The cause of this matter is because our General Meng is too handsome and charming.
There was a time when the handsome General Meng was chatting with Prince Heng in the front courtyard. The beauties in the back courtyard were probably practicing their horse riding, but for some reason, the horse was startled and ran amok. Wherever the horse passed, people would be thrown off their feet and the horses would scream. The guards of the prince's mansion chased after the horse, but they could not catch up with the speed of the horse. They wanted to stop the horse, but they were afraid that they would injure the Ninth Furen, who was the prince's favorite. Thus, they were in a dilemma and screamed until they crashed into the front courtyard.
Madam Jiu's hair was disheveled, and her face was pale. She was so scared that she could not speak. She watched as the horse galloped faster and faster. Her hands were so sore that she could not hold on to the reins anymore. The horse was still charging toward the prince. Whether she fell or the horse crashed into the prince, she would die. In desperation, she closed her eyes and loosened her grip, waiting for death.
The horse lost its last bit of restraint. It let out a long neigh and charged forward like a gust of wind. Its huge black body was like a dark moving iceberg, ready to crash into Zhan Beiheng, who had turned around in shock.
Meng Fuyao screamed and turned her head.
She turned her head and stretched out her hand. Her fingers spread out like a blooming flower, and she placed them on the horse's neck.
"Clang!"
The horse, which was taller and stronger than ordinary horses and almost as tall as Fuyao, was spun into the air by Meng Fuyao's finger.
The heavy body of the horse abruptly somersaulted in the air and fell heavily onto the ground. Smoke and dust rose up, and a deep pit was formed on the ground!
Madam Jiu fell.
She landed gracefully like a peach blossom, her light pink dress fluttering in the air. Her fine black hair trembled in fright, sad and beautiful.
In her inverted vision, she saw a delicate and handsome young man, his clothes fluttering in the wind as he threw the horse away. She saw that the young man turned around, his eyes shining brightly.
Her heart raced, but she did not know if it was because she was about to come into contact with the ground or the young man's arm.
Fortunately, when a beauty was in danger, there was always a handsome man to save her.
She retracted her hand from the horse's neck and placed it on the beauty's neck.
She did not have any tender feelings for the fairer sex. Using the same technique she used to deal with horses, she twirled her fingers around the neck of the beauty. Her fingers did not seem to move, but there was a strange rhythm to it. The beauty's body went limp, and with a spin in the air, she landed safely in Fuyao's arms.
The beauty raised her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she stared at her savior.
The young man in front of him was extremely handsome and talented …
Meng Fuyao did not even look at her. She quickly stuffed the soft body into Zhan Beiheng's hands. 'Mama mia, what kind of powder is this? It's so suffocating. It's even scarier than Sir Yuan Bao's recent perfume.'
Zhan Beiheng held Madam Jiu in his arms. Her eyelashes drooped, and under her wet eyelashes, her eyes stealthily glanced at Meng Fuyao.
That glance revealed a problem.
Madam Jiu became much more virtuous from then on. She personally took care of things like serving tea and food. Once, she even washed her hands and made soup. This unprecedented feat made Zhan Beiheng's face darken. Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, ate without a care in the world and praised, "Madam Jiu's cooking is amazing! Your Highness is so lucky! "
At that time, Madam Jiu was smiling like a flower, her eyes rippling. The boat rocked on the water, waiting for the boatman she fancied to board. Unfortunately, the boatman was a blockhead who only knew how to eat snacks from his plate.
Madam Jiu looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The image of the heartless man was reflected in the sky. Madam Jiu felt that the soup was not fresh enough. Perhaps she needed to add something more?
Meng Fuyao peeked at the Ninth Madam from a 180-degree angle. 'What a pitiful girl. She's only one in eighteen. No matter how undefeatable Zhan Beiheng is, no matter how much he dotes on her, he can at most have sex with her three times a month … Inhumane, inhumane.
She returned home with a heavy heart. As soon as she entered the door, Ingot clung to her and sniffed her. He then turned around and squeaked at Zhangsun Wuji. Meng Fuyao pulled his ear and questioned him. Ingot folded his arms and turned his head away in disdain.
Zhangsun Wuji translated, "He said that you used low-quality perfume and smelled like a woman."
Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. What was he talking about? Wasn't she a woman? Did she not smell like a woman before?
After thinking about it for a while, she felt that perhaps, probably, she did not.
In the days that followed, the woman's scent continued to linger. Zhangsun Wuji's smile became more and more strange, while Meng Fuyao acted as if nothing had happened. Then, on a dark and windy night, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiheng had a drinking contest. Zhan Beiheng did not win, and neither did she lose. Zhan Beiheng was so drunk that he had to be carried back to the palace on a spring stool by a maid. He waved his hand on the stool and said, "Commander Meng, take care … I won't … see you off …"
Meng Fuyao waved at the huge enamel vase in the hall. "Take care, Your Highness … I won't see you off …"
After that, she yawned and walked around the hall three times. Thinking that it was her home, she prepared to return to the inner hall to sleep. As she walked, she felt that it was too hot, so she took off her outer robe and put it on her arm. When she turned a corner, a guard came to greet her. She was about to order them to leave when a pair of slender hands suddenly reached out from the darkness and pulled her over.
That hand was very fragrant, with the smell of inferior fragrances that had been appraised by Sir Ingot. The hand gently pulled on Fuyao's sleeve and led her to an unused wing room in the garden. It was a place for the prince to rest and admire the flowers. One was bright while the other two were dark. The furnishings were exquisite and rarely used. After a long period of investigation, the Ninth Madam had finally chosen this place as the place to confess her love. Everything was ready except for the east wind. Tonight, the east wind came with the smell of alcohol. Very good, very good.
Fragrant and warm, with jade canopies and golden hooks, a golden incense burner, a mandarin duck sleeping on the mattress. The female mandarin duck was half covered with a thin veil, revealing her soft breasts. The silver-red silk dress was actually open at the front, and as she walked, her snow-white thighs could be seen. Summer was really a good weather, where one could wear very little and not be afraid of the cold.
Meng Fuyao immediately pounced on it.
She pounced on the soft … brocade mattress.
After rubbing against it twice, she felt that it was as smooth and cool as a certain someone's palm, so she leaned against it and stopped moving.
The Ninth Madam waited for a long time, but a certain someone was already snoring. The Ninth Madam once again looked up at the sky with sadness. She decided that since she had already abducted him to bed, the opportunity would not come again. No matter what, she had to do it first.
She went to unbutton Fuyao's inner robe.
There were many buttons, and by the third one, Fuyao was already a little sober.
With a slap, she scolded, "You scoundrel, taking advantage of me again!"
The Ninth Madam chuckled and breathed into Fuyao's ear. Her voice rippled, "Lady, if I don't take advantage of you, you can take advantage of me …"
Her fingers had just peeled off half of Fuyao's robe when she suddenly let out an "Ah". "What is this belt …"
Fuyao sobered up by a third and suddenly thought of her bra. 'Ah, if this treasure were to be seen by others, wouldn't my newly developed breasts be in danger?'
She immediately got up, pushed the Ninth Madam away, and turned to leave. The Ninth Madam smiled faintly, stretching out her snow-white thighs and hooking her jade-like feet.
Fuyao's robe was half undone, and her body fell backward onto the bed. The Ninth Madam pounced on her with a smile, and Fuyao rolled away, hurriedly gathering her inner robe and looking for her outer robe. Just as she was looking for the robe that she had thrown on the floor, she was once again grabbed by the octopus from behind. The octopus's sharp claws lifted and hooked, tearing her robe in half. Enraged, Fuyao pounced on it and started beating it up. The octopus thought that it was a very masculine move, so it welcomed it with a charming smile. Fuyao could not continue beating it, so she was pulled onto the bed.
The two of them fought on the bed, tangling together until their clothes were almost completely tangled. The Ninth Madam panted and slithered into Fuyao's embrace like a soft snake. "Good girl …"
While the good girl was busy tearing, a ray of light suddenly shone from afar, illuminating the red silk curtain and the Ninth Madam's body.
The Ninth Madam was shocked, and raised her hand to cover her eyes. Two rows of palace lanterns came from the garden, illuminating the three elegant rooms brightly. In the light of the door stood a black-faced Zhan Beiheng.
In the middle of an affair, the husband appeared. It was an unchangeable rule.
The wild mandarin duck on the bed panicked. The Ninth Madam panicked because she had been caught having an affair, while Fuyao was panicked because her inner robe was torn and her bra belt would be discovered!
She grabbed a piece of clothing and stuffed it into her inner robe. She raised her head and smiled at Zhan Beiheng with drunken eyes. "Your Highness … your bitch is thinking of love. Please bring her back."
Beside Zhan Beiheng, the guard captain of the prince's residence shouted coldly.
"How dare you, Fuyao! How dare you take liberties with His Highness's beloved concubine! "
"Did I? Did I? "Fuyao spread her hands and looked down at herself." My clothes are tidy … "
She stopped abruptly. The light shone brightly, illuminating her clothes. She was actually wearing a dudou!
The pink dudou was embroidered with lotus leaves and mandarin ducks. Under the light, the brocade was like water, and its luster was enchanting.
Zhan Beiheng's expression was clearly written — adulterous couple. You even put on my beloved concubine's dudou, and you still dare to say there's no affair?
Fuyao was filled with grief and indignation. It was completely dark, and yet she had grabbed a dudou!
The Ninth Madam covered her face and sobbed, causing Fuyao to be annoyed. She climbed off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and left. Zhan Beiheng stared at her with a livid face. She actually left just like that. He shouted, "Take her down!"
And so he took her down. Fuyao did not resist at all. With a thud, she fell to the ground and fell asleep again.
Zhan Beiheng lowered his head to look at the drunken Fuyao. He was a little confused as to why she did not make a move. With her martial arts skills, if she really wanted to force her way in, who could stop her? If she really did break in, it would have been fine. One should not wash one's dirty linen in public, so he could only pinch his nose. Who knew that she would really take him down? What should he do now? Should he really take her and send her to the Pandu Prefecture's prison? What kind of crime was that? If the commoners and the palace found out, he would be the one embarrassed.
He stood under the light for a long time, helplessly looking at the shameless woman who was sleeping soundly. Then, he glared at the Ninth Madam, who was still covering her face and crying. He waved his hand.
"Lock her in the woodshed!"
= = =
Fuyao was locked in the woodshed of the Heng Prince's residence to write a letter of repentance.
She lay on the ground, using the Ninth Madam's dudou as paper and the charcoal in the woodshed as a pen.
"I'm really silly, really. I only knew that a drunk person's self-control would decrease, and there would be some uncontrollable and unpredictable misunderstandings. I didn't know that this misunderstanding would also happen to me. That night when I was drunk in the Prince's Mansion, I thought it was hot and took off my clothes. When Madame Jiu saw it, she was probably afraid that I would catch a cold. Madame Jiu was very virtuous and remembered every time her subordinates took off their clothes. Madame Jiu came to me and asked me to put on my clothes, but I refused. I wanted to go home, but Madame Jiu didn't agree. After a few times of arguing, I looked down and saw that my clothes were scattered all over the floor, and my robe was not there. My robe would not disappear so easily, so I searched everywhere, and sure enough, it was not there. I panicked and searched everywhere on the bed, until the second half of the night, I searched under the quilt, and saw a piece of cloth shining under the bedding. I said, 'Okay, I finally found it.' I took it out and put it on. The material was similar, but the style was different.
I looked down and saw that the clothes were scattered all over the floor. My robe is not easily lost, so I searched everywhere. Sure enough, it was not there. I panicked and searched everywhere until midnight. I found something under the quilt and saw a piece of cloth. I said, 'Alright, I've finally found it.' I took it out and put it on. The material was similar, but the style was different. There were even flowers embroidered on it … I'm really silly, really. "
This peerless letter of repentance somehow spread to the outside of the Prince's mansion. Once it was published, it became all the rage in Pandu. For a time, the streets of Pandu were scrambling to buy the paper. So much so that when the people of Pandu met each other in the morning, their greeting had changed from "Have you eaten?" to "I'm so stupid, really."
Every night, Fuyao would climb out of the woodshed's window to steal wine from the big kitchen next door. When she was done, she would knock on the wood and shout, "I'm really silly, really!" Zhan Beiheng started to have a headache. If he let her go, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it. If he didn't let her go, he would become a laughing stock for no reason. That fellow would still look innocent. Madame Jiu would cry and not say a word, making it difficult for him to back down. He secretly cursed the guard who had woken him up that night. If he had known, he would have let them have the affair.
Wouldn't everything be fine after the affair was over? Pandu was in turmoil. The commander who had the affair in the woodshed was crying and screaming. Prince Heng was in a terrible situation. After two days of deadlock, someone finally came to help — Zhan Nancheng to summon Fuyao.
Early in the morning, a 'housekeeper' from the governor's residence quietly asked for an audience at the entrance of Prince Heng's residence. The guard did not dare to delay and quickly sent a message to Zhan Beiheng. Zhan Beiheng felt as if he had been pardoned and quickly invited the god of plague out of the woodshed. The 'housekeeper' smiled and waited at the entrance of the reception pavilion. Zhan Beiheng looked at him again and again. He felt that this person had an ordinary appearance, but he was tall and elegant. He had a good demeanor and temperament. Although he was standing humbly in a corner, everyone who passed by would see him at first glance and could not help but take a few more glances. Furthermore, when this person had come to greet Fuyao, he had been neither servile nor overbearing. Where did he find such a talent?
Dregs Meng arrived drunkenly. When he saw the "butler", he first narrowed his eyes and then paused in his steps, as if he wanted to flee. When he saw Zhan Beiheng sitting on top and looking at him, he grinned and greeted, "You're here."
The 'housekeeper' smiled and bowed slightly. "Master, are you well? I'm here to bring you back. "
Zhan Beiheng vaguely felt that Fuyao seemed to be trembling, but he quickly confirmed that he was seeing things. She was clearly smiling happily. "Well said, well said." She went over to pull his sleeve and bowed crookedly. "Thank you for your magnanimity, Your Highness. I … uh, I'll take my leave now."
The housekeeper held Fuyao's palm and led her out slowly. Suddenly, Zhan Beiheng said coldly, "You're leaving just like that?"
The two of them turned around. Before Fuyao could say anything, the housekeeper smiled and said, "Do you have any other orders, Your Highness?"
Zhan Beiheng raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Take her away." He clapped his hands and a beautiful lady in a cloak slowly walked out of the back hall.
It was the Ninth Madam.
Fuyao's face turned green and she quickly waved her hands. "No, no, no, no …"
Zhan Beiheng looked at her, amused and annoyed at the same time. "Commander Meng, do you really think that I would want a broken flower that you've touched?"
"I'm innocent …" Fuyao threw herself at his knees. "I didn't even touch a hair, let alone touch her. I'm so stupid, really …"
"Stop!" Zhan Beiheng quickly stopped her. "Commander Meng, you're too willful. If you've taken a fancy to the Ninth Madam, just tell me. Do you think I can't bear to part with a woman? Why do you have to be so sneaky? Don't you think it's bad to spread rumors all over the city? "
"I'm so stupid, really …"
"Stop!" Zhan Beiheng waved his hand. "Go, go. You can do whatever you want with this woman."
She raised her head and looked at Zhan Beiheng innocently. "Can I not?"
"Sure." Zhan Beiheng sneered and handed over a sword. "Commander, please help me kill this slut so that my hands won't be dirtied."
Fuyao, who had been beaming with joy just a moment ago, immediately deflated and said unhappily, "Alright then."
The butler looked at Fuyao with a faint smile. "Congratulations, Master. It looks like I'll have to take care of your wedding."
Meng Fuyao smiled foolishly and poured the wine on the butler. "Go do what you need to do," she muttered.
The butler stared at Fuyao for a long time before reaching out to carry her. He bowed to Zhan Beiheng. "My apologies, Your Highness."
Zhan Beiheng waved his hand, feeling a headache coming on.
The butler carried Fuyao into the palanquin, not forgetting to order another palanquin for the Ninth Madam. He did not get out of the palanquin either. He sat with Fuyao in his arms and smiled steadily. "Master, you can't escape punishment by pretending to be drunk."
Fuyao squinted her eyes and raised her head, giggling. She was still drunk. These few days, she had gotten rid of someone's surveillance in Prince Heng's residence. In order to be an idiot commander, she drank to her heart's content. Her mind was in a state of euphoria. The flowers were red, the sky was blue, the palanquin was spinning, and Zhangsun Wuji, who was dressed in green and wearing a small hat, was sultry.
She placed her hand on his chest and tilted her head, smiling at him. "Zhangsun Wuji, why do I feel that you're even more sultry in this green robe than you are in the crown prince's formal attire?"
"Is that so?" Zhangsun Wuji looked at her with a smile. He looked at the half-drunk girl who usually resisted close physical contact and did not realize the position she was in. The two of them were in the small palanquin. Fuyao's entire body was on Zhangsun Wuji's lap, and she was nestled in his arms. Her blushing face was pressed against his shoulder. Her hair and gaze were soft and lingering, as if she had been soaked in wine. Even her breath exuded an intoxicating fragrance.
The half-drunk Fuyao who did not realize that she was in the mouth of a wolf, who had finally temporarily forgotten about her longing to return home. How could he not taste her?
That would be too much of a waste. He had waited for so long, afraid of triggering the poison of her love lock, so he did not dare to approach her.
Besides, didn't she say that she should go do what she had to do?
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. In the narrow palanquin that he had specially chosen, he carried Fuyao and nimbly flipped their bodies. Suddenly, they were in a position where he was on top and she was on top. Through the difference in their physiques, he created an absolute physical oppression and completely occupied the space that Fuyao could move around in.
His knee was pressed against hers, and his arm was around her neck, which was wrapped in a soft cloud. Her jet-black hair cascaded down like water, flowing over the back of his hand as smooth as satin.
He smiled, the light in his eyes like wine. The wine was clear and cold, reflecting her slightly enchanting eyes. Her cheeks were pink, and the tender and beautiful spring would forever stop here.
She murmured and refused, "Zhangsun Wuji, don't take advantage of me when I'm in a precarious situation …"
However, it was in exchange for him leaning down even more deeply.
The wind that came from some highland swept over her forehead, bringing with it a distant and elegant aura that was closest to the sky. The wind carried the green of spring grass, the fragrance of summer night lotus, the flowing of chrysanthemums in autumn, and the heavy accumulation of winter snow. It was as distinct as the four seasons, as mellow and ever-changing as the four seasons. The wind stopped on her forehead and went all the way down, passing through the mountains and ravines, passing through thousands of miles of territory, all the way to her world, like a continuous spring rain.
She suddenly felt a little suffocated, and couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, wanting to take in more air. However, in exchange, she was like a fish, nimbly and nimbly breaking through the barriers, attacking her holy land that no one had ever seen before. His taste was soft and clear, like an almond. At the beginning, there was a refreshing and slightly bitter taste, but the aftertaste was an endless, lingering fragrance. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was everywhere, low-key, gorgeous, bright … the fragrance of a king.
She couldn't help but moan softly, not willing to indulge him or herself like this. However, because of this moan, he hugged her even tighter. Her arms were locked in his embrace. The warmth that seeped into the heart of the summer was like a piece of nephrite. There was a kind of shocking comfort that made people want to sink into it forever. Or perhaps it was lying in the clouds, resisting the gentleness of life's first sweetness, floating in the air, intoxicated in this life and unwilling to fall back into the world again.
However, in that moment of intoxication, something in the depths of her heart immediately tugged at it. She moved her body and slightly tilted her head.
His breath swept past her lips, and the corner of her mouth was imprinted with his unique taste. He considerately loosened his body slightly and looked down at her with pity. The peach blossoms on her cheeks had already bloomed to the ends of the earth, and even her jade-like neck was stained with a touch of charming pink.
The sedan chair swayed leisurely. In the narrow space, their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, and their bodies could not help but lightly bump against each other. Their heat was transmitted to and fro through the thin clothes … Someone's breathing quickened again.
Zhangsun Wuji lovingly hugged Fuyao. Her hair was instantly drenched in sweat, and her jet-black hair stuck to her fair skin, like a snowy mountain that was gradually melting under the sun. He reached out and gently hooked a strand of hair, gently twirling it at the tip of his finger. Then, he pulled his own hair over, and the two strands intertwined, waiting to be tied.
At this moment, it was time to tie his hair.
Suddenly, Fuyao struggled with all her might.
She saw the overflowing light in his eyes, saw the deep affection in his eyes, saw his slender fingers gently holding each other's hair, and saw the sunlight pouring in through the cracks of the window, illuminating the two strands of hair that were equally glossy and glossy. She could almost imagine the most beautiful, brightest, and smoothest knot in the world.
However, just as the hair was about to be tied, a strand of white hair, a pair of hands, and a rolled-up fairy tale book suddenly flashed before her eyes.
She suddenly jumped up.
In this narrow space that was almost impossible to move, she jumped with all her might.
"Boom!"
The roof of the sedan chair was lifted.
Like a rabbit, Fuyao scuttled out from the top of the sedan chair.
The well-trained sedan bearers of the commander's residence had already been instructed to ignore ordinary movements, so they pretended not to notice the sedan chair's swaying and moving. However, how could they resist the force of Fuyao's all-out jump? The four of them only felt a strong impact. Their hands went limp, and the sedan chair fell to the ground. When they turned around, Fuyao was already standing on the ruins of the sedan chair.
Behind her, the elegant temporary housekeeper walked out from the ruins of the sedan chair with his hands clasped behind his back. He was still smiling. "The commander is drunk. She thinks this is her training hall."
Fuyao raised her head and turned her head vigorously to look at the sky. Her posture was fierce and resolute, but there was a suspicious layer of pink on her neck.
Zhangsun Wuji had already waved his hand, and the guards immediately brought two horses over. The Crown Prince personally handed over the reins and smiled. "Please get on the horses."
So there were horses! Fuyao was furious. She glared at him and asked, "Then why did you have to drag me into the sedan chair?"
The Crown Prince smiled. The sedan chair was a must since it was likely to break down. The horses should also be prepared so that they could be used as transportation in the future.
…
= = = =
Commander Meng had married a concubine.
The commander's residence held a few wedding banquets and invited all the military colleagues to drink. During the banquet, there were naturally people who teased the 'undergarment' commander. The drunken groom replied, "I'm really stupid, really."
Everyone laughed and sent them into the bridal chamber. Everyone was envious as they watched Fuyao happily enter the bridal chamber. 'This kid is so lucky to have slept with His Highness's woman. His Highness didn't even do anything serious to him and just gave her to him. If I had known, I would have hooked up with him too …'
Zhan Nancheng had naturally heard of the famous' I'm really stupid 'joke. Even though he was deeply worried, he couldn't help but smile. However, he quickly frowned. The imperial army that was fighting across the Yi River had not been able to gain any advantage against Zhan Beiye. What was even worse was that after some of the military forces that had first submitted to Zhan Beiye, some of the generals of the border armies and garrisons in the country who had been on the sidelines were also somewhat uneasy. Right now, he urgently needed a victory to reverse the unfavorable situation. However, this victory seemed to be completely far away from him.
Zhan Beiye was the number one general of the Tiansha Dynasty. Even in the entire Five Continents, he was definitely one of the best. According to the analysis of military experts who had nothing better to do, other than the Everlasting Crown Prince, who had never personally fought on the battlefield, Zhan Beiye could be said to be the number one general.
This was also the reason why Zhan Nancheng had mobilized tens of thousands of troops to surround and kill him. If he couldn't kill him quickly, there would be endless trouble in the future. Now, the trouble had come.
Zhan Nancheng sighed and felt even more worried. He didn't know why the Crown Prince had suddenly contracted a strange illness. He was always unconscious and listless. The imperial physicians couldn't tell what was going on. They invited famous doctors all over the world, but still couldn't find a clear answer.
As he was depressed, Zhan Nancheng felt more and more lonely. He found it strange that he had been living like this in the past. Why did he suddenly feel lonely? After thinking for a long time, he remembered that Fuyao had been on marriage leave and hadn't been to the palace for a while.
Usually, listening to this kid's nonsense annoyed him. Now that he was gone, he felt empty. Zhan Nancheng laughed and cursed in his heart. 'This damned kid. Why would he take' marriage leave 'when he married a concubine?'
The atmosphere of lethargy gradually subsided. Candles were lit in the Qianan Palace. The old eunuch, Eunuch Hua, directed the younger eunuchs to hang the palace lanterns. He was all smiles as he spoke. Zhan Nancheng slowly walked over to eavesdrop and heard him talking about the romantic anecdotes of Commander Meng's family. Commander Meng was having a ball at home and his new concubine was wearing a backless dress. Tsk tsk … A group of eunuchs giggled and turned to look at Zhan Nancheng.
Zhan Nancheng's interest was suddenly piqued. 'Hey, that kid has a new wife. Isn't she a little mature? Let's go take a look! It's also a way to relax. '
Ever since the assassination attempt, he had rarely left the palace. This time, he followed a large group of people. When he entered the Meng Residence quietly, he saw that it was indeed very lively. Meng Fuyao had brought a group of maids and children and had invited her military colleagues and their families to a masquerade ball.
She was happy to see Zhan Nancheng. After greeting him, she pulled him to put on a mask and dance. Although Zhan Nancheng was curious, he firmly refused. 'What a joke. Wearing a mask and blending in with the crowd? Wouldn't I be finished if someone stabbed me in the back? '
Fuyao did not force him. She sat with him and called the new concubine to pay her respects to the Emperor. Zhan Nancheng had seen this concubine before in Zhan Beiheng's residence. Now that he saw her dressed up strangely and her face full of joy, he could not help but smile. He comforted her with a few words and let her go.
The Nine Immortals flew off like butterflies. Fuyao came over and repeatedly asked Zhan Nancheng to rest in the inner hall. She said that the garden was too lively and she was afraid that it would disturb His Majesty. Zhan Nancheng waved his hand and did not move. His heart was clouded and depressed. He wanted to take a good look at the joys of the mortal world to relieve himself.
He leaned against the railing of the pavilion and let Fuyao dance while he drank tea. He frowned as he thought about the Crown Prince's mysterious illness.
Suddenly, he heard a conversation between two women behind a bush behind the pavilion.
One of them said, "Madam Meng, you're so lucky. Look at how your leader dressed you up. This red jewel necklace must be worth a thousand gold pieces."
"That's right." It was the Ninth Spirit, the simple-minded one. She said smugly, "My old master says that a good woman needs jewels to complement her. Diamonds last forever."
She seemed to be showing off the jade bracelet on her wrist. She smiled like a silver bell. "Sister, let me tell you, you have to be accurate in judging people. I'm lucky to have chosen my master. If it were in the past … hmph."
As Zhan Nancheng listened, he felt that it was not appropriate for the ruler of a country to listen to two women. He was about to walk away when he heard this, but he could not help but laugh. The Ninth Spirit was really bold and shameless. It was obviously a dishonorable thing to do. If he had not hinted to Bei Heng to give her to Fuyao during the two days when they were locked in the woodshed, the two of them would have either sold their brothels or been demoted. If it were anyone else, they would have tried to hide it. But she was the one who brought it up.
The woman who had been conversing with the Ninth Spirit was silent as well, as though she had not expected the Ninth Spirit to be so brainless. After a moment, she forced herself to say, "I heard that His Highness King Heng treated you well back then as well...."
"What good?" The Ninth Spirit snorted. "All he said was that he gave me his most precious things and told me to keep them well. But it's just a bunch of rotten paper and people. He locked them in a box and even touched the floor in my house. He's so mysterious. I can't read, and he doesn't allow me to ask. It doesn't look like a title deed either. His Highness … he's such a reticent person …"
Their conversation gradually faded into the distance. Behind the pavilion, Zhan Nancheng was silent. He slowly put down his teacup. After a while, he straightened up and walked out.
Meng Fuyao, who was drenched in sweat, rushed over. Seeing that he was about to leave, she asked in surprise, "Why are you leaving, Your Majesty? It's my fault. I shouldn't have fooled around. "
"It's none of your business. It's time to return to the palace." Zhan Nancheng waved his hand and smiled. "It's too late at night. It's easy to get into trouble walking at night."
"Yes." Meng Fuyao immediately bowed. "I'll send a team of brothers from the Flying Leopard Camp to see you off, Your Majesty."
"Mm." Zhan Nancheng smiled at her. "Change to your own Flying Fox Camp. The Flying Leopard Camp is often in the palace. It's time to change shifts. Sometimes, it's not good to be too close to someone."
Meng Fuyao smiled and bowed, sending him off. She watched Zhan Nancheng's hurried back disappear into the night. After a long time, a fleeting smile appeared on her face.
It was a fleeting smile, like a poisonous datura blooming in the night.
= = =
Three days later, the capital was shaken by a thunderbolt.
Zhan Beiheng, the most respected prince in the Tiansha Imperial Family, the one who controlled all the important affairs of the internal and external court, the most beloved and trusted younger brother of His Majesty, the Invincible Prince of the Tiansha Iron Lion Sect, was suddenly imprisoned!
On the 19th of the eighth month, the imperial guards surrounded Prince Heng's residence. They quickly took control of all the guards in the residence. The ministers of the external court personally led a team to search the residence. They went straight to the residence of the most favored concubine, the Ninth Spirit, and dug three feet into the ground.
On the 20th of the eighth month, Prince Heng was detained in the Heavenly Prison. Guo was stripped of his title and was awaiting trial.
Within three days, the Imperial Guard Army's Crimson Cavalry was like thunder and dark clouds, pouring out of the wide-open Crimson Palace gate like a tide, flowing into the nobles of Pandu. They were dispatched everywhere, investigating the remaining members of the party and arresting the accomplices. Zhan Nancheng repeatedly issued orders, with the force of thunder, mobilizing and purging all the organizations and armies that Zhan Bei Heng's forces could set foot in in the past. As for those who were labeled as part of the Heng Party or were too close to Zhan Bei Heng, not a single one escaped. The people of Pandu were in a state of panic, shrouded in an atmosphere of panic.
The case caused a sensation in Pandu. Zhan Beiheng had always had 3,000 followers, and many people wanted to redress his grievances. Unexpectedly, just as someone in the imperial court mentioned it, Zhan Nancheng sneered and threw down a pile of things — those were the many prohibited items and internal tributes found in the residence, as well as a number of human puppets with the birth of the Crown Prince and His Majesty carved on them.
The Witchcraft Case!
Everyone immediately fell silent and retreated with cold sweat on their foreheads. Throughout the dynasties, the Witchcraft Case had always been a taboo that could not be touched, especially in the royal family. The art of witchcraft was especially taboo. Once it was involved, a hundred deaths would not be enough to atone for it.
A sentence floated in everyone's heart.
Prince Heng was finished!
The case came like a thunderbolt. There was no prior news, and Prince Heng did not even have the slightest preparation before he became a prisoner. In the past, his trusted aides were either killed or replaced. Zhan Nancheng had been in the capital for many years, and although he was in charge of many affairs, he had slowly planted many connections over the years. Most of these people were implicated, but what surprised everyone was that the person closest to Prince Heng, Commander Meng, whose own concubine was an old acquaintance of Prince Heng, was the only one who was not implicated. She continued to be her commander peacefully and was even more highly regarded. This was no longer an anomaly in the imperial court, but a miracle.
It was said that when Prince Heng's case started, there were people who accused Meng Fuyao of instigating Prince Heng to be a disloyal subject. However, Zhan Nancheng did not say anything. At that time, Zhan Nancheng stared at the memorial and carefully thought through the entire matter. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that Meng Fuyao could not have done anything to it. The Ninth Madam refused to accept it, and it was he who ordered Zhan Beiheng to give it to him. The day he went to the commander's residence was completely a spur of the moment idea, and no one knew about it. When he went to the residence to watch the ball, Meng Fuyao had repeatedly invited him to rest in the inner hall, and had no intention of making him stay in the garden to listen to the conversation. Everything was just a coincidence. Who could have such shocking intelligence to be able to count all these coincidences as a good move?
Zhan Nancheng thought about it for a long time. How could a person like Meng Fuyao set up such a scheme that stretched for thousands of miles? Thus, Meng Fuyao continued to be a well-liked commander. During the day, she fooled around in the camp, and at night, she went home to think of ways to harm people.
It was the end of the eighth month of the seventh year of the Tiansha Millennium. For a long period of time, there was no rain. The atmosphere in the imperial court of Tiansha was as gloomy as the weather. Military orders, rations, and supplies were continuously sent out to the banks of the Yi River, but they still could not stop the increasingly powerful Cang Dragon Army. The imperial court's army was on the verge of collapse, and they became more and more frightened. Once the Yi River was crossed, there would no longer be a city in the hinterland of Tiansha that could stop the Cang Dragon Army. The whole of Tiansha was facing the enemy head-on!
Night of the twenty-fourth month of the seventh year of the Tiansha Millennium. The atmosphere was tense in Pandu, and the atmosphere was relaxed in Commander Meng's residence.
In the reception hall, Commander Meng was happily playing her homemade mahjong game. The loser was punished to eat peanuts — they were not allowed to hold them with their hands.
Actually, Meng Fuyao wanted to see handsome men eating peanuts. How cute would that be … She smiled as she shuffled the tiles. 'I used to be an expert in mahjong, and I relied on this to earn pocket money for my roommates. Just wait to lick the peanuts in front of everyone, haha …'
Yun Hen lost the first round. He coldly drew his sword, and Meng Fuyao's face turned pale. 'Ah, brother, if you don't want to make a fool of yourself, just tell me. There's no need to use a knife or a gun, right?'
Yun Hen drew his sword, and with a flash of sword light, the corner of the table with the peanuts fell like tofu. The peanuts bounced up and landed in his mouth.
…
Zong Yue lost the second round. The Mongolian physician slowly glanced at the peanuts, shook his sleeves, and … the peanuts disappeared.
Meng Fuyao was not satisfied. She was eating the peanuts, not letting them destroy the evidence. Zong Yue smiled at her. "This is the latest corpse powder. You can try it next time?"
…
In the third round, Zhangsun Wuji finally lost. Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. "No weapons, no drugs!"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and nodded. He was very cooperative. Meng Fuyao was gratified that she could finally see the Crown Prince's indecent side.
In the end, the prince snapped his fingers, and Sir Ingot, who was squatting by the table, immediately picked up the peanuts and put them into his mouth.
The Crown Prince chewed gracefully and nodded. "Very fragrant."
…
Before the third round was over, someone knocked on the window. Meng Fuyao's face darkened, and she walked to the window. In the darkness, a black light flashed, and a small wax pellet shot into her palm.
"That guy must have won …" She smiled. She walked to the table and spread the pellet out. The others gathered around, concerned.
There was a piece of paper on the table. The paper was not particular, and it was still stained with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Just by unrolling it, one could feel the smell of a bloody battlefield.
What was even more careless on the paper were a few large words dripping with ink, like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes:
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