"Come here! Catch them and lock them up!" King Xiang thought for a while, but he didn't feel right, and added: "Lock them up separately! Don't let me see them again!"
After he finished speaking, the forbidden army who had waited halfway outside did not rush in. The guards in the hall looked at the nose, nose and heart, standing still.
King Xiang glanced at it in disbelief, then rushed to the gate of the main hall to look outside. Seeing that the Imperial Guards were lined up outside, he couldn't help shouting, "Let you come in and arrest people, you are deaf!?"
The leader of the forbidden army looked up, as if asking for an order. But what he was looking at was not King Xiang, but Sheng Jiayan who was holding Meng Qiqi behind King Xiang.
Sheng Jiayan said lightly: "Everyone has stepped down and performed their duties, so there is no need to come in."
After he finished his instructions, the Imperial Guard went to guard each step by step.
King Xiang's eyes widened in disbelief. He could understand if the former Imperial Army obeyed Sheng Jiayan's orders so much, after all, it was Sheng Jiayan's own. But now the banned army has been replaced by his own soldiers, how can he obey Sheng Jiayan!
He was wondering when suddenly a cold touch ran across his neck. King Xiang paused for a while, and when he saw the blade around his neck, he looked up and met Mo Chunfeng's male and female eyes.
"What are you going to do! You are so brave, don't let go quickly, or I will give you an order... You will be chopped into flesh!" King Xiang's words were very unconvincing, and the trump card in his hand, the forbidden army, had betrayed. What chance does he have.
"嘁—" Mo Chunfeng sneered disdainfully: "His Royal Highness King Xiang is probably the most real conqueror in the history of the Jin Dynasty, you don't even think that you have never had contact with these soldiers and generals, why they listen to you all of a sudden Dispatch, and force the palace for you?"
"Yeah, why?" King Xiang asked subconsciously, only to realize that something was wrong: "But this is all given to me by the fifth brother!"
The fifth brother in the mouth of King Xiang is the fifth prince, the current King Ping. King Ping guarded the frontier all year round and rarely returned to Beijing. As early as the very beginning, King Ping and the Crown Prince were the most popular candidates for the throne in the court. Because King Ping was brave, resourceful and brave, no one in the entire Jin Dynasty knew his name.
Although he is not in the capital, it does not mean that he does not know the movements of the capital. Presumably, the news of the old emperor's preference for Sheng Jiayan to inherit the throne in recent years has spread to his ears, and it is understandable that King Ping wants to fight.
It was precisely because of the idea that King Ping might want to compete with Sheng Jiayan that King Xiang communicated with King Ping long ago. The most important thing in the struggle for power is to have military power, but King Xiang has been idle for many years, and he has no power at all. His biological mother, Zhao Guifei, is not from a tough background, nor is he the daughter of an important official in the court.
Therefore, King Xiang really spent a lot of energy in order to borrow troops from King Ping.
King Ping's plan was obvious. He wanted to use King Xiang's hand to remove Sheng Jiayan first, and then he would remove a King Xiang who was not a big threat. King Xiang also thought so, to bring down Sheng Jiayan first, and when he was on the throne, an edict would put King Ping in prison and never let him go. Even if King Ping was brave and good at fighting, so what? Not to be left to him. If King Ping raises an army, he happens to be charged with treason, and he will be killed logically, so as to eliminate future troubles, it will be even more enjoyable.
However, what King Xiang did not expect was that King Ping would in turn cooperate with Sheng Jiayan again, and put him together.
"King Ping, this insidious person!" King Xiang, who had reacted, kicked the hall door that had been slumped next to him, and this kick made the crumbling door frame finally fall.
Sheng Jiayan took a step back with Meng Qiqi in his arms, looked at King Xiang and said coldly, "My father once said something to you that was right."
"What?!"
"Read more books—" Sheng Jiayan dragged Meng Eqi out: "The provincial ones were deceived."
King Xiang scolded and wanted to chase after him, but was restrained by Mo Chunfeng and couldn't move. He was finally thrown into the ear room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and imprisoned, and his one-day short-lived imperial dream ended.
Sheng Jiayan took Meng Eqi back to the regent's mansion, and Lu Sanniang had already received the news that a hot pool had been prepared for the two to wash up.
When the door slowly closed and only the two of them were left, Meng Eqi took off his jacket and immersed himself in the water.
Sheng Jiayan also entered the water and patiently scrubbed her.
Meng Qiqi is not wearing an inch, and Sheng Jiayan still has a pair of pants.
When the two of them looked at each other, they couldn't see anything through the fog, and some were just endless thoughts.
Sheng Jiayan caressed her eyes with pity, but Meng Eqi still looked back at him with an effort.
"Don't do this," he said, "don't force it, I know you can't see clearly."
Meng Qiqi paused when she heard the words, and then half closed her dull eyes: "I just can't see clearly, but I can still see the outline clearly."
Sheng Jiayan wiped her thin white arm and found a few small scars on it. He frowned slightly and said nothing. The two fell into silence, and they could only hear the gurgling sound of water. Meng Qiqi's exhaustion over the past few days finally relaxed at this moment.
"Your body is delicate, you should take good care of it." In the confusion, Sheng Jiayan suddenly popped out such a sentence.
"Ayan, do you think the current scene is familiar?"
Sheng Jiayan stopped moving: "How are you familiar?"
"It seems a long, long time ago, you also gave me a bath and pressed me to keep me from moving. You also taught me to cherish my body. Although I forgot about it before, I remember it all now. But in my memory, except in the Wei Mansion That time, you didn't help me take a bath again... Weird? I even remember when you helped me take a bath, your sleeves were rolled up above your wrists, and what seemed to be a black robe with gold threads..."
She murmured and fell asleep, but did not see a strange light flashing in Sheng Jiayan's eyes.
Looking forward to your remembering, but also hope you forget.
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July 7th in the underworld is coming, and everyone is decorating the ghost town with colorful lights.
Yeyoushen has sunburned his butt recently, making it inconvenient for him to go to work, so everyone often takes turns to see him.
Coincidentally, the one who came today is the god of decline.
Shuishen glanced at him from the door, and said with joy, "Aye is alone today, that's great!"
He flew in lightly, and sat on the chair opposite the bed and looked around. On the way, out of curiosity, he touched a human mimosa plant raised by Yeyou Shen. As soon as his hand touched the outside, a gust of wind blew down the stone basin containing the mimosa.
Yeyoushen looked at the mimosa who died heroically and wanted to cry without tears: "I beg you to go out, okay?"
"What are you talking about!" Shen Shen was a little angry: "They are all busy with the Seventh Ghost Festival in July, and no one is here to take care of you. I am afraid that you will come alone when you are bored. And it was not my fault just now, Did you see such a strong gust of wind outside? It has nothing to do with me. But then again, you are so courageous that you dare to go to the world without His Majesty's permission."
"Don't mention it," Yeyoushen said in frustration: "It's not because I saw His Majesty being locked up in the mirror of the secular world, and Sister Meng's side was extremely dangerous. I was so anxious. I was thinking of secretly going to open the door for him, but the door was open. Yes, but the dragon energy in the imperial city hurt me."
"Ouch, it's not good for you to hit your butt!" Shuishin looked closer, and suddenly said, "Hey, your wound is open again."
"Really? There is medicine on the table, please help me put it on! Otherwise, I won't be able to greet your Majesty's sister and the others when they come back."
"Okay, don't worry, I'm with you, I have experience in healing..." Shuishen looked at the two bottles of medicine on the table, picked one up with his fingers, and wiped it evenly. On the ass of the night travel god.
After half a day, the judge arranged for the ghosts to perform their duties in the Liaoyang Palace and prepare the supplies needed for the ghost festival.
He glanced around and asked Sheng Jiayan's tone, "Why didn't Yeyoushen come?"
The boy of good and evil jumped out and said, "I went to see him just now, and his injury suddenly deteriorated for some reason. It's hard to believe that his immortal physique is hot all over, and he keeps talking nonsense!"
The judge shook his head, hating that iron is not steel: "It's not useful at a critical moment."
Declining God heard it in the crowd, raised his head and whistled and hid behind General Blood River.
The sudden aggravation of Yeyoushen's condition should have nothing to do with him? Well, it sure doesn't matter, it must have been the afternoon wind blowing the flowerpots that made him catch cold. This night wandering god is really, he doesn't take care of himself at all. Thinking like this, Shen Shen still blew his whistle a little louder with a guilty conscience.
The judge was attracted by his movement, and scolded: "What are you doing with the gods! Are you holding a tea party? Just as your business is about to come, on July 7th, according to common sense, we also invited a few gods and gods who have a good relationship with the underworld. God of good fortune I want you to meet her by name, you should prepare well first, and remember to go on time!"
Shuishen was dumbfounded, and his face blushed suspiciously: "Why... why do you want me to go, I... I can't! I have different political views from hers, she is my mortal enemy, I won't go!"
The judge squinted at him and turned over the book of merits and demerits: "If you don't do it, don't mention your performance this year. It is not allowed that in the end, His Majesty will punish you for doing bad things. Go to disaster, but the god of good fortune deliberately embarrassed you, you went to visit others just after you went to her.
General Xuehe picked his nostrils and snapped his fingers: "It's not good, it's not a solution to always let her hurt you like this. Since she took the initiative to ask this time, you can just go. Let's talk about common ideals, Talk about a good life."
Faint God responded reluctantly, and the judge then confessed: "According to the records in the book of life and death, His Majesty will return to his place in two days, just before the Ghost Festival, everyone should stop being lazy."
Meng Jiang hurriedly said, "What about Sister Meng? Are you coming back with His Majesty?"
The judge gave her a strange look and said, "No, I'll be ready anyway."
The judge was really sweating for His Majesty the King of Hell. According to His Majesty's plan, it was clear that he wanted to exchange his life for Mother Meng. This move violates the article and is a taboo technique. I hope that His Majesty the King of Hell can stop it as soon as possible, and don't make a big mistake...