When Zhan Beiye came down the mountain with Meng Fuyao on his shoulders, he was greeted by the people of Yaocheng.
The gate of the city was wide open early, and the people of Yaocheng who were waiting lined up for several miles from the inside of the gate. When Zhan Beiye came with his cavalry from a distance, the people of Yaocheng had a slight commotion—after all, they saw it on the land of Wuji. Foreign troops were habitually restless psychologically, but when they saw Meng Fuyao in Zhan Beiye's arms, they immediately calmed down.
That was their City Lord Meng, a slender eighteen-year-old girl. At the critical moment of Yaocheng, with the courage and wisdom that no man could have, she endured the humiliation alone, broke into the enemy camp alone, and killed almost all the generals of the army. , but under his own city, he was almost forced to death by his own people.
This kind of strength of character is inferior to men, and such grievances are shameless.
Zhan Beiye slowed down his horse and passed through the crowd. The Han people in Yao City silently stared at Meng Fuyao, who had lost a lot of weight in Zhan Beiye's arms, and saw her abnormally red cheeks, which became taller within a few days. The protruding cheekbones and the thin wrist with exposed sleeves were covered with scars. Some people's eyes gradually turned red, and some people began to sob softly.
A young man suddenly knelt down, he was the young man whose head was crushed by a stone that day, and also the young man who threw mud and stones the most vigorously when Meng Fuyao left the city.
He bowed his head silently and knelt on the scorching sand. Ren Zhengyue's spring-like wind blew his hair and blocked his eyes. There seemed to be a slight bloody smell circling in the wind, which was the last leftover from the battle a few days ago. trace.
Those invading lives passed by without a trace, but some imprints left in my heart will never be erased.
More people knelt down and lowered their bodies in front of the young city lord of Yao City. Their hearts were filled with self-blame and guilt, their voices were blocked in their throats, and they couldn't say any explanation or apology. All I had to do was bow my knees with dignity.
In the face of the brilliance of justice and conscience, all self-esteem is vulnerable.
Zhan Beiye held Meng Fuyao proudly and walked slowly, he felt that choosing such a woman was very discerning and honorable.
Ahead, at the gate of the city, the defenders of Yao City kneeled. These armored soldiers, who even the emperor could not kneel, knelt in the dust for the arrow shot that day, and for the closed city gate that day.
Zhan Beiye ignored the people, but stopped his horse in front of these soldiers. He lowered his head and looked at Meng Fuyao. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously she was awake, but she just refused to open them all the time. He felt Zhan Beiye's gaze. , she raised her eyes and shook her head.
Eyes met, Zhan Beiye smiled, thinking about this woman, he really thought the same.
"Get up." Zhan Beiye looked at the shame-faced youths, "Meng City Lord does not blame you, you did nothing wrong, as the defenders of Yao City, you did not follow the City Lord to abandon the city and surrender, but chose to protect the people and persist in defending the city to the end , In terms of responsibility, you have fulfilled your duties, and having soldiers like you is the blessing of every city lord."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, thinking that her luck is indeed good, and Prince Zhan, who seems to care nothing about everything, is first-rate in inciting and buying people's hearts.
Sure enough, those young soldiers who shed blood but not tears began to sob and kowtow on the sand, their low and sincere vows echoing in the wind, "I will die for the city lord!"
"Willing to die for the city lord!" More people inside and outside the city shouted, gradually converging into a turbulent tide, sweeping through the bloody wind in the southern border city.
Zhan Beiye looked around in satisfaction, nodded frequently, Meng Fuyao couldn't bear it anymore, and pinched Zhan Beiye fiercely—please don't incite me anymore, is it comfortable to watch a group of big men cry to him
It's a pity that Zhan Beiye's muscles are like iron, he doesn't seem to even feel it when he pinches him, and he lowers his head and brazenly smiles at Meng Fuyao, and whispers, "How can you thank me? This is the best chance to buy people's hearts. From now on, Yao The city is truly yours."
Am I rare? Meng Fuyao turned her head away, this city lord has lost too much money.
Zhan Beiye galloped into Yao City, and the county government office was full of people. The one at the front was Tie Cheng, leaning on a cane and waiting happily. He was the only person in Yao City who could greet Meng Fuyao without shame, so this kid Full of energy, even a lame leg is beaming with joy.
When Zhan Beiye walked in with Meng Fuyao in his arms, he gave him a sideways glance, and said, "The boy has good muscles and bones, but his level is too low. How can he be a guard when he is so poor? From now on, come and fight with me for an hour every day. "
Tie Cheng was taken aback. He saw Zhan Beiye's shocking shot that killed Lao Ha. Fighting with such a murderous god is not courting death. Tie Boy grimaced, thinking that those who offended Meng Fuyao had not yet been punished, It's unlucky for me, the only supporter, hey, it's unreasonable.
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, this silly boy has a foolish fortune, he has been favored by his eldest grandson Wuji and Zhan Beiye successively, he might become a master of limited edition in the future, hey, envy.
She forgot again that the production of limited edition masters was not for her.
When Meng Fuyao returned to his room, he was "warmly welcomed" by Mr. Yuan Bao.
Master Yuan Bao jumped at Meng Fuyao who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, held her face and looked left and right, kept shaking his head, tsk-tsk.
"Squeak!"
Meng Fuyao was angry, "Move your paw! What's on your paw!"
Master Yuan Bao retracted his paws, licked the piece of candy clean, and turned his head to look at Meng Fuyao. The more he looked, the more he smiled, and then he moved a mirror over, faced Meng Fuyao's face, and stood aside by himself.
Meng Fuyao looked at himself in the mirror like a ghost, and then at Mr. Yuan Bao, who was flirting with his head, and if he realized something, "Are you saying that I have become ugly? I am not as beautiful as you? I am not as competitive as you are?"
"Squeak!"
Master Yuan Bao was so happy to see his teeth but not his eyes, Meng Fuyao stared at it sadly and said, "Just to remind you... No matter how ugly I am, I am still human."
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The mouse went to the corner to draw circles again, and Meng Fuyao lay down comfortably, ah, my own bed is really cool.
Zhan Beiye crossed his arms, stared at her, and said, "Are you comfortable? Are you soft? You stubborn girl, you don't sleep if you have a good room and a good bed, but you want to drag us to accompany you to eat and sleep in the open, and don't beat you up. You just don't get the hang of it."
Meng Fuyao glanced at the Prince Zhan who was desperate for face, and said lazily, "Well, Prince Zhan beat me so badly, by the way, do the boots smell good? Are the eye circles still swollen?"
Zhan Beiye was stunned for a moment, and came up angrily, "You know everything?"
Meng Fuyao pouted and ignored him, dare she not know? Although Lord Zhan's personality doesn't seem that bad, but she and the man are sleeping alone in the mountains, how can she succeed if she is not on guard
Classmate Xiao Zhan has sworn to marry her, and this person doesn't seem to be able to joke about his life. If he really thinks that she will be his "Princess" anyway, what should he do if he gets on the bus first and then pays for the ticket
Meng Fuyao waved at Zhan Beiye like chasing away mosquitoes, "Except for this house, you can find a place to sleep in the county government office as you like, so you can leave without sending it away."
"I'll just sleep here." Prince Zhan replied frankly, and went out without waiting for Meng Fuyao to start cursing, "The doctor is coming soon, ask him to take care of you, I still have things to do."
Meng Fuyao was curious, but his energy was too low. After drinking some ginseng soup from Yao Xun, he quickly fell asleep.
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When Meng Fuyao woke up, the sky had already been glowing with sunset glow, shining brightly. She had slept for too long, and she was a little confused about where she was for a while, as if she was just now in the army barracks where she was bathed in blood and started a massacre. He also felt that the rocks in the cave were hitting him, and he stretched out his hand to feel for the rock, but he pulled out a human leg bone.
She took out the sweat towel at the head of the bed, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and sat up hugging the quilt. In the dim light of the setting sun, she thought deeply about a fragment of her dream just now.
In the dream it was Yuan Zhaoxu, oh no, it was Changsun Wuji, who looked at her disapprovingly and said, "I left a letter asking you to leave, you are disobedient."
In the dream, I had plausible words, "Since you told me to leave, there must be something wrong with Yaocheng. How can I abandon the city and flee first when I am in danger?"
In the dream, the eldest grandson Wuji was sighing, and then leaned over gently...
stop! Meng Fuyao threw the quilt over her face with a red face, "Damn, what are you thinking, luckily that dream ended.
The quilt was covered to create a dark and quiet space, the pine scent of the quilt was faint, and Meng Fuyao sniffed the smell, and his mind gradually calmed down.
Why did Changsun Wuji ask her to leave? With his wisdom and means, it is impossible not to see De Wang's tricks in this war against Rong. So, Yao Cheng is his abandoned son
No, Meng Fuyao immediately vetoed this idea. If Yao Cheng is really his abandoned son, Changsun Wuji must kidnap him and also kidnap him. It should be said that Yaocheng is a dangerous place that Changsun Wuji cannot determine.
Because if there is really a collusion between the North and South Rong and King De, and the two sides have divided their interests, they will be assigned to the Rong people. Rong people, if King De hadn't lost his mind, he would never have done this.
So Changsun Wuji didn't push Meng Fuyao away with all his strength, but even so, he left a letter for Meng Fuyao, carefully leaving behind the hidden guards, and conveniently revealed to Zhan Beiye that "Fuyao is now in the land of the military family" The news made Lord Zhan consciously bring the Black Wind Rider for him to borrow. If there is a Black Wind Rider, even if Yao Cheng is tricked, he will never suffer.
As a result, people are not as good as God, King De actually let Yao Cheng out, and the martial arts-obsessed Zhan Beiye unexpectedly met ten strong men on the road. He is usually the most haunted in Wuzhou Continent, and he is good at being lost. Suddenly appearing in the Wuji Kingdom, three coincidences caused Yao Cheng to suffer bloody results. It can only be said that there was a will in the dark for her to suffer this catastrophe.
It's just... Meng Fuyao pondered, Changsun Wuji must have already known about King De, right? He wanted to catch King De's bait, and because of this, he did not deploy any secret armed forces in the southern border to monitor King De, deliberately trying to make King De...rebel!
Thinking of this, all the hairs on Meng Fuyao's body stood on end, this awesome man who dared to take his own country and the world to the game!
However, why didn't he destroy King De in the capital, but let the tiger out of the capital, and even gave him 200,000 troops to make trouble? The deep meaning of this made Meng Fuyao feel that his little white head was not enough, so he thought about it for a while , Just pull down the quilt—hey, when Zhan Beiye comes back, ask him, these politicians must understand.
As soon as the quilt was pulled down, we heard crying.
The cry was faint and sobbing, floating outside the walls of this not-so-tall county government house, the dusk was coming to an end, the twilight was coming together, this mournful cry in this starless and moonless night made one's heart shudder.
Meng Fuyao frowned, threw off the quilt, and squatted on the bed cursing, "Haunted? Girl, the last thing I'm afraid of is ghosts! Damn! Come here and cry in front of me!"
The crying stopped, but someone came quickly, Yao Xun's long pale face swayed against the courtyard wall, came in gloating, and said with a smile, "It's Hu Sang who is crying."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao already knew about Hu Sang's good deeds, but before she could figure out how to punish her, she started crying
"Lord Zhan is so handsome..." Yao Xun was intoxicated, "Miss Meng, do you know that Hu Sang has been crying for three days..."
Yao Xun was beaming with joy when he said it, Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded when he heard it.
Since Zhan Beiye knew the whole story of the rejection of the city gate three days ago, the narrow-minded Lord Zhan has been eyeing Miss Hu Sang after being angry. The ignorant people have nothing to worry about. They cannot be expected to remain calm and sober like a philosopher in the face of disaster. After all, people do not kill themselves, but Hu Sang, who is cruel and cruel, cannot be let go. He ordered Heifengqi to transform into gangsters as soon as possible, and blocked all the intersections that could escape to the outside of the city. Hu Sang wanted to escape with his family. Sang, no matter which road you choose, you will be devastated to find that there are "thugs" in front of you who want to buy the toll, but the toll to buy is very outrageous-no money, as long as the girl Hu Sang dances naked, in desperation, the Hu Sang family They had no choice but to go home obediently and wait to be slaughtered. The gangsters took turns to "buy weapons" at Husang's house, asking for good iron and workmanship. After the things were made, they were picky and reworked again and again. Tired and paralyzed on the ground, Hu Sang knelt on the ground and begged the soldiers to let him go. The Black Wind cavalry spit on the ground, "Bah! Are you worthy of us fighting against you? Are you worthy of fighting against City Lord Meng? She thinks it's dirty even if she lifts her shoes!"
Then they found a pile of bills, pointing out the losses caused by Hu Sang's family's delay in work and miscalculation. Hu Sang fainted from seeing the huge number on the bill. You pay off the debt, as long as you become a servant girl to repay the debt."
Hu Sang immediately passed out again—everyone knows that Mr. Zhang is a "maidmaid addict", he never married wives and concubines, and his wives and concubines are maids, and he can throw it away when he gets tired of playing with it. It is simple and convenient, and it can be used once.
It wasn't over yet, the other party said, "Master Zhang will only help you pay half of the debt, and the other half, Master Liu from the north of the city said, you can pay it by being a laundry woman."
Hu Sang fainted again—the washerwomen in Mr. Liu's house are all "strippers".
Hei Fengqi threw down the bills and walked away, threatening to come every day to collect debts, until the two masters divided the day and night of Miss Hu Sang equally. Hu Sang cried day and night with a stack of bills, and there was no one to help ——Hu Sang blamed himself, besides, these people who had guarded the city gates and refused to open them had a guilty conscience, and they didn't even dare to ask for mercy.
Hu Sang, whose eyes were swollen from crying, pulled a thin rope in the middle of the night and was about to hang himself miserably. He changed three places and hung himself three times, and finally met Tie Cheng who came back from the beating. Tie Cheng was silent for a while, and gave Hu Sang Point out a way - you go to ask City Lord Meng, no one has the right to forgive you except her.
Hu Sang gratefully knelt at Tiecheng's feet and kowtowed—returning the double that Tiecheng kowtowed to her that day.
So now, Miss Hu Sang is crying outside the wall. She is really shrewd. Knowing that crying in front of the gate may not be passed on by someone, she simply inquired about Meng Fuyao's residence, outside the wall closest to her house. Crying, Meng Fuyao even pretended not to hear.
Meng Fuyao frowned and rested her chin in thought for a while, thinking that she just accepted a handkerchief in a moment of indolence, why did she cause so many troubles? Sure enough, the eldest grandson Wuji is not to be provoked. The legendary true man will be punished by God for even a little offence. Look, it's all right now. It's not her punishing Hu Sang, it's Hu Sang punishing her. Oh, how can she cry so much? It seems that if I don't let her in for a day, I won't be able to sleep well and recuperate for a day.
"Damn it, who owes whom." Meng Fuyao waved his hand and said, "I don't want to see her, and I won't pretend to tell her that I forgive her and tell her to go away. No matter how far away the ideal is, she will just go away." How far away, it's better to die by yourself, don't come in front of me, be careful that if I'm in a bad mood, I'll stab her in the stomach with a knife."
Yao Xun rolled his eyes, "Miss Meng, you didn't intend to really stab me? You are too talkative, she almost killed you."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, "I've always been easy to talk to, I didn't care if someone betrayed me twice."
Yao Xun stopped talking, rubbed his nose resentfully to send a message, and came back after a while, "Hu Sang begged you to meet me, and said that I must apologize to you in person."
"Damn, you're making progress," Meng Fuyao kicked over the stool in a fit of anger, "Okay, since you intend to seek abuse, girl, I will definitely do it."
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When Hu Sangwei came in timidly, Meng Fuyao thought he had misjudged the person.
It's only been a few days, how can it be so easy to give birth to a beautiful woman and become like a ghost? Look at that thin, white one, you don't need makeup to play ghost movies.
She despised him here, but she never thought that she was no better than Hu Sang, thinner and paler than him, sitting on the bed like a paper doll, making people think that she would be crushed to death by the quilt.
Hu Sang raised his head timidly, glanced at her, and then hurriedly looked away, but his legs had already weakened.
"City Lord Meng...it's my fault...it's me who became jealous and obsessed... please forgive me..."
She wept until the pear blossoms burst into spring rain, and kowtowed at Meng Fuyao's feet. Meng Fuyao stared at her coldly, not feeling pitiful, but disgusting.
There are always some women in this world who think they are smart and glamorous, and everyone in the world should bow their heads under their skirts. Whenever something goes wrong, they will burn with rage for revenge, but they never thought about their own position and reason to "revenge"
This kind of person is contemptible and detestable, it is a waste of food in the world, Meng Fuyao is very happy to see her committing suicide in fear of crime, but it is a pity that Miss Hu Sang refuses to die, and it is not good for her to send her to die—not because she loves her, nor because she wants to influence her, This kind of person influences her ass, but in the final analysis, she herself is the instigator, it was her Meng Fuyao who was self-willed first, and a brocade handkerchief caused the trouble. If the eldest grandson Wuji had rejected the handkerchief at that time, Hu Sang's love would have been killed in time. There would be no such thing after that, it was her dizziness that gave Hu Sang hope to hit her again and disappoint her, and the frustrated woman went on the wrong path.
Therefore, she gave up on killing Hu Sang. After all, she was at fault first, not to mention that women who are hurt by love are not normal people, and they can do anything. It's not this little man Hu Sang who she should investigate carefully. It's not this little man Hu Sang who must be killed soon, but the mastermind behind the entire siege of Yaocheng. King De, King De, wash your neck and wait.
But she is not reconciled if she does not rectify it. She is not a good man and a believer, and she will radiate the radiance of the Virgin to comfort her when she is killed. She originally intended to send Hu Sang to prison for a few days, so that she could see with her own eyes those very powerful people in the state machine. The representative instrument of torture, the hostility to kill her, seems unnecessary now.
Because when she hadn't figured out how to torture Hu Sang ten times, Zhan Beiye lifted the curtain and walked in.
He walked straight in without looking sideways, as if he didn't see Hu Sang kneeling in the middle of the road, striding forward, and then... stepped on Hu Sang's hand.
Hu Sang screamed "Ah", and shook his hands that were trampled on in an instant, crying and crying, but Lord Zhan suddenly became "deaf", as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to move forward, because his posture was too ignorant, and his steps were too aggressive, The wind swept Hu Sang aside.
Over there, Master Yuan Bao suddenly jumped out at some time, stroking his beard and waiting with bright eyes, seeing Hu Sang flying over, he immediately unsealed a bag beside him.
A pile of donkey dung rolled out.
Then it covered Hu Sang's face.
Master Yuan Bao squeaked and ran to the screaming Hu Sang's shoulder, and urinated as soon as the little robe was lifted, the urination was extremely high and penetrating, and the urination stirred up a small bubble of water, which was just right to dilute the donkey dung. Yellow, yellow, green and green flowed all over Hu Sang's face.
Meng Fuyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and cursed, "Damn Yuanbao, you have to mess with me, please change to another place, it's so dirty!" Then he glared at Beiye, "You're worthless, playing tricks with mice."
"It's none of my business," Zhan Beiye sat down beside her, "Don't compare me with a mouse."
Only then did he "see" Hu Sang, and suddenly his face darkened, and he stared at her.
As soon as he stared at the person with such a gloomy face, the air in the room immediately seemed to cool down. Hu Sang, who was screaming and crying, shivered involuntarily and shrank into the corner of the wall.
Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiye with a little ignorance, hey, I can't tell that this guy is quite majestic when he is sullen, but it's a pity that the blue eye circle affects his image a bit.
Zhan Beiye ignored her and just stared at Hu Sang. Without saying a word, he became murderous and pressured all around him. He slashed and killed the target with his sharp teeth like ice. , whimpering and shrinking into the corner.
Meng Fuyao watched silently, wondering if the child would go crazy after staring at him for half an hour.
Probably at the critical point when Hu Sang was about to collapse but not collapsed, Lord Zhan, who grasped the timing very precisely, spoke. His voice was very calm, but his words were like drawing a knife.
"I will kill anyone who harms Meng Fuyao."
Hu Sang couldn't even cry anymore.
"Don't think that if you are an ordinary woman and child without martial arts, I will let you go. For her, I can give up my principles."
He looked at Hu Sang, silent, expressionless, and pressureless.
Hu Sang began to tremble, as if she was about to squeeze herself into a corner and huddled into a ball desperately. She felt suffocated and terrified. Even though the man in front of her was speaking calmly, she felt as if her whole body was cut by the knife of his gaze. Once again, even the heart will not beat.
Seeing that her complexion was pale, her teeth were chattering, and her three souls and six souls had already frightened half of her murderous aura, Zhan Beiye was satisfied, and suddenly grinned, and said clearly and frankly, "I just know that Fuyao won't kill you, no? I can't bear it, but your life and death are not worthy of her concern, and the one who is obsessed with personal love and grievances will only be you, a lowly woman living in your own narrow life."
"I respect her opinion, although I'm a bit unwilling." Zhan Beiye looked at Meng Fuyao with burning eyes, "Hey, I always suffer when I meet you."
At this moment, Hu Sang felt that the pressure was relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head with tears in his eyes, and looked at Zhan Beiye who was beside Meng Fuyao. All the men will only appear by her side
Why is she no matter how embarrassed she is, like a god standing on a high place overlooking all living beings, the brilliance cannot be concealed, the stars are holding the moon, and I, destined to shrink under her feet, look up at her with the filth and mud all over the world
She doesn't understand what the commanding heights of human nature are, but she knows that she has lost nothing in her life.
She slowly wiped off the dirt on her face with her sleeves, some things, she knew, could never be wiped clean.
Zhan Beiye no longer wanted to look at her, "Get lost."
Hu Sang bit his lip, and retreated with a salute. When he was near the door, he heard Zhan Beiye say coolly as if he suddenly remembered, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that capital crimes can be forgiven, but those bills cannot be cancelled."
Hu Sang suddenly turned around, his legs softened and he was about to fall again.
"But you can pay it back slowly, one year is less than ten years, and ten years is less than a lifetime," the vicious Lord Zhan said slowly, "I have to find something for you to do, so that you won't be too idle to think of bad ideas to hurt you." people."
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Watching Hu Sang stagger away, Meng Fu shook his head, "Oh, ruthless, ruthless."
The amount of the bill... Tsk tsk, Hu Sang wouldn't sell himself, would he
"Who are you calling ruthless?" Zhan Beiye grabbed the ingot and rushed out the door first, then leaned over dangerously, his teeth were as white as some ferocious beasts, "You don't seem to know what's good or bad?"
Meng Fuyao split his palm and shouted, "Tourists stop! Sunflower acupuncture points are waiting for you!"
"I still have the claws of the dragon and the tiger!" Zhan Beiye knocked off Meng Fuyao's weak claws with a wave of his hand, "Why are you doing this, my princess?"
"Feifeifei, what a size!" Meng Fuyao was angry, "You can marry whoever you like, I won't serve you!"
"I won't let you serve me." Zhan Beiye smiled and said to himself, "I will send a hundred maids to serve you, and you can change one every day..."
Meng Fuyao shivered, and murmured, "What a vulgar life in the palace..." Then he saw Zhan Beiye and began to take off his boots.
"What are you doing!" Meng Fuyao yelled again, "This is my bed!"
"Sooner or later, your bed will be divided into half for me. I'll get used to it first." Zhan Beiye kicked off his boots and lay down comfortably, "Hey, it's much more comfortable than a cave."
Meng Fuyao wrapped himself in two or three quilts, pinched his nose, and hummed, "You want to smoke me to death? Hong Kong feet!"
"Are you saying that my feet smell good? Are you okay?" Zhan Beiye picked up his boots, "Do you smell it?"
The boot was beaten out by Meng Fuyao viciously, Zhan Beiye lay back indifferently, put his hands on the pillow, and said, "Sooner or later you have to get used to me sleeping next to you, and you should get used to it first."
Meng Fuyao was wrapped in a quilt, stared at him, and said, "Will Prince Zhan make things difficult for others?"
"It's difficult for you to accept me?" Zhan Beiye frowned, "Fuyao, you don't really like Changsun Wuji, do you?"
"I don't like anyone!" Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth, "I told you very clearly that my goal is to travel around the seven countries and do what I should do. You Yingyingyan Yanyan flowers and plants, I live among thousands of flowers. , not a single leaf will touch your body!"
"Hey, that's what I like about you." Zhan Beiye was not angry, and looked at her with a satisfied smile, "Look, the majestic Prince Tiansha and Prince Wuji become Yingying Yanyan in your mouth, how domineering, It suits me very well."
Meng Fuyao stared at him, and realized that Lord Zhan and Prince Changsun were actually the same person—no matter what you said, he would have a way to get rid of you, and it would be very unwise to argue with them, fight wits or fight with them. The thing to do is act as if they don't exist.
So she pretended that he didn't exist anymore, and Meng Fuyao fell asleep with her back to him, wrapping all the quilts around her body.
Zhan Beiye didn't move her, lay on her back, and sighed, "It's better to sleep next to you... Don't worry, I haven't been able to get a good night's sleep for many years."
Meng Fuyao grabbed the wall, resolutely preventing himself from turning around and asking because of curiosity.
"When I was a child in the palace, I slept at the gate of my mother's palace every day. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night and run out barefoot. If I couldn't wake her up at that time, it would kill her, so I guarded myself and slept on the threshold. , She walks with her feet low in her dreams, and every time she steps on me, she trips and falls on me, so that I can wake up and hug her back, and she won't get hurt."
Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiye's figure illuminated by the oil lamp, that solid and tall figure turned into a small child's figure at some point, sleeping in the cold and empty palace, with the threshold hugging his waist, he did not dare to sleep deeply , Waiting for the trampling of my mother's sleepwalking every night.
What kind of silent desolation is this
Meng Fuyao's nose was a little sore, she remembered Yao Xun said that Zhan Beiye had a special background, his mother was a former queen and a mad concubine, Zhan Beiye was squeezed out by his elder brother for many years, and he struggled to get out of today bit by bit. The world is famous, but there can only be 3,000 people, that is the standard of the prince's guard, and it is the maximum allowed by his elder brother. Meng Fuyao believes that as long as conditions permit, the elder brother of the emperor who fights against Beiye, wants more to be the prime minister. Abandoned his very threatening younger brother.
After experiencing such a dark life of the royal family, and surviving in such a crowded crack, Zhan Beiye can still have such a bright and heroic temperament, which is a bit inconceivable.
"Later I got a fief... It turned out to be the hellish Geya Desert. That place was not only poor at the time, but also divided into three parts, one part from Desert Wind Pirates, one part from Moro, and the smallest one was mine. My elder brother is really generous... On the day I was appointed, I asked him if Geya Desert is all mine? He said yes, haha, it’s easy to say yes, I beat up those thieves, killed Moro’s rangers, and stripped them all Buried in the sand, made into a man and then flew a kite... Later they became good, Ge Ya was all mine... But I didn't sleep well in those years."
Meng Fuyao's nose is sore again... Damn, what is this guy doing tonight? Complaint conference
Does he want to let the desolation of the young man who uses cruel methods to expand his power but can't sleep well every night, to soften her hard heart of Lord Meng Bangbang
She, City Lord Meng, is absolutely unmoved... Meng Fuyao pricked up her ears, and waited heavily for Zhan Beiye's next wave of "bitterness attack", but there was no sound behind her, only the sound of low and even breathing came.
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but turned his head curiously, a faint moonlight came in through the half-closed window, and sprinkled on the face of Zhan Beiye behind him, the outline of the handsome and tough man's face was outlined in a peaceful and soft way, and the skin was slightly tender. Frost-white, the eyebrows and eyelashes are so black that it is eye-catching, and there is a shocking beauty in sharp contrast. His eyelashes are slightly drooped, his breathing is calm, and there is a kind of relaxation and joy in deep sleep between his brows.
Zhan Beiye was fast asleep.
Meng Fuyao looked at him half-turned, looking at his rare child-like sleeping face, the moonlight also shone on her face, there was tenderness and pity on her still-sick face.
Forget it... don't kick him out of bed.
Meng Fuyao yawned, turned around lazily, turned his back to Zhan Beiye, his eyelids drooped heavily.
She too fell asleep.
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"You adulterers and whores!!!"
A tall and crisp woman's high-pitched voice came to Meng Fuyao's ears abruptly. She muttered and rubbed her eyes, lifted the heavy quilt, turned over and continued to sleep, muttering, "Husang, how dare you say that again? One sentence, I will kill you immediately..."
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you—" someone screamed vaguely, as if they were still kicking and struggling, the window was opened at some point, and the cool morning breeze rushed in, refreshing and urging people awake.
Meng Fuyao yawned, stretched lazily for the longest time in a century, rubbed his sleepy eyes indiscriminately, and was thinking about what kind of torture to use to punish this evil guest who disturbed his sleep when he heard someone clearly He said coolly, "Since Miss Meng can fight overnight, she is probably in good health. It seems that my coming is unnecessary."
Hearing this voice, Meng Fuyao froze, cautiously opened one eye and looked... Sure enough, the man with the poisonous tongue came back.
Zong Yue, dressed in clean white clothes, stood in front of the window, against the background of crimson bougainvilleas, he looked like a glistening mountain of deep snow, but he was holding a cluster of colorful... Yalan beads in his hand.
Meng Fuyao looked at those two people with tongue-tied eyes, thinking what was going on, why did these two people go together, and how did they appear together by such a coincidence
Looking at her slumbering head, she felt that something was wrong. After studying for a long time, she found that there was something wrong with the eyes of Ya Lanzhu and Zong Yue. The former was angry like a wild cat, while the latter was cold and sneering.
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Meng Fuyao followed the gazes of the two of them, and saw her bed, and then...
"ah!"
"Spicy mother, Zhan Beiye, you fucking go to sleep, why are you taking off your clothes!" Meng Fuyao was furious, grabbed the quilt and slapped Zhan Beiye on his face, "You exhibitionist!"
The soft satin quilt glistened and fell on Zhan Beiye—the prince was only wearing a pair of short-nosed pants. His upper body was in a beautiful inverted triangle shape with clear muscles and moist skin. His two long legs were unceremoniously placed on On Meng Fuyao—Just now Meng Fuyao felt that the quilt was very heavy, because it was the leg of a certain prince.
In other words, just now, a scene of "springtime" fell into the eyes of Zhan Beiye's female pursuer and Meng Fuyao's male friend—Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye shared the same bed, disheveled and exposed in large areas.
Ah, fame is not guaranteed, ah, one cannot be soft-hearted, Meng Fuyao was heartbroken with grief and indignation, he picked up the quilt and smashed it vigorously under the strange gazes of the two.
Meng Fuyao's quilt was thrown down, and Zhan Beiye, who was sleeping soundly, lazily opened his eyes. His eyes, which had just woken up, were as bright as glazed glass, amazingly beautiful. He squinted at the two of them, and grabbed them. Meng Fuyao, who was beating people like crazy, greeted Zhan Beiye without any surprise, "Both of you, it's really early."
"Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan..." Ya Lanzhu screamed, "You you you you—"
"I'm sleeping, that's all." Zhan Beiye answered quickly, "Little princess, you are rude, breaking into someone's bedroom early in the morning, it seems that your noble status is not what you should do."
He glanced at Zongyue again, and Zongyue said indifferently, "As a doctor, I am anxious to treat illnesses. It is normal to rush to my patient's room, but you, my lord—it seems that this is not your bedroom?"
Meng Fuyao interrupted, "Yes, I don't know how he got here, let alone how he took off his clothes—"
"I didn't ask you." Zong Yue didn't look at Meng Fuyao, "Anyway, you're already asleep, so it's unnecessary to ask you."
Meng Fuyao closed her mouth depressedly, rubbed her nose, thinking about why she was so unlucky today, why there are so many people who don't match her character, and why Zong Yue is so angry, even though he looks very He looks tired and working hard, but his being tired and working hard has nothing to do with us, and he can't get angry at me.
Zhan Beiye was still smiling, his teeth white. "This is not my bedroom now, but it will be soon, and," he looked at Zong Yue "gently", "soon, the one that Meng Fuyao slept with All rooms will become my bedroom."
"Ah, you adulterers and prostitutes..." Ya Lanzhu could only scold this sentence in her life, and it was the most powerful sentence she could come up with in her mind.
"It has been said in the world that King Tianshalie is both civil and military, and I think I missed a word." Zong Yue walked over unhurriedly, and unceremoniously pulled Meng Fuyao's hand to feel his pulse.
Zhan Beiye pursed his lips, and without asking, Meng Fuyao looked curiously at the two men who were murderous when they met, and asked cooperatively, "What else can I say?"
As soon as she said the words, Zhan Beiye's gaze came over viciously, and at the same time Zong Yue replied with satisfaction, "Oh, wishful thinking."
Meng Fuyao let out a laugh, Zhan Beiye's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Mr. Zong came just in time, but I don't know if Mr. Zong, who has good medical skills, can connect his neck if Fuyao kills himself?"
"Lord Zhan also came in a timely manner." Zong Yue answered leisurely, "I just wonder if the scenery of Laiwu Mountain in the Wuji Kingdom is particularly good? So much so that the prince lingered in the mountains for half a month?"
Zhan Beiye stopped talking, and stared at Zong Yue fiercely, Zong Yue calmly checked Meng Fuyao's pulse without even looking at him.