"Zhou Xing! Zhou Xing..." Tears flowed down her numb cheeks, like passing through a stiff piece of wood. Meng Yong only felt that the internal organs and six viscera were repeatedly fried in the oil pan thousands of times, one heart aching to the extreme, upside down, tongue knotted, and spit out broken words. Even the death aura rushing over from the Nether Yellow Spring appears very sharp.
In the end, Meng Yong spit out a mouthful of blood from his heart, and then his face was like golden paper, and he fell straight into the boundless darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Eqi sat on the table, playing with a fan, waiting for Meng Yong on the couch to wake up. In the end, Meng Eqi felt that the time was almost up, so she squeezed a hand gesture, the fragrance of peach mist filled with sweetness flowed down her fingers to Meng Yong who was lying on the bed, the wick on the table peeled off, and the room rang out. The inside seems to be gone, and there is no shadow, only the moonlight rippling all over the ground, it seems to be less than a person's ankle.
Meng Qiqi got up and walked to Meng Yong's side, a golden cold light entered Meng Yong's eyebrows.
Meng Yong woke up leisurely, with confusion and grief in her eyes, she didn't seem to wake up, and she kept muttering: "Zhou Xing..."
Meng Eqi put a palm on her forehead: "Don't read it, it's all a dream."
Meng Yong regained his senses after being beaten by her. He was shocked at first, then knelt on the bed and kept kowtow to Meng Qiqi: "I don't know which immortal you are, I have offended you a lot before, but it is Meng Yong. No, please hold your hand high and spare Zhou Xingyi's life. He is the emperor of Daliang, and the world cannot live without him. If you really want to blame, take my life!"
Meng Eqi played with the ends of her hair, the jet-black hair wrapped around her jade-like fingers, plated with a layer of moonlight.
"Who wants your life!?" Meng Eqi looked at her with a funny look: "You asked the gods for help, and now we helped you, but you refused to admit it. But we don't want to force you to treat us Thank you Dade, just because we still have something to do, so we need your help. As long as you agree, Zhou Xing's life will continue. If you don't agree, it's fine. When the country breaks down, someone else will come to take Zhou Xing's life. , all we can do is wait for Zhou Xing to die, and then put him in the underworld."
Meng Yong looked at her in shock, and after a while, Meng Yong nodded slowly.
Meng Eqi smiled and leaned closer: "I'll ask you again, do you recognize me?"
Meng Yong took a deep breath: "I know, you are the one who is possessed by me... Goddess."
Meng Qiqi was not very satisfied with the title of Goddess, but she didn't care at all, she only said: "This time, we are going to take someone away. But we can't stay for too long. Cooperate with me completely, okay?"
Meng Yong panicked and wanted something. Meng Qiqi seemed to guess her mind and explained, "It's not Zhou Xing, but your national teacher, Jing Fan."
Meng Yong frowned slightly: "Is it him? Master Jing has been very fond of Zhou Xing recently, what are you going to do to him?"
Whenever Zhou Xing was involved, Meng Yong was always vigilant.
Meng Eqi sighed slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, Jing Fan is a very dangerous person. His purpose is to make this dynasty decline, so he can't stay with Zhou Xing, we have to take him away. But he has some magic. , so we need your help to not startle the snakes."
Meng Yong's eyes were obviously hesitant.
Meng Eqi had a deep headache. She thought that Meng Yong had changed a bit, but she didn't expect that she was still so cowardly in her bones and hesitated when she encountered Zhou Xing-related matters. Meng Qiqi had no choice but to force her again.
"If you don't agree, when he does something to Zhou Xing in the future, don't ask us again."
"I promise." Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Meng Yong immediately responded.
Meng Eqi smiled deeply, the plan brewing in her heart had already begun halfway.
In a place they couldn't see, under the vast moonlight, there was a person behind the forest staring closely at Meng Yong's room.
Jinghe looked at the serious face of the master and couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are you looking at?"
Jing Fan said: "Divine Light."
"Divine Light?"
Jing Fan pursed his lips, but did not go any further.
The so-called divine light is just an aura that occasionally inspires mortals when the gods are alive. It is invisible to ordinary people, and those who can see must be people with some cultivation. Jing Fan originally thought that the unknown immortal on Meng Yong had left, and now he must be back.
Jing Fan's brows moved, but in the end there was nothing, and he led Jing He into the darkness.
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On the second day, the dragon boat race was held as usual.
The banquet was in full swing, and everyone was roaring with wine. There was a burst of cheers from the dragon boat downstairs, and the poetry competition had selected the leader.
The leader of the Sai Poetry Club is a talented young man with a promising future. The ladies all stretched their necks, looked downstairs, and saw two ministers coming up to report: "Empress Empress, the leader of this year's poetry competition is from Jinling, Yang Shaoan."
Meng Yong smiled and said: "Jinling has outstanding people, and there are many talents. Bring me to see."
The imperial concubine casually lifted the wine glass: "Isn't it disrespectful for my sister to bring a man up to the house full of female relatives?"
Meng Yong didn't want her to come out again and sing the opposite. In all eyes, he really embarrassed himself, and said with a sneer: "Although there are female relatives, there are also princes and grandsons. They are all pillars of my court, why should I pay more attention?"
"No." The imperial concubine put down the wine glass and stared at her: "Although there are men in Qionglou Yuyu, they are all royal relatives, and my sister hastily brought this leader up. If this person has bad intentions, what should we do?"
Meng Yong's face turned cold again: "The leader of the poetry club, I am a talented person, but my sister is arrogantly saying that she has bad intentions. Isn't it chilling?"
The imperial concubine sneered twice: "My sister really misunderstood what I meant. Yesterday, my sister was attacked in the forest, and my sister was just being cautious."
The imperial concubine was so aggressive, Meng Qiqi stood behind Meng Yong and acted as a maid, and hurriedly grabbed Meng Yong's clothes. Meng Yong had no choice but to suppress his anger and said, "If that's the case, order him to go down and reward him with three hundred taels of silver instead of going upstairs to kowtow and thank him."
When the concubines and concubines saw this battle, the concubine won in the end, and they gave each other a wink in secret. They lived in the palace. Only by knowing how to judge the situation can they protect themselves.
The imperial concubine smiled contemptuously and said indifferently, "Thank you, sister."
"You're welcome, little sister." Meng Yongpi hooked the corners of his mouth without smiling, and his tone was also sour.
"The downstairs are all things for men to play with. It's not interesting after all. Let's ask the girls to come up and write poems. How does my sister feel?" The imperial concubine smiled Yan Yan and looked at Meng Yong.
"It's rare for my sister to be so leisurely and elegant," the queen said, then turned her head and instructed, "Go, bring all the ladies who came here this time."
"Yes."
The girls heard the queen's call and knew that they were going to "race orchids", so they were busy arranging their dresses, thinking that they must get a few more orchids, and don't make a fool of themselves in front of everyone.
Meng Qiqi's eyes rolled around, she didn't know where Sheng Jiayan went to check the situation. All I know is that I haven't even seen Jing Fan's figure at this moment.
Meng Yong knew what Meng Eqi was thinking, so he smiled and said, "In the past years, when we girls wrote poems, they were judged by the civil servants of Wenyuan Pavilion, but if you pass them on, it will be troublesome. Master Tingjing is not only good at divination, but also very proficient in literature and ink, why don't you ask him to come up with questions and judge?"
As soon as Meng Yong's words came out, there were busy concubines and nobles who echoed: "It's the lady's."
Meng Yong did not wait for the imperial concubine to speak, and ordered: "Go, please come up with Master Jing!"
When Jing Fan came, he also brought his apprentice Jing He. The imperial concubine seemed to be more familiar with the two of them, so she said with a smile: "I haven't seen Qu He for a few days, I don't know what I'm doing. Just looking at your master before and after. I went in and out of the palace, but I didn't see you very much."
"But I'm still studying in the academy, Nianglao remembers it." Jing He replied politely, but his eyebrows were a little alienated.
Meng Qiqi was a little strange to hear it, Qu He? When did Jing He change his name, and why did she seem to be very familiar with the name Qu He, as if she had heard it somewhere.
Meng Yong said: "Sit down, I invite you to come today, but I want to be an examiner for the girls."
Jing Fan has a good appearance. Several noble girls saw him with blushing cheeks and beautiful eyes. Poetry is the best way to convey feelings. Solving problems is not only to win flowers, but also to take the opportunity to communicate with each other. Many girls wanted to take this opportunity to stand out in front of Jing Fan.
Meng Eqi was a little far away from Jing Fan, so he quietly walked over to Jing Fan while everyone was reading the topic. She had her hands behind her back, her hands clenched. Jing Fan didn't know it, he just stared at the painting in front of him. In the painting, the moon and stars are few, the mountain road is rugged, and a huge peach tree is all in the painting.
Jing Fan was slightly ecstatic, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression was a bit complicated.
Taking advantage of his distraction, it was a good opportunity for Meng Eqi to capture his soul alive! Meng Eqi raised her hand, her eyes suddenly sharpened, and was about to chant a spell, when she was suddenly pushed behind her back.
She couldn't help but jumped forward, and the pinch hit Jing Fan's apprentice Jing He in an instant.
At that instant, countless golden lights flowed out from Jing He, as if a hole had been cut in the human skin by Meng Qiqi, and Jing He fell down as if he were dead.
Jing Fan, who was pulled back to his mind by the divine light, turned his head suddenly, everyone could not see the light, but he could see it.
Jing He's sudden collapse caused panic among the ladies.
Everyone screamed and Meng Qiqi couldn't escape, but Jing Fan happened to see it.
Jing He's soul was tightly grasped by Meng Qiqi, and Jing Fan's face suddenly turned hideous, and he flew towards Meng Qiqi's direction.
Meng Eqi retreated again and again and hid behind Meng Yong. Jing Fan was still chasing him. Meng Yong saw his terrifying expression and shouted, "Master Jing! What are you doing!"
This sound made Jing Fan sober. He was only a few feet away from the Queen. As long as he took a step closer, the guards guarding him would stab him to death.