She was indeed a beauty.
Just a few days ago, Meng Fuyao was fortunate enough to have personally witnessed her exquisite body.
When King Meng, who believed himself to be from the modern era and had seen all the beauties in the world, had a deep and thorough understanding of beauty and human body art, as well as an extremely high level of self-control, he could not help but drool all over the floor and not forget about her, it basically proved that this beauty was extremely awesome.
Meng Fuyao's little universe shone brightly, but she took a step back.
Tie Cheng hugged his sword and looked at his master strangely. Her expression looked like she was about to pounce on him, but her actions looked like she was about to run away. What was she trying to do?
Protector Tie had never wanted to worry about his master's chastity. After all, the people around her were not good people. The Crown Prince was a traitor, Emperor Han was a tyrant, Zong Yue was poisonous, and Yun Hen … Yun Hen was an eyesore to him. Don't ask for the reason, I don't know.
Was there anyone in the world who was worthy of Meng Fuyao? Protector Tie would always firmly shake his head at this question.
Meng Fuyao chuckled at Tie Cheng's gaze. This guy would never know the irrefutable truth that she had exchanged her bloody life experience for: beauty = trouble, and it was proportional.
In front of her, the beauty was still dressed in black. He stood on a mound in front of the city gates with his hands behind his back, overlooking the city gates of Xuanyuan Kingdom in the night sky. The color black seemed to suit him very well. His slender body exuded a cold and agile aura that was as silent as the night sky. He also seemed to like tight-fitting clothes. His entire body was tied up without any excess cloth. It was obvious that it was not to highlight his stunning body, but for convenience.
Meng Fuyao could almost imagine that once this streamlined body fully unfolded into the darkness, it would be like the sharpest, brightest, smoothest, and most in line with the mechanics of the human body. In an instant, it would slice through the darkness without any hindrance, just like a fine black satin being cut by a pair of polished scissors. "Swoosh!"
There was no resistance, and he was moving at top speed.
There was a 99% chance that this person was an assassin.
Meng Fuyao squatted at the side, waiting to see how the beauty assassin would enter Xuanyuan City. Xuanyuan City's border checkpoints were extremely strict. The city walls were tall, wide, and heavily guarded. Anyone without a pass was not allowed to enter. Meng Fuyao did have a pass to Xuanyuan City, but it was only one. That damned Tie Cheng refused to leave her side, and breaking through the checkpoints in broad daylight was not in line with King Meng's usual low-key style. She preferred to kill at night.
She had originally planned to sneak through the Xuanyuan Kingdom's border tonight, but she did not expect to meet a beauty here. Looking at the beauty's awesome back, she was sure that he did not have a clearance pass. She really wanted to know how he was going to get through.
In the darkness of the night, the figure did not move.
Then, he suddenly floated up like a leaf.
He floated up the city wall, passing through a blind spot where the lights from the corner tower could not reach, and gently sticking to the wall. His whole body blended in with the iron-black wall.
His posture was a little weird. He was hanging upside down on the wall, with the tips of his feet hooked into the gap of the wall. His head and hands were hanging down above the city gate. That posture was a test of Qinggong, and it was very difficult. Meng Fuyao thought that he was planning to do the same thing as her — to cross the city wall at night and kill a few people if necessary. But he was hanging there motionlessly, as if he was waiting for something.
Meng Fuyao's curiosity was piqued. She quietly crept closer and lay in the grass, waiting.
The moonlight of the autumn night was cold, and the front of the Xuanyuan Kingdom was peaceful. The soldiers patrolling under the moonlight could never imagine that at this moment, on the wall below them, there was a person waiting silently, and in the grass on the hillside a little further away, there was a pair of bright eyes, shining like the moonlight.
They would not have known that the owner of these two calm eyes was about to bring irreparable waves to Xuanyuan City.
The moon was slowly setting in the west, and the night was already half over. That person was very patient, and so was Meng Fuyao. She was lying on the ground when she suddenly heard the sound of hooves in the distance.
The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground came from far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of her. The white horse was very handsome, and its pace was extremely fast. The person on the horse kept his body low as he urged the horse forward. It was obvious that there was an urgent matter. In a flash, he had reached the city gate.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed. She knew what the beauty was going to do.
But … she frowned … What should she do next?
The Starfire Rider galloped through the night, quickly alerting the guards on the city gate. A series of footsteps and commands were heard, and torches were quickly lit on top of the city wall. A man who looked like the leader of the team looked down and shouted, "Who goes there? Why don't you pass in the night?!"
The masked knight in black laughed coldly without saying a word. He looked at the lantern on top of the city wall and flashed a golden token.
Meng Fuyao was far away, so she could not see the token clearly. She only heard that the person on top of the city wall seemed to be shocked, and his tone immediately changed. "I didn't know it was a special envoy from the Holy Palace. Please open the gate for him!"
The lantern was kept, and a series of footsteps could be heard. The knight on top of the horse laughed coldly and crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the gate to open for him.
He was still waiting alone, and the person on top of the city wall had already confirmed his identity. The guard at the gate did not have time to open the gate.
This was the only moment when he could take advantage of the situation.
The person hanging upside down on top of the city gate suddenly floated down.
Like a withered leaf falling from a branch, he floated in front of the knight's horse. Just as the knight caught sight of a faint black shadow, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat.
It was as if the slender fingers of a beauty were carelessly brushing over a flower, and in an instant, the petals of life were plucked off.
Before the blood could shoot out, the beauty in black patted the tip of her sword, and somehow, the blood was sealed. He raised his hand, and in the darkness, he made an elegant gesture like playing a zither. An extremely elegant and smooth arc of light streaked across, and in the next instant, there was a complete bloody face in his hand.
Then, he raised his hand and threw the corpse in his hand upwards.
The corpse flew up the city wall silently. With a shake of his sleeve, a white light flew out from the bottom of his sleeve and passed through the corpse, firmly pinning it to the position he had just been standing on top of the city gate.
"Creak …" The heavy city gate opened at that moment.
At that moment, the person who entered the guard's field of vision was the cold and arrogant 'masked knight' with the gold medal in his hand. The guard bowed humbly, and the rest of the people followed their usual routine to look around. The Xuanyuan Kingdom's borders were very guarded, and there was no place around the city for them to hide, not even bushes.
A soldier with a sharp nose sniffed the air suspiciously and asked, "Why does there seem to be a bloody smell …" He was interrupted halfway by the squad leader, who pursed his lips at the knight's back. The soldier immediately understood. It was said that the Sacred Palace Knights were assassins who carried out top secret missions in the country, so it was normal for them to have a bloody smell on them.
The guards did not discover anything, so they went back with ease. With a wave of their hands, they carefully invited the 'knight' into the country. The man nodded his head, and suddenly turned around to look behind him. Then, he whipped his horse and galloped away under the autumn moonlight.
The city gate slowly closed again, and Meng Fuyao, who was on the hillside, let out a long sigh of relief.
'F * ck … what a ruthless person.
His actions were precise and ruthless, and his timing was simply perfect! '
He hung upside down at the city gate, waiting for his prey to show him the token and ask for the gate to be opened. From the moment the guard verified the token to the moment he reached the bottom of the city, it only took him half a cup of tea's time. He landed, killed, skinned, and nailed the corpse in one go. It was all done in the blink of an eye, and he turned killing into an art.
The best part was nailing the corpse, which completely exploited the blind spot of the human mind. Because there was no place to hide a corpse, no one would have thought of looking up at the city gate and seeing a corpse nailed there.
One could imagine the commotion and shock that would ensue if they found such a corpse nailed to the wall of the Xuanyuan Kingdom the next day.
This killer beauty was not only skilled in killing, but also seemed to have a good understanding of the situation in the Xuanyuan Kingdom. It was obvious that he knew that the so-called 'Sacred Palace Envoy' would take advantage of the night to cross the border, and specially came to wait for him. The token he had snatched must be something extraordinary.
'This person has come with ill intentions. It seems that the Xuanyuan Kingdom is going to be in trouble.'
Meng Fuyao thought about the look he gave her before he left. 'This guy must have discovered me. What did that look mean? He wants me to learn? '
Hence, she learned.
She was not very good at it. The way he sliced off the face was too delicate for her, so she drew a big cross.
Soon, the desks of the intelligence departments of the various kingdoms were filled with the same news: 'Year X Month X Day X, the Xuanyuan Kingdom was invaded. The invaders were vicious and bold. Three corpses were hung at the city gate. One of the corpses had lost its face, and the other two had crosses on their faces. It is suspected that this was done by XX and XX of Xuanyuan Kingdom's neighboring countries. Xuanyuan Zheng's red cavalry is searching everywhere … The continent of the five continents, which had been peaceful for many years, may once again be engulfed in the flames of war …'
This report naturally entered the eyes of the Han Kingdom's intelligence department. Unfortunately, the spies were busy turning over rocks to see if there was anyone below, so no one had the time to enter the government office. Hence, by the time the Han Kingdom's emperor saw this important report, he had already miserably missed it …
= = =
The Huguo Temple in Kunjing of Xuanyuan Country had always been the most lively place in Kunjing. Its style was similar to the overpass in modern Beijing. There were stalls selling food, reselling cultural relics, and practicing martial arts. Of course, they were all inferior goods. For example, the pots, bowls, ladles, bowls, brooms, dustpans, and baskets in front of the gable wall were basically used three times before they could be sent back to their grandmother's house. Those who sold fragrant noodles would lose their fragrance when they got home. Those who sold wooden combs would soon have their teeth broken. Those who sold salt would mix it with flour. The stalls that sold cotton cloth were all coarse cloth, blue cloth, moon white, gray, light blue, and so on. The cloth used by ordinary people would rot after being washed in the warehouse.
In short, it was a gathering place for unscrupulous merchants and a concentration camp for swindlers. However, because it was messy, it was sometimes possible to find something new and unexpected.
The west side of the gable wall of Hu Guo Temple was usually a place for stalls and martial arts. Whoever arrived first would be able to grab it.
Early this morning, the sound of the gong was earth-shattering.
"Uncles, aunts, big brothers, big sisters, and fellow villagers … Dang dang dang dang …" The person who rang the gong surrounded the place with ropes and white cloth. The crowd stood in twos and threes curiously.
"Don't miss it … Dang dang dang dang dang …" The person who rang the gong stuck a piece of dog skin plaster on his forehead. There were a few more onlookers coming in and out.
"Brothers, it's our first time here … Dang dang dang …" The person who rang the gong climbed up the stool, and the onlookers yawned.
"I have no relatives and no money. My big brother is still sick at home and has no money to treat him …" The person who rang the gong wiped his tears, and the onlookers continued to yawn.
"The boss was thrown out of the house …" The person who rang the gong wiped his tears, and the onlookers were indifferent.
"I fell in the gutter when I went out …" The person who rang the gong wiped his tears, and the onlookers were indifferent.
"I hit a bone in the gutter. Two fighting dogs thought that I was going to steal food, and they pounced on me and bit me …" The person who rang the gong trembled with tears, and wanted to take off his pants to show the wound. The onlookers all shushed him.
"I crawled out of the gutter, and a carriage ran over my big brother's hand …" The person who rang the gong wailed, and showed his "big brother"'s paw that was wrapped like a dumpling. The onlookers were finally moved. These two damn kids were too unlucky.
"My big brother grabbed the girl's hand and didn't let go to ask for medical expenses, and the girl kicked his penis …" The person who rang the gong cried, and the "big brother" clenched his teeth and trembled silently. The onlookers sympathized with him. Look at how angry this kid was.
"I went to the clinic to see the wound, but I didn't have money to buy good medicine. I don't know what kind of bad medicine the black-hearted doctor gave me, but it smelled bad. If you don't believe me, you can smell it …" The person who rang the gong pretended to untie his big brother's pants. The onlookers stretched their necks and were excited. The "big brother" covered his crotch tightly, and gnashed his teeth. "Master, can't you be more serious?"
"… Then I met the bully of Kunjing …"
"Come on, give me the money." With tears in her eyes, an auntie untied her lapel, and then unbuttoned the three inner buttons of her lapel. She took out a small bag inside, opened the thirteen layers of handkerchief, and revealed a double-wrapped money bag. With trembling hands, she took out … a copper coin.
A copper coin!!!
Everyone looked at the guy who rang the gong with admiration. "God, an iron mouth! The iron hen who hasn't given alms for 30 years actually broke the rule today!"
The auntie of the Li Family, who lived in the Persimmon Alley of Tiejiao Street in Kunjing, Xuanyuan Country, was known as the first iron hen in Kunjing. It was said that it was more difficult for her to take out an unnecessary copper coin than for the rabbit princess of Xuanyuan Country to hide a man in her boudoir.
Then everyone's eyeballs dropped again.
The person who rang the gong didn't understand the significance and significance of this record-breaking copper coin. He reached out to stop it and said solemnly, "I don't deserve a reward if I don't deserve it. Although my brother is poor, he won't get something for nothing. Today, I'm here to perform. It's noble to make money with art. Otherwise, I'll really become a beggar."
"Boy, you're ambitious!" The auntie looked at the child who rang the gong kindly … "He's really a pretty boy. If I sell him to the Elephant Lady Restaurant, I can get at least one tael of silver …"
"All you can do is talk!" Someone said impatiently, "Do you know how to wield a broadsword? Do you know how to wield a crescent shovel? Do you know how to wield a silk rope? Do you know how to wield a flag … "
The person who rang the gong smiled, pointed his finger up, and shook his head.
"What's new about that? It's my first time here. Of course, I want to show something interesting to my fellow villagers so that I won't let down this glorious capital. I'll also let you all see the world and see my … Dang Dang Dang Dang! " The person who rang the gong vigorously said, "Unparalleled in the world, with pear blossoms that can shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep. No matter where you go, it's rare to see you — the first rabbit in the world!"
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The "rabbit" appeared.
It was covered in black fur — the one in disguise. It wore a red robe — the one in his bag. Four short legs — Lord Yuan Bao's.
The "rabbit" gracefully leaped onto a red lacquer box that served as the stage. It flashed a standard smile with its four shiny front teeth and waved its claws at the audience in a courteous manner.
If the original owner of the "rabbit" had been present, he would probably have coughed up blood. A precious pet that only appeared once in a hundred years, a rare rat with intelligence equal to that of a human, had actually fallen into the hands of Meng Fuyao and been reduced to a third-rate street performer for a living …
The "divine pet" did not have the self-awareness of a noble bloodline and enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by the crowd. It slowly turned around and smiled, its four teeth overflowing with charm …
"Ah! Little black rabbit! "
"Rat!"
"Civet!"
"Weasel!"
Lord Yuan Bao's face darkened as he glared at Meng Fuyao. 'Damn it, who told you to dye my fur black? You're ruining my handsome image! '
"Folks, look over!" Meng Fuyao struck the gong with all her might. "A peerless rabbit that can read …"
"Can read?"
"That can't be, right? You're bragging. "
"Brat, you're bragging! Be careful of a black brick! "
Meng Fuyao waved her hand and giggled. "True gold fears no fire. Whether it's a donkey or a horse, a rabbit or a weasel, you'll know once you bring it out for a walk."
She struck the gong loudly, attracting the attention of the crowd from all directions. Seeing a few calm-looking men in plain clothes approaching, Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed and she smiled. "Speaking of my rabbit, there's nothing special about it. It just knows how to match couplets."
The crowd went into an uproar. Being able to read was already rare enough, what couplets? Someone immediately shouted excitedly, "What if it can't match?"
"You'll send my big brother to be your slave!" Meng Fuyao pointed at the pitiful 'big brother' Tie Cheng. "After he's cured, he'll at least be a strong man who can work!"
"Alright, I'll go first. Safflower!"
Lord Yuan Bao raised his head in disdain. 'You're belittling my intelligence.'
Meng Fuyao sighed. "Please, can it be more than five words? Don't insult our Lord Rabbit's intelligence."
Everyone began to think hard about the couplets. This was the work of the lower class and they did not have much ink. A man scratched his ears and cheeks as he thought for a long time. Suddenly, he touched a louse and bit it in his mouth. The louse was too big and it bit into his teeth. While he was regretting the premature aging of his teeth, the man suddenly had an inspiration and shouted, "This rabbit's front teeth are too big!"
Lord Ingot was enraged and threw a few pancakes out of his mouth.
"Your mother's hind legs are really thick!"
…
"His father went out to try his luck."
"Your mother is mad at you for being absent-minded."
…
"This place is filled with outstanding people, verdant hills and clear waters." A Qiong Ru shook his head in excitement.
"Your mother's flying sand and rolling stones are the work of the gods."
…
"What a joke! How can a beast like you compete with humans? "The Qiong Ru raged.
"Alas! Your mother is even dumber than a mouse! "
Auntie Li asked Meng Fuyao in a daze, "Why is it always talking about your mother?"
Meng Fuyao answered with deep emotion, "Because I lack maternal love …"
Auntie Li continued to stare blankly. "It, it, it, it … it's really a rabbit?"
"Actually …" Meng Fuyao dragged out her words meaningfully. Auntie Li and the crowd pricked up their ears.
"It's a rabbit."
"…"
"Wonderful!"
At that moment, there was a loud cheer from below. Everyone in the Huguo Temple squeezed over and threw copper coins like raindrops. It was a magical rabbit, a real magical rabbit!
Lord Yuan Bao puffed out his chest and grinned. He personally picked up the copper coins and threw them into the small basket. It was a glorious feeling to work and earn money, even though the copper coins added up were not enough to buy a button on his robe …
Meng Fuyao cupped her fists and bowed with a smile. "Thank you for your support, thank you for your support …"
Countless people rushed over, wanting to worship the "literate" and "f * cking" Lord Rabbit. Meng Fuyao stuffed the showy fellow into her sleeve and smiled. "I'm shy. Please don't disturb my thoughts and creativity. If there's anything, you can contact my manager. I'm just a lowly servant …"
Lord Yuan Bao desperately rushed around in her sleeve. "Let me out! You damn child, it's rare for me to find the joy of being a grass root … "
Madam Li squeezed in and looked at Fuyao and her sleeves with the same kind gaze that she used to look at Gold. "Little brother, you're unfamiliar with this place and Big Brother is injured. If you don't mind, my house …"
"Let's talk somewhere else."
A calm male voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. His voice was calm, but there was an inviolable domineeringness in it. There was more than one person, and they had already squeezed Auntie Li away. Auntie Li raised her head and was about to scold them, but when she glanced at the Qilin pouch on their waist, her expression immediately changed, and she retreated silently.
Someone from the Prince Regent's Residence actually took a liking to him. Was this a blessing or a curse …
"Big brother, what can I do for you?" Meng Fuyao asked with a smile. "Is there a reward?"
"Of course there will be, and it might be more than you think." The person went straight to the point and pointed at Meng Fuyao's sleeve. "Sell that 'Sacred Rabbit' of yours to us." His tone was firm. He took out a heavy pouch and threw it into Meng Fuyao's arms. "Three hundred taels of silver."
The onlookers from afar gasped. Three hundred taels of silver! Ten years' worth of money for an ordinary family! Prince Regent's Residence was really generous!
There were also people who looked at Meng Fuyao enviously. It was said that the little princess of the Prince Regent's Residence had been depressed and often fell ill. The prince had always loved his daughter and often sent people out to search for interesting things for her. The people from the Prince Regent's Residence probably took a liking to this rabbit who could make couplets. This kid was really lucky. Three hundred taels of silver. He was going to be rich!
The guard threw the pouch over and waited for Meng Fuyao to deliver the rabbit. Meng Fuyao weighed the pouch in her hand and smiled. "It's so heavy …" Then she threw it back.
This time, it was the people from the Prince Regent's Residence who were surprised. The guard frowned. "You dare to complain that it's too little?"
"Not at all, not at all." Meng Fuyao shook her finger. "Have you heard of it? Now that we have a meal, we don't have a rice bucket anymore. My family's Divine Rabbit is our treasure to make money. Us two brothers count on it to make a living for the rest of our lives. Now that we've sold it, how can we make a living in the future? "
"Three hundred taels of silver isn't enough for you?"
"Three hundred taels of silver," Meng Fuyao laughed and turned to look at him. "It should be enough, but I can't live to spend it. What's the use of it?"
"What do you mean?" The guard was startled and said angrily, "Do you think we're people who renege on a debt?"
Meng Fuyao shook her head again and looked at him pitifully. How could this kid's IQ be lower than that of 'your mother's Sacred Rabbit?'
"Now that I've taken these three hundred taels of silver and left this busy city, all the thieves and robbers in Kunjing will probably have their eyes on me." Meng Fuyao laughed and glanced at Aunt Li, whose expression had changed as she retreated. She then looked at some burly men with twinkling eyes who were mixed in the crowd. "This kid's muscles and bones are tender and thin. I can't afford it."
The guard immediately understood. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "You're smart, kid. What do you want?"
"I'll give you something to eat." Meng Fuyao spread out her hands. "My brother has wandered the world and doesn't want to travel any longer. Three hundred taels of silver will be enough to buy him as a servant. It's a fair deal and fair deal."
The request was not unreasonable, but the guard hesitated. The Regent's Residence was different from the other mansions. The Regent's power was top-notch, and the residence was connected to the palace. The residence was equivalent to the palace, so the Regent's Residence had strict requirements for people who could enter. Only those with a clean background and a guarantor could enter. Moreover, such servants could only clean outside the three doors. The servants in the inner residence were all eunuchs and palace maids. If this kid wanted to enter the Regent's Residence, he really did not have the authority to let him in.
Meng Fuyao saw this but did not say anything. She smiled and said, "I've been performing here for the past few days. I'll be changing places in a few days. If you like it, remember to come and support me." She left without hesitation.
"Ay, you …" Halfway through his sentence, the imperial bodyguard stopped. A bodyguard by his side said, "This rabbit is really fun, Xiao Junzhu will definitely like it. Why don't we go back and report to Junzhu? Whether she wants this thing or not, let her decide."
The few of them nodded and left. Meng Fuyao heard their conversation and smiled.
'Show me my ingot and wait for you to come to me obediently …'
= = = =
Meng Fuyao performed for three days. She did something different every day.
The first day: A couplet. "Your mother's godly couplet."
The second day: Ice Ballet. Meng Fuyao personally used the Moon Qi Refinement treasure to condense ice, creating a dazzling, dreamy, and colorful ice ballet for Lord Rabbit. Basically, the performance was a success. Apart from Lord Rabbit's slightly unsightly figure, everything else was perfect.
The third day: Free Combat. Three mice were beaten black and blue by Lord Ingot's "front handspring, straight front somersault, and 180-degree turn".
Three days later, the sensational news that a multi-talented rabbit who could pair, dance, and fight appeared in the downtown area of Huguo Temple spread throughout Kunjing. Every day, Huguo Temple was packed to the brim. Lord Ingot's limelight was almost comparable to that of a certain prince, the most legendary political figure in the five continents.
At night, when the three of them met to count the small but shocking amount of copper coins, two of them were in tears. Meng Fuyao was excited that she had finally discovered a future superstar with a bright future. Lord Ingot, on the other hand, realized that his life as a mouse was meaningful and valuable. He had been following his master for so many years and had always been shrouded by his boundless aura and aura. He had always thought that he was a "short-sighted pet who loved to eat and sleep the most and only knew how to eat and sleep. His stomach was bigger than his head and his buttocks were bigger than his stomach." It had to be said that although Meng Fuyao was shameless, cunning, treacherous, lazy, and despicable, she still had a good eye.
When Lord Ingot used his strength to feed two living humans, he felt that his image was shining and tall. Zhangsun Wuji, Black Pearl, Taiyan, and Meng Fuyao all shrunk countless times under his burly belly.
When it was time to order dinner that night, Lord Ingot pulled Meng Fuyao by her ear and dragged her to the most luxurious restaurant in the city, the "Sky Restaurant". He snatched the menu and used his claws to order in a magnificent manner, wanting to treat the two of them to a good meal. Meng Fuyao smiled and gratefully thanked him for his kindness. When she paid the bill, she secretly slipped a silver ingot under the table to the waiter. The copper coins that Lord Ingot had earned were actually not even half of the cost of this meal.
On the fourth day, when Meng Fuyao knocked on the basket again, she suddenly froze.
Among the crowd, there was a figure that seemed familiar. He was tall and slender, dressed in a tight black suit. He stood quietly in the surging crowd, like a black reef that stood eternally unfazed by the impact of the current.
He looked at Fuyao from afar. His slightly upturned eyes were gorgeous and fierce. His gaze was like the highest quality glass, so dazzling that no one dared to stare at him from every angle. His lips were clearly outlined, a gorgeous and shocking shade of red.
Male.
That word suddenly popped up in Meng Fuyao's mind, especially the last word — male. He was the most colorful man she had ever seen. Just like his beautiful body, his complexion was also extremely bright. Although his facial features were not stunning, his black sideburns, jade-like skin, glass-like eyes, and flame-like red lips made him look like a colorful flag that fluttered in the wind.
Meng Fuyao stared at him in a daze, looking at this man who was completely different from Zhangsun Wuji's grace, Zhan Beiye's brightness and intensity, and Zong Yue's purity and purity. He suddenly smiled at her and turned around.
However, as soon as he turned around, the crowd dispersed, and Meng Fuyao could no longer see his shadow. It was as if the man who had painted her eyes with colorful colors just now had never appeared.
She retracted her gaze and smiled thoughtfully. 'We'll meet again eventually,' she thought.
Just as she was about to strike the gong again, the crowd suddenly split apart. The guards of the Regent's Residence who had appeared the last time walked over in an imposing manner.
They marched in an orderly fashion towards Fuyao with smiles on their faces, as though they were giving out charity and bestowing gifts.
Meng Fuyao put down the gong and looked on with a smile. She gently stroked the fur of Lord Ingot, who was working hard to perform.
To be honest, she couldn't bear to let Zhangsun Wuji's beloved pet perform on the streets. Now that the hard work was finally over, she was afraid that if she continued to perform, Zhangsun Wuji would return one day and find out about it. Who knew what kind of trouble she would be in?
She raised her eyes with a smile and looked at the clear blue sky at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. A flock of wild geese flew across the green sky, their bodies swaying as if they were dyed by ink. One moment they were in a "B" shape, and the next moment they were in a "T" shape …
Xuanyuan Cheng, His Highness the Regent.
I, King Meng, am here!
= = =
The Regent's Residence was really huge … The new pet servant had been living here for half a month, yet she had yet to explore the entire residence. Every day, she could only admire the tallest building in the inner courtyard, the Lin Tian Tower, from afar.
However, this was also related to her identity. As the pet servant of the princess, Meng Fuyao was allocated a room in the inner courtyard. Her activities were limited to the first three entrances of the inner courtyard. The last entrance of the inner courtyard was connected to a wide red wall, which was their forbidden area. It was said that it was connected to the palace.
There was only one room for the two 'brothers' to live in. Meng Fuyao didn't mind, but Tie Cheng felt uncomfortable. He insisted on keeping watch outside the room every night, but was rejected by Meng Fuyao. Keeping watch outside the Regent's Residence, which was full of danger at every turn? He was looking for trouble.
The two 'brothers' slept on the floor, with Ingot sleeping in the middle. Ingot was always the one who received the best treatment and had his own small bed. The golden toilet couldn't be used anymore, but the princess personally sewed a duvet for him. Lord Ingot was very satisfied. Compared to Meng Fuyao, any woman was more like a woman.
The rabbit-like princess, Xuanyuan Yun, still had the temperament of a rabbit. When she saw Meng Fuyao for the first time, she blushed. When she saw Tie Cheng, she blushed again. When she saw Ingot, she blushed again.
Meng Fuyao naturally didn't have the face she wore during the True Martial Arts Tournament. She had many human skin masks anyway. Her personal hobby was to impersonate all kinds of beautiful young men. Good looks could bring trouble, but also convenience. Now that Meng Fuyao was not afraid of any trouble, she naturally wanted to obtain a lot of convenience for herself.
The convenience was obvious. Xuanyuan Yun really liked Meng Fuyao at first sight. She gave Meng Fuyao special permission to enter the first three entrances of the inner courtyard. However, she repeatedly reminded her not to enter the last entrance.
Meng Fuyao obediently agreed. Every day, she would bring Lord Ingot in to accompany her for two hours.
When Lord Ingot arrived, he did not perform. He grabbed Xuanyuan Yun's hand and sighed. Xuanyuan Yun looked up at Meng Fuyao in shock. Meng Fuyao frowned and said, "He heard that one of his distant relatives was eaten by a wolf. He's sad."
As she spoke, she carefully observed Xuanyuan Yun's expression. Did she know about Zong Yue's abduction?
Xuanyuan Yun's expression did not change. Her eyes turned red from Lord Ingot's teasing. She sat there and suddenly started tearing up.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. There was hope!
However, her face revealed a terrified expression. She quickly apologized. "The rabbit made the princess sad. I'll bring him down to beat him up."
"Don't." Xuanyuan Yun quickly stopped her and wiped her tears. "No … no … I just remembered something sad …"
Meng Fuyao shut her mouth and stared blankly at the sky. This was not the time to rush. This child had been holding it in for too long. She would spill the beans on her own.
Sure enough, Xuanyuan Yun waited for a while. When she saw that Meng Fuyao was just like the other servants, she sighed in disappointment. She hugged Lord Ingot and said softly, "You can still be sad for your distant relative … but I don't know who I should be sad for …"
Meng Fuyao continued to pretend to be deaf.
Xuanyuan Yun continued without any defense. "When will Brother Yue return … Father promised me to invite him back and return his title. I've waited until today, but there's still no news. Father said that he won't be coming back …"
Meng Fuyao's eyebrows twitched.
Xuanyuan Yun did not know that Zong Yue had fallen into Xuanyuan Cheng's hands?
Xuanyuan Yun had asked Xuanyuan Cheng to return Zong Yue's title?
In other words, she had leaked Zong Yue's identity and hiding place?
This child was born into a noble family, the darkest and most unpredictable royal family in the world. How could she still be so childish?
Meng Fuyao raised her head to look at Xuanyuan Yun angrily. However, all she saw was a young girl dressed in a pink and yellow dress. Her eyes were clear, her nose was fine, and her cheeks were as delicate as a half-bloomed hibiscus flower. Her eyes were slightly red, making the hibiscus flower even more beautiful and beautiful.
She was truly a little princess who had been pampered in a greenhouse, untouched by the filth of the mortal world.
She was not Ya Lanzhu, who had wandered around the various countries at the age of 12, nor was she Feng Jingfan, who had devoted herself to the study of Buddhism since young.
There were no cracks in her life, and it was as bright and clear as a mirror. What shone into her life had always been the scenery that her father had created for her. The greatest pain she had ever suffered in her life was probably that night in the open air in front of the Great Han Commander's residence.
No wonder her father had come to participate in the True Martial Arts Meet. It turned out that he had been afraid that his little princess would suffer the hardships of the mortal world and wanted to bring her back personally.
Meng Fuyao sighed inwardly. She did not know how Xuanyuan Yun had recognized Zong Yue and passed the news to her father. It was her fault. Why had she been so soft-hearted and allowed Xuanyuan Yun to meet Zong Yue?
There was no point in sighing. Since Xuanyuan Yun did not have the intention to harm Zong Yue, there was still a chance.
Her gaze lingered on Xuanyuan Yun for a long time. After all, that child was a martial artist. She looked back in astonishment, but Meng Fuyao had already retracted her gaze.
She excused herself from Xuanyuan Yun and slowly returned to her room. When she passed the third entrance of the inner courtyard, she suddenly saw someone leaning against the side of the pavilion by the Jade Ripple Pond in the garden.
From the back view and clothing, it seemed to be a slender man. Meng Fuyao had never seen a man with such a slender waist, nor had she seen a man with such a back view … so enchanting.
His long sleeves hung on the surface of the water. The moon-white brocade sleeves were like a lingering cloud, lightly brushing past the clear ripples and creating a few moon-like round ripples. His waist was slender, and his fingers were like flowers. With his back facing Fuyao, he faced a deep purple chrysanthemum that seemed to be in full bloom but was not yet in full bloom. He sang softly.
"The Ice Wheel of the Island has just begun to spin, and the Jade Rabbit has already risen from the East … When the Ice Wheel leaves the island, the universe is exceptionally bright … The bright moon in the sky is Chang 'e leaving the Moon Palace …"
The garden was silent, and the wind destroyed a few fallen flowers. The man on the Jade Ripple Pond in the White Jade Pavilion was as delicate and elegant as a wine.
It turned out to be a naturally good voice, capable of shattering jade and silk, yet reserved and pure at the same time. Every word was enchanting, and what was even rarer was the shyness, resentment, joy, and anger in the lyrics. There was a restrained charm in the dignified beauty that could captivate one's soul. It was a myriad of amorous feelings, and yet, it was as if he was an immortal.
Meng Fuyao stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. She had never heard of opera before, nor could she understand how Mei Lanfang and the other men could play the roles of Dan Guoguo and monopolize the Pear Garden. Now that she had personally witnessed the man's brilliant singing, she truly understood that there was a kind of beauty that transcended gender.
In her hand, Lord Ingot suddenly swallowed his saliva.
The sound of his saliva startled the slender beauty, and her singing stopped abruptly. Just as Fuyao was feeling regretful, the beauty turned around and glanced at Fuyao with her slender, bright eyes. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she stood up and pounced on Fuyao.
"San Lang …"
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I'm too lazy to think of the script for 'The Drunken Imperial Concubine'. I don't have the time. It's so much easier to just write it. So, if anyone thinks that the Five Continents Continent will also have 'The Drunken Imperial Concubine', I'll just treat it as a parallel universe.
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