The bright scimitar was roasting on the fire.
Xiao Qi was already tied to the bed with a white cloth tied around his waist. Four assistants were holding him down. The hemp soup made him confused. He vaguely knew that something was wrong, but he could not control his dizziness.
Wang Daozi raised his scimitar and swiftly stretched out his hand.
The slightly warm blade was pressed against his skin. The edge was hot and the blade was cold. The unique sharpness of a sharp weapon and the smell of blood came close in an instant.
Xiao Qi was most familiar with and most vigilant of his life!
The arrow from his childhood, the blade from his youth, the three thousand li punitive blade that never left his body. Thousands of miles of smoke and blood filled the air. The coldness of the blade was like the coldness he felt when he stabbed the blade into someone else's body. It penetrated deep into the bone marrow, never to be erased.
Blade!
Entering the flesh!
When his skin received this reaction, his mind had an order!
Counterattack!
Xiao Qi raised his head and let out a howl!
The long howl was like a wolf's howl!
The howl startled Wang Daozi and his hand trembled. The tip of the blade slightly scratched Xiao Qi's body, causing drops of blood to fall.
One slash, one howl, one drop of blood. But in that instant, Xiao Qi's life had been hidden like a wild beast for a long time.
The most ferocious power that came from heaven and earth. It was free from all the restraints of the mortal world!
The child of a wolf, the body only belonged to him!
Xiao Qi suddenly jumped up. His body was as agile as a fish. The ropes on his hands and feet and the white cloth around his waist were all broken. The four assistants screamed and fell. Xiao Qi had already flipped over and landed. Before he landed, he had already smashed Wang Daozi's blade with his elbow!
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly kicked open and smashed into the wall.
Tie Cheng, wrapped in a cold aura, rushed in.
With a single glance, he saw Xiao Qi, who was only wrapped in a white cloth, running all over the room to kill Wang Daozi. In the midst of the chaos, his eyes swept over and he vaguely saw a bloodstain somewhere. Suddenly, his mind exploded. In a fit of rage, he raised his hand and slashed at Wang Daozi who was running to the door in a panic.
The blade entered, blood came out, flying like a rainbow bridge.
Wang Daozi did not expect that he would provoke these two murderous gods just because he had cleansed himself thousands of times. His eyes rolled over and he died without making a sound.
Eunuch Li, who had returned to his room to catch up on his sleep, heard the noise and stumbled out. He saw Wang Daozi's corpse leaning against the wall, his eyes wide open and Tie Cheng glaring at him with blood all over his body. He was so frightened that he turned around and ran.
Tie Cheng reached out his hand and grabbed his collar, shouting, "You old dog, you're harming people, I'll kill you …"
Seven suddenly said, "Work."
The drug's effect had not worn off yet, his eyes stared blankly. Just now he was relying entirely on his instincts, honed from a hundred battles and blood of iron to save himself. Right now he was swaying unsteadily. He picked up his robe and put it back on, and then he found his whip on his back. He repeated, "Work."
Everything else was a little blurry. He didn't even recognize Tie Cheng, nor did he completely remember what had just happened. The King Killer Blade was just an intuition. Now he only remembered the "work".
Tie Cheng stared at his eyes, which were as black as jewels. Suddenly, his eyes became wet.
This child who had no distractions, who was as firm as a rock, who was pure and clear, who only knew how to use all his willpower and effort to fight for a goal!
The heavens had treated him so unfairly …
He stammered, "You … Do you want to see your injuries?"
Seven looked at him in shock and shook his head.
Tie Cheng also felt embarrassed and could only turn around. He grabbed Eunuch Li and said, "Live? Die? "
He had been with King Meng for a long time and learned her way of harming people. When threatening people, never say too much. The more you talk, the less imposing you are.
Poor Eunuch Li shook his chicken claw like fingers and answered while crying, "Live …"
"That's good," Tie Cheng threw him to the ground, "I don't care what method you use, bring me and my brother into the palace, we can even become eunuchs …" He leaned closer to Eunuch Li and showed him his white teeth. He tried to imitate his master's sinister, cunning, shameless and vicious smile, "… Fake, understand?"
= = =
The palace had been very peaceful recently.
It was impossible for it not to be peaceful. When the concubines had to wake up early every other day to greet the emperor and weave cloth the next day, they did not even have enough time to sleep, let alone think about other things.
Meng Fuyao was so wicked that she even opened up a vegetable field in her palace, divided it into dozens of small plots, and distributed the fields to each household. Every small plot had a green card hung on it. Whoever's vegetables looked normal or whose cloth was beautiful would be given the emperor's body for a night.
When Xuanyuan Min first heard of this decision, he was practicing bending his waist, but he did not manage to do so and twisted his waist.
He held his waist and ran to Meng Fuyao, seriously protesting against her abstinence. The vegetable field could not be harvested in a day, and the cloth could not be weaved in a day. Especially for the concubines who did not work, their efficiency was extremely low. How could he, a man who could go seven times a night, relieve the long night? There were even concubines who refused to sleep with him because they were too tired and afraid of the empress. The last time he lifted Beauty Wang's card, she immediately put on a ring. But he clearly remembered that she had just put on a ring ten days ago. What kind of menstruation was it that lasted for half a month?
In response to his ungrateful request, Meng Fuyao flashed a standard smile of two real teeth and one fake. She kindly told him, "Touch yourself."
Xizi was not willing to give up. He tugged at her sleeve and said tearfully, "Why don't you be a good person and help me vent …"
Meng Fuyao gave him a slap and sent him out of Chongxing Palace …
Xizi sat in the vegetable field and blew his nose, saying quietly, "I was originally quite interested in this woman, but now it seems that most people who are interested in her need to have a body as hard as steel, a will as strong as diamond, the toughness of a cockroach, and the nine lives of a cat with nine lives …"
Lord Yuan Bao, who was squatting in the vegetable field, heard this and looked at him with admiration. "Your Majesty, you know the truth."
Actually, Lord Yuan Bao wanted to tell him, "Your Majesty, I just pooped where you were sitting …"
When Xizi is done complaining, he climbs up from the vegetable field and is shocked to find that his beautiful green robe, embroidered with pink firecracker flowers and seven-spotted ladybugs, has some yellow spots on it. A concubine, who came to plant vegetables with a hoe, is wailing at the vegetables he has crushed, as if mourning for the death of her parents.
She cried so much that she went into shock a few times. Xizi clenched his fists and didn't know what to do. He suddenly felt that making that woman empress was the biggest mistake of his life …
Thus, he went to plead for the concubine. Meng Fuyao looked over and said sympathetically, "It's no wonder she's crying. The vegetables finally grew some leaves, but they were all crushed by you. Now, all that's left is a vegetable worm."
"You're not going to punish her, are you?" Xuanyuan Min looked at the pitiful concubine who was crying by the vegetable field.
"I never punish people …" Meng Fuyao nibbled on a drumstick. "I only told them to eat whatever they plant."
"…"
"Don't mind your own business." "I didn't ask about your plan, but if you want us to work well together, you have to give me a plan. When exactly do you plan to make a move on Xuanyuan Cheng?" She asked, slapping him back from the Nine Heavens with a single slap.
"Give me another month," Xuanyuan Min said. Xuanyuan Min said, "I think you can guarantee my freedom for a month, but I still need you to get rid of Concubine Shu and Concubine Xian for me, and remove their clans as well, without alerting Xuanyuan Cheng."
"Do you know that you're talking about an almost impossible proposition?" Meng Fuyao cast him a sidelong glance. "As long as you make a move against Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu, there's no way the Regent won't react. He's not a pig."
"This will require the Empress to display your unparalleled wisdom and talent," the Empress said with a smile. Xuanyuan Min nudged Meng Fuyao away and continued to nibble on the drumstick while deep in thought. She was engrossed in her thoughts and chewed on the drumstick happily. Xuanyuan Min looked at the drumstick, which had long been eaten to the bone, and listened to the sound of teeth and bones grinding against each other. His hair stood on end. 'This is too tragic, if it were a human's hand …'
After she was done thinking, she extended her hand, and Xuanyuan Min immediately handed her a towel. She wiped her hands — the chicken drumstick and bones had long been destroyed, and she had forgotten that there were chicken bones in her hands. "The name list," she said to Xuanyuan Min solemnly.
"Huh?"
"I want a list of all the powers in and out of the palace that you can get your hands on."
Xuanyuan Min raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly. "I think it's reasonable for you to want a list from within the palace, but not from outside."
"It's not normal for you to know what I'm going to do." Meng Fuyao calmly leaned back in her chair. "It's fine if you don't want to give it to me. Your Empress will die tomorrow."
"Aren't you worried about her?" Xuanyuan Min pouted his lips towards the inner chamber.
"That's my business." Meng Fuyao laughed sinisterly. Zhan Beiye and the Wuji Hidden Guard were already here. With their combined strength, it wouldn't be difficult for them to leave the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace. She only stayed for another reason.
Xuanyuan Min looked at her, and after a while, he took off the fake water sleeve that he always wore on his sleeves. "Soak it in alum water and read it over fire."
Meng Fuyao praised, "Your Majesty, you really know how to hide it. No one would have thought that you would wear this list every day, and even in the open."
"Sometimes, I just casually throw it on the bed on the cabinet." Xuanyuan Min smiled slyly. "Xuanyuan Cheng keeps sending people in, but how could those fools find out?"
Meng Fuyao weighed the sleeve, and a cold smile appeared on her face as she glanced at the old officials and generals outside the palace. Could Xuanyuan Min, who had ascended the throne at a young age and was brought to Kunjing from a faraway fiefdom, who had never interacted with important officials in the court, and never had the chance to interact privately with them in the future?
Their gazes met, and they looked away. They were both smart people, and they had a tacit understanding.
"Beside Xuanyuan Cheng, there are two civil and military officials that he relies on the most: Prime Minister Situ Mo, Grand Secretary Yao Ling, Capital Guard Commander Li Yuan, Yangwei General, and Five Armies Commander Tang Rusong. These people each have their own forces, and they are all tyrannical figures. Xuanyuan Min pointed at the air. "Of course, the military power is still in his hands. The Ministry of War and the Commander are only in charge of military records, conscription, garrison, and training."
Meng Fuyao hummed in acknowledgment, thinking that it was similar to the military system of the Ming Dynasty. She calculated in her mind and came up with an idea, but she only smiled and said, "Since you still need a month's time, you'll have to move on from dealing with Concubine Xian and Concubine Shu. I got it, you can get lost now."
After kicking away the clingy entertainer, Meng Fuyao walked into the inner room and poked her head out to take a look. "Is it better?"
An Mei, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch in the inner room, opened her eyes. In an instant, her eyes flashed, and she smiled. "Not bad."
He got up and looked at the vegetable field, a faint smile in his eyes. "You're really a natural troublemaker."
Meng Fuyao tilted her head to look at him. She felt that his expression seemed to have changed, but she did not say anything. "I wonder if I'm being a busybody."
"You probably have to be blessed to be a busybody." It was rare that An Mei did not tease her today. He looked at the hairy girl wrapped in a cloak, but her eyes were clear and bright. Suddenly, he reached out and gently wiped away the sauce on the corner of her lips. "Are you saving it for dinner?"
His action was sudden but extremely gentle, like a breeze. Meng Fuyao felt a cool finger graze the corner of her lips, and a faint fragrance assaulted her. The next moment, he retracted his hand. Meng Fuyao looked up and met his eyes. They were clear and misty, and she saw her own reflection in his mirror-like eyes. She could not help but take a step back.
She took a step back, but An Mei took a step forward. She retreated again, but An Mei took another step forward. Neither of them spoke, playing a game of advancing and retreating. The air was silent, but the atmosphere was strange. Meng Fuyao took three steps back and was already by the window, her back pressed against the wall.
There was nowhere to retreat. An Mei smiled and reached out again. Meng Fuyao lifted her head and grinned at him.
Then, with a loud bang, she flipped out of the open window …
An Mei's hand froze as he watched the woman scamper to the vegetable fields in the palace. She even grabbed a peeping black furball and ran off while cursing. After a while, his hand slowly fell from the empty space and gently pressed down on the windowsill.
The cold winter wind was like this, lifting up the man's hair. He slightly raised his head, looking beyond the endless sky. In the corner of the blue dome of heaven, low haze churned and surged, gradually approaching.
Her heart … could contain thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of storms, the treachery of the imperial court and the upheaval of the harem. It could contain the mutual deceit of swords and sabers, but strangely, it refused to contain it.
= = =
The blue dome of heaven covered the clouds, and the wind and snow were about to blow.
Meng Fuyao held a hand warmer and looked at the gloomy sky. She stood in the courtyard and ordered, "Is Consort Xian's health better? Send some more ginseng from Xichang to Her Highness. "
The eunuchs acknowledged and said, "Consort Xian's gardener … has been fired. Eunuch Li from the Palace Department has found another gardener. According to tradition, you have to take a look first."
Meng Fuyao waved her hand and said, "Send it." She turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and said, "Call him over and let me take a look."
The gardener was brought over. Meng Fuyao stared at his silhouette and waved her hand to dismiss the palace servants. "Come here, I have instructions for you."
The gardener followed her obediently. As soon as she stepped into the house, she turned around and twisted his face, grinning from ear to ear. "Damn brat, I was still thinking of a way to smuggle you into the palace. I can't believe you actually thought of such a way to sneak in!"
Tie Cheng stared at her with a crooked face. "I'm always left behind by you. I can only think of a way myself."
Meng Fuyao patted his face and laughed in a good mood. "Good boy. You'll learn from the kind of master you follow. I see that you're about to finish your apprenticeship." She glanced at Tie Cheng and was startled. "You don't seem happy?"
Tie Cheng blinked and said, "No."
Meng Fuyao looked at him suspiciously. "I still don't know how you got in."
"I went to the Palace Department to register. Eunuch Li from the Palace Department sent me to be a gardener."
"Nonsense!" Meng Fuyao stared at him. "How can a gardener in the palace work as he pleases? There are a lot of people who need to prove that you're a guarantor. You can't even recognize flowers. Why would that old man recommend you? Tie Cheng! "
Tie Cheng shuddered.
"Are you trying to deceive your master?" Meng Fuyao asked sternly.
Tie Cheng swallowed his saliva helplessly. How could he deceive her? Besides, since Xiao Qi had already entered the palace to work as a eunuch in the imperial kitchen, Meng Fuyao would definitely bump into him. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
He sighed and told Meng Fuyao about his encounter with Xiao Qi.
Meng Fuyao listened quietly at first. When she heard that Xiao Qi had been cleansed, her expression changed.
She grabbed Tie Cheng and said fiercely, "Castrated? Really castrated? "
Tie Cheng said vaguely, "He was rushing to kill people and quickly put on his clothes. I didn't see it clearly. I only saw … blood."
Meng Fuyao loosened her grip and pushed Tie Cheng away with a thud. She turned around and slammed into the wall. "Dead child, dead child, dead child, dead child …"
No one knew who she was calling dead child.
Tie Cheng's mouth was agape. Seeing her smashing into the wall made his heart ache, but he didn't dare to step forward. Suddenly, the curtain of the inner chamber was lifted. An Mei came out and leaned against the wall.
Meng Fuyao's head slammed into his chest.
She didn't cry out in pain when she hit the wall, but she let out a cry when she hit An Mei's chest. She raised her head and stared at An Mei, her eyes red like a wolf's.
An Mei lowered his head and looked at her. A pained expression flashed across his eyes. He gently wiped away the brick dust on her forehead and said in a low voice, "The wall is so pitiful. Don't hit it. Hit me instead."
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but burst into laughter. After laughing, tears streamed down her cheeks.
She stood there, her neck stiff, tears falling down, strings of pearl-like tears hanging in the air, some rolling down her pure white cheeks like jade beads, some falling directly into An Mei's collar, the collar was soon wet, the tide was like her current mood at the moment.
Looking at this girl who was still stubbornly crying despite the pain, An Mei's eyes welled up. Finally, he put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I beg you. If you want to cry, cry to your heart's content. You're tormenting others."
Meng Fuyao pushed him away. An Mei pressed her down and said, "I'm only lending you my shoulder. Do you think I'm willing to lend you my heart?"
Meng Fuyao smiled with tears in her eyes. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. An Mei gently hugged her and slightly raised his delicate chin. He looked at the storm clouds and snow falling in a daze. After a while, he felt that the clothes on his shoulder were even wetter than his collar. He could vaguely hear her grabbing his clothes and blowing her nose rudely. "I'm so unlucky, and I'm so lucky …"
An Mei's body stiffened. He looked at his messy clothes in grief and sighed faintly.
'I'm really lucky to have met you. I'm really … unlucky.'
= = =
The new gardener was chosen by the Empress because he knew how to grow vegetables. He was in charge of teaching the concubines how to grow vegetables. She then ordered someone to find a better gardener for Concubine Xian.
"You don't have to tell Zhan Beiye about this," Meng Fuyao told Tie Cheng.
Tie Cheng nodded with a straight face. Ever since his master cried on An Mei's shoulder, he had kept a straight face. Meng Fuyao glanced at him and saw that it was clearly written on his face. "There's one more!"
She sighed. She did not want to explain to this damned child. She was not in the mood.
A few days later, in the middle of a meal, Meng Fuyao flipped the table with a loud bang.
The concubines who were eating with her were startled. They threw down their bowls and chopsticks and left the table, kneeling on the ground and trembling.
Meng Fuyao said angrily, "What's with this bird's nest cabbage? It's made it look like vermicelli and the cabbage look like vegetables! "
Everyone was speechless.
The head eunuch of the imperial kitchen asked for forgiveness with a bitter face. 'That … bird's nest is like vermicelli … cabbage and vegetables are similar …'
"The heat isn't enough! The water quality isn't good! You're affecting the quality of the dishes! Who moved the firewood? Who started the fire? Who carried the water? The heat is very important for this bird's nest cabbage! If you want the wood from the Jade Spring Mountain to be chopped into charcoal, you have to choose wood that is about ten years old. If you want the water from the Jade Spring Mountain, you have to use the water from the lower reaches. The water from the upper reaches is wonderful and can be used to make tea, but not for cooking. Who chopped the wood and carried the water? It's not right the moment you eat it! "
The imperial kitchen eunuch wiped his cold sweat. 'What a gourmet …'
"Your Highness, the one who carried the wood and carried the water outside the palace was the new odd-job eunuch, Xiao Qi. I did not teach him well. Please forgive me, Your Highness …" The head eunuch of the imperial kitchen turned around and ordered, "Summon Xiao Qi to apologize to Your Highness!"
Meng Fuyao's heart ached when she heard the word eunuch. She put down her bowl and turned to the women who were eating with her. "I won't force my sisters to eat such disgusting dishes. Go back to the palace and eat."
The concubines felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly put down their bowls of cabbage and green worms, thanked her profusely, and left.
After a while, a long, thin shadow appeared in front of the wide-open palace door. Xiao Qi bowed and walked in.
Meng Fuyao stared at his shadow and supported her head with her hands. She could not look at him. Her heart would ache if she did.
'It's all me. What's the point of being willful? What's the point of being angry with a child? The consequences of this joke are too tragic. '
She glanced at the shadow slowly spreading on the ground. 'How much hardship has this child suffered these few months?' She remembered that he never lowered his head, always walked with big strides, always looked at people with a slanted face, and even dared to disobey Zhan Beiye's orders. Now, what taught him to lower his head and bow in front of the world?
That child who was as pure as a natural gem … Who caused his bright and flawless heart to be scarred by the hardships of the world?
"Smack!"
The crisp sound of a slap shocked everyone in the palace.
Meng Fuyao raised her head and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "There are actually mosquitoes in this cold winter weather. How strange!"
Tie Cheng turned his face away and remained silent. An Zi chased everyone out, leaving only Meng Fuyao and Xiao Qi behind.
Meng Fuyao stared at Xiao Qi, sniffling and carefully observing his steps. According to Tie Cheng's description, Xiao Qi had already broken free before he entered the door. However, Tie Cheng did not have the time to figure out how he had broken free. There was blood … How badly was he injured? Meng Fuyao could not tell from his gait, nor could she deduce the extent of his injury from the time he walked. Others would need to recuperate for a few months, but Xiao Qi was a fierce warrior who had been raised by a wolf mother. There was no injury that could make him fall for more than seven days.
Meng Fuyao was about to go crazy. She could only pray to the heavens. "Damned heavens, please be kind. If you're not kind, I'll scold your whole family every day …"
The damned heavens were not afraid of her scolding and were determined not to give her any hints.
Xiao Qi, however, did not know that her heart was in turmoil. He walked in front of her and stared at her silently for a while. Then, he took off his coat and reached behind him to retrieve something.
He took a step forward and half-knelt on the ground. He held the item in his palm and raised it high toward Fuyao.
It was jet-black, long, and covered in dust. However, it shone with a faint light in his palm.
The whip.
Meng Fuyao was startled. Her body swayed, and she slowly raised her hand to press on her chest and leaned against the throne behind her.
Behind her, the Eighteen Phoenixes shone brightly on the Splendid Jade Palace, making her face as pale as snow.
After a while, two streams of water slowly flowed down her snow-white face.
The water sparkled under the luminous pearl, but Fuyao did not bother to wipe it. Instead, she took a deep breath and took a step forward to receive the whip.
Not to mention that she was perfectly fine now, even if she were really on the brink of death, with a broken leg, or having her head turned upside down, she would still crawl to receive the whip.
This child had been wandering for months, desperately searching for her, and had even risked his life to raise the whip. She would be letting him down if she did not receive it.
Whoever did not receive it was a son of a b * tch!
His promise was worth a thousand catties, and she did not hesitate to whip him!
If he understood, she would whip him!
"Smack!"
The whip landed on his spine. The force was not weak, and a thick red line immediately appeared on his back.
Xiao Qi swayed, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
'Finally … I got it.'
Fuyao turned her eyes away, not daring to look at his relieved smile. With a twist of the whip, it wrapped around Xiao Qi's wrist.
Xiao Qi was stunned. He looked up, only to see Fuyao looking at him calmly. With a flick of her fingers, a warm current flowed into his elixir field like a raging river. Wherever it passed, it cleansed the impurities. Strong winds blew, and the sun and moon shone brightly. The rolling true energy flowed endlessly into his internal organs.
Xiao Qi's expression changed.
As a martial arts practitioner, he naturally understood the concept of true energy delivery. It was the essence of a martial arts practitioner's life, and it was extremely precious. He would have to train for at least ten years to receive the true energy from Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao smiled, threw the whip away, and walked back tiredly. She had suffered a huge loss just now. She was about to enter the sixth level of Cleaving Nine Heavens, but she had been forced back. If she wanted to train back, the time would have to be delayed again.
The sixth level of "Breaking the Nine Heavens" was a watershed. Before the sixth level was the "Human Realm" of martial arts, and above the sixth level was the "God Realm" of martial arts. Only after entering the seventh level could one master the natural methods and reach the peak of martial arts. Between the sixth and the seventh level, because this decisive leap was also the most difficult to break through. If she really made the leap, her progress would be completely different, so it was a pity that she took a step back.
But she did not regret it.
Since her rebirth, she had practiced martial arts with all her might. Even when she ate and slept, she had used all the time in her life to speed up her progress, and she had anxiously waited for every step she took to achieve her final goal. But at this moment, she was willing to suffer a loss.
She had gained something in return for what she had lost.
How could one gain without giving anything in life?
Behind her, Xiao Qi tugged at her sleeve.
She looked back and smiled.
"Xiao Qi, everyone who perseveres should be compensated."
= = =
On the 15th day of the Empress's stay in the palace, it was customary for the wives of the ministers and the women of the royal family to enter the palace to pay their respects.
Meng Fuyao woke up early in the morning to meet people. She was very polite to the mothers of the high-ranking concubines. She did not want them to kneel and ordered An Zi to read out the highest level of hospitality and greeting procedures that she had drawn up after three days of thinking. The concubine's mouths twitched. For half a day, the greeting procedures were fully arranged. They were to see embroidery, cloth, weaving rooms, vegetable plots … After paying their respects, they were supposed to go to their respective daughters' palaces to chat. However, King Meng's enthusiasm exceeded the limit. He insisted on setting up a few tables in Chongxing Palace for the wives of the nobility to enjoy the royal family's grace and taste the vegetables personally grown by their virtuous daughters.
She also ordered every concubine to use the vegetables from their own plots to make a dish for their mother to show filial piety. The poor concubine whose plot was squashed by the Emperor could only sit by the side of her plot and cry. In the end, the Emperor took pity on her and went to the neighboring plot to steal a handful of vegetables for her. The concubine was moved to tears and rushed to the Emperor with tears in her eyes. She whispered in the Emperor's ear, "Your Majesty, I was blind in the past … I have something to tell you …"
No one knew what it was about. They only knew that after coaxing the concubine away, the Emperor stared blankly at Meng Fuyao's palace and murmured, "Who would have thought that vegetables could be grown in this day and age …"
In the middle of the afternoon, the palace gates were about to close and the greetings were over. The noblewomen bade farewell and left. From the beginning to the end, they could only discuss with their daughters their embroidery and weaving techniques and the plumpness of the vegetables in the vegetable field under the watchful eyes of the crowd. They also had tears in their eyes as they stared at a plate of vegetables. They could not even talk about personal matters …
Only Xuanyuan Yun was left by Meng Fuyao.
The Rabbit Princess should have figured everything out after these days, right?
The rabbit princess held a hand warmer and sat in the warm inner hall that was covered with fire pipes. The light pink fur on her collar contrasted against her cheeks, making her look petite and delicate like a hydrangea flower. However, the delicate and bright redness of a young girl in the past had faded away. Her former elegance was now more and more delicate, but her beauty had greatly diminished.
"Empress …" She sat in the hall for a full hour without saying a word. Meng Fuyao did not speak either, only looking at her with interest. After an hour, the rabbit finally returned to Earth. "… What should I do?"
Yes, your soullessness is getting worse. It's really difficult.
"Father seems to have made a move on Brother Ah Yue …" The Rabbit Princess's eyes were filled with tears. She could not help but pour out the words she had been holding in for a long time. "I want to save him!"
Meng Fuyao looked at her and asked, "Who is Brother Ah Yue?"
"Brother Ah Yue."
Meng Fuyao sighed in her heart and gave up on playing tricks with the little girl. She patted her shoulder and said, "You want to save him? How can you save him if you don't know yourself and your enemy? Do you know where your Brother Ah Yue is? "
The Rabbit Princess shook her head.
Meng Fuyao sighed and said, "Have you thought of how to save him?"
The Rabbit Princess shook her head …
"Have you thought about the consequences of saving him?"
She shook her head …
"Poor niece, it seems like you really have to rely on me, your aunt," Meng Fuyao said with pity.
The Rabbit Princess raised her pure and innocent face at a 45-degree angle, revealing a 180-degree blurry gaze.
'Yes, I have to remember this super loli's angle so that I can perfectly imitate her when the plot needs it …'
"Seeing that you're so thin, I can only help you this time." Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth and stomped her foot. "Yun 'er, think of a way to give me the layout of the Prince Regent's residence, the personnel arrangements, the places where your father often meets people, and other important places in the residence. Let's study where your Brother Ah Yue is most likely to be locked up by your father."
Xuanyuan Yun was no fool. She frowned and said hesitantly, "I'll give it to you …"
"Are you afraid that handing over the secrets of the Prince Regent's residence to me will harm the Prince Regent?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "Yun 'er, what can I use to harm your father? On one side is a puppet empress who only has a bunch of powerless eunuchs and palace maids as her subordinates. On the other side is the Prince Regent, who controls the imperial court and wields a large army. Do you still need to say anything? "
The Rabbit Princess stammered and blushed. "No, Your Majesty, I'm not …"
Meng Fuyao was' indignant '. She flicked her sleeves and said, "Isn't it because you're so anxious and pitiful that I, a weak woman, want to help you? Let's not talk about other things. Young Princess, you have top-notch martial arts, while I'm just a weak woman. If you feel that something is amiss, you can strangle me to death! "
"Ah … strangle, strangle, strangle …" The well-behaved Rabbit Princess was easily cornered by the black-hearted Tiger King. The delicate little girl could not even utter the vicious word 'strangle'. She was so anxious that her face turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She hurriedly stood up and tugged at Meng Fuyao's sleeves. "No, no, no …"
Meng Fuyao tugged at her sleeves in an 'aggrieved' manner and wiped away her non-existent tears. "Princess, it's really hard for us women …"
Her words were completely unrelated but meant to provoke him. The child immediately recalled the torment he had been going through these past few days. With a loud cry, he threw himself onto Fuyao's shoulder and started crying.
"… I'll give … I'll give …" she whimpered.
Meng Fuyao patted her gently and said, "It's okay … it's okay … Save your Brother Ah Yue and I'll send you to your grandfather's house … Your father won't be able to find you, so his anger will slowly subside …"
The girl on her shoulder sobbed. Meng Fuyao patted her and slowly raised her eyes to look at the inner chamber. The curtain was lifted a little, and a slender figure appeared. He looked at her and the Rabbit Princess for a long time, his glass-like eyes shining with an unfathomable light.
= = =
A few days later, the Emperor and Empress went on a hunt. In the past, it was only the royal guards who accompanied them. But this time, because of the Empress's participation and her 'grace, magnanimity, and benevolence', she specially ordered the six palaces to accompany her, 'basking in His Majesty's glory'. The women were very happy. At least they could escape from embroidery and growing vegetables, and leave the palace to relax. Thus, they were very enthusiastic about this activity that they had not been very keen on in the past.
Meng Fuyao brought along her huge harem and set up camp on a short hill, separated from the men. Colorful phoenix tents filled the grassy slope. Meng Fuyao stood on the slope, draped in a majestic cloak, looking down at the colorful concubines below. She sighed and opened her arms, reciting a poem, "Two little white rabbits, come out to pick mushrooms. A field full of poisonous mushrooms, waiting for me to cook them …"
Lord Ingot squatted miserably in his sleeves, listening to Meng Fuyao's peerless poetry in the dark. He missed the days when he followed his master, listening to elegant music, tasting famous flowers, admiring traditional Chinese music, and playing double continents … Ah, ah, ah, ah, it was like a lifetime ago …
While Meng Fuyao was still intoxicated by her poetry, someone behind her laughed and said, "So wet! So wet! "
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw the opera emperor hugging an unknown beauty. She immediately smiled sweetly and said, "Your Majesty, I'm just as good as you."
Xuanyuan Min rubbed his forehead. Meng Fuyao glanced at the beauty and asked, "And this is?"
"Consort Xian, Madam Gao, greets the Empress." The beauty stepped forward and bowed gently, neither servile nor overbearing. Her bearing was even more honorable than the Empress herself.
"Consort Xian …" Meng Fuyao smiled. "Are you feeling better?"
"Thank you for your concern, Empress. I'm feeling much better now."
'Pfft! You said you couldn't get out of bed yesterday, and now you're out hunting? Even a dog can't recover as fast as you.'
"Consort Xian," Meng Fuyao said with a smile, "I was just talking to Consort Jade about you. She said she wanted to give you a set of riding clothes that she personally embroidered. Didn't you meet? Aiya, did you go to your tent first? "
Consort Xian's expression changed. She suddenly reached out to support her forehead and apologized to Xuanyuan Min, "I suddenly feel a little dizzy …"
"Aiya, my beloved, you must be suffering from a cold!" Xuanyuan Min immediately ordered a eunuch to help her away, then turned to Meng Fuyao with his hands behind his back and a faint smile. "I've sent her away for you. What do you want to say to me? Hurry up."
"Empress, what's your name?" Xuanyuan Min smiled and tugged at Meng Fuyao's sleeves. "You told me your name is Yao Fu, but how can someone as vicious as you be an ordinary person?"
"Is that what you wanted to say?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him and walked away. "What a waste of time."
"Hey, hey, don't go." Xuanyuan Min sighed and moved closer to her ear. "This isn't like the palace. There are many people watching us. You should at least be more intimate with me."
Fuyao frowned. She knew that someone had been paying attention to her and Xuanyuan Min, but the gazes of those Tom, Dick, and Harry were like dog farts to her. Instead, she felt that there was another gaze that seemed to be shrouding her, and when Xuanyuan Min approached her, it seemed to intensify.
"If you have something to say, then spit it out." Meng Fuyao smiled charmingly and intimately moved closer to Xuanyuan Min's ear. "Stay for another 15 minutes, and I'll help you kill one less woman."
"I've never seen such a threat …" Xuanyuan Min mumbled and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Our plan may have to be brought forward. There seem to be a lot of strange people in the capital recently. I can't tell where they're from, and I'm not sure if Xuanyuan Cheng has noticed them. Anyway, be careful."
"Strange people in the capital, huh …" Meng Fuyao's eyes sparkled, and she smiled sweetly. Her eyes were suddenly brighter than the sunset. Xuanyuan Min was stunned and suddenly said, "Empress, I don't think I've seen your real face …"
"It's better if you don't know me!" Meng Fuyao flicked her finger, and a strong wind shot out, forcing Xuanyuan Min to release his wolf claws. Suddenly, she saw a deer in the woods in front of her. It was pure white, a rare white deer.
Nine cauldrons chasing white deer, heroes of the nine states, ambitious and ruthless!
Whistles sounded, and people chased after it from all directions. Meng Fuyao's interest was piqued, and she leaped onto her horse. "I want it!"
She kicked the horse's abdomen, and the white horse galloped away like an arrow, leaving a trail of dust behind and disappearing before Xuanyuan Min's eyes.
Xuanyuan Min watched her nimble white figure disappear into the woods, and waved his hand to order his guards to follow. He crossed his arms and held his heart, looking in that direction with fascination. "If one day she really told me 'I want' as my empress, how beautiful would that be …" he murmured.
Behind him, An Mei suddenly walked over without a sound and answered coldly, "Let's go.
"You're courting death!"
= = =
Meng Fuyao galloped quickly, whipping her horse. Her horsemanship was excellent, and she had long left the guards far behind.
The winter wind was like a god dancing a banner, swirling up the dust like snow. As she galloped, her hair was messed up by the strong wind. She reached out to untie her hairband, and her long hair fluttered like a black brocade. Meng Fuyao laughed heartily, facing the cold wind that cut her face, and galloping through the deserted woods. She felt so f * cking happy!
Recently, she had been playing tricks in the palace. Although she was naturally talented, she was tired of it after a while. Moreover, she did not like the four walls of the palace. She did not like the group of women who were always smiling, but in their hearts, they hated them. There were countless ways to live in life, so why did she have to pretend to live?
Think about it, how cruel it would be to keep an eagle like her in a cage!
The female eagle let out a breath of fresh air, her eyes glittering as she searched for the white deer. 'Hey, I caught it. I'll skin it and give it to someone to make a beautiful deerskin sleeve.'
'Who? I won't tell you. '
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of light. The deer was like a bolt of lightning flitting through the evergreen trees. It was an extremely beautiful stride, and Meng Fuyao could even see the light red horn on its head.
She immediately raised her hand.
Bow! Arrow! String! Bow!
"Buzz!"
The sharp arrow cut through the air. Because of its extreme speed, even the air seemed to be slightly distorted. In an instant, it passed through the forest and went straight for the white deer's eyes!
It pierced through the eyes, but not the skin.
"Swoosh!"
Behind the forest, an arrow was suddenly shot from an unknown direction. It was launched later, but it arrived first. It knocked away her ferocious arrow, and mysteriously dropped down in mid-air … and pierced the white deer's eyes.
Meng Fuyao was so angry that her nose was crooked.
'Robbery?'
The deer was seriously injured, but for some reason, it did not die. With a mournful cry, it lifted its legs and ran wildly, its speed several times faster than before.
The sound of rustling leaves could be heard from that direction. It seemed that the person had also given chase. Meng Fuyao's competitive spirit was aroused. She shouted and slapped her horse, and the white horse galloped away in hot pursuit.
In the dark green forest, white light shone like silk, followed by two whirlwinds, one black and one white. Between the trees, Meng Fuyao could only vaguely see that the person in front of her was a black horse, but she could not see the person on the horse clearly.
The two of them chased after the deer, getting further and further away until they reached the edge of the forest, where a small hill rose from the ground.
The white deer ran to the top of the hill, and finally died of exhaustion.
The rider in front suddenly stopped. The rider's sleeves fluttered, and with a wave of his finger, the white deer's body slowly flew up and fell into his hands.
The setting sun was like blood, and the green mountains were faintly discernible. A ray of colorful clouds smeared across the dark blue sky, and the colorful light shone on his back. His figure was tall and straight, and his profile was exquisite and elegant. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his bearing was elegant. He was like a God from the Nine Heavens hidden in the golden light.
Meng Fuyao stared at his back for a long time, her fingers tightly gripping the reins.
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