The very faint smell of blood floated over in strands and strands, and it was impossible for people like Zhan Beiye Meng Fuyao who had been through the mountain of blood and blood to smell it.
Meng Fuyao touched her bosom subconsciously, wanting to see Yuanbao's reaction, but realized that the Yuanbao version of the danger alarm hadn't come out, and she kept hiccupping after drinking too much, and couldn't force the alcohol out by herself. It is no longer a siren, but an indicator.
But Zhan Beiye didn't hesitate, pulled Meng Fuyao and retreated.
Suddenly there was a creaking sound from underneath, the door opened, and a gray-clothed man, who was the one who made the signal in the restaurant today, came out with his bloody finger in his arms, and muttered, "It's not good to knock, why not knock?" The pot of hot water on the fire, no, the pot cracked and cut my hand!"
He raised his finger and shook it in the air. Under the moonlight, his finger was still bleeding. Meng Fuyao lifted the tile and saw that there were indeed broken pieces of pottery on the stove below. beach of water.
Zhan Beiye was relieved, and both fell down with Meng Fuyao, the man immediately gave way silently, motioning for the two of them to enter the room, there was another person in the room, hidden in the dim light, and when he saw Zhan Beiye coming in, he wanted to salute, Zhan Beiye stopped him with his hand, and fell silent. Asked in a low voice, "how is your majesty?"
"News from the palace, the empress is well, don't worry, if you don't show up, my lord, the emperor won't touch her for a day."
"I'm going to pick her up," Zhan Beiye said bluntly, "Do you think it's difficult?"
"Yes," the man replied without hesitation, "the three hundred guards are still in the second place. The emperor and King Heng have set up many traps inside and outside the Xihua Palace, just waiting for you to fall into the trap." He simply drew the Xihua Palace The layout of the tower, said, "I suspect that there are artillery in this tower, and the wall of Chonglian Palace opposite is higher than Xihua Palace, which is just right for placing muskets from a condescending height. In addition, the empress is forbidden to go to the front yard, which means that there are still ambushes in the front yard. "
"Three hundred guards are guarding airtightly, even if they change shifts, there is no room for them to take advantage of, and even during the interval between shifts, there will be more people - because they change shifts a quarter of an hour earlier and leave a quarter of an hour later. Slack, King Heng said, if you lose your mother, the whole team will be beheaded regardless of the reason."
"We tried to dig a tunnel, but Xihua Palace is located in the center of the harem. On the left is the Zhengyi Hall, and on the right is the Fengzhu Palace. The emperor and the empress are looking at it, and it is also the place where the guards are most dense. If we want to dig a tunnel, it is too long and too dangerous. , and when digging to the inner city, the road was blocked by stone slabs, so there was no way to continue.”
The man dictated with his fingers, and carefully told Zhan Beiye the various layouts of possible traps inside and outside the Xihua Palace, and also talked about the various methods they tried to rescue. , This is simply an impossible task, and the intention is to let Zhan Beiye die.
Zhan Beiye has been listening carefully, the oil lamp is dim, the shadows in the room are dim, and his expression cannot be seen clearly, only his eyes are still bright and black, and they are as heavy as iron when they sweep over them. Very peaceful.
After listening, Zhan Beiye let out a "huh" and remained silent for a long while. Hearing the two people's advice of "the prince is cautious", he nodded and said, "Yes, it's not appropriate to startle the snake. Let's talk about it in the long run. Now I hear that the mother and concubine are well. I'm also relieved."
He smiled and said, "You have done a good job, you must continue to be careful."
The two men bowed in response, and Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao went out. As soon as they left the yard, Zhan Beiye's pace quickened. Meng Fuyao saw that he was not going back to the inn, so he quickly reminded him, "Oh, Lu Chi, the direction wrong."
"That's right," Zhan Beiye grinned, his white teeth shining brightly, "I'm hot, I want to take a walk."
"Scatter your ball," Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, "It's not summer yet, are you hot? The whole city is waiting for you to join the net, why don't you go for a walk?"
Zhan Beiye answered very well, "Why? No way?"
"Okay, okay," Meng Fuyao became angry, looked carefully at the surrounding buildings, and suddenly asked suspiciously, "You don't mean to go to the palace, do you?"
Zhan Beiye's smile disappeared, and he remained silent.
Meng Fuyao let out an "uh" and was taken aback before realizing, "Are you - lying?"
Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows, turned around and left, Meng Fuyao pounced on him and grabbed him, "You're crazy, didn't you hear what they said just now? The iron wall is waiting for you to hit it, even if you ride Heifeng with three thousand people It's useless to bring them all, not to mention you haven't had time to gather the old department, why are you in such a hurry? Why can't you wait for everyone to gather and have a thorough plan before making a move?"
Zhan Beiye didn't speak, brushed her hand away and just walked forward.
"Stop!" Meng Fuyao was furious and chased after him, "I can't watch you die!"
"If I don't go, the concubine mother will die." Zhan Beiye turned around with a calm tone, "At least, I must let her see me tonight."
Meng Fuyao looked at him with her mouth wide open, only then did she realize that Zhan Beiye's tone was normal, but there was a lot of pain and worry in his eyes. The heavy anxiety rushed towards him like a black wind, and it made her heart twitch. .
"Although the mother concubine is crazy, there is a tacit understanding between Tiansheng and me," Zhan Beiye said softly, "It's probably because of her madness. Her mind is extremely sensitive and she can sense the dangers around her and me. In the midst of crisis, these days I go through life and death, she knows; I am worried, and she must be the same, but I can resist it, can she?"
"She is already weak, and no matter how much she panics and worries day and night, how can she persist until I slowly plan to save her calmly?" Zhan Beiye's eyes sparkled, "I asked Hua Gonggong to bring the token during the day, and tonight she will definitely Waiting for me, no matter what, I want her to see me, even if I can't save her, this side will be the reason for her to persevere!"
Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiye's eyes, at this moment he finally fully understood that he knew the horror of the tombs of the Gun clan in Changhan dense forest, and he still insisted on taking that road. He crossed the mountainside for three days and nights, suffered several life-and-death hardships, and watched his subordinates sacrifice one after another. , I almost died in it, just to reach my mother a moment earlier!
Suddenly, she remembered the long time when Ronaldinho disappeared and waited for Beiye after escaping from the tomb. Only now did she know how anxious he was insisting on waiting for his subordinates, waiting for the one that everyone knew well. Ronaldinho who has no chance of survival.
It takes ten days to travel from Changhan to Pandu on a fast detour, and the battle against Beiye is hard work. In exchange for seven days of saving time, a very precious half day wasted waiting for a person who knows there is no hope of surviving. , During that half day, every minute and every second was torment, tormenting the heart-to-heart mother and son who worried about each other, tormenting Zhan Beiye's worry about his mother.
Do not abandon, do not give up.
This man who is both filial and righteous, never loses hope to anyone!
She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She just stretched out her hand and held Zhan Beiye's skirt tightly.
She said, "Together."
Zhan Beiye wanted to refuse immediately, Meng Fuyao quickly said, "If you refuse, I will disappear in front of you forever."
Zhan Beiye looked at her with burning eyes, and said for a while, "I would rather you disappear forever, as long as you are safe."
Meng Fuyao got angry, scratched the wall, scratched for a long time and said ruthlessly, "I also saw the picture just now, I will go by myself."
With a laugh, Zhan Beiye lifted her away from the wall and said, "I know you will say this, let's go."
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Pandu has been heavily guarded recently, and people are not allowed to walk around at night. The businesses of various brothels and gambling houses have been disturbed a lot, and they closed their doors early. The streets are deserted, but even if a cat runs by, it will Immediately someone probed to check.
It can be seen that Zhan Nancheng and Zhan Beiheng have put in a lot of effort to catch this brother who is determined not to die, so that they can't sleep peacefully.
Fortunately, with the lightness skills of these two people, in the eyes of those guards, they were just two black shadows passing by in a trance. Not long after, the two had already sneaked near the north gate of the palace.
Lying on the roof of the traffic commander of Tianjie Street outside Gongmen Square, waiting for the slowly rotating crossbow arrows on the square tower to turn, Meng Fuyao quietly asked Zhan Beiye, "Who were those two people just now?"
"Grandpa's former staff member, after his death, all the power and old subordinates he managed in the two dynasties were given to me." Zhan Beiye replied, "It's not a small power."
"Outsiders see you as a naked prince, with three thousand guards who can't make a big storm even though they are strong." Meng Fuyao patted his body on the ground and grinned, "For example, the official hall below seems to be the office of the bare prince. "
"Yes, during that time I learned how to sign seals." Zhan Beiye replied seriously, "The seals I signed are beautiful and solemn, and they are called 'the first visa prince in Pandu'".
Meng Fuyao laughed, she shed some tears, she turned her head and quietly wiped it away, and changed the subject nonchalantly, "Hey, when will you sign a certificate for me, Fufeng, Qiongcang, Xuanyuan, Xuanji, etc."
"Qiancang country rarely has a pass order. They have no diplomatic relations with us. They don't invite anyone, and no one dares to go." Zhan Beiye replied, "Besides, I have been reminded a long time ago that I can't give you a pass order."
"Who reminded you?" Meng Fuyao suddenly turned his head and stared at him, "Which bastard?"
"Changsun Wuji, that bastard." Zhan Beiye looked at her with ill intentions, "He said that if we set out from our intentions, even if it's not good enough to stop General Meng's lofty ideals, it's absolutely unacceptable to add fuel to the flames."
Meng Fuyao's black line, Changsun Wuji, the one who killed a thousand swords! To ruin her big business, she also wanted to take advantage of Prince Zhan's honesty and do him a few favors, and then cheat a few passing orders from him, and it was all in vain.
The more I think about it, the more I hate it, but I have nowhere to vent it. A certain bastard is far away in Wuji, and he is probably flirting with his fiancée. Damn, he is playing a hooligan and ruining her affairs. Meng Fuyao once again smoked from the top of his head, and started scratching the tiles with dim eyes. , treated the tile as the skin of the eldest grandson Wuji, and scratched it viciously and cheerfully. Zhan Beiye looked amused, pulled her paw, patted her, and said, "You can go."
The two jumped up, crossed the square like black smoke, and passed by their sides at the moment when the two teams of guards crossed each other. The fifteen-meter-high city wall was a piece of cake in their eyes. With a wave of his hand, Zhan Beiye pulled out the iron arrow from the huge crossbow, thrust it into the throat of the guard who was about to scream, and destroyed the crossbow conveniently.
Meng Fuyao swam into the guarded hut behind the tower like a fish, got rid of the remaining one, the two changed their clothes, Zhan Beiye thought it was too small, Meng Fuyao thought it was too big, they looked at each other and laughed.
The imperial palace is divided into eight gates. The north gate is also called the Changxin Gate. The central government office of Tiansha is concentrated in this area. This is the gate for civil and military officials to see and go in and out every day. Among the eight gates, the guard strength is medium. Zhan Beiye did not choose daily According to his understanding of his family's eldest son and sixth son, Ximen, the weakest guard among the eight gates, entered and exited the slave dung truck, and the Ximen, which was the easiest to enter and exit at this time, must be the most difficult one.
Zhan Beiye was familiar with the terrain, and led Meng Fuyao to avoid the guards all the way to the center of the palace. The more he went in, the more guards there were, and he had to hide every few steps. It was so familiar to the point that it was outrageous. Once guards came from the front and back at the same time, and Meng Fuyao was about to collide with her. Zhan Beiye pulled her away and miraculously turned into a hiding place. The small room behind the bushes easily hid there, Meng Fuyao looked at his surprisingly bright eyes in the darkness, and remembered that this eighteen-year-old hadn't left the palace, and he must have been familiar with those days when he was forced to live in the palace. See through every plant and tree here.
The father and son of the Zhan family neglected to be hostile to this son and refused to let him go out of the palace to open the mansion, but they never thought that many years later they would give him a helping hand.
Even so, it took too much time for the two of them to walk all the way to the outside of Xihua Palace without any surprise. Although the sky was dark at this moment, it was already the darkest time before dawn. It's about to light up.
On the opposite side of Chonglian Palace, there is silence, and there is no clue to be seen on the raised palace wall, but one can guess that the entire Xihua Palace, especially the direction of the backyard, must be under the surveillance of Chonglian Palace.
The Xihua Palace was so brightly lit that even an ant could see it crawling over.
Meng Fuyao was a little anxious, but Zhan Beiye looked calm, he made a gesture, and the two of them swam up the outer wall of Xihua Palace, facing Chonglian Palace sideways, which was the only blind spot overlooking Xihua Palace from Chonglian Palace.
Lie on the wall, vaguely smell the fragrance of flowers and plants in the wind, deep in the flowers, the garden of Xihua Palace.
In the depths of the flowers, there is a subtle voice, slowly coming.
The voice was weak and feeble, fluttering and flying like a gossamer, in the depths of the palace flowers in the middle of the night, flying like a butterfly, but that butterfly was also a butterfly in deep winter, its brittle wings could not bear the frosty wind of the world, and it was a little bit weak , but still flying a little bit in the frost and snow.
After careful identification, I could vaguely hear the voice of a woman humming in a low voice.
"... Momo Nagano, vast rivers and oceans, my son is gone, I don't know where... The Cangshan Mountains are vast, the day is bright, my son has not returned, I don't know when..."
The singing voice is slightly hoarse, I don't know if it's natural, or if I have sung for a long time and my throat is broken, but in the simple words, every sentence is longing and affectionate.
In the middle of the night, deep in the palace, ancient and simple local ditties, thin and distant voices of women singing.
Meng Fuyao was taken aback, feeling a little creepy, suddenly caught a flash of light from the corner of her eyes, she turned her head, and saw two streams of water slowly flowing down the face of Zhan Beiye, who was leaning on the wall and listening carefully.
The water slowly gathered in the eyes of the man who almost never shed tears, slowly filled up, fell shallowly, and trickled down.
That point of water reflected the moonlight, thrillingly bright.
Meng Fuyao's fingers dug into the palace wall.
This pair of bleak royal mother and son.
Mother stayed up day and night, singing constantly in the depths of the flowers closest to the palace wall.
The son was in tears, and through a palace wall, he heard the singing of his mother and concubine who was close at hand but could not see him.
The mother has gone mad, but she is sober and aware of all her son's situation.
The son ran day and night, regardless of sacrifices, just to get back to her side, but in the end he could only imagine her withered face through the palace wall.
So close, so far away.
Meng Fuyao pressed his forehead against the cold wall, tears filled his eyes as he thought of his mother on the hospital bed in the previous life.
Is she also waiting for herself every day, singing the song "Good Baby" when she was a child in the interval of missing
Will she also sleepless in the middle of the night, walk into the flowers under the moonlight, and stroke those half-rested flower buds with her thin fingers
Her silent tears wet the crimson wall, Zhan Beiye looked at her sideways, the tears in his eyes had dried up, but at this moment there was an expression of pity and sigh, leaning against the wall, there should be no too much With a lot of movement, he stretched out his fingers and gently stroked Meng Fuyao's shoulder.
Meng Fuyao reluctantly smiled at him, the light and shadow in his eyes flickered, shattering the starlight of the day.
Zhan Beiye looked at her, as if looking into a scar that was born with him, the pain was inseparable.
This woman who will cry because of him...
The people he was destined to treasure for the rest of his life...
The singing was swaying, and Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up with burning flames. As soon as he got up, he was about to rush over the palace wall.
"...my son has not returned..."
"Concubine Gongjing."
Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye shuddered at the sudden man's voice, and Meng Fuyao pulled Zhan Beiye quickly with sharp eyes, pulling him down from his ready to get up.
"It's late at night, you'd better go in and rest." The voice was vaguely eunuch, as if he was persuading Zhan Beiye's mother and concubine.
There was no answer, she was still singing her song.
"Please concubine to come in!" This is another man's voice, young, cold, speaking slowly, the word "please" has a strong tone.
The eunuchs and guards got the instructions and heard the sound of footsteps, as if someone was going to help the concubine. The concubine's singing stopped, but the person seemed unwilling to cooperate. There was a faint sound of struggling, panting, kicking and dragging, and then "Ouch "Someone yelled, "She bites!"
The moment Meng Fuyao heard the sound of struggling, he immediately stretched out his hand to restrain Zhan Beiye.
She pleaded all over her face, looking at Zhan Beiye whose eyes were red for a moment and whose hair seemed to stand on end, she pleaded silently with her eyes, "Don't, please don't!"
There are guards gathered in the palace at this moment, the young man is probably his younger brother, who is waiting for him, showing up at this time is tantamount to sending him to death.
Zhan Beiye leaned against the wall, his whole body trembling, his fingers dug deep into the wall, his knuckles were bloody.
He turned his head very slowly, and looked at Meng Fuyao... He could rush in without fear of death, and face Zhan Beiheng's traps and snares, just to save his mother and concubine from being rudely pulled by those people. She was afraid of strangers, and never wanted to be touched by anyone except him. When he thought of her panic and helplessness at the moment, he wished to replace her with his own body... However, he couldn't.
He is not alone, Meng Fuyao is beside him.
He has to be responsible for his mother and concubine, but why not be responsible for Meng Fuyao? How could he put Meng Fuyao in danger for his own selfishness
Zhan Beiye closed his eyes.
He pressed his forehead against the wall, silently, in a very small way, but extremely forcefully, rubbing and rubbing against himself so mercilessly, those crimson paint surfaces were rubbed off, and then slowly stained with another. A touch of bright red, those reds gradually expanded, but he refused to stop, it seemed that only in this way could he resist the great pain in his heart, knowing that the concubine mother was being bullied but could not save her.
Meng Fuyao clenched her teeth, and her teeth sank deeply into her lower lip. She turned her head away from Zhan Beiye, and desperately forced herself to think, what method should she use to rescue Zhan Beiye's mother and concubine, even if she just met him once, that poor woman, It seems that I really can't continue to hold on.
The struggle in the palace was still going on, Meng Fuyao pressed Zhan Beiye, he was really afraid that he would not be able to stand the torment that lasted for a few seconds and would suddenly explode, and in the chaos, he suddenly heard someone speak.
"That's all."
It seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man, carrying the majesty of someone who had been in power for a long time, and Zhan Beiye frowned, Meng Fuyao immediately understood that Zhan Nancheng was also there.
There was silence in the palace, the woman didn't cry, but started singing again the moment people let her go.
"...my son has not returned, and I don't know the date..."
The people in the first palace listened in silence. After a long time, the emperor of Tiansha Kingdom seemed to be sighing softly, and said, "I seem to have heard this song when I was young."
There were some distant memories and melancholy in his tone, and he said slowly, "The Empress Dowager left early, but I vaguely remember that I like Concubine Gongjing very much, it is said that we have frequent contacts, when I was six years old, I heard this song on her lap. "
Everyone became more silent, and Zhan Beiheng seemed to be coughing.
Concubine Gong Jing suddenly stopped singing, and stammered for a while, "... I shouldn't sing it to you."
Zhan Nancheng said "Oh?"
Concubine Gong Jing said loudly, "You want to kill him—you kill him—"
At this moment, she was thinking clearly, her speech was unobstructed, and she even knew what Zhan Nancheng was going to do. She didn't look like a lunatic at all. She loudly accused the emperor of the Tiansha Dynasty: You want to kill your brother!
Zhan Beiye was shocked, and the people in the palace became even more silent.
"So what if I want to kill him?" Zhan Nancheng was silent for a long time, but he readily admitted, "How can you allow others to sleep soundly beside the couch?"
"...he doesn't care about you!" The concubine misheard the word '露', and defended her son even more excitedly.
Zhan Nancheng seemed to smile, probably because he thought it was absurd to have a conversation with a crazy woman, and said coldly, "It should be enough to make trouble in the middle of the night, I clicked on the acupoints of the concubine and sent her back to the bedroom. Watch out for everyone." He confronted Bei Hengdao again, "Brother Heng, follow me to the imperial study."
"yes."
Footsteps creaked away, followed by a large number of guards. The patrolling guards in front also came towards this palace wall. Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye swam to the other wall, continuing to hide in the shadows.
From a distance, Meng Fuyao took a look at the emperor and prince, calculated the distance and the number of people around him, and felt that it was really impossible to rush over here to hold those two hostage, so he had to give up.
After waiting for a while, in the middle of the night when people were most sleepy and most relaxed, the two of them were about to hide in quietly when they heard the sound of the door opening and closing inside. Yawning, he said, "For so many days in a row, I often can't sleep well all night, I'm exhausted."
Another person said, "I've counted the time. It's impossible for Lie Wang to appear in Pandu now, and he can't even fly with wings. Why let us guard day and night from now on?"
Earlier one said, "I also heard that King Lie died in Changhan Mountain."
"Really?" There seemed to be three people asking the question, two were surprised and one was disappointed.
"Besieged by tens of thousands of elite soldiers, he was forced into the forest of death. As you know, no one has ever come out of that place alive."
There was a moment of silence, and for a long while one person said in a low voice, "It's a pity that the hero of King Lie..."
"Cunzhi! Be careful what you say!" Someone immediately scolded him, "That's a traitor that His Majesty personally ordered to besiege!"
The man was silent, and said angrily for a long time, "Old Sun, you can speak your words. Three years ago, your son had smallpox. There was a famous doctor who could cure him, but you couldn't afford the money. It was more than half of the way to borrow money from relatives. Seeing that your son is dying It's not because the prince who returned to Beijing to report on his duties accidentally learned that the grass on your son's grave is a foot high because of his generosity!"
The old grandson choked and stopped talking. The man named Cunzhi snorted, stood up, and said, "I'll go for convenience."
He walked a few steps and turned to the latrine at the back of the palace. Just as he unbuttoned his pants, a dark shadow flashed in front of him. He raised his head in panic and looked into a pair of big and bright eyes.
The owner of the eyes smiled at him kindly, and helped him pull up his pants that were not fastened due to fright, and whispered, "Shh—"
It was naturally Meng Fuyao who ran into the men's room to pull up his trousers in the middle of the night.
The man named Cunzhi opened his mouth to scream, Meng Fuyao raised his palm, the man felt suffocated and couldn't even open his mouth, he stared at Meng Fuyao in horror, not knowing what killer she was going to do.
Behind Meng Fuyao, a black figure slowly turned around.
The man's eyes suddenly changed, first surprised, then joyful, and then frightened, Meng Fuyao stared at him and said, "Brother Cunzhi, we heard what you said just now, thank you for your righteousness, what is your Highness Lie Wang doing here? I think you are very clear, would you like to help us?"
The man hesitated, and said in a low voice, "The prince is still here, which makes the villain happy... It's just that the villain persuades the prince, but the lady can't be saved. There are traps every step of the way, inside and outside the palace. There are traps every step of the way, even if you risk your life, you won't be able to save your empress."
"I just want to see her first." Zhan Beiye whispered, "I want her to see me well."
The man fell silent, Meng Fuyao suddenly said, "Isn't there a women's room next to the men's room?"
"Yes," said the man, "there are more guards, so we built these two toilets, very close to each other, with the rear windows facing each other."
"Let the empress come to the women's toilet, so the mother and the child can meet each other?"
"No." The man replied, "With the identity of the empress, it is absolutely impossible to come out to use this simple toilet."
"Li Daitao is stiff," Meng Fuyao laughed, and said a few words to the man. The man thought for a while and nodded, but Zhan Beiye immediately said, "Fuyao, what are you going to do?"
"Do what needs to be done," Meng Fuyao patted the man's shoulder, "Brother Cunzhi, please, if you succeed, there will always be a chance to thank you in the future."
"My lord is famous, he treats tribes kindly, expels Moro, and protects the peace of our border people. Such a generation of virtuous kings should not be treated like this." The man bowed, "It's a villain's honor to be able to encourage the lord."
Meng Fuyao stared at the man, looked into his sincere and clear eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, and said with a sigh of relief, "Go." He gave him a small bottle.
The man went carefully holding the vial, Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao were afraid of being bumped by other people using the toilet, so they retreated to a shadow above the toilet and stayed there, this place was close to the palace, the two dared not speak, Zhan Beiye Slowly write on the wall, "What are you going to do?"
Meng Fuyao wrote, "If possible, take her away."
Zhan Beiye's eyes flickered, his expression flashed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao backed away and pointed down. Zhan Beiye had no choice but to stare at her fiercely, and wrote, "You are not allowed to use your brain!"
Meng Fuyao wrote, "My old lady's mind has not been corrected."
Zhan Beiye was so angry that he fell on his back, thinking whether to take her acupuncture point away, but suddenly a palace lady came hurriedly, bowed her head and hugged her belly, and ran to the toilet.
Meng Fuyao smiled, floated and dodged over.
Zhan Beiye immediately understood what she was going to do, and wanted to chase after her in a hurry, Meng Fuyao suddenly looked back in mid-air, with an extremely sharp look, which shocked even the fearless Zhan Beiye into a daze.
Startled, Meng Fuyao had already fallen into the women's toilet from the shadow between the two toilets, and with a lift of his hand, he touched the acupoints of the palace maid who had a stomachache.
He took off her clothes conveniently, and faced the maid's simple disguise, Meng Fuyao heard a sudden sound of wind behind her, and immediately gave way very slipperily.
While changing clothes, she avoided Zhan Beiye, who was gesturing repeatedly to stop her in the small space, and only said a few words.
The first sentence is: "She can't bear it anymore."
The second sentence is: "Trust me."
As soon as the wind stopped behind him, Zhan Beiye stopped his hands in a daze, Meng Fuyao had already changed his clothes, raised his head and smiled sweetly at Zhan Beiye who was struggling with eyes, pointed to the men's toilet, and then walked out without looking back.
As soon as she came out of the latrine, she immediately bent over, clutched her belly as if she had diarrhea, and hurried to the hall.
The guard named Cunzhi was patrolling in front of the hall intentionally or unintentionally, pointing to the dark room of the inner hall with his fingers holding the spear.
Meng Fuyao gave him a grateful look—just now when he was patrolling the window of the inner hall, he was asked to find a way to throw the medicine powder in the bottle into the small room where the maid lived, this man was very clever, and he did it very quickly.
She hurriedly stepped into the inner hall, glanced across the hall, and saw at a glance that the two eunuchs guarding the outer hall knew martial arts.
Seeing her come back, an eunuch greeted her, "Lan'er, are you having a stomachache? Remember to close the windows and take care to catch the wind."
Meng Fuyao answered vaguely, and walked over, the eunuch raised his eyes and suddenly said in surprise, "Eh, you are not..."
Before the words finished, Meng Fuyao had already knocked them unconscious with one hand, and dragged the two of them behind the curtain, then quickly stepped into the inner hall, followed the same pattern, and restrained all the palace ladies in a blink of an eye, she didn't know who among them was the concubine The trustworthy servants, at this time, they had to lay down all of them for the sake of safety.
The light and shadow of the bead curtain flickered, the silk mantle fluttered slightly, the fragrance in the small bronze incense burner carved with eight treasures was faint, and in the pale smoke, the woman fell asleep deeply.
Meng Fuyao gently squatted down in front of her couch, looking at the concubine, Zhan Beiye's eyebrows were very similar to hers, and there was a kind of demeanor between her brows, but she was pale and thin, and her temples were already slightly gray, although the facial features could be seen Bright and beautiful, but the beauty of the mother of the country in the past is long gone, and what is left is the endless sadness of the chaotic and misty years.
Meng Fuyao hesitated, she has ventured here now, but she is not sure whether Zhan Beiye's crazy mother can meet her son smoothly according to her plan, after all, she has been crazy for many years...
The hourglass makes no sound and the golden sand breaks the time soundlessly. Meng Fuyao thought about Zhan Beiye's anxious waiting for this moment, so he became ruthless and stretched out his hand to untie the acupuncture points of the concubine.
Toffee slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Meng Fuyao at a glance, blinked, her eyes were very confused, but she didn't scream immediately.
Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, gently leaned over to her couch, and said, "Zhan Beiye entrusts me, Zhan, Bei, Ye."
She enunciated very clearly, and the concubine's eyes lit up immediately. She whispered, "Xiao... Ye?"
"Yes, Xiaoye," Meng Fuyao had tears in her eyes, because of the clarity of the mother at this moment, she pointed to the toilet outside the window and said, "The women's toilet, he's waiting for you."
"wait for me?"
"Yes," Meng Fuyao went to untie her clothes, the concubine backed away timidly, Meng Fuyao patted her on the back, and said softly, "After changing clothes, you can see Xiaoye."
As soon as the concubine heard that Ono could be seen, she immediately refused to let her go. She opened her arms cooperatively and asked Meng Fuyao to change clothes with her. Next, he pointed to her quietly again, "Women's room, you can lower your head and go in, you can see Xiao Ye when you go in, don't talk."
"Don't say...you will kill Xiao Ye." The concubine suddenly said this sentence clearly.
Meng Fuyao's nose was sour, her eyes were already red, she nodded encouragingly, and said, "Yes, don't let him kill."
"He can't be killed." The concubine giggled, her expression was cheerful, and in an instant she was as delicate and charming as a little girl.
Meng Fuyao nodded, gently pushed her, and sent her to the gate of the hall, looked at the concubine, lowered her face, carefully, and stepped out of the threshold exactly as she taught her.
She saw Concubine Toffee gathered her dress and walked slowly, heading towards the toilet without mistaking the direction at all. She saw the guard named Cunzhi intentionally or unintentionally blocking the sight of others, watching her step by step, and finally no one Disturbed into the women's toilet.
Everything went unimaginably smoothly.
Standing quietly in front of the window, Meng Fuyao saw the back of the concubine finally disappearing into the darkness of the women's toilet, and slightly let go of her holding heart, thinking of the surprise that the concubine raised her head to see Zhan Beiye's face in the window of the men's toilet opposite, thinking Zhan Beiye's consolation when he saw his mother was safe, thinking that the concubine who had been crazy for many years, unexpectedly became miraculously clear when she mentioned something related to her son, thinking that by Zhan Beiye's side, there are always those greatest and most secular people Cannot understand those emotions that have: loyalty, fidelity, love and kinship.
She thought longingly, with tears in her eyes, and smiled slightly.
Immediately, she stepped back, put on the concubine's palace attire, and lay on the bed, waiting for the concubine to come back, or not.
In her heart, she hoped that Zhan Beiye would just take his mother away if possible. Anyway, she was better than his mother in protecting herself, but in reality, she knew that it was impossible for Zhan Beiye to abandon her.
She smiled and lay on the couch with her head in her hands, feeling that she had accomplished a very happy thing.
However, her smile suddenly froze on her lips.
Outside the hall, the eunuch's thin voice came with great penetrating power.
"His Majesty is coming—"