Zhan Beiye looked at the city gate tower.
Her eyes were originally on him, but the moment that person appeared, she turned her head and said something with a hint of surprise. Then, he saw that her eyes were filled with brilliance, like the flowers that covered the mountains and plains had bloomed in an instant.
The flowers bloomed on the city gate, in the strong wind, in the distant dark imperial city. It was so beautiful that it could not be captured.
Zhan Beiye suddenly raised his hand and slowly pressed on a certain spot on his chest.
A gust of wind blew past, and it was cold. A bloody hole.
Half a year, a thousand miles back and forth, fleeing in secret … He had never stopped preparing his forces … He had never slept or rested … He had fought for thousands of miles … Half a year, in just half a year, he had passed through the dangerous Land of Tian Sha, and then led his troops into one city after another. He had swung the blade of war, and in an instant, he had passed through the land of blood and fire, splitting the land for thousands of miles … He had created a military miracle, but only he knew that it was a miracle of yearning.
He had not dismounted from his horse for seven days and seven nights, and when he was the most tired, he had fallen off his horse. He had been afraid of delaying the opportunity to advance with his wounds, and even now, the wounds on his body were still bleeding. He had taken the risk to barge into the enemy's camp at night, and had almost fallen into the enemy's camp. He had marched for three days, just to ambush the enemy first, so that he could seize the initiative. He had fought against the heavens, against the earth, against the enemy, and against time, just to reach Pan Du earlier. His soldiers were like blades, and his battle flags fluttered in the wind. He had never changed his direction — her direction.
And today, under the city gate tower, when the two armies finally met, he had finally seen her.
But they had met like this.
He pressed on his chest, and suddenly felt a little lost. All that pain and tossing, all that charging and sprinting, all that impatience and impatience, was it all for this, meeting?
It turned out that yearning was like a needle, poking holes all over one's body, and every hole was bleeding from the heart.
Zhan Beiye finally put down his hand slowly, and let out a long sigh. He turned his head, and his arm swung down heavily!
"Attack!" The sound of the bugle horn pierced through the crimson light of dawn. The sounds of battle were as ferocious as tigers leaping out of their claws. The army was like a forest of blades and spears, and a bloody wind swept across the plains. Zhan Beiye reined in his horse and looked up, standing tall in the midst of all this.
His black hair fluttered in the breeze like a flag. A war flag!
This vast landscape map was not enough to cover the shackles in his heart. It was used to wipe his dusty boots. Without the awkward position, endless plots, and family ties, he could go further and freer on the road to pursue her.
Who told you that if Zhangsun Wuji took a step forward, Zhan Beiye would have to take a step back?
He didn't want to meet like this, and he didn't want to admit defeat in this battle!
Who would admit defeat? Who would lose? Her smile is like a flower, but her heart is far away. She is still young and unmarried. As long as she doesn't wear a phoenix crown and wear a rainbow dress and enter your Shangyang Palace, I, Zhan Beiye, will never admit defeat!
'Zhangsun Wuji, I will definitely snatch Meng Fuyao from you!'
= = = =
Meng Fuyao didn't know that Zhan Beiye, who was at the bottom of the city, had changed in an instant.
She looked at Zhangsun Wuji, who was dressed as a guard, with some surprise and mouthed to him, "Why are you here?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly. "How could I not be here at a critical moment?"
Meng Fuyao smiled, thinking that he was talking about the most critical moment of the Heavenly Fiend Dynasty's destruction. She didn't think of anything else. She turned around and saw that Kou Zhongshu and a few other generals who were originally in charge of the defense had been restrained by the 'families of the two residences'. They were glaring at her with ashen faces, and the soldiers were in a state of panic. She couldn't help but smile. Zhangsun Wuji reminded her, "Pandu's soldiers are valiant and have always taken pride in being the strongest city in the world. You'll have to put in a lot of effort to convince them to surrender without a fight …"
Meng Fuyao smiled proudly and patted him. "Brother, I allow you to worship me."
She took a step forward and announced, "His Majesty has passed away!"
With a loud crash, the soldiers who were still resisting turned around and looked at Meng Fuyao in panic.
Meng Fuyao said calmly, "The palace has been conquered, His Majesty has passed away, and the generals have been beheaded … Brothers, are you still going to risk your lives here for nothing? Those who abandon the darkness for the light will be His Majesty's meritorious subjects. If you continue to resist stubbornly, then … "She pointed at the ferocious Blue Dragon Army below." Millions of brave soldiers, three feet of Dragon Spring, shall be set for you! "
The soldiers looked at each other in dismay. Meng Fuyao looked at the generals and said meaningfully, "His Majesty is benevolent, and the world respects him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lead his troops straight to the gates of Pandu in a few months. Now that the situation is over, a wise man submits to circumstances. Will you be rewarded by the new Emperor and be bestowed the title of His Majesty? From now on, your wives and children will be bestowed the title of His Majesty, and you will have a meteoric rise. Or will you die in vain on the city walls, leaving your families to die in the flames of war … Everyone, make your own decisions!"
She turned around and was about to descend the city walls when Kou Zhongshu, who was behind her, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and cursed, "You shameless second official!"
"You're right," Meng Fuyao laughed. "What I've respected the most in my life are second officials! Now that I've finally become one, I'm really happy! "
The entire city was stunned as they stared at Meng Fuyao, who had always been a maverick and even said that she was willing to be a second-in-command. Why wasn't he afraid when everyone in the world valued his reputation and reputation? Was he really not afraid of going down in history for thousands of years to come?
Meng Fuyao only smiled and thought of the famous' first official '. Old Zhou Imperial Tutor, you can rest in peace!
Kou Zhongshu was still cursing and shouting, "As an official, we should be loyal to the dynasty. How can we surrender without a fight …"
"Smack!" Meng Fuyao blocked his mouth with a stone and knocked out three of his teeth. She took a step forward and said fiercely, "Of course you have to be loyal to the dynasty. Zhan Nancheng gave you an official title, a luxurious house, beautiful concubines, and gold jewels. You've enjoyed all the blessings he's given you, so no one should stop you if you want to be loyal. But what right do you have to drag these bitter, low-level brothers who have never had a good life to die with you? Zhan Nancheng persecuted the loyal and good, so it's only right for us to follow the new master! Every dog has its day. You'll accompany your master to hell, and we'll follow him to the clouds. Just you wait and see! "
The top of the city walls was silent. Only the sounds of battle cries could be heard from below, and the murderous aura became more and more distinct. Everyone was secretly calculating in their hearts. Meng Fuyao had used kinship as an attack, and her words were straightforward and tempting. Even the righteous title had been given to her, which had won the hearts of these low-level officers. Yes, it was only right for an official to be loyal, but what right did they have to send themselves to their deaths? If they died, then so be it. How could their families be innocent? Besides, King Lie was famous throughout the world, and was known for his kindness and love for his people. Fighting to the death with such a person was really uninspiring.
The defense at the top of the city walls slackened, and the ferocious attack from below was immediate. A tall Blue Dragon soldier was the first to climb up to the top of the city walls. He subconsciously raised his sword and slashed at a soldier in front of him. The soldier saw the dazzling sword light and turned around, tearing off a piece of his white robe and waving it at the Blue Dragon soldier. "We surrender!"
His words broke the deadlock and silence, and immediately, the cheers were like a tide.
"We surrender!"
The clattering of weapons on the ground echoed. Some people raised white flags, some began to flee, and even more rushed down the city walls to open the city gates. Kou Zhongshu closed his eyes in pain. The invincible first city in the world had finally been destroyed by the hands of vile people. The soldiers who had always been proud of the unbreakable legend of Pandu and had always been known to defend the city had actually abandoned their weapons because of a few words!
What he did not understand was that the situation, status, kinship, and righteousness were the four great strategies to attack the heart.
Meng Fuyao ignored him, smiling as she followed Zhangsun Wuji down the stairs. The city gates were already on the verge of collapse under the ferocious attack of the Blue Dragon Army. Hundreds of soldiers worked together to open the gates. The dark gates slowly opened, revealing a ray of bright sunlight. A black horse galloped through the broken sunlight, stirring up a cloud of dust.
He was welcoming Meng Fuyao, who was walking down the last step.
The rider on the horse was travel-worn, but he still had a handsome posture. He sat on the horse like an unbending pine tree. His black robe fluttered with crimson patterns, like a ball of fire lit up between the cliffs, leaping between the boundless sea and the vast mountains.
He went straight for Meng Fuyao, galloping without stopping. Meng Fuyao stood on the last step with a smile, looking at Zhan Beiye's blazing gaze. She waited for his signature laugh, for him to wave at her and say, "Fuyao, we finally meet again in Pandu!"
In the end … Zhan Beiye did not say anything.
He whipped his horse and galloped like an arrow. He did not stop when he passed by her, but instead brushed past her in astonishment. Then, he stooped down and scooped her up in his arms.
Before Meng Fuyao could react, Zhan Beiye had already thrown her onto the horse. With one hand on the reins and the other on her waist, he quickly galloped past Zhangsun Wuji. Behind him, the guards swept past like a black carpet, and dust billowed as they rushed into the city.
Zhangsun Wuji stood motionless, smiling as he coughed in the dust. He watched as Meng Fuyao was swept away by Zhan Beiye at lightning speed. He shook his head silently and looked down at Yuan Bao in his arms. "See, this is how bandits are trained."
Yuan Bao stroked his beard and thought to himself, 'If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence …'
He thought to himself, 'Or maybe it's like this: if you explode in silence, you will most likely die in silence …'
Zhangsun Wuji hugged Yuan Bao and leaned back slightly. Looking at the dust that was swept away, he said, "We have to win people over with virtue …"
Meng Fuyao, who was unlucky enough to be captured, only reacted after being swept three miles away. She flew into a rage and threw a vicious punch at him. "Zhan Beiye, are you even human? Put me down! "
The punch was so heavy that Zhan Beiye's body shrank and he let out a groan, but he did not loosen his grip. Meng Fuyao felt something strange under her elbow, and when she tilted her body to take a look, she saw that his black robe seemed to have turned darker, and a dark circle of liquid was slowly expanding. She could smell a faint smell of blood … She looked up at the sky, thinking, 'Why do I always end up doing things that I don't mean to …'
The city was in chaos. Zhan Beiye's army was busy taking over the city's defenses, the beacon tower, and the granary, military, and armory. Another army followed Zhan Beiye to the palace. Above her, Zhan Beiye did not make a sound, only holding Meng Fuyao tightly in his arms. His cloak covered her heavily, and his masculine scent, mixed with the faint smell of blood and smoke, seeped into her nostrils. Meng Fuyao raised her head and furrowed her brows in the dark. She realized that the smell of blood on Zhan Beiye's body was so strong that he was most likely injured. She had many ways to break free from him, but no matter what method she used, it would tear his wounds apart unless she struck his acupoints … She sighed. 'Now is not the time to strike his acupoints …'
Zhan Beiye was not like Zhangsun Wuji, who would shamelessly use his own injuries to gain the concession of a hard-hearted person with a good conscience. He did not even think about what Meng Fuyao was going through at the moment. He was only happy that the beauty in his arms was no longer struggling and beating him up. After a wild gallop, he saw Zhangsun Wuji standing beside her at the bottom of the city gate tower. His dispirited anger was gradually vented, and he smiled. 'Sigh, it seems like Meng Fuyao has finally learned to be gentle after not seeing him for half a year?' As he thought about it, he felt a little depressed. 'Could it be that her gentleness was taught by Zhangsun Wuji?'
The horse's body rose and fell, and their bodies collided lightly. Zhan Beiye could not help but tense up because she was in his arms. He felt her back lightly touching his chest, and he could feel the beautiful curves of her body through her clothes. He felt her messy hair on her neck, and one strand rose up to rest on his sweaty chin. He did not want to twist his head and break that strand of hair, so he bit it with his teeth. It was only an extremely thin strand of hair, but he could actually taste the sweetness that belonged to her.
From his position, he could only see the top of her head. The knot of her hair had been accidentally pulled by him, and the loose hair revealed a few strands. He quietly blew on the hair and counted the strands. One, two, three … Sigh, she actually had three strands. No wonder she was so stubborn. He then looked at her small and pure white earlobes. They were like two pearls, but they did not have piercings. He immediately felt that ears without piercings were the most beautiful in this world. If he pierced two holes on such beautiful earlobes, that would be a waste.
As he thought about it, he could not help but want to pinch it. He wanted to know if that lustrous feeling could be transmitted all the way to the bottom of his hand, or if he wanted to move his hand down to her delicate and thin shoulder. He felt that she seemed to have lost some weight after not seeing her for half a year. She was beautiful, but it was better to be sturdier. Looking at her at ease … Zhan Beiye's gaze swept past that shoulder, and he snorted coldly … Since Zhangsun Wuji and Zong Yue were both here, why didn't they protect her? It seemed that he would be more at ease. After this matter was settled, he would give her full, free, everything that no one would be able to stop.
As he thought about it, he was a little dazed with joy. His hand, which was on Fuyao's waist, gently moved to her shoulder.
With just a slight movement, he opened up a little space below his side.
With a whoosh, a beautiful black figure flipped over his shoulder and landed firmly behind him. Fuyao's light voice rang in his ears with a hint of laughter and rebuke. "Zhan Beiye, are you born in the year of the wolf? Be careful, or I'll chop off your claws. "
Zhan Beiye's beautiful black brows furrowed, and he glanced back at her. 'Meng Fuyao, do you know what it means to be unable to restrain yourself?'
Of course, Meng Fuyao did not understand. To her, any man who touched her from her neck to her knees without her consent was considered a pervert, including Zhangsun Wuji. Fortunately, she was not the petty type who liked to fuss over something. She was very happy to be reunited with Zhan Beiye after such a long time. She could not help but whisper in his ear about the results of her recent battle, from Zhenwu's snatching of the champion position, to infiltrating the imperial camp, to scheming against Zhan Beiheng, to slowly gaining power, to plotting against Zhan Nancheng, and everything that she had done today. Of course, she was smart enough to omit the injuries, attacks, and disdain that she had suffered. Even so, she did not realize that Zhan Beiye's face was turning darker and darker as she listened. In the end, it was as if he was the bottom of a pot.
"Let me tell you, that damned Zhan Nancheng. The place where he hid the Tiger Tally was still so treacherous. I wonder what the hell is in the beast head on the right. Oh my god, even tears are killing weapons. Luckily, I'm a man with a courtyard full of red apricots, a pear blossom suppressing a begonia …"
"Meng! Fuyao! Fuyao! "
A low roar interrupted her excitedly bragging about the results of her battle. Meng Fuyao widened her eyes in shock as she watched Zhan Beiye turn around with an incomparably ugly expression. His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck and forehead were all bulging. His expression was terrifying.
"Are you out of your mind? Who asked you to be so meddlesome? That's the Divine Guardian Beast of the Tiansha Imperial Palace, the most venomous beast in the world, Zi Xu! Not only is its tears poisonous, even a single strand of its hair can kill you ten thousand times over! "
Meng Fuyao blinked her eyes. She was a little conflicted about the words' who asked you to be so meddlesome ', but after some thought, she decided to be magnanimous and understand him. She mumbled, "Didn't I still kill it …"
"That's because you're lucky!" Zhan Beiye fiercely interrupted her again. "Back then, Tiansha's number one swordsman, Xue Wuxie, who took the champion position in the True Martial Arts Meet, died under Zi Xu's claws! As long as that thing scratches even a little bit of your skin, not even Da Luo Jin Xian can save you! You, you, you … "He was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he almost lost control of the reins." You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Be it the Tiger Tally or the power of the imperial camp, are they worth your life? Muddleheaded! "
"Damn it, you're the muddleheaded one!" The cannon was immediately ignited, and Meng Fuyao jumped up from her horse in a rage. "Zhan Beiye, you bastard! I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and you're already scolding me the moment we meet? Are you out of your mind? If I'm happy, I can snatch the military power. If I'm happy, I can snatch the Tiger Tally. It's none of your business! "
"It's none of my business! How can your life and death have nothing to do with me! " Zhan Beiye's voice was even louder than hers. "I'd rather fight outside the city for half a month and use my own strength to seize the throne than risk your life for me, Meng Fuyao! Where do you put yourself? Where do you put a man like me? "
He pointed at his own nose, getting more and more agitated. "I, Zhan Beiye, want to take revenge and become the emperor, but in the end, I have to rely on … on a woman to risk her life to open the city gates for me. How can I face the world? How can I face you?"
"Pfft! Looking down on women? What's wrong with women? Aren't you your mother's daughter? " Meng Fuyao's little universe crackled, and she bared her fangs and brandished her claws, ready to scratch the chauvinistic bastard in front of her. "How am I worse than you? Why can't I do what you can? You were the one who conquered the Tiansha territory, and you're afraid that I'll steal your credit? Don't worry, Zhan Beiye, you'll always be awesome, and I, Meng Fuyao, will always be meddlesome. Don't worry, I've never thought that you need me to open the city gates. I'm just, I'm just … "She suddenly paused, and her breathing became unstable. Biting her lip, she continued," I've seen enough of those sacrifices! Why wouldn't I work hard if I could resolve it without bloodshed? Must the battle for the throne be so bloody? Why can't a few of those lives that are as precious as ours die? "
Zhan Beiye was startled. The Black Wind Cavalry, who had been guarding the two people beside him and listening to their quarrel, were all shocked. Everyone turned to look at the furious girl standing on Zhan Beiye's horse with her hands on her hips in an indecent posture. After a while, they silently turned their heads away and glanced at their king with disapproval.
For the first time, Zhan Beiye was despised by his loyal subordinate …
Meng Fuyao was still furious, and she stomped on Zhan Beiye's cloak. "Damn it, Sand Pig!"
Zhan Beiye shut his mouth and pursed his lips into a straight line. 'Damn it, this woman has misunderstood again!' Since when was he complaining about her meddling? Since when was he afraid that she would steal his credit? Since when did he think that it was embarrassing for her to risk her life to help him seize the city? He, Zhan Beiye, would never sacrifice the lives of tens of thousands of iron-blooded men for the sake of glory and vanity! He just … didn't want her to take the risk.
Just now, when he was on the horse, he heard what she did. The more he heard, the more frightened he became. He almost lost the reins. It was like dancing on the tip of a knife or swimming in a pool of blood. If he was not careful, his life would be in danger. However, this woman did not know the immensity of heaven and earth and spoke proudly. With such a bold character, if something really happened to her, even if he used everything in his life, he would not be able to save her!
His cloak was trampled on by her, and he had no choice but to let her step on it. He felt rather wronged … Actually, he didn't finish his sentence when he said, "Rely on a woman to open the city gates for me." What he really wanted to say was, "Rely on the woman I love to open the city gates for me." But there were people all around, so how could he say that?
Zhan Beiye swung his arm in frustration. 'Sigh, I just don't know how to talk. Whatever I say will always be misunderstood by this tigress. But I can't explain, and the more I explain, the more she will misunderstand. So, I can only shut up.'
He gripped the reins gloomily, and the veins on the back of his hand popped. The two of them had been separated for half a year, and it wasn't easy for them to meet again. How could they quarrel the moment they met?
Behind him, Fuyao was tired, but she didn't leave. Instead, she sat down with a straight face and said, "You don't know the situation in the palace, do you? Everyone has been chased to the Hall of Diligent Government. You just have to open your pocket and drive the ducks in. I've asked Yun Hen to kill Zhan Nancheng, so you don't have to dirty your hands. If you're smart enough, remember to cry in the hall and say something like, 'Your subject has no intention of usurping the throne. I traveled a thousand miles just to kneel in front of His Majesty. Your subject's loyalty is as bright as the sun and moon, but His Majesty doesn't even wait for me to return to the heavens. I'm filled with grief and resentment, but I have nowhere to vent it …' and so on. Some acts, even if you know that no one will believe you, you still have to do it. If you can't cry, there are still two options. "She rambled on, fishing out a few cloves of garlic and a chili pepper from her pocket." A must-have for home travel. "
The Black Wind Cavalry turned around and looked at her silently, then at Zhan Beiye, this time with an envious gaze.
In this world, how many women can scold you while helping you to carry out your plan without any mistakes …?
Zhan Beiye stared at Fuyao, his heart warmed, and his black eyes became slightly moist. He cleared his throat and was about to use the most gentle voice he could muster to say, "I'm sorry."
Who knew that the woman would continue to ramble on, "I'm tired. You're so awesome, and I'm looking down on you if I help you too much. I'll leave the rest to you. I'm leaving." She was about to get off the horse when she thought about it. "If you want to find me, Zhu Zhu and I are staying at the governor's residence in the Second South Alley. When you go there, remember that the day before yesterday was Zhu Zhu's birthday. I said that you're bringing her a letter to wish her well. Don't forget that something might go wrong when you're looking at the scenery."
As she spoke, Zhan Beiye's eyebrows shot up again. It took him a lot of effort to listen to her. "Why do I have to remember?"
Meng Fuyao choked and retorted angrily, "I said that you asked me to congratulate her on her birthday!"
Zhan Beiye's black brows sank, and his eyes flashed with anger. "What does that have to do with me?" he asked in an even colder voice.
Meng Fuyao had just landed on the ground when she almost stumbled from the rebuttal. She quickly turned around and shouted, "That's right! What does that have to do with you? What does that have to do with me? "
Zhan Beiye shuddered and turned his head. His jet-black eyes were fixed on Meng Fuyao, and there were countless flickering flames in them. Meng Fuyao was stunned by his gaze and took a step back. Zhan Beiye suddenly jumped off the horse.
He jumped off the horse and strode to her. Without a word, he grabbed her and kissed her!
His lips instantly covered hers heavily, bringing with it an aggressive force and a wild aura, announcing his surging feelings and frustrated feelings. That fierce and fierce, he kissed her!
Zhan Beiye's kiss was intense, and his fingers gripped Meng Fuyao's shoulders tightly. He used the burning force between his lips to attack her, prying open her unguarded teeth and penetrating her mouth. The taste of her lips was so sweet, like the crepe myrtle flowers that bloomed in the palace in March, fragrant like spring smoke. She was so soft and warm, like the feather quilt in the Jiao Ni Golden Palace in the harsh winter, making one want to sink into it forever. Or perhaps it was the taste of yearning, deep and endless. Because of the endless entanglement, it was even more beautiful and moving, and the taste was endless. When he encountered such beauty in his exploration, it was like seeing the sky suddenly clear up in the dark, and above the rain clouds was a rainbow.
His body trembled slightly. Due to the collision of the Yin and Yang electricity, the friction between his lips and teeth caused him to twist his tongue into a vine of longing. He wanted to tie up the spirit in his heart that always wanted to fly …
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his abdomen.
It was as if a cold blade had been pressed against a part that was just as hard now.
Zhan Beiye paused, but only for a moment. He curled his fingers and hugged her waist even tighter, ignoring her and not letting go of the territory he had already occupied. He even bit her tongue gently. 'Castrate me if you have the guts!'
It was a pity that the woman he liked was not delicate enough.
Nor did he like the clichéd romance of biting the tongue of the other party after a forced kiss, and then being forced to drink her blood.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao reached out and grabbed his chin. With a twist of her finger, there was a soft crack.
Zhan Beiye's chin was dislocated by her …
She immediately retreated and frowned at Zhan Beiye, who had his chin back in place. Ignoring the shocked gazes of the people on the street and the shock of the Black Wind Cavalry, she said coldly, "Zhan Beiye, I haven't seen you for half a year, and you've really improved. You've actually become a lecher who forces others to do it on the street. Congratulations."
With that, she turned around and left. A Black Wind Rider saw the look in his master's eyes and tried to stop her, but was sent flying with a kick from her.
Zhan Beiye watched as her figure disappeared at the end of the long street, his eyes as dark as the abyss … He was wrong again, he was always wrong. The moment he met her, he would make a mistake, and he would push her further and further away. The rationality and calmness that he was so proud of in the past melted like snow meeting fire the moment he met her. Or perhaps, he had already been burned to ashes by the tribulation fire of longing, and was no longer his original self.
He clearly knew that she was stubborn, she was arrogant, she was soft on the outside, and she did not like to be forced. He had always tried his best to adjust his habit of protecting and dominating women. He tried his best to give her freedom and not let her feel restrained and want to get rid of his love. However, this woman, who was clearly extremely intelligent, was often extremely stupid when it came to love. Her ability to provoke his anger was stronger than his ability to fight a war. He was burned full of holes and then defeated by her.
Fuyao … who can cross the river that worries you so much that you don't have to wander back and forth on the other side?
Zhan Beiye's black robe billowed in the wind as he stood silently on the street in front of the palace gates. He ignored the soldiers and commoners on the street. His back was straight, but for some reason, he seemed to be standing alone.
The Black Wind Cavalry beside him were silent, not knowing what to say. That special, kind, and vicious woman who was so bright that no one could take their eyes off her, they really hoped that she would become their Empress. But looking at how powerful she was, His Highness's road of pursuing her would probably be very difficult.
After a long while, Zhan Beiye suddenly leaped onto his horse and whipped it. He raised his hand high up in the air and slammed it down heavily. He no longer had the look of someone who cherished horses. His black hair was pulled up by the wind and flew behind him like a ball of black fire.
Anger, melancholy, anger that came with a heart full of love, only to be splashed with cold water by misfortune.
= = =
As Meng Fuyao strode back, she kicked the pebbles angrily, sending sparks flying everywhere.
"I'm really f * cking crazy. I actually wanted the noble, proud, and awesome King Ardent to lower his noble head and lie to a little girl who treated him sincerely!"
"I'm really f * cking crazy, to think that the egomaniac would understand and cherish such a precious emotion after half a year!"
"I'm really f * cking crazy, to think that he would actually use his hot face to stick to someone's cold butt!"
"Oh? Whose … butt did you touch? "
Meng Fuyao was still immersed in her anger towards Zhan Beiye when she heard the voice. "Zhan Bei … uh, no!"
She covered her face without lifting her head and turned to leave. "Aiya, I just remembered that Yun Hen is still alone in the palace. I have to go and help him."
"I've already sent a secret guard to sneak into the palace to help him. The palace is in chaos now, and all the eunuchs and palace maids are on the run. The imperial guards are like a group of dragons without a leader, and it's already good enough that they can guard the gates well. Zhangsun Wuji walked over leisurely and pulled her sleeve with a smile. "Why are you running? Lord Ingot misses you."
Lord Ingot rolled his eyes. 'I slept with her last night. Miss my ass. You guys are so annoying, always using me as a cover.'
"I don't want to see his rat face," Meng Fuyao rejected sternly. "I'm sick of it!"
Lord Ingot was furious. 'I don't want to see your pig mouth either!'
"Then …" The person behind her was still laughing, pulling her sleeve. "I miss you, okay?"
"Disgusting," Meng Fuyao said in disdain. "We just met 15 minutes ago."
"15 minutes ago, I suddenly started to miss you," a certain person said solemnly. "During this 15 minutes of separation, I suddenly realized that some things can't be indulged. It's like quicksand in one's hand. Once you let go, it will float away with the wind."
The more Meng Fuyao listened, the more guilty she felt. This person's words were really annoying. He was always full of hints and metaphors, and the truth and falsehoods were so confusing. 'Sigh, that scene just now was quite sensational. Don't tell me he really found out?'
Zhangsun Wuji was still holding on to her. Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around and quickly moved her face in front of his. Then, she quickly retracted her face and laughed sinisterly. "Have you seen it? Don't you want to? Alright, I'm going back to sleep. "
She walked around Zhangsun Wuji and hurried to her room. She had barely taken two steps when she heard Zhangsun Wuji sigh.
"Your brows are hazy, but I can see that your lips are as red as blood."
Meng Fuyao was burned with a loud bang.
Behind her, Zhangsun Wuji walked over and pulled her shoulder with a smile. His fingertips gently brushed past her swollen lips. His eyes were full of unhappiness, but he did not ask anything. After a while, he asked, "Not in a good mood?"
Meng Fuyao's grievances were immediately drawn out. She lowered her head and stood in front of him like a student. She sniffed and said, "Zhan Beiye, that sand pig …"
Zhangsun Wuji laughed and caressed her head. He put his arm around her shoulder and walked into the house. "Hmm, I have to think of a way to help you get some compensation from that guy …"
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On the fifth day of the ninth month in the seventh year of the Tiansha Millennium, King Beiye came to Pandu. The three camps of the imperial camp were unarmed before the battle began. The guards on the tower opened the city gates. Following that, the Cang Dragon Army charged towards the palace with the force of a thunderbolt, defeating the two armies of the imperial guards. At this point, all the armed forces in Pandu had surrendered to King Lie.
On the autumn day, the city was filled with red maple leaves. On the square of the white marble palace gate with a thousand steps, a gorgeous carpet was laid out to welcome the new ruler of the new dynasty. His Royal Highness King Lie, dressed in black and blazing flames, stepped on the red maple leaves that covered the ground. When he arrived at the palace in the drizzle of parasol trees, the hall was filled with princes, dukes, and officials dressed in red with purple waists and purple waists kneeling to welcome him out of the Dancing Sun Gate. Of course, among these officials, there were also those who refused to serve the new ruler. Two of the three Hall Secretaries had died, so King Lie ordered a grand funeral.
Kou Zhongshu was detained in the palace hall and scolded and refused to kneel. King Lie was not angry and personally untied him. He sighed and said, "Kou Zhongshu misjudged me. My heart is clear and bright, like the sun and moon." He then said a few words of brotherly love, causing everyone to sigh. In the end, he was rewarded with gold and returned to the mountain. Another beautiful stroke was recorded in the history books.
But at that time, according to some sharp-eyed officials, His Majesty did not seem to be in a good mood. His face was gloomy. After Kou Zhongshu finished scolding him, his eyebrows twitched, showing signs of anger. But for some reason, he pinched the thing in his hand and restrained himself. That thing … this person was really sharp-eyed. He said it was either garlic or pepper.
Of course, no one believed his words. His Majesty King Lie had fought thousands of miles to seize the throne. When he finally sat on the throne in the throne room, why would he pinch a pepper or garlic? Could it be his protective talisman? That was ridiculous!
When Zhan Nancheng died, the funeral bell did not even ring. The Ministry of Rites canceled the ceremony to welcome the new Emperor.
Zhan Beiye went to the Zi Palace where the coffin was resting. He locked himself inside and only came out after a long time. Ji Yu and Xiao Qi, who had been waiting in front of the door, vaguely heard him say, "You were killed by her. If your soul is not extinguished, remember to put it on my tab."
Ji Yu and Xiao Qi looked at each other and sighed silently.
That day, the new Emperor stayed in the side palace. He had not succeeded the throne yet. He could only move the main palace after he succeeded the throne. That night, the lights in the side palace did not go out. The pale white paper on the window reflected Zhan Beiye's lonely figure. It was a feeling of loneliness when someone was at the top.
Ji Yu and Xiao Qi looked at each other again and sighed silently again. Then Ji Yu left the palace and went to visit the commander's residence on the second south street. The door was closed, and someone wrote on the door, "I don't see guests. I don't see the Emperor when he comes!"
There was a letter stuck in the crack of the door.
Ji Yu returned in low spirits, bringing the letter back to the palace unhappily. He thought that Zhan Beiye didn't know that he went to the governor's manor, but who would have thought that Little Seven secretly told him that Zhan Beiye didn't sleep at all. Zhan Beiye would pop his head out from time to time to check on Ji Yu. Only when Ji Yu returned did he close the door once more.
Ji Yu hurriedly handed the letter over. Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up and he received it happily. He closed the door and read it carefully. After reading it, he slammed the table angrily and shouted, "Damn Zhangsun Wuji! He stole my opportunity! "
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