"The concubine... In this case, unless you promise me, every night from now on... I will sleep with my arms around the slave's house."
Jing An fell into his arms, and Ming Feizhen went head to head.
Jing An is not a woman who cares about her chastity very much. That's not to say that she serves men at will, but that she doesn't take her body as an important thing. So when necessary, she doesn't care about using her body as a bait.
But something embarrassing happened.
Ming Feizhen showed no sign of falling asleep. He became more and more inactive, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
On the contrary, Jingan... fell asleep. That night, for some unknown reason, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, returned to her mother's warm embrace, and slept very sweetly on Ming Feizhen.
When Jing An woke up, she realized that she had actually fallen asleep, but when she opened her eyes, the person beside her pillow changed her appearance.
"Consort, consort?"
She almost immediately covered her mouth to hold back her voice.
It was snow-like long silk-white hair, piled up thickly like snow, and like a soft goose feather thick quilt, casually spread on his face.
Not only the hair, but also the appearance is completely different.
He looks handsome if you look closely, but if he is a little more reserved, he is handsome. It's a pity that the expression prefers to be exaggerated, and when he sleeps, his mouth is wide open like a child king. And his eyes are slightly wrinkled, showing that he usually smiles.
—This is his true face... It turns out that he was born this way, poof... He really looks like a child.
Just when Ming Feizhen curled his hair into a ball and put the chicken leg into his mouth and bit it hard, Princess Jing An couldn't help laughing. It was also because of this slight vibration that Ming Fei really opened his sleepy eyes.
Jing An quickly closed her eyes and returned to her sleeping position, snoring softly.
Hearing the person beside the pillow whisper softly, "Emma, I went to sleep! Why did I still fall asleep until dawn after so long."
He patted his face and muttered: "I have paid all my ninety-nine prayers, and I can't let go of this trembling at the end. Damn old stinky master... If it weren't for you, I would have been reduced to marrying this scheming and paralyzed girl. …”
Jing An said: He really is an apprentice of Minghuayu, I just don't know how he knows me, my expression is fake...
Jing An heard the sound in her ears very lightly, and narrowed her eyes slightly. Ming Fei was disguising himself very quickly, pulling his white hair into the back collar, putting on a wig, and a human-skin mask. After that, it is the delicate work of smearing and powdering. It is mainly to eliminate the unevenness of the skin, such as the connection between the skin of the neck and the human skin mask.
Jing An was slightly surprised: It seems that he disguised himself in a hurry yesterday, otherwise I might not be able to see through the disguise at this moment.
Ming Fei really quickly completed the whole process, and glanced at Jing An, who was still soundly asleep.
Quietly stared at her for a moment, stroking her face with a big hand, and said slowly: "Such a beautiful girl... Why do you think of some murderous tricks? You don't even care about yourself in order to kill... Who are you for?"
Jing An was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Consort."
Sitting up, he showed a mischievous smile in front of the stunned Ming Feizhen: "You are so itchy when you touch the slave's house."
Ming Feizhen also saw at this moment that she was dozing off just now, and said with a smile: "Princess, you are early." He happily opened the skylight and said something bright.
Jing An just said: "The slave's family has been sleeping for a long time. It's really inappropriate to ask the husband to wait for the slave's house to wake up. When it spreads out, everyone will say that the husband married a lazy wife."
"It's a great blessing for me to marry a princess, how can anyone dare to talk nonsense?"
Ming Fei was really speaking, but he said in his heart: Since you don't expose me as a fake, it seems that you are not so open and upright yourself.
"And I'm not here waiting for the princess to get up. There are many swordsmen and axemen in our house. This morning, my husband practiced with them before dawn, and gave them some pointers on their martial arts. I hope I didn't disturb you to sleep. ."
Ming Feizhen finished speaking with a smile, the provocation in his eyes was quite obvious.
-Girl, you can't kill me with these arrangements.
Jing An returned with a quiet smile.
"Hee hee, in the future, the slave family will be the consort of the concubine. This concubine's house, inside and out, from top to bottom, must rely on the concubine to discipline them and teach them one by one."
-My arrangement is more than that.
The eyes of the couple collided with a spark in the air.
Since then, the two 'husbands and wives' have stayed with each other for different reasons. After three years of intrigue and three years of mutual defense, no one can do anything so far.
Ming Fei really couldn't get rid of the status of Jing'an Consort on his own, because it would attract the attention of the court and would not be beneficial for him to walk in the Six Doors.
But Jing'an couldn't kill Ming Feizhen. It's not that she didn't have stronger and more absolute means. But she also has countless affairs on her own, and she can't focus on Ming Feizhen.
As far as Jing'an and Mingfeizhen are concerned, just like the Shenyue Sect, it is an obstacle before his retirement.
For Jing'an, Ming Fei is an unrecoverable mistake in a game of chess. In her original plan, she would rather be a widow than a concubine who, although she doesn't touch her, can't help him, and will always be by her side.
A fate forged because of failures and misunderstandings, a marriage that tried to break up success or failure with death, but has so far been fruitless.
Only understanding is constantly deepening.
Ming Fei really knew that there was a master of martial arts behind Jing An, and that there were strong forces in the arena and in the court to support him.
Jing'an also knew that Ming Feizhen was the eldest disciple of Minghuayu, and the fortress of Yeluo Fortress.
Want to act
Come then, and see that you are dead at my hands.
Or do you grab the handle of the slave family first
Three years later, Jing An Zai's room in the concubine's mansion silently looked at the sky, just like her childhood, thinking about something that no one knew.
Jin Wangsun was instigated by her, and she instigated the emperor to give Jin Wangsun a chance. Now she forced Ming Feizhen to come out to meet him as his concubine, and tried to kill him one last time, but it still failed.
Sure enough, Ming Feizhen could not be killed by ordinary methods.
She has no choice but to stop thinking about it, and make full use of it. The young princess has already set up a dark pile, and her deepness and calmness are even inferior to the person who is on the same front as her.
Finally she sighed.
"Prince-in-law, Xianggong... You must not let the slave family down. Everything... is for imperial power."
Chapter 39
After saying goodbye to Princess Jing'an, I turned around and left the city. I found a secluded place and wanted to start preparing for the election of the concubine as soon as possible.
There are only ten days until the election of the concubine.
I am confident that I can solve seven, seven and eight of the three exam questions given by the emperor, but it does not mean that I can win by lying down without any preparation.
'Cai Huan' in the third question of these three questions didn't tell us at all, while the other two questions were quirky. Although it is also related to martial arts, to be honest, it is not easy to hide martial arts in front of the emperor and win against King Jin. The first round of the test is called Fengguang, and the two sides will be tested on the skills of the swords and the swords themselves. In addition to good martial arts, you also need a good weapon as a weapon. Jin Wangsun is known as the first king of swords in the south of the Yangtze River. Although his swordsmanship is far less than the word king of swords, he is also truly talented. In addition, his family has a foundry, and he has more than one side weapon.
Although I thought about stealing a few weapons from him in the past, like the tiger scorpion of A Hu, a master swordsman next to him, it is a good sword that is not inferior to any magic weapon in the world. But later gave up the idea.