The cry was high-pitched, as if someone had torn the bloody cloth, then suddenly raised his hand and threw it into the sky, so the sky and the ground were filled with blood-filled colors, covering all vision and perception of people.
"Huola!" With a sound, the window paper on the side of Meng Fuyao suddenly burst, and a pair of skinny black hands stretched out like lightning, and grabbed Meng Fuyao's left arm with a snap!
At the same time, the broken and sharp female voice sounded closer, "... You are here! You are here! We will die together, we will die together! Hahahaha..."
Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes and pupils, and saw the hand that was pinching his arm, so thin that the veins were exposed, the sharp nails were full of dirt and grass, and there were some brown spots on the back of the hand. These strong and weak hands were actually even She couldn't hold onto her arms steadily, and she couldn't help trembling in the wind, but desperately pinched her nails into her flesh.
With a flick of Meng Fuyao's finger, a gust of wind flew out, and that ghost-claw-like hand suddenly retracted. Accompanied by a hoarse scream, it echoed in the empty room. Before the sound dispersed, Meng Fuyao had already pushed the door away. went in.
The interior was indeed more dilapidated than she had imagined. It looked like a room where a lunatic lived. The floor was full of crumbling utensils, and the dust on the ground was several inches thick. The messy hair fell down, and there was a foul and sour smell around his body.
Meng Fuyao's eyes fell on the shabby bed that looked like a floor covering, and saw dark yellow and light yellow spots on the straw of the bedding, which had a strong smell. When he got closer, he realized that it was traces of excrement.
The woman looked at her in panic, her eyes were crazy and dazed in her messy hair, and there was a gloomy purple sparkle in her eyes, the eyes jumped around, and wherever they splashed, they seemed to be ignited with demon fire.
"Changsun Wuji... you monster..."
The voice as thin as a gossamer floated in the silent space, ghostly and full of hatred, every word was divided into pieces of gold and jade, and it was ground again and again from the gap between the teeth. After hearing it, people couldn't help but believe that as long as the eldest grandson Wuji was here , this woman will definitely pounce on him and tear him to pieces and eat him in one bite.
A trace of doubt flashed in Meng Fuyao's eyes, who is this woman? How could she be imprisoned in a broken courtyard in Prince De's mansion like this? How could he have a grudge with the most honorable prince of the Wuji Kingdom? And since this is a dangerous person, talking nonsense and slandering the current crown prince, King De should be in good control, but why didn't he even send a guard, leaving her there to fend for herself
She subconsciously took a step forward, trying to see the woman clearly.
Suddenly, there was a light cough from behind.
Meng Fuyao stopped, squinting into the crazy girl's widened pupils, the figure reflected there was tall and tall, dressed in clean white, it was Zong Yue.
The strange thing is that Zong Yue clearly coughed at her as a signal, but he didn't look at her back. From the mad woman's eyes, it could be seen that his gaze fell directly into the mad woman's eyes.
Meng Fuyao's gaze once again passed behind the crazy girl, she suddenly smiled, and slowly backed out. Before going out, she carefully closed the door.
Turning around, Zong Yue was looking at her calmly, and his tone was also very calm, but what he said made Meng Fuyao's anger rise.
"Even if it's just my servant, you should know basic etiquette, for example, don't run around in other people's houses."
Meng Fuyao's eyes immediately lit up like knives, and he ground his teeth, feeling that he was sharper than that crazy girl, so he said sullenly: "Even if you are just an arrogant pig, you should know that some things are despicable. Indecent, for example, peeping behind a woman."
Zong Yue looked at her lightly, "Are you a woman? Oh, you are a woman, sorry, I can't always remember."
He even stooped to apologize.
Meng Fuyao was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nose, he straightened his chest for a while and then walked past Zong Yue without saying a word.
When she passed by, she suddenly bumped her shoulders, Zong Yue seemed to be in a trance, and was knocked sideways by her accidentally.
Meng Fuyao immediately turned her face back and smiled sweetly. She had a normal face after bathing in the sun, but her eyes were shining brightly and frighteningly.
"Oh, why did you fall down as soon as you hit it? Are you sure you are a man? Sorry, I always thought you were a man, but you are not."
She bent down, and before she finished her pretentious apology, she laughed and ran away, leaving Zong Yue thoughtful, standing in the wind.
The wind in winter is calm and dignified, and there is a faint fragrance of a woman's virginity in the wind. The fragrance seems to be there, and if you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it anymore, but it makes you feel happy.
After a long while, Zong Yue smiled faintly, remembering her wicked chest just now, the sunlight slid past her beautiful figure, splashed red and green, and splashed into his eyes, which confused him for a moment and made him lose his mind. He, who never let others rely on him, was bumped into a stumble.
Zong Yue's smile was like a winter flower, unobtrusive but eye-catching, lit up.
"Actually, you are indeed a woman..."
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As night fell, the light of a restaurant at the end of Dongjiao Lane shone from a distance, casting Meng Fuyao's shadow long and long on the ground.
Meng Fuyao covered her face with a veil, holding a bunch of herbs that Zong Yue wanted to buy, and when she came back from the market, her eyes were dull and thoughtful all the way.
She was thinking about the eldest grandson Wuji that Yao Xun mentioned yesterday.
After meeting the crazy girl, someone came to King De that night. I don't know what he said to Zong Yue. Zong Yue repeatedly warned her not to approach that yard again. Meng Fuyao didn't pay much attention to this trivial matter at first, but this aroused her interest , couldn't help asking the well-informed Yao Xun if he knew the inside story about the woman's mention of Changsun Wuji, who knew that Yao Xun immediately said a lot of things when he heard that this matter was related to Changsun Wuji, and Meng Fuyao was forced to listen all night Great achievements of His Royal Highness.
At the age of seven, he drew the military map of Wuji Kingdom, reformed and adjusted the military system of the two front lines of Wuji Kingdom, and forced to expand the original 100,000 troops to 700,000, respectively, to clamp down on the three bordering countries.
At the age of ten, the southern border of the Wuji Kingdom rebelled, and the Southern Rong and Beibei tribes fought for the fertile grasslands, causing disasters to the people in the surrounding states. The young grandson Wuji drove thousands of miles into the chaotic area with only ten guards. Everyone thought that The young man never came back. Three days later, the smiling young man walked out of the tent holding the chief of the Nanrong clan with his left hand and the chief of the Beirong clan with his right hand. The two tough men kowtowed their heads in front of tens of thousands of soldiers. Enemies of life and death have since become brothers of life and death.
At that time, the ten-year-old boy put his hands behind his back and smiled. He was the shortest in the vast grassland, but he made a hundred thousand soldiers kneel down at his feet, and no one dared to stand taller than him.
At the age of thirteen, the king of Linjiang rebelled. He planned to kill his eldest grandson Wuji first, and invited the prince to a banquet. Wine, followed by the modified famous assassin Shuying, Changsun Wuji drank the poisoned wine in one gulp, when he put the wine glass back on the tray, the hand that put down the glass suddenly passed through the chest of the triumphant King Linjiang, grabbing Out of Shuying's heart.
Amidst the shock in the room, the elder grandson Wuji slowly withdrew his hand, sprayed the poisoned wine in his mouth on the face of King Linjiang, pointed to the corpse of King Linjiang whose face was festering immediately, and said with a smile, "You will definitely have no face to see my eldest grandson again." The emperor's ancestors, nephews and grandchildren will save you trouble."
After that, he took off the skin-like gloves, threw them on the ground and walked away. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even splash a drop of blood.
From then on, no one in the eldest grandson royal family dared to have the slightest disagreement.
Fifteen-year-old eldest grandson Wuji went to Fufeng as an envoy, and he didn't know what happened. He went to Fufeng for a while, and the two big tribes in Fufeng suddenly started fighting. Peep into the Promise of neighboring countries.
So much so that all countries almost listed Changsun Wuji as a household that refused to communicate, because it was really a terrible thing to be cared about by such a person.
Fortunately, after the age of fifteen, the eldest grandson Wuji suddenly calmed down a lot, and he didn't do big things to shock the world anymore. He had never even participated in political battles in various countries, and he didn't seem to have any interest in territorial expansion. He was always willing to be under the evil spirit Well, as the second largest country in the Wuzhou Continent, it is fortunate that he has finally kept a low profile. Otherwise, the assassination groups of various countries will be the first to think about him, and his place on the assassination list may also be moved up.
It is precisely because the eldest grandson Wuji is stunningly talented and has made great contributions to the country, so the emperor of the Wuji Kingdom specially named the eldest grandson the prince with the title of the country. This is the supreme honor in the Wuzhou Continent.
Yao Xun finally ended his long speech with a sentence of great exclamation—Eldest grandson Wuji, a master of the world!
Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, recalling Yao Xun's exaggerated tone, he couldn't help but smile.
Before the smile was gone, suddenly his eyes dimmed, and with a bang, Meng Fuyao, who was walking with his head bowed, bumped into someone else's chest.
The impact felt weird—the forehead seemed hard and soft, and there was a faint creaking sound.
This cry made Meng Fuyao realize something, and quickly raised his head, but it was already a step too late.
Immediately, a snow-white ball drilled out of the clothes on the opponent's chest, caressed the flattened stomach, and struck out with a vicious claw, fiercely.
It's a pity that halfway through the blow, a fruit was suddenly stuffed into the paw, and a certain adult reacted very quickly, immediately retracted the "rat paw fist", and gnawed away with the fruit.
Meng Fuyao looked up, and met a pair of bright eyes.
Such eyes, glancing over in the cold winter wind, the four seasons will always be spring, and no one else can have it except Yuan Zhaoxu.
"What are you thinking about?" The corners of someone's mouth curled up and his eyes curled up. Even though he was wearing a mask, those eyes alone were intoxicating enough.
"Think... you..." Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, and drew out a smiley tone, waiting to see Yuan Zhaoxu blushing.
In the end, that powerful man didn't even blink his eyes, just smiled at her and waited for her next words.
"My master's eldest grandson Wuji." Meng Fuyao resentfully finished quickly.
Hearing the last few words, Yuan Zhaoxu was a little surprised, looked at her sideways, and asked, "Why do you suddenly think of His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Meng Fuyao didn't answer his words immediately, but looked around, and suddenly took Yuan Zhaoxu's hand furtively, and pulled him to the outside of the southwestern wall of Prince De's mansion.
She had something on her mind and didn't notice her actions. Yuan Zhaoxu just smiled and let her lead her away obediently. Master Yuan Bao poked his head out of Yuan Zhaoxu's arms and stared at Meng Fuyao's hand viciously, as if he wanted to use his eyes to move Meng Fuyao's hand. This nasty paw stares away.
Meng Fuyao pulled Yuan Zhaoxu up to the wall, squatted on the top of the wall in an extremely indecent posture, stretched out his hand to grab a stone, and threw it at the dark courtyard below.
"Changsun Wuji, your bloodline is not right..."
Sure enough, the woman screamed immediately, but she seemed to be covered by someone after only half a sentence. At the same time, the torches were lit one after another, and there was a sound of chaotic footsteps from afar, which alarmed the guards of Prince De's residence.
Meng Fuyao gasped, and said in amazement, "Yesterday there were no guards, so why are there today." She turned her head to look at Yuan Zhaoxu, who was standing on the wall with his hands behind his back, staring at the dark and dilapidated garden below, his eyes gradually emerged. Strange look.
There were guards shouting in the distance, Yuan Zhaoxu pulled Meng Fuyao, backed out of the outer wall of King De's mansion, and retreated to an alley outside the mansion, before standing still, he suddenly heard the sound of sharp arrows flying!