man in black in the flames, surrounded by countless people. He came striding forward with a straight body and murderous look in his eyes.
When he saw the boy, he blinked his eyes covered by his sleeves, and two thin tears flowed down slowly along the blood on his face.
He murmured: "...Yuchu...you didn't die in vain...I finally...lived to see King Han..."
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Meng Fuyao came striding forward, and when he turned his eyes, he saw Yalanzhu's disheveled hair, panting, and blood on his left arm, he was furious, turned his head, and stared fiercely at the group who had no longer dared to besiege Yalanzhu's back The man in gray stands leaning against him.
The group of people were also looking at her in panic—is this handsome, almost frail young man the famous King Meng Han who is famous for being fierce, shameless and good at making trouble
It is said that King Meng Han is a woman? It is also one of the latest top ten "Jiuxiao"!
The leader whose eyeballs were trampled out had a gloomy face, and his eyes kept changing. When he came, the leader had repeatedly ordered him to kill the caller before he reached King Han's mansion. Don't disturb King Han himself. This group of elite gangs spared no effort to hunt down and kill this person across the border, just for the huge reward. In such a situation, what should we do
He figured in his mind that he could only show his gang's name and beg softly, forgive this King Meng Han for being unreasonable, and he shouldn't kill people at will and offend other powers casually.
As for the loss on my own side, I can only admit that I am unlucky, and I will not be afraid of running out of firewood to keep the green hills!
The plan was made, he forced a smile on his face, leaned forward and said, "Is it King Meng Han?"
You are still polite to me, is it possible that you still want to escape? Meng Fuyao looked at him very amusedly, and said with a half-hearted smile: "I dare not, I'm the next one."
"I have admired the great name of the prince for a long time, and today I am able to see the honorable model, how fortunate it is." The man in gray bowed again.
Meng Fuyao stared at this assassin who was so polite that he was so polite to the enemy. She really found it very interesting. With such cooperation, it seemed that the effort of extorting a confession by torture was unnecessary. She squinted her eyes and said slowly: "You're welcome, you're welcome. I don't know what your Excellency intends to do when you broke into my Prince Han's mansion late at night and killed and wounded my friend?"
The man in gray frowned, thinking that you buttoned up your hat too fast. There are still four streets away from the outer wall of your palace. The person you chased and killed by yourself is not even your friend. It is too hard to say so. Is it sinister? Quickly stepped forward and said: "My lord, please don't misunderstand, my brother is chasing traitors in the gang, strayed into the lord's fiefdom, and was impolite, please see that he is in the same line of martial arts, please forgive me."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and he said slowly: "Oh? Martial arts? I don't know why you belong to it? Please state your name."
The gray-clothed man straightened his chest, and said with a modest but confident tone, "I belong to the Changtian Gang of the Xuanji Kingdom!" He glanced at Meng Fuyao, and said, "If King Meng Han doesn't pursue the matter today, I will If you offend me, let me take the traitor away. In the future, the whole Changtian Gang will feel that the prince is a great virtue! Although my gang is not as powerful and honored as the prince, it is still considered a little powerful in the world, and I will definitely repay the prince in the future place!"
Meng Fuyao tilted her head, and Yao Xun, who knew everything beside her, immediately whispered in her ear: "Xuanji's number one gang, Xiaoao Green Forest's number one force."
Meng Fuyao let out a "huh", turned her head to look at the man in gray with a smile, and said, "Changtian Gang... It's a pleasure to meet you."
Seeing her expression, the gray-clothed man suddenly felt relieved, Meng Fuyao looked at him and said: "Don't pursue it... Take her away... It's not impossible."
The man in gray was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "As long as the prince agrees, the leader of my gang will definitely thank the prince for his great virtue!"
"You're welcome, you're all from the martial arts." Meng Fuyao waved her hand, and she turned to look at the hunted man who had been lifted up by the guards, her eyes shrank suddenly.
Xuanji Cheng'an County King, Hua Yan.
Meng Fuyao met him twice, once at the Zhenwu Conference, where he was Yun Hen's opponent, and Meng Fuyao was deeply impressed by his Shenxiong strength at that time, and once at the Xuanyuan Empress Ceremony not long ago, when he and his wife At the beginning, Princess Xuanji, Feng Yuchu, was sent by Xuanji to congratulate her. At that time, she knew that this pair was the loser in Xuanji's throne competition.
It's just that the loser is too miserable, right? It was so miserable that she couldn't stay in her own country, so she chased her out of the country and came to her territory.
Meng Fuyao had a good impression of this man, she remembered that in Yun Hen's battle back then, the county king was extremely devoted to the fight, he admitted defeat openly and aboveboard, he was a real man, worthy to be Yun Hen's opponent.
Her eyes glanced at Hua Yan, and she saw anxiety and eagerness in the eyes of the other party, but she did not have the slightest fear. Her eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she turned back and said, "However, it doesn't seem very good to just let you go..."
The gray-clothed man's complexion changed, and he hurriedly said, "King Han..."
"This is not a traitor from your Changtian Gang." Meng Fuyao squinted at him, "If all of you Greenwood traitors are the kings of the county, the Changtian Gang can also establish a country, lie, and spread it in front of this king?"
The gray-clothed man's expression changed again, he wiped the sweat off his face, hesitated for a while and said, "What will the lord want to let me go?"
"It's very simple." Meng Fuyao waved his hand, "At any rate, I am the Lord of Changhan, and the people's livelihood and security in this area are all my business. If you kill people and come here, if I can't even get a reasonable reason, I will let you go." Let's go, how can I save my face, King Dahanmeng?"
The man in gray lowered his head in thought, Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, Zhan Beiye's grandson Wuji Yalanzhu and the others didn't speak, they were all used to Meng Fuyao handling things by himself, anyway, she learned from everyone's strengths, Zhan Beiye's fierceness The eldest grandson Wuji's black belly Yalanzhu's rogue is good at both, and he is happy to save trouble.
The gray-clothed man made quick calculations in his mind, knowing that if he gave a little explanation today, he would not have any trouble leaving. In fact, any prince would deal with it like this. King Meng Han is already polite enough, and he doesn't seem as domineering and unreasonable as the rumors say, but he knows how to assess the situation That kind of person, since this is the case, anyway, sooner or later, the higher-ups will intentionally hand over this powerful person, so it doesn't matter if you sell it now.
So this guy who knew Meng Fuyao but didn't understand it thoroughly enough, who was half-assassin and politician, raised his head, approached Meng Fuyao, and said in a low voice: "Please keep it a secret, my lord... this is the Eleventh Highness asking my family to help the main For those who live, they want to see people and die, and they want to see corpses, and it is best to see corpses!"
His Royal Highness Xuanji Eleventh, Fengxuan's most beloved prince, and the first son of Empress Xuanji.
Meng Fuyao's mind flashed through the contents of the information that Changsun Wuji gave her that day, smiled, and said: "Oh... that's it, but why did you kill him?"
The man in gray glanced at her strangely, not understanding why this famous politician in Wuzhou, who had risen rapidly in a short period of time, would ask such a naive question, but he still answered cautiously: "I only vaguely heard that this The king of the county has important things on him, and he needs to take them back..."
Meng Fuyao gave a "hmm", smiled, stretched her waist, and said, "Ahh... I wasted a good night's sleep... It's okay, let's do it like this."
She nodded to the man in gray, showing a big and bright smile.
The man in gray was stunned, and he didn't dare to be rude to show a hideous and hideous smile with one eyeball missing and half stained with blood.
Meng Fuyao smiled sweetly and politely, then turned around, put her hands behind her back, stopped talking, and walked away.
The man in gray looked at her back in amazement, not understanding what she meant, but suddenly heard a low, murderous command in his ears:
"kill!"
The voice was as short as a knife, murderous like a knife, and then the gray-clothed man felt a chill in his back, and a large amount of blood suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes, and the blood spurted out endlessly, spreading a blood-red light in front of him screen.
In the light curtain, he saw the back of the woman Shi Shiran walking away with her hands behind her back. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look back.
He slowly lowered his eyes, and saw that there was a big hole in his chest. In that big hole, he also saw strangely that his brothers had fallen down with blood splattered, and their bodies were trampled in the dust.
Then he fell down softly.
The last enlightened thought in my life is:
She doesn't seem to have promised to let people go at all...
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Meng Fuyao didn't seem to have heard the miserable cry behind him at all, walked directly to Hua Yan, looked at him, ordered his subordinates to send him into the mansion, turned around and asked Ya Lanzhu: "Zhuzhu, is it important?"
Ya Lanzhu waved the scimitar with a grin, and said: "It's okay, just a small injury." Then he whispered with a little shame: "Fuyao, I'm causing you trouble again..."
"What do you mean you are causing me trouble again?" Meng Fuyao laughed, "It's me, born to be a trouble receiver, let alone other things, bullying my friends on my territory, and still want me to let them go? dream!"
Ya Lanzhu remained silent, knowing that with Meng Fuyao's temper and Hua Yan running thousands of miles to ask for help, she would not let him be killed in front of her house no matter what. Or because she, Ya Lanzhu, was bullied.
You bullied my people, I will kill your whole family.
Anyway, sooner or later they have to face each other, so there is no need to leave any leeway. Meng Fuyao has always disliked procrastination when doing things.
Meng Fuyao glanced at Hua Yan, and ordered his subordinates to arrange for him to rest, and then talk when he recovered, and asked Ya Lanzhu to rest well, and went back lazily to catch up on sleep. After leaving the yard, looking at the sky, he sighed helplessly, and murmured: "I found that the receiving function of my imperial power radar is getting more and more terrifying. Before I got out of the Dahan Kingdom and reached Xuanji, I hit it directly."
"That's why you're a troublemaker by nature." Someone beside him smiled lightly. Meng Fuyao glanced at someone's collarbone with an open collar, and immediately covered his nose and trapped that guy against the wall. He reached out to help him button his collar.
"Brother, don't provoke people to commit crimes."
"I beg you to commit a crime..." Changsun Wuji chuckled, his jade-like face was half hidden in the shadow of the moon in the corner of the wall, his charm was like a beautiful dream, and he said in a low voice: "I promise not to smash the bed."
Meng Fuyao hurriedly buttoned his collar with his hands and feet, then put down his hand covering his nose, and said, "It's dangerous."
It's so dangerous, this will spray nosebleeds in his face, and I will never have to see him again in this life.
"I'm going to sleep again soon, isn't it bothersome?" Changsun Wuji rubbed the neckline and rolled his eyes, "Actually, I just found that the neckline is more breathable..."
"Then breathe slowly, my old man is going to sleep." Meng Fuyao shook off him, strode into the door, slammed the door shut, and muttered: "Don't stop!"
She wanted to sleep, but she didn't dare to take off her clothes. There was a big bad wolf outside. Before the big bad wolf left, the pure little white rabbit had to be extremely vigilant.
Sure enough, the big bad wolf didn't go away, leaning against her window, the moonlight shone on the window paper, and outlined his idle and romantic silhouette on the window paper, Meng Fuyao looked at the amazingly delicate silhouette in the darkness of the room, thinking, profile Is the hat romantic and the beautiful Wei Jie the same as the otherworldly demeanor
The shadow on the window didn't move, as if looking at the moon in a trance, he heard his soft voice through the window for a while, with slight hesitation and helplessness, asking: "Fuyao, is there any possibility...for you to stay? "
Meng Fuyao's heart was shocked. This was the first time that Changsun Wuji talked to her about the question of going or staying with her so directly, almost begging. I'm afraid that we'll offend each other, but tonight, why did this guy who was always reserved and introverted, who likes to talk and do things like twists and turns, suddenly hit her defense with a simple sentence that was the most untouchable
She was silent for a while, and finally she became cruel and said, "No."
The two characters weighed over a thousand ounces, and the two characters were like a boulder that shook the figure slightly, and also made water splash in Meng Fuyao's eyes.
She closed her eyes, retreated silently, groped to the side of the bed, and sat down silently, in the darkness.
Changsun Wuji's voice came softly through the window: "...what if I give you a home?"
Meng Fuyao was startled, at this moment she directly understood that he was proposing to her, but... didn't he know that if he asked like this, he would definitely get rejected
The eldest grandson Wuji sighed leisurely, and said: "Fuyao, you never seem to say that you want to get back your life experience."
Meng Fuyao fell silent, and instantly understood the true meaning of the home he was talking about. She clutched the cold mattress with both hands, and the silk satin felt so cool to the touch. She was silent for a while before she said: "I... don't want to disturb other people's lives. … never mind… "
Since you want to go back with all your heart, let your biological parents in this life forget her, just like getting used to not having her for fourteen years, getting used to never having her.
With her current status and strength, it is entirely possible for her to retrieve the memories and past of her five-year-old past without the need for grandson Wuji and others, but is it necessary
The memory before the age of five is now only fragments, but even those fragments can piece together some vague outlines. She only vaguely knows that it is a dark, sad, lonely, and nightmarish childhood.
For her young parents, even if they have difficulties, they probably can't protect her well. If she must return, it may be their troubles instead.
She is also a mortal, who wants a life as smooth and bright as glass, but is afraid that she will end up with a nightmare after pursuing it hard.
The eldest grandson Wuji outside the window also fell silent, he leaned against the window quietly, neither spoke nor left, the two of them were outside the window and in the window, separated by a thin window paper, listening to each other's helpless and melancholy breathing.
The night is so short, the sky is gradually dawning, but the road ahead is so long and misty.
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After a few days, Meng Fuyao finally set off for Xuanji, and Zhan Beiye sent her to the border between Dahan and Xuanji before sadly saying goodbye. It was impossible for him to follow Xuanji, although Xuanji also invited Emperor Dahan to watch the ceremony, but he After all, he is the new emperor who has just succeeded to the throne and the state affairs have not yet settled down. It is not right to take the time to rush to Xuanyuan.
As his representative, Meng Fuyao went to Xuanji, and grinned at him: "Don't worry, the Sajia will definitely not fall into the prestige of Dahan's new emperor!"
"I'm not afraid that you will fall into my prestige." Zhan Beiye looked at her and smiled brightly, "I'm afraid that you will be too prestige and cause Xuanji to have problems again."
"That's nothing." Meng Fu shook his head, "I won't offend the Sa family if they don't offend me this time, and if they offend me, I'll try my best not to offend them."
"What if someone tries to commit crimes against you?" Ya Lanzhu asked curiously.
Meng Fuyao grinned at her: "Then I have no choice but to ruthlessly commit crimes!"
Yalanzhu spread her hands, and Meng Fuyao approached her and whispered: "Zhuzhu, the revolution may be about to succeed, comrades, don't give up your efforts, judging by the speed at which Emperor Zhan ran that night, he still cares about you."
Yalanzhu's eyes lit up, and she said, "Really? Then I'll stay in Dahan for a while. I wanted to go with you."
"Catching a winner is more important, let's go!" Meng Fuyao pushed him away, smilingly led Tie Chengji Yu and the guards onto the horse, she was going out this time to show off the prestige of our country. The elite army is Zhan Beiye, fearing that her king's army will not have time to train, the most brave fighters are selected directly from the Han army. At a glance, they are as red as flames and black as heavy iron, and they are murderous and murderous.
Meng Fuyao half turned around, glanced at Hua Yan who was mixed in with the guards, recalled what he said to him last night, and was slightly distracted, and when he looked up, he saw Changsun Wuji turning around and waiting for her with a smile.
She raised her whip, and the horse galloped past in a large cloud of surging smoke and dust.
Xuanji!
King, here I come!