"Motherf * cker, what does it have to do with me that you lack an empress?" Fuyao jumped up and stepped on the paper. "I thought it was some kind of brilliant plan, but it's just a bunch of nonsense … Wait a minute, emperor? Emperor? "
With a swoosh, she picked up the torn piece of paper from the soles of her feet and looked at it again. Only then did she say sluggishly, "I?"
An Mei suddenly said, "I heard that Xuanyuan's puppet emperor is very … special."
"Oh …" Fuyao facepalmed. "Really … very special."
An entertainer who called her "Long live the emperor" turned out to be a "Long live the emperor".
The second generation of the emperor who grew up under the Regent's perverted brilliance was indeed even more perverted.
They played with the imperial moon, drank imperial concubine wine, admired the Xuanyuan flower, and climbed the Meng family's willow.
They fiddled with layers of brocade that they couldn't get rid of.
"What did he say to you?" An Mei's eyes flashed.
"I'll see you in the backyard of Exquisite Fragrant House, if I change my mind and accept his conditions," Fuyao answered weakly.
An Mei smirked. "Be his male empress?"
"I don't think he's good enough for me," Fuyao said with a straight face as she sat on the toilet.
"Indeed," An Mei answered. "The one who's good enough for you probably hasn't been born yet."
Fuyao rolled her eyes. She didn't want to bicker with the patient. "What do you think he's trying to do with this proposal?"
"The Xuanyuan Kingdom is holding a concubine selection recently," An Mei answered. An Mei answered, "To enrich His Majesty's harem. Although there are many concubines in His Majesty's harem, the position of His Majesty's harem is empty. It is not proper. Cuifang Zhai is the courtyard where the new batch of young masters who are most likely to enter the harem live.
"Ha, why hasn't he chosen an empress after so long?"
"When a person's freedom is restricted too much, he'll always find something to rebel against. That's what happens when he sings, fakes, and doesn't choose an empress," An Mei answered.
Meng Fuyao sighed and squatted on the toilet bowl, listening to the commotion outside. "Before tonight, Xuanyuan Cheng will definitely search the palace again. We've escaped once, but there's no way we can escape again. Hey, is your fever down yet?" she said thoughtfully.
An Mei said, "I'll have a relapse before tonight, so you can leave on your own."
"Oh." Fuyao climbed down the toilet and picked up the ingot. "I'm leaving. Bye."
She walked towards the door. An Mei didn't move, looking at her from the top of the toilet throne.
She walked to the door, turned around, and asked him seriously, "Hey, how do I get to Exquisite Fragrant House?"
An Mei looked at her of with a sudden with a smile.
His smile was bright and beautiful. His originally haggard complexion was instantly covered up by his glass-like eyes and fiery red lips. His eyes were filled with flowing lights and overflowing colors, so bright that Fuyao squinted her eyes in discomfort.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, breathtakingly gorgeous. If a beauty dies from a smile, being an "Empress" is also a romantic thing …
Unfortunately, that stunning smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared. In the next instant, An Mei regained his cold and sharp temperament. He said, "I don't need you to sacrifice yourself. Besides, Xuanyuan Min's conditions are definitely not simple. Why do you want to get involved in this mess?"
Fuyao laughed and wrinkled her nose, pointing at herself. "Don't be so narcissistic, Brother An Mei. I'm not doing this for you. I just don't want Xuanyuan Cheng to be comfortable. He forced me to hide and almost lost my life. How can I just let it go? If Xuanyuan Min wants to make use of me, why can't I make use of him? "
She waved her hand and said in a heroic manner, "Why not play when there's something fun to do? Why do you want to risk your life? Come, Brother An Mei, Brother Ingot, I can give you some bird's nest now. " She tied herself up and prepared her weapon, ready to explore Exquisite Fragrant House. "Where's Exquisite Fragrant House?" she asked.
An Mei looked at her for a long time. "It's next door," he said when she was about to leave.
"…"
Fuyao staggered and turned back to support herself against the wall. 'Damn child, you're too unkind …'
= = =
After climbing over a wall, she arrived at the Exquisite Fragrance House where the new beauties lived. She stood on her tiptoes and looked at the back wall. Beaming with joy, she said, "Ah, I'm coming …"
"Oh, I haven't asked you yet. Where did you get the bed from last night?" An Mei looked down at the bed and thought it was made of a strange material.
Fuyao smiled and turned back. "The toilet bowl was made of wood."
It was An Mei's turn to stagger. Fuyao pretended to help him up. "Oh, brother, what's wrong?"
An Mei took a deep breath and said calmly, "I'm fine."
"How are you going to get out like this?" Fuyao sighed. She turned her eyes away from his beautiful half-naked body and tightened her face. "If I had known this would happen, I would have taken off some clothes from the actor yesterday. I think his red robe with dark green peonies and macaws looks pretty good." After saying that, she shook herself.
An Mei said, "Is your eyesight bad? Don't you see the bundle hanging from the vines at the back wall? "
"Eh?" Fuyao exclaimed. Indeed, she found a bundle hidden in the shade of the vines. Inside were two sets of eunuch clothing. She helped An Mei change her clothes and tugged on the vines. Someone knocked on the wall from inside. She pulled An Mei over and saw a small courtyard next door. A eunuch was waiting under the vines.
Seeing the two of them coming over, he silently retreated. His footsteps were especially light, and he pointed at a tightly shut door, indicating for the two of them to enter. He then retreated out of the courtyard. From the half-closed door, he could see a group of imperial guards and eunuchs standing guard outside.
Fuyao was still a little hesitant, afraid that it was a trap set by the Regent or the actor emperor. An Mei pulled her over and pushed the door open.
With a squeak, the carved fan was gently pushed open, and a room full of whispers and soft voices filled the air.
Golden hooks and jade curtains, soft silk mattresses, bronze beast incense burners, and behind a red sandalwood screen embroidered with hundreds of flowers, there was a vague image of a naked man and woman entangled with each other. Their voices were soft and seductive. Looking at their posture, it was as if they were sitting on a lotus or an old man was pushing a cart. The room was full of lingering and rippling fragrance, mixed with the smell of the sexual and bodily fluids that seeped out after the man and woman had intercourse. It formed a fragrant and strange smell, causing the people who barged in to blush.
"Your Majesty … I … can't do it …"
"Good, darling, meat lump … My good Xiuxiu … is called Long Live …"
"Long Live … Long Live … My name is Zi 'er … How can you … always forget …"
"Oh … Zi 'er … You're really good … Come … Change positions …"
"… Aiya … Sweetheart …"
Amidst the coquettish murmurs and soft moans, Pearl Sand Tent trembled as she reached out with her snow-white arms, her fingertips gently scratching the air … An Mei turned her head. Meng Fuyao smiled and pulled a chair to sit down, leisurely preparing to enjoy the erotic scene. Lord Ingot, who was in her arms, popped his head out and stared at them carefully. Suddenly, he reached out with his claws to cover Meng Fuyao's eyes. His own gaze, however, was full of vigor. Meng Fuyao pulled down his meddlesome claws and covered his entire body with her hands. Ignoring his struggles, she whispered in his ear, "Be good, don't look at indecent things, or you'll get a needle mark."
Then, she excitedly went to "get needle-like eyes". Lord Ingot was indignant. 'My claws can only cover half of her eyes, but her claws can cover my whole body?'
Just as Meng Fuyao was researching the name of the new position, her vision went dark. Someone's hand covered her smooth, uninjured palm with a faint medicinal smell. At the same time, she heard him say, "Don't look at indecent things, or you'll get needle-like eyes."
Meng Fuyao angrily pulled his hand down and remained silent. The commotion between the two men and the rat startled the two people behind the screen. A certain actor was at a critical juncture, but he miraculously pulled himself out of it. With a somersault, he pounced on them and lay naked on the screen. Without a shred of shame, he greeted the two people who were watching the erotic scene. "You're here."
It was as calm as if he had been caught eating.
The woman cried out in alarm. Her voice trembled as she said, "Long live, why are you now … now …" Suddenly she discovered the silhouette in front of the screen. "Ah!" she jumped up.
She jumped up, her snow-white skin flashing like a fish. Meng Fuyao was very impolite to the man, but she was a little embarrassed to see the woman. She subconsciously turned her face away, but before she could, she saw Xuanyuan Min's naked arm on the screen. The moment the woman jumped up, he swung it like lightning.
A snow-white light flashed, and the arm wrapped around the woman's neck. Then, Xuanyuan Min smiled sweetly and gently tightened his fingers.
"Crack."
The sound of the neck breaking was like thunder in the quiet room. The woman's throat gurgled a few times. She stared at Xuanyuan Min, who was smiling sweetly at her, with her eyes wide open. Then, her whole neck strangely drooped down.
She was dead.
She had died in the hands of the emperor who had just made love with her and said he wanted to make her the Empress.
She had died at the peak of a dream of extreme excitement and joy. Then, she had fallen from the peak, onto the embroidered dragon and phoenix mattress, and into the pool of her own virgin blood.
The first victim of the imperial family's dark and deceitful battle, Yuwen Zi.
The room was silent, and the faint smell of blood mixed in with the spring atmosphere. Xuanyuan Min was smiling like a flower in the smoke.
Meng Fuyao stared at him as if she was staring at a man-eating flower.
What kind of man would a man who could instantly strangle a woman whom he had just had sex with, who had the fate of becoming husband and wife, to death?
What kind of people were the people of the Xuanyuan family?
Compared to them, be it Taiyuan Qi Xunyi, Wuji King, or Tiansha Zhan Nancheng, they were all as pure and cute as Lord Yuan Bao.
Meng Fuyao let out a long sigh. The environment really made a talent …
She was starting to regret her choice. It seemed that getting involved with the Xuanyuan family was no longer the same as asking a tiger for its skin. It was even harder than asking a tiger to become a herbivore.
Xuanyuan Min only smiled at her and said gently, "Hooray … If this woman doesn't die, how can you be my Empress? So, you're the one who caused her death. "
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while. "One day, I'll make you ride me … and give you a good beating."
"I'd love to." Xuanyuan Min laughed. "I'm so infatuated with you that I can't forget."
He threw a scroll over and said, "Hurry up and memorize all the information on Yuwen Zi. I still have to hurry up and make a mask. Sigh, is there a lonely man like me who has such a hard life? I even have to make a mask myself. Oh, right … because I'm so fond of you, you haven't been able to get out of bed for three days. Hurry up and memorize these three days to familiarize yourself with your identity. "
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Meng Fuyao grabbed the scroll and estimated the time. She had taken An Mei's pulse this morning and discovered that his external injuries were secondary. What was worse was that the True Power from the arrow had triggered his old internal injuries. He wouldn't be able to recover without a period of rest. He could still sit, but he was only forcing himself to do so. She had to give him time to recuperate. Since she was trapped in this damned palace, she had no choice but to find a way to survive.
"It's simple. This isn't an ordinary concubine selection. It's of a very high standard. It's to fill the ranks of the four concubines and prepare for the future Empress. That's why there are only eight women living in Cuifang House, all descendants of the Regent's distant relatives or trusted aides. There's already a mess of spies in my palace. Originally, Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu were the Regent's people. I can ignore them, but once the Empress is established, there will be no restrictions on her meeting with the Emperor. Moreover, she must be summoned at least four times a month. My freedom will be greatly restricted, so I can't let them be the Empress, at least not now."
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. "I'm just a passerby. What happens after I leave?"
"We'll talk about it when the time comes. Who knows if you'll be willing to leave?" Xuanyuan Min smiled meaningfully. "Besides, how can you be so relaxed as an Empress or Imperial Concubine? I'm counting on you to deal with my Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu. "
Meng Fuyao yawned lazily. She thought to herself, 'I'm so lucky to even get involved in a palace fight.'
"Why did you choose Yuwen Zi?"
"She's the Regent's distant relative. Among the eight, her bloodline is the closest to him, but she lives the furthest from him. She's from the Changning Mansion in the Northern Xuanyuan Territory. The other seven are the daughters of the Regent's trusted aides. He watched most of them grow up in Kunjing. Yuwen Zi is the only one he's not familiar with. She's the only one he can exploit. Besides …" Xuanyuan Min blinked. "I've been doting on her recently. I visit her every day. I love her so much that she can't even get out of bed. No one has the chance to get to know her."
"Xuanyuan Cheng doesn't guard against you at all?" Meng Fuyao pretended not to see his ambiguous expression and changed the topic. "Why would he leave such a big loophole for you to exploit?"
"Where did the loophole come from?" Xuanyuan Min smiled. "Almost everyone in the palace is his, including the eight beauties. It's very safe." He narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly like a fox. "But it doesn't matter how many people there are. As long as they're useful, it's fine. I grew up in this palace. After so many years, how could I not have some of my own?"
"Moreover, the Regent has been very busy recently." Xuanyuan Min smiled and pointed at Meng Fuyao. "He has to worry about the assassin and his little princess."
"What happened to Xuanyuan Yun?" Meng Fuyao raised her brows. 'No way, he's made a move on the rabbit princess?'
"It's just a small illness." Xuanyuan Min smiled. "His baby is really well guarded. It's not easy to pry open a loophole."
Meng Fuyao couldn't be bothered to ask how he had done it. She was an expert in setting up plots and plots. Xuanyuan Cheng was both scheming and martial arts, and his only weakness was his daughter. If he didn't make a move on her, who else would he make a move on?
"Don't kill her … She's a good child." Meng Fuyao sighed. "Otherwise, don't blame me for not helping you properly."
"You're such a strange person. You have to care about unrelated people." Xuanyuan Min raised his brows. "You're not a good empress."
Meng Fuyao smiled and stood up to leave. "Then you should find someone else."
"Don't you want to know where Zong Yue is?"
Meng Fuyao turned around and raised her brows.
"I don't know either." Xuanyuan Min spread his hands innocently.
Meng Fuyao punched him fiercely.
"… But you're the empress. With the two of us working together, do you think we can't find someone?"
Meng Fuyao snorted and grabbed the document. Suddenly, she turned around with a smile and said to the silent An Mei, "Chun Mei, aren't you going to pour tea for your Young Mistress, the future Empress?"
"…"
= = = =
That night, the new version of 'Yuwen Zi' and 'Chun Mei' stayed in the small courtyard. By nightfall, An Mei's injury had indeed started to act up. He gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, but he was restlessly tossing and turning on the bed. Meng Fuyao did not sleep for the whole night. She was busy changing his dressing, lowering his temperature, and feeding him water. Seeing that his fever was too high, she simply removed his clothes and slowly wiped his body. In her previous life, she was someone who often took care of patients, so she was very skilled at it. At this point, there was no need for her to be wary of men and women. All she had in her eyes was the patient.
The handkerchief soaked in cold water slowly slid across his smooth, delicate body, wiping away his sweat and the burning heat in his body. An Mei gradually calmed down and seemed to have regained some of his consciousness. When Meng Fuyao wiped his chest, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.
To avoid awkwardness, there was no light in the room. Caught off guard, Meng Fuyao was startled. She thought that he was going to bite her finger again, but An Mei gently pressed her hand against his chest and mumbled something. She did not hear it clearly, so she moved closer to listen. Just as she got closer, a rich and elegant manly scent hit her, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was only then that she remembered that his clothes were untidy and that it would be too ambiguous to get close to him. She quickly moved away.
She bent her body in front of the bed, her palm pressed tightly by An Mei. She pressed it close to his heart and felt the rapid beating under her palm. It was like a rapid stream flowing through the silent night, with an indescribable calmness and restraint. It caused a deep resonance in the vast earth. Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat again. In that instant, it was as if it was beating at the same frequency as the heartbeat under her palm. The same mood, but different thoughts. The chilly winter wind was rustling, but it could not blow away the deeply buried loneliness and fear.
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and reached out to push his hand away. Suddenly, An Mei let go of her and let out a long sigh.
Meng Fuyao was shocked. She thought that he had woken up, but upon closer inspection, his eyelashes fluttered and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was still in a semi-conscious state. Meng Fuyao sat in the darkness, holding onto the wet towel and gazing at him for a long time. She wondered what kind of dream he was in for him to let out such a helpless and desolate sigh.
In the latter half of the night, she saw that An Mei was very weak, so she decided to use her true Qi to heal him. True Qi was precious, and it was dangerous to use it in such a dangerous place. However, she did not think too much about it. No matter how precious it was, it was not as important as his health. If An Mei recovered, wouldn't they have more freedom? Besides, watching him suffer like this would make her King Meng's conscience very uncomfortable.
Who knew that when she placed her palm on An Mei's back and was about to transfer her true Qi over, An Mei's body suddenly trembled. It was as if he had sensed her intentions amidst the chaos, and his body immediately resisted. Meng Fuyao tried three times, but was repelled all three times. Seeing that he refused to accept it, she could only give up.
That night, she did not close her eyes. In the unlit room, she quietly watched the rise and fall of An Mei's back. When she heard his breathing gradually turn from rapid to long and calm, she knew that the crisis was over. She could not help but let out a long sigh.
= = =
Three days later, Meng Fuyao's version of Yuwen Zi officially took office.
On the evening of the third day, Xuanyuan Min handed her the completed human skin mask. Meng Fuyao looked at Xuanyuan Min disdainfully while changing her appearance. "What kind of speed is this? It took you three days to make a mask. My bones are flat from sleep."
Xuanyuan Min immediately reached out. "Let me touch, let me touch." Meng Fuyao ruthlessly stepped on his hand.
An Mei slept in a small room in Exquisite Fragrant House. Of course, he was now Yuwen Zi's personal handmaiden, Chun Mei. Chun Mei was too tall and hard to conceal, so when Yuwen Zi recovered, Chun Mei fell sick because she was "too tired from serving Miss". Meng Fuyao was worried that this would not drag on for long, but An Mei said that he would only need to rest for a few more days. Then, he would barely be able to maintain his bone-shrinking state for an hour. When that time came, he should be able to handle it.
One time, Xuanyuan Min scurried into the room to check on An Mei. Then, he turned around and looked at Meng Fuyao's dark circles. Full of jealousy, he raised his thumb and middle finger. "You two, day and night, aren't you? I've slept with seven women in one night, and I didn't even look this bad! "
"Yes, yes, yes. You're invincible, and you've really slept with seven wolves in one night." Meng Fuyao kicked him out. "Please, you've already 'slept' with me today. If you do it again, I'll be drowned in a sea of vinegar."
"That's great, I'll take the opportunity to witness your skills." Xuanyuan Min flicked his sleeves excitedly and said coquettishly, "The first time I saw you, I knew you were definitely a harem killer … Good man, when are you going to beat me up again?"
"Now!" Meng Fuyao stomped on him. Bang! Bang!
Finally, she sent the happy bunny emperor away. With a squeak, she opened the door that had been shut for three days. Holding onto her waist, she walked with the posture of a hot, pampered, and arrogant lady. She walked into the sunlight and into the complicated gazes of the people who were peeking at her from the other side of the courtyard.
King Meng finally took a step forward, officially kicking off her Xuanyuan Min's valiant life in the harem …
= = =
"Isn't this Sister Zi? I heard that you're not feeling well recently? Are you feeling better now? " Sure enough, before Meng Fuyao could walk out of her courtyard, a beautiful lady happened to pass by. She stopped in her tracks and greeted her with a smile. However, the smile was fake no matter how one looked at it.
The lady was anxious and lacked composure. Her acting skills were third-rate. Appraisal complete.
"Aiya … thank you for asking. I'm finally feeling better." Meng Fuyao frowned and sighed. "It's really … tormenting …"
The last sentence was spoken softly, but it immediately caused the lady's expression to change. She snorted and glanced at Meng Fuyao. "Sister Zi, you're so frivolous. I'm just afraid that even though a beautiful flower blooms, no one will appreciate it if someone plucks it. If I were to be banished from the palace, who would I marry?"
"Sister Hua, you're right." Meng Fuyao came to a sudden realization. She frowned and pondered. After a while, she clapped her hands and said, "That won't do. I'll marry your father. The Hua family in the capital is the most romantic. Their ten wives and concubines are all well-nourished. I'll be the eleventh wife. Sister Hua, at least you'll have to call me mother."
"You … shameless!" Miss Hua's pretty face was ashen. She flicked her sleeves and left.
Meng Fuyao spread her hands lazily. She was too weak. Depressing.
Someone laughed softly and said, "I rarely see you, Sister Zi. I didn't know you're so good at talking."
Fuyao turned her head and saw a woman dressed in plain clothes smiling at her under the wisteria. It was a perfect smile, with the corners of her mouth raised by 30 degrees, revealing half of her teeth. The angle and arc were perfect.
The lady was calm, lurking at the side, waiting for an opportunity to spy. Her eyes were calm, and her smile was reasonable. Her acting skills were definitely above average.
"Sister Xue, you're too polite. I've always been a person who speaks the right words to people, but … to ghosts." Meng Fuyao smiled modestly. "I'm not like you, Sister Xue, who comes from a scholarly and noble family. You have the demeanor of a great family."
"No matter how great your demeanor is, it can't compare to your glory in being favored by the emperor." Jian Xue, the daughter of the Imperial Censor Jian Shi, looked at Meng Fuyao's face with concern. She walked over gracefully and waved her hand to order a maidservant to bring a basket.
"These are all nourishing items. You don't look too good. Remember to take care of your body."
Meng Fuyao glanced at the basket but did not accept it. Instead, she smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Sister. Xiao An …"
The eunuch who had been ordered by Xuanyuan Min to receive them a few days ago was transferred out. He was now Meng Fuyao's personal eunuch. It was said that he came from a poor family and was a very cautious person when he entered the palace. It was just that he looked a little tired. He bowed silently. Meng Fuyao said, "Sister, this basket is really beautiful. It must have been made by a famous craftsman in the capital. I'm already embarrassed to accept a gift, but I've even taken your beloved basket. Xiao An, go get the Pisces Rattan Basket from my room. Also, bring a portion of the Pearl Beautifying Powder from His Majesty."
"How could I …" Jian Xue's smile froze, but she still maintained her ladylike demeanor. She took the basket, thanked her, and left. Meng Fuyao looked at Jian Xue's fleeing figure and stretched lazily.
'Really, even if I say that her acting skills are above average, her level of trickery is too low. I don't even need to use my own intelligence. Just the influence of the Golden Branch Palace of Desire is enough to kill a bunch of people. The things are not poisonous, but there are poisonous needles in the basket. If something happens in the future, she can just destroy the basket when no one is paying attention. Dead people tell no tales. It's a good plan, but her acting skills are too bad. The moment she handed the basket over, her expression changed.
'I still have to learn!'
Meng Fuyao walked back lazily. Seeing that the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly, she asked Xiao An to bring some snacks and sat in the courtyard to think. She wondered if the people and events she had met in the past few years were too fierce, to the point that palace fights of this level were child's play to her. She also thought about how Zhan Beiye had become the new Emperor and how many things were waiting to be done in the country. This time, the new Emperor of the Han Dynasty was going to explode in the universe. Thinking about Zhan Beiye, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it for a long time, she realized that she had left in too much of a hurry.
Meng Fuyao thought about it for a long time and decided that she deserved it. Who asked him to beat her up?
She then thought about Wuji's secret guard. There was still no news of him. The borders of Xuanyuan Kingdom were too difficult to enter. In the past two years, there had been very few passes from other countries. Poor secret guard. Although he was good at tracking, assassinating, and spying, he couldn't handle her traveling around the various countries like the wind. He chased after her all day and couldn't catch up to her. If Zhangsun Wuji came back and found out that she had dumped him again, she would probably be in trouble again.
Sigh … Thinking about that guy, she couldn't help but sigh. She used the sesame cake to draw circles on the stone table. She drew a big circle, a small circle, an even smaller circle, and then a big firework. Boom!
Don't ask her what she meant. She didn't know either. Hadn't she heard of the word 'graffiti'?
The sesame seeds on the sesame cake fell. She dipped her saliva into her mouth and picked them up one by one to eat. Oh … she ate all her worries …
After finishing the sesame on the table, she grabbed another piece of cake. Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong. There were four pieces just now, so why were there only two now?
Something fell from the top of her head. She pinched it with her fingers. It was a sesame seed.
She stared at it for half a second, then raised her head and smiled. "Which greedy cat up there stole into my yard?"
With a rustle of leaves, a round face appeared. It had round eyes, a round mouth, a round chin, and round ears. Meng Fuyao blacked out. Had Doraemon transmigrated as well?
Doraemon smiled at Meng Fuyao with seven sesame seeds and said in a sticky voice, "Hmm … Why are your cakes so much better than mine?"
Meng Fuyao blacked out again. Don't tell me that she's also a candidate for the empress? That's too unusual …
Wait a minute, the youngest in the selection was the youngest daughter of the Yangwei General, the sixteen-year-old Tang Yiguang …
Sesame seeds continued to fall from the top of her head. Tang Yiguang, the Doraemon version of Tang Yiguang, spoke with a lisp, not forgetting to chew on the cake. Meng Fuyao hurriedly jumped away from her poisonous range and heard her say, "Hmm … Sister, your breasts are so big … How did they grow …"
Meng Fuyao looked down at her own chest. No way? I'm only a 34B. Of the two just now, one was at least a 36D, and the other was probably a 38E. Even before they reached the yard, their breasts were almost at the front of the bed. How did Tang Yiguang grow her eyes?
Doraemon was stupid and continued to study her breasts. "Hmm … How did they grow …"
Meng Fuyao broke down. She should have gone to a nursery instead of the palace.
The crumbs on top of her head fell even more fiercely. There seemed to be a hole in Tang Yiguang's chin, and as she ate, she swung her fishing rod in an attempt to catch another one. She had used this method just now to catch a piece of cake without batting an eyelid.
Meng Fuyao stared at the frightening hook swinging back and forth above her head. Afraid that the doll would accidentally hook off her ear, she quickly hung the cake up. "Please come down and eat. If you eat any more, my neck will be filled with your sesame seeds."
Tang Yiguang grunted and quickly stuffed the biscuit into her mouth. After chewing twice, she magically devoured the biscuit, which was no smaller than the size of her palm. She jumped down and looked up at her. "Is there more?" she asked.
Meng Fuyao looked at the way she landed and realized that she actually knew martial arts. Her eyes flashed, and she waved her hand with a smile. "Yes, but you have to tell me, why did you run up the tree?"
"To look after the house …" Tang Yiguang licked the sesame seeds on her fingers. She looked more like a sixteen-year-old than a sixteen-year-old. "If I sit higher, I can see the house." She blinked, and her eyes quickly became misty. "I miss home …"
She looked at Meng Fuyao's chest and revealed a look that said, 'This boob looks very much like Mommy. Can I lean on it too?'
Meng Fuyao jumped up and hurriedly called out, "Little An, get a basket of cakes to stop Miss Tang's tears …" She grabbed her skirt and ran away. She saw that the girl's gaze was secretive, and she was really afraid that the girl, who looked like she loved milk, would pounce on her boobs in order to seek comfort.
She scurried into the courtyard and closed the door with a bang. She leaned against it and panted. This was the first time she felt that she had met her match. 'F * ck, I thought that I'm the strongest in the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace, and no one can stop me. But today, a Doraemon has already taken me down.'
Someone chuckled beside her. Meng Fuyao turned around and saw An Mei holding on to the door frame, looking at her with a faint smile. She blushed, thinking that he hadn't seen that scene just now, had he? They were separated by half a courtyard. She then heard An Mei say, "… That child really has no taste …"
Meng Fuyao was furious. She turned around and scolded, "As long as she's older than you!"
With a bang, Lord Ingot, who was nibbling on a sesame cake, choked on the sesame and fell to the ground.
An Mei was startled, and his pale skin actually turned slightly red. Meng Fuyao felt that she had said something wrong again. She turned around and tried to escape, but An Mei blocked the door. She squeezed past him, but An Mei suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He was tall, and the door to the inner room was filled to the brim. With his arm wrapped around her, Meng Fuyao could no longer squeeze past him. She crashed into his embrace and tried to struggle free, but he was already holding her waist tightly. He rested his head on her hair and said in a low voice, "I once thought of not getting close to you … All I can give you is the deceit and darkness of the human heart …"
Meng Fuyao pressed her hand against his waist, refusing to have any further contact with him. She thought that none of them had brought her any bright, righteous, or noble things, right? She immediately said without any trace of politeness, "Then hurry and stay away from me."
"But I've changed my mind." An Mei ignored her and reached out to grab her shoulder. "There's a type of people who are born to break through the darkness. You, for example. Since you're destined to encounter these deceitful conspiracies wherever you go, and since you're fated to be unable to get rid of the darkness, why can't it be me?"
"Are you having a fever again? What nonsense are you talking about? " She reached out to touch his forehead, but An Mei grabbed her hand again. He placed her palm on his face and said clearly, "Yes, my heart is burning, and it's because it's burning that I'm clear-headed."
The skin under her palm was not warm, but rather a little cold, reminiscent of the deep snow on the distant mountains. Just like this wild and gorgeous man, whose temperament had always been cold and indifferent, his breath was hot, his gaze hot, and his hand that was tightly gripping Fuyao's palm was warm. The delicate and moist touch under his skin was warm, all the way to the empty, cold place between her heart and soul.
The room was silent, and the man and woman stood facing each other. She placed her palm on his face, stunned and speechless. The atmosphere was quiet and beautiful beyond words.
After a while, An Mei turned his face toward Fuyao's palm and gently pressed his soft, warm lips against hers.
Those warm and cool lips, rose petals as soft as brocade, or a bunch of moonlight that was full of worries, brushed from the edge of his palm to the center of his palm, trying to write down the story that belonged to him in the closest place to his heart. The patterns of the past events that had been collected in the past, the stains of tears in the agarwood shavings, the faint fragrance of the old clothes in the lacquer box that had yet to dissipate, the deep and shallow moss marks on the corners of the old house, those memories that had been forgotten by the world, but he remembered and hoped to share with her.
'My lips are written on your palm, not leaving a deep mark of the secular world, but I hope to be imprinted on your heart.'
One seal, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. The other seal, like a thousand catties weighing on one's mind.
An Mei let go of her hand, turned around, and walked away with his sleeves fluttering in the wind. She stood rooted to the ground, her hands clenched into fists. The slight wetness in her palms was quickly dissipated by the warmth of his body. The shock in her heart had yet to fully dissipate. Finally, she spread her hands and laughed helplessly at the sky.
Why was it that when they became charming, they were always so swift and gentle?
Sitting on the table, Lord Ingot rested his chin on his hand as he looked at Fuyao. He thought to himself, 'This girl has a lot of love interests. Should I try to tell my lover?' As a qualified and exceptional family pet, it was necessary to protect the master's rights and interests. As a sincere pursuer of the master and a rival in love, it was not necessary from the perspective of self-interest and exclusivity.
How troublesome …
= = = =
That night, Xuanyuan Min came over again. She trapped him in the room and gave him a good beating before stepping on his back. "How did that Tang Yiguang get into the selection team?" she asked fiercely. Does she meet the requirements of the Regent's Empress? "
"You're right, she meets the requirements. She comes from a first-class military official's family. When she was four years old, she accidentally fell off her horse and injured her brain. She knows martial arts, so it would be troublesome for her to marry into anyone's family, but she's suitable for me. With such a simple, clingy Empress who knows martial arts, I'll be tied up with 18 ropes and won't be able to make a comeback in this life."
Fuyao smiled ambiguously, imagining the scene of the little Empress nibbling on the Emperor's * ss. How sweet … Her smile was too wretched. Puzzled, Master Rabbit turned around. Fuyao immediately straightened her smile and shouted, "So you threw this troublesome potato to me! Miss Tang Guangguang, who can't be pushed, scolded, or hit, schemes are useless, and plots are 80% useless … Oh my god … "
"Long live, you're wise, mighty, and invincible. But what's a mere Guangguang to you?" Xuanyuan Min climbed up fawningly. "I'm willing to be the vanguard of the long live horse, clearing the path for you, sweeping away all obstacles …"
King Meng, who was squatting on his back, was about to explode in anger when he heard that something was wrong. He raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Huh? What's wrong? "
"Tomorrow is the official selection. The Regent and I will be present at the Jiuyi Hall." Xuanyuan Min smiled and patted King Meng's shoulder.
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