San Lang …
Tang Minghuang!
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she took a step back. Once was enough for the Ninth Madam. She didn't want to be locked up in the woodshed and write 'I'm so stupid, really.'
The beauty's slender and bright eyes turned to look at her. Her eyes were filled with loneliness and resentment, and her slender fingers tapped Fuyao's cheek. "Are you going to the West Palace, Your Majesty?"
The West Palace … Was she fighting for favor with Concubine Mei? Meng Fuyao continued to bow and retreat. "Empress, His Majesty is heading to the East Palace!"
"Aiya …" The beauty covered her face and exclaimed, "Yesterday, His Majesty ordered me to hold a banquet in the Hundred Flower Hall. Hey, why are you going to the Eastern Palace today? Oh, it must be this slut's idea! Cough, let him be! High officials, watch the banquet, wait for your concubine to drink by herself! "
What kind of banquet is this? Which rabbit came to the wrong door and is pretending to have a "girl's grievance" here in a half-crazy, half-stupid manner? "Gao Lishi" flashed a wretched smile and picked up a teapot from the table. She then bent over to scoop up some water from the pool and offered it up with a sinister smile. "Your Highness, this servant would like to propose a toast."
The 'All Night Wine' in the teapot was clear and transparent, reflecting the beautiful woman's silky black hair. He covered his mouth with his hand, turned his waist, and glanced at Fuyao with a faint smile. At that moment, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, but it was instantly annihilated by his beautiful gaze.
"What kind of toast?"
"Drinking all night." Meng Fuyao was secretly delighted. After all, she had seen Li Yugang's version of "The Drunken Concubine". Back then, she had felt that the scene of an all-nighter was rather ambiguous.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The beauty pouted and tilted her head. "Who wants to spend the night with you!"
Meng Lishi scratched his head — what was the next sentence? I forgot my lines.
Who knew that the beauty didn't mind Hercules Meng forgetting his words. She smiled sweetly and leaned over. "Since it's called 'All Night Wine', why don't Hercules Meng and I drink all night … together."
The last two words were barely audible. Fuyao facepalmed. "Ah, ah, ah!" Tampering with the plot, this damned concubine was too frivolous!
"Your Highness is too serious … How could this servant dare to be a cuckold with His Majesty!"
The beauty bent over and drank three cups of wine. With a flick of her sleeves, she was already half-lying on Fuyao's body. She held up the 'All Night Wine' with her slender fingers and smiled coquettishly as she poured the wine into Fuyao's mouth. "There are so many green hats, and many of them are green hats. Strong man, let's go to the Longevity Hall and enjoy the pleasures of intimacy!"
He fell into Fuyao's arms and fed her water while his hands started to get naughty. His hands went straight to a certain important area. The rich fragrance of cosmetics wafted over, infuriating Fuyao. 'How dare you tease your King Meng, you little rabbit!' How dare you ask your King Meng to drink unboiled water!
She stretched out her hand and grabbed the 'niangniang's' slender waist and took the pot of 'All Night Wine'. She said with a smile, "Since it's like this … nubi will accompany niangniang in a big fight for three hundred rounds!" She dragged him to the corner and into the shade of a tree.
"Let's go, let's go back to the palace." The beauty waved her wide sleeves gracefully as she was dragged away. "Ming Emperor tricked me and wasted a good night. He tricked me into empty joy. Long live! I'm going back to the palace with Strong man to sleep! "
"… Yes, let's sleep!" Fuyao's mouth twitched. 'I'll endure, endure, endure, endure, endure.'
She quickly dragged the beauty into the corner of the wall. A moment later, a cloud of dust rose behind the corner, accompanied by muffled bangs. A moment later, Meng Fuyao walked out, blowing on her fists. Her expression was calm and unperturbed.
She then continued to wander around the courtyard with her "rabbit" in her arms, quickly forgetting the "performer" interlude.
Behind the corner of the wall.
The beauty was lying on the ground in a mess of broken flowers and withered leaves. Her long hair was in a mess and her clothes were in tatters. Her nose was bruised and her face was swollen and covered in mud. Her head was drenched in water and her black hair stuck to her back.
He lay there motionlessly, his shoulders shaking slightly. After a while, a few figures flew over. When they saw his figure, they were delighted and said, "Found him!" But when they saw his sorry state, they were immediately shocked.
"Report to the Prince Regent, someone tried to assassinate the Emperor!"
Assassinate the Emperor.
Emperor Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Min.
Xuanyuan Min's shoulders were still shaking slightly. The imperial bodyguards kneeling on the ground looked at each other in dismay. His Majesty was lonely in the palace. The only place he could go was the Imperial Palace and the last place he could go was the Prince's Mansion. But today, he actually came to the Prince's Mansion and was beaten like this. Looking at his weak Majesty, was he crying?
A guard carefully reached out to help Xuanyuan Min up. Unexpectedly, he had already raised his head.
His face was covered in mud and dirt, and his delicate skin was covered in broken leaves. There was a thin line of nosebleed and his lips were red and swollen. He looked as pathetic as one could imagine.
But there were no traces of tears on his face.
He was laughing.
He laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled and his body swayed. He laughed … happily and indulgently. He laughed so hard that tears glistened in the bottom of his eyes, shining with surprise and freshness.
Today was really … a happy day …
He was used to the deep and silent palace, the deep and endless corridors, the high and endless domes, the thick curtains that entangled him like a nightmare, and the pale-faced, courteous, zombie-like eunuchs and palace maids who always had the same expression and tone … How many nights had he walked barefoot in the huge and magnificent palace, singing a play that only one person could hear, until he was exhausted from all the singing, until the sun rose in the east and it was time to go to court, and he dozed off on the throne.
Otherwise, as a serious insomniac, how could he sleep when others wanted him to sleep?
And the wind that swept past the palace in the middle of the night was as heavy as iron, inch by inch it pressed down on the jade and gold palaces, pressed down on the brocade tents and deep tents, pressuring people until they could not breathe. That kind of iron-like space should make people shout and roar, to break through the cage and darkness of the night, but everyone was suppressing it quietly. Even when he was singing to himself, it seemed that he was not used to such loud and surprised gazes. Therefore, in the bedroom that could accommodate a thousand people, behind the dragon bed, he sang softly, leisurely.
Boundless wealth, dreams, desolation.
Then today, he accidentally passed by the Water Hall, the fragrance of the wind was full of fragrance, and the golden hook in front of the Jade Belt Pavilion, he unexpectedly met such a young man.
He was lively and bright, and he was also unrestrained and domineering when beating people. He didn't feel depressed at all because he was in the dignified and noble Regent's Mansion, which was the first mansion that was more important than the palace. He casually played, casually "toasted", and casually beat people up.
Interesting, interesting.
Xuanyuan Min smiled in surprise and repeatedly called for the guards.
"Come on, invite the Regent for me!"
= = =
Of course, Meng Fuyao didn't know that she was so "lucky" that she had casually beaten up an Emperor.
If she knew, she would most likely lament that she was fated to have a bad luck in her life, and that she only touched the royal family.
Her mind was still on Zong Yue. Since Xuanyuan Yun didn't know that she had unintentionally offended him, she naturally had to find a chance to have a good talk with her and pull her over to help.
Zong Yue had been kidnapped for a period of time, and she hadn't found any suspicious places in the Regent's Mansion. That meant that the palace was probably behind the red door, and she would probably be able to find Zong Yue there.
So tonight … she had to pass through the big red door.
Anyone who tried to stop her would be slapped to death.
As the night gradually fell, Meng Fuyao tied up her clothes and headed straight for the big red door with a human and a mouse.
She was already very familiar with the Regent's Mansion, and after a few twists and turns, she passed through the inner courtyard. When she passed by Xuanyuan Yun's courtyard, she carefully slowed down her pace. She could vaguely hear Xuanyuan Yun instructing the maidservant inside the courtyard, "Bring out the incense table, I want to burn incense."
Sigh … silly child, some things can't be solved with prayers. God is a creature that will only add to the chaos. If you want to achieve a certain goal, you have to make a move when it's necessary.
Meng Fuyao raised her hand and made a grabbing gesture in the air.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks. In front of her, the big red door was in sight.
The security was really … tight.
There were nearly a thousand guards patrolling under the wall. The forest of swords, spears, and halberds looked colder and sharper under the early winter moonlight. The guards formed small teams and crossed each other. There was no gap between them. The red door was brightly lit. Not to mention two adults, even Lord Yuan Bao would have to slim down 180 times if he wanted to pass through.
Force his way in? Force his way in? Was he really going to … force his way in?
Then force his way in.
Meng Fuyao whispered a few words into Tie Cheng's ear. Before he could refuse, she gave him a fierce slap and pushed him out!
Then she jumped up and shouted.
"Divine Hand of Fragrance! Where do you think you're going? "
Then, a flurry of stones hit the black shadow, causing the grass and trees to sway. It looked like many people had stepped over it.
Meng Fuyao shouted in a mess.
"Pervert! Stop right there! "
"Ah! How dare you enter the Princess's chamber! You're courting death! "
Tie Cheng was pushed out by Meng Fuyao. He turned around helplessly in mid-air and dove into the bushes to hide. The guards in front of the red door had already been alerted. They looked at each other in dismay. The Prince Regent had ordered them to guard the gate that connected the imperial palace and the imperial palace. They were not allowed to leave their posts without permission. However, the person who had been attacked was none other than the Prince's most precious treasure, the Princess. Furthermore, the assailant was a 'pervert'. If anything were to happen to her, they would be held accountable for the fact that the pervert had passed through the area they were guarding tonight and entered the Princess's chamber right under their noses. If they did nothing to stop him, it would be a crime that they could not afford.
The leader of the guards pondered for a while and waved his hand. "Half of you, go after the pervert!"
Immediately, half of the guards in front of the red door were gone. Just as the leader was about to rearrange the number of patrolling guards, another scream came from the red door.
"Assassin!"
"Protect the Emperor!"
Meng Fuyao perked up. Who could be so telepathic as to enter the palace at the same time? She was still thinking of ways to divert the other half of the guards away, but it seemed that she did not have to worry anymore. The leader of the guards had already given the order to open the gate and meet up with the palace guards who had chased after the assassin to inquire about the situation. The two patrolling teams scattered around the palace walls were in chaos. Meng Fuyao floated up to the last person in the team, sealed his acupoints, and threw him into the bushes.
She was wearing the guard uniform that she had stolen. She followed behind the group and used the movement of the crowd to enter another side door. Then, she bent down and clutched her stomach. She slipped into the bushes at the side. A guard behind her casually looked at her back and smiled casually. "An Zi, right? Every time something happens, you'll have a stomachache. Hey, come back quickly, this is not the time to have a stomachache! "
Meng Fuyao shook her head without looking back. She held her stomach and waved her hands, running into the bushes like a wisp of smoke. The guard laughed. "Be careful, or the assassin will stab you to death."
Beside him, the deputy captain of the third team of imperial guards said impatiently, "Why are you still running at this time? Old Liu, drag him back for me. We have to search the entire West Six Palaces. It's really strange. I clearly saw a black shadow float past just now. "
"In any case, we can confirm that the assassin did not go to the prince's mansion." Old Liu walked into the bushes with a grin. "As for His Majesty … We might not even be able to find him. How could the assassin find him?"
"Shut up!" The captain turned his head and scolded. Old Liu stuck out his tongue and quickly shut his mouth. When he reached the dark shrubbery, he kicked it with a smile and said, "An Zi, are you done pooping? Come out! "
He kicked the air and looked around curiously.
"Where is he?"
= = = =
Meng Fuyao had already leaped over the walls and entered the center of the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace.
She was very familiar with imperial palaces. The Taiyuan Imperial Palace was small and elegant, the Wuji Imperial Palace was exquisite and luxurious, the Tiansha Imperial Palace was simple and unadorned, and the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace … was so strange.
There were not many buildings. The palace walls were dark yellow, and the green glazed tiles were sparsely distributed. The decorations were not too extravagant, but they were exceptionally wide and tall, with deep eaves and domed roofs. They were at least twice the size of ordinary imperial palaces. If a person lived in such a palace, they might not even be able to see the roof even if they broke their neck. Wouldn't that make them feel exceptionally small?
She squatted on the highest roof of the palace and looked around, trying to guess where Zong Yue might be imprisoned. Suddenly, she saw a light flash in a dark and gloomy side hall in front of her.
The light flickered extremely quickly and went out in a blink, like the eye of a ghost. In the depths of the palace, where the lights were off in the middle of the night, it looked absolutely abnormal.
Meng Fuyao immediately floated over.
The light flickered like will-o '-the-wisp, its color pale green, appearing and disappearing in the west room of the side hall. Meng Fuyao landed silently in the courtyard and found that it was probably an unused palace garden. There seemed to be no one around, but in fact, there were guards and eunuchs everywhere. In the west room, there was a hazy light and a faint breath.
It looked like a place where someone was locked up …
She dashed over without hesitation, circled the wall, and knocked out the guards. She then leaped into the courtyard like a falling leaf, floating gently into the courtyard.
The courtyard was silent. The early winter night was covered in a faint fog that shrouded the pavilions and pavilions. Dew droplets appeared on the walls, moist and sparkling to the touch.
The moonlight was as thin as a willow leaf, and Meng Fuyao was an even fainter part of it. She quickly swept across the vast courtyard and stood in front of the west room in the blink of an eye.
The flickering light suddenly went out.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. She immediately mobilized her entire body's consciousness to sense everything that was happening around her, but there was nothing. The 'Danger Detection Radar Detector' in her arms was also sleeping soundly. Everything seemed normal.
But in this kind of place and at this kind of time, what was normal was abnormal.
If it were a more cautious person in the pugilistic world, they would have thought about it carefully and even turned around to leave. However, King Meng was a creature that never knew what fear was, nor did she know what giving up halfway was. Just like now, when she heard the faint breath in the room, her heart itched unbearably. She would not give up until she took a look.
She directly pushed the door open and walked in.
It was an ordinary palace. It was completely empty, and there were only four walls in front of it.
Meng Fuyao looked around and touched a painting on one of the walls. Sure enough, one of the walls slowly moved away.
'Tsk … what an uncreative mechanism.'
The wall moved away, revealing a few steps that extended into the hazy darkness.
Meng Fuyao walked up the steps without fear. After a few steps, the first thing that came into view was a white screen with plum blossoms.
Behind the screen, under the illumination of a green lamp, there seemed to be a figure dressed in white, hanging high up with his hands spread apart. The screen blocked the lower half of the person's body, and one could only vaguely see that the person's clothes were untidy and bloodstained. His wrists, which were hung by a rope mixed with gold thread, were thin and delicate, and his sleeves were full of scars.
The person seemed to be unconscious. His head was half tilted, and his long black hair hung down to cover his face.
Meng Fuyao was shocked.
'Is that Zong Yue?'
'That night when I eavesdropped in the small cave, Xuanyuan Cheng had said that he would torture Zong Yue to make him confess to the underground forces he had established in various countries. Did Xuanyuan Cheng torture Zong Yue?
A cold glint flashed in Meng Fuyao's eyes. Her anger was already rising.
However, she still did not rush forward. Tonight had been too smooth, so smooth that it was a little strange. Xuanyuan Cheng did not seem like someone who only had such a few tricks up his sleeve. Even if he had caught Zong Yue, it was unlikely that he would only set up such defenses. Although the guard mechanism was indeed enough to stop the average martial arts expert, it would not pose any resistance to a top-notch expert like her. Zong Yue had a wide network of friends and had done countless favors for him. How could Xuanyuan Cheng not be on guard against top-notch experts?
She stood there silently, looking at the man hanging high up with blood on the other side of the screen. If that was Zong Yue, the ambush would probably be right in front of him.
The path was only a few dozen steps, and it was smooth and flat. The screen looked simple and translucent, and there was no possibility that it contained any traps.
Because of that, Meng Fuyao was almost knocked down by the 'no suspicious'.
Based on her actual combat experience in various countries, there was no way she could believe that there were no traps along the way.
Time passed slowly as she pondered. She came up with countless ideas and rejected them again and again. The shadow of the moon gradually tilted to the west, and the mist in the hall above slowly seeped into the dark room. The hanging man was motionless, his breath weak. She raised her head to look at the sky through the skylight of the dark room and finally clenched her teeth.
'Ignore it! Charge! ' 'What's there to be afraid of even if there's a trap?'
She flew up and dashed out.
But the moment she dashed out …
A strange sound came from the opposite side, followed by the sound of a spring behind the man. Then, a ray of black light shot out, aiming straight for the man's back!
The man was unable to dodge, and the dagger sank into his back silently. Blood splattered everywhere, and the man's body stiffened. He convulsed vigorously and raised his head in pain.
His jet-black hair fell over his face, and he gritted his snow-white teeth as he let out a dying groan.
In mid-air, Meng Fuyao's body shook violently.
The instant she flashed up, she had already clearly seen the scene of the dagger flying out, and she had also seen the splattering blood. Instantly, a "weng" sound rang out in her mind, and it was as if a million hammers had suddenly smashed down heavily on her, scattering her calm and caution, and hammering out a horrified panic.
'How could this be?'
'Where did she trigger the trap?'
'I only dared to jump up and didn't touch anything, so why did the throwing dagger mechanism activate?' 'Why didn't the dagger go for her, but for the man on the execution rack?'
'Zong Yue!'
Meng Fuyao pounced over.
She sprinted like a wild whirlwind, black lightning, and lightning that could travel thousands of miles in an instant. She kicked through the air and shattered the screen, and the entire room was filled with the shadows of her legs. The shadows of her legs were still lingering in the air, but she was already under the execution rack. In her panic, she couldn't think of anything else. She raised her hand, and with a flash of black light, the gold-threaded ox tendon rope was broken, and the cold, dying body fell into her arms.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly supported his limp body, lifted his head, and combed his messy hair. "Zong Yue … Zong Yue …"
Her voice was suddenly stuck in her throat.
Then, her body suddenly froze.
In her arms, the man in white, with his jet-black hair draped over his face and his body covered in blood and scars, swam through her body like a fish, sealing off all her acupoints.
Then, he raised his head and combed his messy hair with his slender fingers. He smiled at Meng Fuyao and said slowly, "Madam Xuanyuan came late to receive you.
"Concubine Xuanyuan came late to receive you, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
…
Meng Fuyao broke down.
Who knew that this rabbit would hide in the side palace in the middle of the night and play masochistic …
What a tragic misunderstanding …
Xuanyuan Min smiled sweetly as he carried his "Long Live Meng" and stepped on his stepping stool to get off the torture rack. As he walked, he pulled out the dagger that retracted when it came into contact with flesh, threw away the blood sac mixed with chicken blood, and casually tore off the exquisite fake scars. He stuffed everything into a hidden drawer under the torture rack. Meng Fuyao looked down stiffly and saw that there were wigs, fake feet, flexible ropes, treasure chests, retractable sticks, fake hands … So this was a master of magic hidden in the palace …
The master magician cum masochist cum top-notch actor seemed to be very proud of his achievement. He carried Fuyao and kicked open an inner room. It was furnished with a luxurious bed and a small room at the very end, from which steam could be vaguely seen rising.
Master Xuanyuan gently placed Long Live Meng on the bed and sat beside it. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at Meng Fuyao from top to bottom. His slender and bright eyes danced around, caressing Meng Fuyao's body like a spring breeze. His gaze made Meng Fuyao itch all over, as if there were countless little insects crawling all over her. She could not help but get angry and use her gaze to warn him, "If you keep looking, I'll dig two holes for you!"
Unfortunately, an emperor who loved to play masochistic and pretend to be dead in the middle of the night would not be intimidated by anyone's gaze, not even King Meng's. Xuanyuan Min smiled seductively. His eyes, which were painted with rouge, moved closer to Meng Fuyao and pointed inside. "Long Live, let's go have a bath together, shall we?"
'Bath your head! I'll wash off a layer of your skin sooner or later!'
Xuanyuan Min's words were not a question, but an affirmation. He casually unbuttoned Meng Fuyao's clothes, laughing as he did so. "Your body is so strange, it's so soft … Eh, why are these buttons so hard to undo … Eh, why is your shoulder suddenly bulging …"
He was about to tear off Meng Fuyao's clothes when he suddenly stopped and pricked up his ears.
In the wind, he could vaguely hear the sound of clothes fluttering.
He stopped, thought for a moment, and said, "Another guest? Let's see who we can catch this time. "With that, he got up, closed the door, and went back to his treasure chest to pretend to be dead.
Meng Fuyao lay quietly in the darkness, looking up at the sky miserably.
Alright … this was the first time the successful King Meng had been so embarrassed.
Today's failure was purely due to the dagger messing with his mind. It wasn't that he wasn't cautious enough, but he was too worried about Zong Yue's safety. No matter how cautious a person was, in that kind of situation, seeing that the person he wanted to save was "killed" because of him, he would also be shocked and rush to save him in a panic. Who knew that it would be such a coincidence to meet this masochist.
'Wait a minute …' Meng Fuyao frowned. 'Is it really a coincidence? Did this Lord Rabbit really encounter it while playing the game? If not, he's a powerful character. '
'But if he was waiting for me, how did he know I was coming?
'Or … wasn't he waiting for me?'
Meng Fuyao sighed. Her shoulder rustled, and a certain adult crawled out from under her collar. With great difficulty, he crossed his plump legs and sat on her chest, looking her in the eye.
The two of them exchanged glances.
"You're sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. Why didn't you tell me if there was danger?"
"Is this danger? What do you know? I'm only sensitive to murderous aura, not to you. "
"No murderous aura, but perverted aura."
"Very good … You're not a virgin. Master doesn't want you anymore, so you're mine."
"… So you're the second Buddha Lotus!"
Their gazes met and collided, creating sparks.
But even though Ingot scolded her, he still felt that they had a bit of friendship. Besides, Master always attracted a lot of attention. Even without her, there would still be a successor. No matter how he looked at her, apart from being a little black-hearted, a little bad, a little vicious, a little ruthless, a little scheming, and a little less womanly … she was still a little better than the average woman.
Ingot slowly extended his paw and pressed it against the Shanzhong acupoint indicated by her gaze. He bumped and bumped and rubbed it.
After a while, Meng Fuyao sat up with a yelp and beamed. "Rats are really fast, much faster than me opening my acupoint myself."
Ingot gave her a look of disdain. Meng Fuyao once again stuffed him into her sleeve and quietly walked to the door. Sure enough, Master Rabbit had hung herself again.
Under the green light, the scars, the blood, and the dagger looked very real. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and the acting was superb. He was indeed worthy of an Oscar for Best Actor.
The sound of the wind was approaching.
The candlelight flickered, and the air in the room vibrated. Suddenly, a black-clothed figure appeared on the stone steps at the top.
He was tall, slender, and neat. Simple yet strangely gorgeous. His gait was rhythmic and calm, and his strength surged. He was like a graceful leopard preying in the forest.
An assassin beauty!
Meng Fuyao stared at the figure, who was slightly raising his head to look at Master Rabbit. She noticed the thin sword at his side, and her eyes flashed. She finally confirmed that he was the world's number one assassin, An Mei.
That year, when they met in Taiyuan, he had held a thin sword at his elbow and fought Zhan Beiye. Their battle in the forest was the first time she had experienced the power and ferocity of a battle between experts. If Zhangsun Wuji had not pulled her away, she would have squatted there and watched until the end.
That time, he had helped her. After that, he had looked back at the Xuanyuan City Gate and taught her how to pass the test. If he was not an enemy, he was naturally a friend.
Meng Fuyao had never been the kind of person who would say, "If I'm unlucky, I hope you're unlucky this time." She could not imagine that if An Mei was dragged into this small room by Master Rabbit in the same way, how could the bed be big enough to sleep three people?
She leaned against the door and saw An Mei raise his head and look in the direction of Master Rabbit. He seemed to shake his head, and a strange expression flashed across his eyes. Then, he was about to fly up.
"Don't go over!"
With a bang, the stone door was smashed open, and a slender black shadow rushed out. First, she kicked away the stepping stool hidden under Xuanyuan Min's feet. Xuanyuan Min cried out in pain, and was really hung up. Meng Fuyao had already pounced out and bumped into An Mei, who was already flying over. "It's a trap!"
She rushed out like a cannonball, and An Mei's attention was on Xuanyuan Min. Caught off guard, she bumped into him. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed her shoulder, but did not push her away. Instead, he looked up at Xuanyuan Min, who was really hanging up on the rack.
Their eyes met, and a faint light flashed in the dark green light.
Then, he turned around and spun around with Meng Fuyao. "Why can't I go over?"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been injured, but it was not unpleasant. Instead, it gave it a faint magnetism. Every word reverberated, and there was a unique charm to it. Meng Fuyao listened in intoxication, thinking that it was good to be a beauty. Even the imperfections in his voice seemed to be deliberately created by the heavens.
"That guy is a trap." She pointed at Xuanyuan Min. "From head to toe, everything about him is fake."
An Mei's eyes flashed. "Oh?" Without another word, he dragged Fuyao away.
On the rack, Xuanyuan Min opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call out something, but immediately shut it. He stared at the back of the two of them, and after a while, a mysterious smile slowly appeared on his face.
Then, with a light kick, he kicked away the rope on his left hand. With a somersault in mid-air, the rope on his right hand was also freed.
He landed on the ground and pressed his slender fingers to his lips, smiling charmingly.
= = =
Meng Fuyao's hand was held by An Mei as they ran through the palace.
The entire palace had been alarmed. From Prince Regent's Mansion to the palace, there were lit torches and running guards everywhere. Everyone gathered in one direction, which was the opposite direction from them. There, a group of black-clothed figures moved like lightning, constantly passing through the pursuers' field of vision.
This was probably An Mei's tactic to lure the palace guards away from the mountain. Meng Fuyao watched from afar and saw a man wearing a golden crown and a royal robe commanding the black-clothed figures. His temperament was calm and composed, and it seemed to be Xuanyuan Cheng. Meng Fuyao looked at the black-clothed figures worriedly and said in a low voice, "If they fall, it will be very difficult to rescue them."
An Mei turned to look at her, her glass-like eyes flashing. "Why should we rescue them?"
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao was stunned. "If we don't …" She struggled to speak. "Then what about them?"
"Death."
It was a straightforward answer, concise and comprehensive, and valiant. Meng Fuyao choked on that one word. After a long while, she shook her head and sighed silently.
After sighing, she shook off An Mei's hand that had been holding her and turned around to leave.
An Mei suddenly reached out and grabbed her sleeve. Meng Fuyao frowned and was about to flare up when An Mei pressed her head down.
He pressed down so hard that Meng Fuyao's mouth fell open. She subconsciously tried to protect Yuan Bao, who might have been pinned down by her, but An Mei held her down and refused to let go.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. A huge fireball appeared above their heads like a sudden burst of sunlight, illuminating the roofs within a few miles. Meng Fuyao and An Mei's figures were immediately exposed to the guards who had been searching for them when the fireball exploded.
Xuanyuan Cheng turned to look at them from afar. He was a refined middle-aged man in a royal robe, holding a strange bow and arrow. He looked calmly in their direction, and it was obvious that he was the one who had forced them to reveal themselves. Xuanyuan Cheng looked at the two of them calmly and waved his hand. Immediately, a group of guards armed with crossbows and fire arrows rushed forward. The fire arrows fell like a meteor shower, drawing beautiful rainbows in the night sky and heading straight for An Mei and Meng Fuyao.
"Let's go!"
An Mei pulled Meng Fuyao and flew up. Although the fire arrows behind them were fast, they could not outrun the two men. From afar, the net of fire arrows was like a meteor shower, following closely behind the two agile men in black, but there was always a distance between them.
Just as Meng Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard an air-piercing sound behind her. The sound was extremely fast, and in an instant, it surpassed the rain of fire arrows and soared into the sky like a flood dragon. It tore through the air and headed straight for the back of Meng Fuyao, who was a step behind.
The speed of the arrow was indescribably fast, and the power of the arrow was unparalleled!
Meng Fuyao suddenly thought of Zhan Beiye. Ever since she came to the Five Continents Continent, Zhan Beiye was the only one who had reached such a realm in archery and strength. Who would have thought that there would be such an expert in Xuanyuan Kingdom?
The fire arrows whizzed through the air, and the flames on the arrows danced like dragons, ferociously devouring life. Three arrows were fired consecutively, one after the other. Amidst the clanging sounds, the arrows flew so fast that their trajectories could no longer be seen. Only the dazzling flames could be seen, like the rapidly blinking eyes of God. The fastest arrow had already touched the back of Meng Fuyao's clothes!
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. With a flash of her Heaven Piercing Sword, she turned around and was about to strike down when An Mei suddenly shouted, "Don't take it!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he had already pounced over and pushed Meng Fuyao forward with his palm. He arched his body to block her back, causing her to stagger. She heard a low 'chi' sound and smelled something burnt.
She spun around and saw that the fastest fire arrow had silently pierced through An Mei's back. In an instant, his back was on fire, and beautiful sparks blossomed on it. The hair on the back of his neck was also caught on fire, curling up and turning into ashes. Meng Fuyao was shocked and wanted to put out the fire, but An Mei waved his hand and said sternly, "Get out of the way!"
His voice was full of pain and anxiety, but it did not sound like he was worried about his own injury. Instead, it sounded like he was afraid that Meng Fuyao would get close and pull out the arrow.
Meng Fuyao was startled by his tone and stood still. At that moment, the fire burned even more fiercely, and she could vaguely smell the burning flesh. The smell was truly hair-raising, and she could not help but recall the time when Hua Zi was burned to death in front of her in the dense forest of Chang Han Mountain. She recalled the most intense and unbearable pain among all injuries, and in an instant, tears almost flowed out of her eyes.
An Mei's expression did not change. He calmly reached behind his back and slowly pulled out the arrow. He pulled it out very slowly and carefully, causing Meng Fuyao to stomp her feet anxiously. She could not help but complain, "Can you pull it out faster? You'll die from burns! "
An Mei completely ignored her. He grabbed the burning arrow with his bare hand, and in an instant, his palm was burned red. His eyebrows twitched, but he remained calm, as if he cherished the arrow very much. It was as if he did not feel the fire burning on his palm. With a high degree of endurance, he endured the immense pain of the burning arrow and gently, slowly, placed the arrow on the eaves beside him.
He was extremely careful in releasing the arrow, as if it was a fragile treasure, and as if the burning arrow was nothing to him. However, as soon as the arrow was placed down, he immediately leaped up and slapped his palm on the roof to extinguish the fire on his palm. Then, he quickly extinguished the fire on his back. Meng Fuyao had already rushed over to help him extinguish the fire. An Mei grabbed her and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and leave!"
He placed the still burning arrow on top of the eaves and used a rock to hold it down. Then, he took out a rope and tied it to the rock. Using the rope, he pulled Meng Fuyao and fled. The guards behind them caught up, but just as they were about to reach the top of the eaves, An Mei yanked the rope violently.
The rock flipped over, hitting the arrow below it. The arrow bounced up and shone brightly in mid-air.
"Boom!"
The huge explosion shook the eaves under the feet of the two people who had already run several miles away. Countless glazed tiles were shattered and fell to the ground. This was the tiles of the palace that was very far away. It was not hard to imagine what kind of damage would be caused if they were at the center of the explosion.
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened in shock. That arrow was so terrifying! No wonder An Mei had risked his life to block her. No wonder he had endured the immense pain of the burning arrow to release it gently. If she had received the arrow, she, An Mei, and Lord Yuan Bao would have been reduced to ashes in an instant.
If she had been the one to be pierced by the arrow, would she have been able to endure the searing pain and slowly release the arrow to ensure the safety of those around her?
"What kind of arrow is that? It's so powerful? " Meng Fuyao could not help but ask. She felt something sticky on her palm. Looking down, she saw that the blisters on An Mei's palm had burst, and his bodily fluids were flowing out, wetting her hand. She could imagine how much pain he was in, but he still did not let go.
"That's the God Stunning Arrow. One arrow shocks the gods, causing the sun and moon to lose their light," An Mei replied in a low voice. "Xuanyuan Cheng is Moon Soul's junior brother. He's the number one expert of Xuanyuan Country that no one knows about."
Meng Fuyao was silent. She felt that she had been too careless. Just because she was skilled and bold, she had dared to barge into the palace without even knowing this. After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Are you okay …"
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