Meng Fuyao was lying on the edge of the outer wall of General Jianwu's mansion, his face full of gloom and irritability.
Reason 1 of the irritability: It seems that someone was really angry, and she just slapped her buttocks and walked like this that day after stuffing her mouth with fish meat. Even Master Yuan Bao deliberately urinated on her to show her contempt when he left.
The second reason for the irritability: Qiaoling has been married into the General's Mansion for three days, and she has the heart to ignore this girl who is dedicated to climbing the dragon and the phoenix, thinking that maybe Guo Pingrong will make an exception for her, so why bother herself? Besides, Guo Pingrong has already taken precautions, if he thinks about any action, he will only throw himself into the trap, and he is not so stupid. Who knew that today outside the General's Mansion, I happened to meet a few women who went shopping, and from their conversations, I learned about the recent tragic situation of the General's Mansion's new concubine. Angrily, he made some preparations, and before midnight tonight, he climbed onto the eaves of the inner hall of the Guo Mansion.
The night wind blows from the corner of the eaves, and it is about to enter the twelfth lunar month, and the sky is like snow in the evening, but the miserable Meng Fuyao does not have the enjoyment of the red clay small stove, green ant fermented grains and new wine. Carrying a strong sense of snow, Meng Fuyao lay on the ground for a long time, and even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of pale frost.
However, her eyes were as bright as stars in the dark, shining like diamonds, without any tiredness or timidity, and even a little bit of enthusiasm.
From below, under the eaves, there is a faint voice, although the voice is low, it has an extremely powerful penetrating power in this silent cold night. It is the mournful moan and cry of a woman, and the passionate gasp of a man. The window paper of Hongxia Yingsha vaguely reflects the intertwined figures of men and women, vague but ambiguous. One can imagine that the indoor fire is raging, warm as spring, and the brocade and jade tents are being turned into red waves. Those touching bodies, The mixed sweat, the greasy rouge and the slightly fishy smell of body fluids all turned into a turbulent and lingering rhythm, disrupting the originally peaceful pulse of the night.
The people in the room turned upside down all night long, Meng Fuyao leaned over the eaves and listened to the wall with great enjoyment, anyway, she was wearing thick clothes, Zong Yue gave her a thin coat a few days ago, it looked thin, but it was extremely light to wear It was warm, but there was a slight smell of medicine on the collar, but everything the Sacred Physician brought out had a little medicine smell, so Meng Fuyao didn't care about it.
In the middle of the night, there was a sudden heavy snowfall, and plum blossom-like flakes of snow fell from the black sky. After a while, a layer of snow fell on the person lying on the roof, looking from a distance like a sculpture made of snow.
At four o'clock, when the door of the lower room rang, Guo Pingrong opened the door in a brocade robe and came out. Immediately, the guards waiting in the corridor went up to him, handed him oil coats and umbrellas, and escorted him all the way.
Seeing the few lines of footprints on the snow go away, and the surroundings gradually returned to silence, Meng Fuyao lifted a few tiles, and floated down from the roof like a snowflake.
As soon as she landed, she shook the snow, and smiled at Qiao Ling who was crying on the couch, "Here I am again."
Qiaoling raised her head abruptly, staring at her with teary eyes, Meng Fuyao shrugged and said, "Last time I was unlucky and bumped into your man who was having an early bridal night in your room, this time I watched him go, Should we meet again?"
Qiaoling stood up and stared at her blankly. After a while, tears flowed down like a waterfall again.
Meng Fuyao sighed, and didn't want to say anything else, her eyes were sharp, and Qiaoling saw the horrific bruises and scars all over her body, one could imagine what kind of miserable situation it would be under the quilt.
But Meng Fuyao didn't go forward immediately, but walked to the dressing table, held up the brass mirror to take a picture, then put the mirror back, and said with a smile, "My face is completely wet from the snow." He took the table by hand He wiped his face and neck with a handkerchief.
After wiping her face, she turned around, walked to Qiaoling, lifted her quilt, looked at her lower body, gasped, then turned her eyes away, took the cloak and put it on her, and squatted down with her back facing her.
Qiaoling clutched the cloak in a daze, not knowing what to do, Meng Fuyao said impatiently, "You don't want to leave, do you?"
On the opposite side, the brass mirror on the dressing table had adjusted its angle when Meng Fuyao put it down, and it was reflecting Qiao Ling behind her, her panic seemed very real.
Meng Fuyao looked in the mirror—she was not a fool, a person who has wandered around for many years, never showing her back to others is a belief that will never be violated, even if the person behind it has no martial arts.
Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains tonight, Meng Fuyao will walk towards the mountains tonight, so Meng Fuyao will naturally take every step of the way. If he is stupid enough to put himself in it in order to save others, it will be too inferior. Yuan Zhaoxu will despise her to death if he knows about it.
Qiaoling finally leaned on her back timidly, sniffed, and said in a low voice, "Brother Meng...it was my fault..."
"Who in this world does not miss? As long as there is a chance to make up for it, it doesn't matter." Meng Fuyao carried her on his back, and tied her tightly to his back with a ribbon.
Qiaoling's tears wet the clothes on her back little by little, her voice was low and choked, "He is not human...he is not human..."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, with a sad feeling in her heart. She was somewhat on guard against Qiaoling and was ready to leave at any moment, but when she saw her serious injury, she immediately understood that the girl had probably suffered an irreparable injury. She couldn't reach this level, she sighed, stretched out her hand to pat Qiaoling's back, and said, "You've been here for a few days, are you familiar with the road?"
Qiaoling shook her head and said tearfully, "I've been locked in the house."
Meng Fuyao gave a "hmm" and was about to go on the same path when Qiaoling suddenly said, "... But I heard from my mother-in-law who served me that the general's mansion is not guarded much because the general himself is a master. There are more guards there, and there are very few people in the West Garden where the servants live in the west, and it is said that there is a back door, so you can go out directly."
"Why did they tell you these things?" Meng Fuyao looked back at her.
Qiaoling sobbed, "I don't know... But they look at me with pity... Brother Meng, I... hope you come every day..."
Meng Fuyao gave another "hmm" and said suddenly, "I heard on the street today that General Guo once said that as long as anyone can beat him, he can make any request to him that he can fulfill."
Without waiting for Qiaoling to answer, she suddenly pointed at Qiaoling's Ruanma acupoint, kicked the flying door, dragged a chair and jumped up, shouting, "Guo Pingrong, come out, you and I will fight!"
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Suddenly there was applause in the darkness, Guo Pingrong turned around from a corner of the corridor, and said with a sneer, "Okay, you have good ears, you know that I didn't go far, you are so courageous, you want to challenge me one-on-one."
Meng Fuyao laughed, and said, "You have been waiting for me for a long time, why are you willing to leave? As soon as I go out, I will be attacked by you immediately. After all, there are only a few people in this world who can take off your pants. Naturally, you want to take care of yourself." Entertain me."
Guo Pingrong's expression changed. He was always proud and arrogant, and he would take revenge. That day when Meng Fuyao conspired to take off his pants in front of all the guards, it was a great humiliation he had never experienced in his life. His anger.
"I guess it's you, it's really good!" Taking a deep breath, Guo Pingrong's complexion was iron, and he lifted his robe, and he rushed forward in an instant like a flying star!
Meng Fuyao raised his foot and kicked the chair under his feet, the chair flew towards Guo Pingrong in a strong wind, Guo Pingrong smashed the chair with his palm and shattered into countless pieces, Meng Fuyao had already jumped out of the window taking advantage of this moment.
When he jumped out of the window, he saw a group of guards suddenly rushing out from all sides. The group in front knelt together, pointed their long bows and sharp arrows at the two of them. so many people?"
Following her fall, a bundle suddenly rolled out of her arms, the bundle spread out, and a pile of golden pearls rolled out, rolling to the feet of the guards. Meng Fuyao cried out in panic, and clasped his hands to chase, "This It is what I rely on for the rest of my life, don't touch it!"
The gold is shining brightly, and the pearls are round and shiny, shining in the dark snow. The guard with the bow looked at this thing, and his eyes lit up.
Their month's silver is only five taels of silver, but now the young man's burden rolls down, but it is a huge fortune. They don't know what Meng Fuyao is here for, it looks like they are saving this new aunt and running away together Yes, I don't know which house the treasure was stolen from, if I don't pick it now, when will I wait
At this time Guo Pingrong had already rushed over, his attention was all on Meng Fuyao, he didn't see the gold and silver on the ground, he shouted sharply, "Why hesitate? Shoot me, shoot her in the ass!"
The guards' eyes were still fixed on the ground, and they glanced at each other warily. A thin guard hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of gold. The moment he raised his bow, his fingers quietly curled up, and he tightly grasped an ingot of gold in his hand. .
With his movement, the others couldn't bear it anymore, and they picked up the jewels on the ground one after another.
Only then did Guo Pingrong see the jewels in their hands, his face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Put it down!"
"puff!"
An extremely light breaking sound resounded in the snowy night, not much louder than Luo Xue's sound, but everyone's expressions changed in an instant.
The sound came from the hand of the guard who picked up the gold first, he grasped it too tightly under excitement, and the "gold" actually shattered in his palm.
"Crack!"
A stream of black water suddenly shot out from the shattered gold, splashing out, and in the hazy snow color, splashing out in a thrilling and deadly arc.
"ah!"
The guard and the guards around him were immediately splashed with black water, and the thing blazed up, burning their clothes and blackening their skin in an instant, and they fell down screaming, the blackened skin touching the ground, Immediately, the skin was ripped apart, and the ground dragged bloody marks one after another.
At the same time, more people who picked up jewels screamed and rolled into a ball on the ground. Guo Pingrong was so angry that his face was livid. He saw Meng Fuyao sneering and running past like a cloud of wind. Her voice danced like beads in this cold snowy night. , knocking on the coldness and silence of the night.
"Gold is priceless and poison is priceless. If you take one and give one away, you won't suffer! People are greedy and who can avoid it? You are a big fool! General Guo, the wages you pay your employees seem to be too low, otherwise I, the poisonous Why are you rushing to pick gold? Haha."
Her figure swayed in front of a tree, but she didn't run away. She shook her legs on the spot and looked at Guo Pingrong provocatively.
Guo Pingrong let out a low cry, and the iron-colored robe rolled into a solid iron plate in the flying snow, sweeping across the space in front of him with a single stroke, Meng Fuyao saw him approaching in an instant, and then ran away.
Guo Pingrong chased after the tree, and when he looked up, he saw a painting hanging on the tree at some point. On the painting, a man in brocade clothes stood on a high wall with his bow in his arms. Shaggy, bow-legged.
Just seeing this one glance, Guo Pingrong felt dizzy in his head, his blood rushed up in his chest, his eyes went dark with anger, and then he let out a roar.
The roar made the night tremble, but it didn't even disturb the smile on Meng Fuyao's face. When you beat someone, you must slap someone in the face, and if you curse someone, you must expose your scars—Meng Fuyao's life motto.
Guo Pingrong stared at the humiliating painting, and couldn't restrain his anger any longer. He stretched out his hand viciously, punching like a tiger, and smashed the painting with one punch.
"boom!"
There was a bursting sound in the sky, and a cloud of black smoke mixed with flames exploded from the tree. The black smoke wrapped around Guo Pingrong's arm like a dragon in an instant, and flew up and down with the pieces of paper and flesh that had been blown up, killing everyone around the tree. They were all shrouded in a cloud of black smoke.
Guo Pingrong's cry of pain almost broke the silence of the snowy night, and the wild dogs in the distance barked.
Under the painting just now, there was still a fire bullet hidden. Guo Pingrong was so excited that he punched out, and the fire bullet exploded immediately, hurting his hand.
So far, Meng Fuyao's serial poisoning scheme is successful: Poison Yuanbao kills the guards—to distract Guo Pingrong—takes the opportunity to paste a wretched poster with fire bullets hidden on the big tree—Guo Pingrong bursts into anger when he sees the painting—his fist destroys the painting—the fire bullet explodes.
The moment the fireball exploded, Meng Fuyao didn't stay any longer, laughed and gestured with the middle finger, and carried Qiao Ling on his back all the way west, heading straight to the West Garden where the servants lived.
The oncoming snow particles were icy on the face, making people's eyes refreshed, but Meng Fuyao ran faster and faster with a person on his back, and the wind swept through many houses, leaving those screaming smoke and flesh and blood far behind. .
There were some scattered houses in front of her. Meng Fuyao looked around, and she saw that there was something strange on the fence behind a courtyard, and it looked like there was a small door. She raised her legs and went straight there without hesitation.
The courtyard was unguarded, and it was empty on all sides. Steps stretched up one after another, and the main room at the end was vaguely seen. It was dark and deep, like a big mouth. Can't make out the words on the plaque.
Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, slowed down his steps, and said in a concentrated voice, "Where is this place? It doesn't look like a servant's room..."
Before the words fell, there was a sudden numbness behind the ears, and then the blood in the whole body seemed to flow slowly and stagnant, and the consciousness was blurred bit by bit, and the snowflakes all over the sky were spinning, enlarging, and sinking like a rock down.
The voice sounded a little far away at the moment, as if listening to someone's speech through three layers of cowhide, and it was Qiaoling's cry that could be vaguely heard.
Crying with panic, guilt, helplessness, and sorrow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... the general promised me that as long as he captures you, he will treat me well... my whole life... please make it happen!"
A farther voice drifted over, full of murderous intent, complacency, coldness and obscenity, it was Guo Pingrong's voice.
"If you dare to trespass in the general's palace, you must report to the prince, and the whole family will be executed!"
Then he paused for a while, and said in surprise, "The crown prince actually drove over from Shangyang Palace? What's the rush? Is it because Nanjiang is restless again?"
There was a moment of silence, and in Meng Fuyao's drifting consciousness, he heard Guo Pingrong's sneering and sinister voice, and the sound of his belt and sword being undone one by one, like swaying water waves, sounded from afar.
"It's just right! Enjoy you first, and when you've had enough fun, I'll hand it over to His Highness for the crime of trespassing on a major military site!"