When Zhan Beiye carried Meng Fuyao down the mountain, he was welcomed by the people of Yao City.
The city gates were wide open, and the citizens of Yao City were lined up from the inside to the outside. When Zhan Beiye arrived with his cavalry, there was a slight commotion among the citizens. After all, they were used to feeling uneasy when they saw a foreign troop in the Limitless Kingdom. However, when they saw Meng Fuyao in Zhan Beiye's arms, they immediately quietened down.
It was their City Lord Meng, an eighteen -year-old slender girl. At the critical moment of Yao City's storm, with courage and wisdom that no man should have, she had endured humiliation alone and charged into the enemy camp alone. She had killed almost all of the Rong army's generals, but she had almost been hounded to death by her own people outside her own city.
This kind of strength of character was something that a man could not compare to. This kind of injustice, he had no face to face.
Zhan Beiye slowed down his horse and passed through the crowd. The Han citizens of Yao City stared silently at Meng Fuyao, who had lost a lot of weight in Zhan Beiye's arms. Her cheeks were abnormally red, and her cheekbones had protruded over the past few days. Her slender wrists were full of scars. Some people's eyes turned red, while others started to whimper.
A young man suddenly fell to his knees. He was the one who had smashed Tie Cheng's head with a stone. He was also the one who had thrown mud and stones the most vigorously when Meng Fuyao left the city.
He silently knelt on the sandy ground with his head bowed. The spring wind in January blew his hair into a mess and blocked his eyes. There seemed to be a faint smell of blood lingering in the wind. It was the last trace of the battle a few days ago.
Those invading lives had passed by without a trace, but there were some marks left in their hearts that could never be erased.
More people followed suit and knelt, lowering their bodies in front of the young lady of Yao City. Their hearts were filled with remorse and guilt, and their voices were stuck in their throats. They could neither explain nor apologize, and the only thing they could do was to bend their knees with dignity.
In the face of justice and conscience, all self-esteem was fragile.
Zhan Beiye carried Meng Fuyao proudly and slowly walked forward. He felt that it was a good choice to choose such a woman.
In front of the city gate, Yao City's guards knelt. These armored soldiers, who could not even kneel to the emperor, knelt in the dust for the arrow that was shot that day, for the tightly shut city gate that day.
Zhan Beiye ignored the commoners and stopped his horse in front of the soldiers. He lowered his head to look at Fuyao, whose eyelashes were trembling slightly. She was clearly awake, but she was unwilling to open her eyes. Sensing his gaze, she looked up and shook her head.
Their gazes met, and Zhan Beiye smiled. Indeed, this woman had the same thoughts as him.
"Get up." Zhan Beiye looked at the ashamed youths. "City Lord Meng doesn't blame you. You didn't do anything wrong. As the defenders of Yao City, you didn't follow the City Lord and surrender. Instead, you chose to protect the people and defend the city to the end. In terms of responsibility, you did what you could. To have soldiers like you is the blessing of every City Lord."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, thinking that she was indeed blessed. There was also Zhan Wangye, who seemed unconcerned about everything, but his ability to incite and win people's hearts was top-notch.
Sure enough, the youths began to sob and kowtow on the sand, their solemn vows echoing in the wind. "We're willing to die for the City Lord!"
"We're willing to die for the City Lord!" Within and outside the city, more and more people followed with low shouts, gradually converging into a surging tide, sweeping through this southern border city with a bloody wind.
Zhan Beiye looked around in satisfaction and nodded repeatedly. Meng Fuyao couldn't take it anymore and pinched him hard. 'Please don't scold me anymore. Is it comfortable to see a bunch of grown men crying to me?'
Unfortunately, Zhan Beiye's muscles were like iron, and he didn't seem to feel anything when she pinched him. He even lowered his head and smiled at her shamelessly. "How are you going to thank me? This is the best chance to win people's hearts. In the future, Yao City will be yours. "
'Do I care?' Meng Fuyao turned her head away. Being the City Lord was too much of a loss.
When Zhan Beiye entered Yao City, the front of the government office was filled with people as well. Tie Cheng was at the front, leaning on his walking stick as he waited with a face full of joy. He was the only person in Yao City who could welcome Fuyao without any shame, so he was in high spirits and beaming with joy even though he was limping.
When Zhan Beiye carried Meng Fuyao in, he glanced at him and said, "Kid, your muscles are not bad, but your standards are too low. How can you be a guard if you're so weak? From now on, you're going to fight with me for two hours every day. "
Tie Cheng was shocked. He had seen how Zhan Beiye had killed Old Ha with a frightening arrow. Fighting with such a god of death was no different from courting death. Tie Cheng's face turned bitter as he thought about how those who offended Meng Fuyao had yet to be punished, while he, her only supporter, was the unlucky one. Sigh, how unfair.
Meng Fuyao glanced at him. 'This silly kid has dumb luck. He's received the favor of Zhangsun Wuji and Zhan Beiye. He'll probably become a limited edition expert in the future. Sigh, I'm so envious.'
She had forgotten that the creation of the limited edition expert was for her.
= = =
When Meng Fuyao returned to her room, she received a warm welcome from Lord Ingot.
Lord Ingot pounced on Meng Fuyao, who was wrapped up like a dumpling. He held her face in his hands and looked at her from left to right, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.
"Squeak squeak!"
Meng Fuyao was furious. "Move your claws! What's on your claws?! "
Lord Ingot retracted his claws and licked the candy clean. He then tilted his head to look at Meng Fuyao. The more he looked, the more delighted he became. He then took a mirror and stood beside Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao looked at herself in the mirror, then at the coquettish Lord Ingot. She seemed to have understood something. "Are you saying that I've become ugly? Not as pretty as you? Not as competitive as you? "
"Squeak squeak!"
Lord Ingot was so happy that he could only see his teeth but not his eyes. Meng Fuyao glared at him and said, "Let me remind you … no matter how ugly I am, I'm still human."
…
Haozi went to the corner of the wall to draw circles again. Meng Fuyao lay down comfortably. 'Sigh, my own bed is so comfortable.'
Zhan Beiye crossed his arms and stared at her. "Comfortable? Softened? You stubborn girl, you don't want to sleep in a good bed and a good room. Instead, you insist on dragging us to sleep in the wild with you. If I don't beat you up, you won't get over it. "
Meng Fuyao glanced at the prideful Zhan Wangye and said lazily, "Yeah, Zhan Wangye's beating really hurts. Oh, right, do my boots smell good? Are your eyes still swollen? "
Zhan Beiye was taken aback for a moment, then his anger surged. "You know everything?"
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and ignored him. How could she not know? Although Zhan Wangye's character was not that bad, how could she not be on guard when she was sleeping alone in the mountains with a man?
Little Zhan had sworn to marry her, and he did not look like someone who would joke about marriage. If he really thought that she was going to be his consort sooner or later, what would happen if he got on the carriage first?
Meng Fuyao waved at Zhan Beiye as if she was shooing away a mosquito. "Other than this room, you can find any other place to sleep. Have a safe trip, I won't send you off."
"I'll sleep in this room," Zhan Wangye answered honestly. "The physician will be here soon. Tell him to take good care of you. I still have other matters to attend to," Zhan Wangye answered calmly and walked out without waiting for her scolding.
What urgent matter could he have for him to be in such a hurry? Meng Fuyao was curious, but her spirit was too weak. After drinking some ginseng soup that Yao Xun had brought her, she quickly fell asleep.
= = =
By the time Meng Fuyao woke up, the sun was already setting. She had slept for too long and was a little confused about where she was. It was as if she had just been in the Rong people's barracks, bathed in blood. Then, she felt the rocks in the cave tickling her. She reached out to feel for a rock, only to pull out a human leg bone.
She took out the towel at the head of the bed and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She hugged the quilt and sat up. In the dim light of the setting sun, she thought about a fragment of the dream she had just had.
In her dream, it was Yuan Zhaoxu, no, it was Zhangsun Wuji, looking at her disapprovingly. "I left a letter for you to leave, but you didn't listen."
In her dream, she argued, "Since you asked me to leave, there must be something wrong with Yao City. How could I abandon the city and escape in times of danger?"
In her dream, Zhangsun Wuji sighed and gently leaned over …
'Stop!' She blushed and covered her face with the blanket. 'F * ck, what am I thinking about? Luckily, the dream was broken.'
The blanket covered her, creating a dark and quiet space. The scent of rosin was faint, and as she inhaled it, her mind gradually calmed down.
Why did Zhangsun Wuji want her to leave? With his wisdom and methods, it was impossible for him not to see through King De's tricks in the war against the Rong people. In that case, was Yao City his sacrificial pawn?
No, Meng Fuyao immediately rejected the idea. If Yao City was really a sacrificial pawn, Zhangsun Wuji would definitely kidnap her. In other words, Yao City was a dangerous place that Zhangsun Wuji couldn't be sure of.
If Nanbei Rong and King De were really in cahoots, they would have divided the profits. Yao City should not have been given to the Rong people. That would have been equivalent to handing over his own territory to the Rong people. If King De's brain wasn't damaged, he wouldn't have done that.
That was why Zhangsun Wuji didn't forcefully drag Meng Fuyao away. Even so, he left a letter for her and carefully left some secret guards behind. He also conveniently revealed to Zhan Beiye that Fuyao was now in the Land of the Military. This made Zhan Wangye very consciously bring the Black Wind Cavalry for him to borrow. With the Black Wind Cavalry around, even if Yao City was schemed against, it wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
In the end, King De actually let Yao City go. The martial arts fanatic Zhan Beiye actually met the Ten Strongest on the way. The Hidden Mist, who usually appeared and disappeared erratically in the Five Continents and was an expert in maze formations, suddenly appeared in Wuji Nation. These three coincidences led to the bloodbath in Yao City. It could only be said that it was God's will that she had to suffer this calamity.
'But …' Meng Fuyao thought. 'Zhangsun Wuji must have already known about King De. He's bait for King De. Because of this, he didn't act rashly and alert the enemy by arranging any secret armed forces to monitor King De in the South. He deliberately wanted King De to … rebel! '
At this thought, Meng Fuyao's hair stood on end. This was an awesome man who dared to gamble with his own country and the world!
But why didn't he destroy King De in the capital? Why did he let the tiger out of the capital and conveniently give him 200,000 troops to cause trouble? Meng Fuyao felt that her little white brain was starting to run out of ideas. After some thought, she pulled the quilt down. 'Sigh, I'll just ask Zhan Beiye when he comes back. He's a political figure, I'll definitely understand.'
The moment the quilt was pulled down, she heard the sound of crying.
The faint sobbing sound drifted outside the walls of the county government office, which was not very tall. The dusk was coming to an end, and the twilight was falling. In this starless and moonless night, this wisp of sorrowful sobbing sound made people's hearts tremble.
Meng Fuyao frowned and pulled the quilt away. She squatted on the bed and cursed, "Is it haunted? The thing I'm least afraid of is ghosts! F * ck! Come and cry in front of me if you have the guts! "
The sound of crying stopped, but someone hurried over. Yao Xun's pale face swayed against the wall. He came in with a gloating smile. "It's Hu Sang who's crying."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao already knew what Hu Sang had done. She had yet to think of a way to punish her, but she was the first to cry?
"Zhan Wangye is so handsome …" Yao Xun was intoxicated. "Miss Meng, do you know that Hu Sang has been crying for three days …"
Yao Xun was beaming with joy, while Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded.
Three days ago, when Zhan Beiye found out about the incident of the city gate being refused, the petty Lord of Zhan had set his sights on Miss Hu Sang after getting angry. The ignorant commoners didn't need to be calculative. In the face of disaster, they couldn't be expected to remain as calm and clear-headed as philosophers. After all, if one doesn't look out for oneself, heaven and earth will destroy them. However, the vicious Hu Sang couldn't be let off. He ordered the Black Wind Cavalry to immediately transform into hoodlums and block all possible exits from the city. No matter which path Hu Sang's family chose to escape, they would always find that there were 'hoodlums' in front of them who wanted to buy passage fees. However, the fees were extremely ridiculous — they didn't need money, as long as Miss Hu Sang danced naked. Left with no choice, Hu Sang's family could only obediently return home and wait to be slaughtered. The hoodlums then took turns going to Hu Sang's house to 'buy weapons', asking for good metals and good workmanship. However, after the weapons were made, they were picky and kept reworking. After three days and three nights, Hu Sang's father was so tired that he collapsed on the ground. Hu Sang knelt on the ground and begged the soldiers to let her go. Do you think you're worthy of us going against you? Do you think you're worthy of going against City Lord Meng? You don't even want to dirty her shoes! "
He then dug out a pile of bills and pointed out the losses that Hu Sang's family had incurred due to their delay in work. The huge figures on the bills caused Hu Sang to faint. When she woke up, she heard someone say coldly, "Old Master Zhang of the western part of the city is willing to pay for your debt as long as you become a maidservant."
Hu Sang fainted again. Everyone knew that Old Master Zhang was obsessed with maidservants. He never took wives or concubines. His wives and concubines were maidservants that he could throw away when he got bored of them. They were simple, convenient, and disposable.
But that was not the end. The other person continued, "Old Master Zhang will only pay for half of your debt. Old Master Liu of the northern part of the city said that you can become a washerwoman to pay for the remaining half."
Hu Sang fainted again. The washerwomen in Old Master Liu's house were all "strippers". Old Master Liu was a huge fan of body art. The washerwomen in his house all had faces like plates, but their figures were extremely enchanting.
The Black Wind Cavalry threw down the bills and left. They said that they would come every day to chase for the debt until the two masters split Miss Hu Sang's days and nights equally. Hu Sang held a stack of bills and cried day and night. No one in the neighborhood helped her. Hu Sang only had herself to blame. Besides, these people who had guarded the city gate to death and refused to let her open had a guilty conscience. They didn't even dare to ask for mercy.
Hu Sang, whose eyes were swollen from crying, pulled a thin rope in the middle of the night and miserably tried to hang herself. She tried to hang herself three times in three different places. Finally, she was met by Tie Cheng, who had been beaten up. Tie Cheng was silent for a while and pointed out a path for Hu Sang. "Go and beg City Lord Meng yourself. Other than her, no one has the right to forgive you."
Hu Sang gratefully knelt at Tie Cheng's feet and kowtowed repeatedly. She was paying back double what Tie Cheng had kowtowed to her that day.
So now, it was Hu Sang's turn to cry outside the wall. She was really smart. She knew that crying in front of the gate might not be reported. She simply found out where Meng Fuyao lived and cried outside the wall closest to her house. Meng Fuyao couldn't even pretend that she didn't hear her.
Meng Fuyao frowned and thought for a long time. She had only accepted a handkerchief in a moment of dizziness. How did she get into so much trouble? Zhangsun Wuji was indeed not someone to be trifled with. He was the legendary Son of Heaven. If one offended him even a little, the heavens would punish them. Look, it was not her who was punishing Hu Sang, but Hu Sang who was punishing her. How could she cry so much? It seemed that as long as she didn't let her in, she wouldn't be able to sleep and recover.
"Damn it, who owes whom?" Meng Fuyao waved her hand. "I don't want to see her, and I won't pretend to forgive her. I won't tell her to scram. She'll scram as far as her dreams go. It's best if she dies on her own and doesn't come to me. Be careful that I don't stab her in the stomach if I'm in a bad mood."
Yao Xun rolled his eyes. "Miss Meng, you don't intend to stab her for real? You're too easy to talk to. She almost killed you. "
Meng Fuyao glanced at him. "I've always been easy to talk to. I didn't hold it against people who betrayed me twice."
Yao Xun didn't say anything. He rubbed his nose and went to pass the message. After a while, he came back. "Hu Sang is begging you to see her. She said that she wants to apologize to you in person."
"Damn it, she's asking for a mile after giving her an inch." Meng Fuyao was so angry that she kicked the stool over. "Fine, since she's looking for trouble, I'll fulfill her wish."
= = =
When Hu Sang timidly entered, Meng Fuyao thought that she had misjudged her.
It had only been a few days. How did a beautiful woman turn into a ghost? Look at her thin and white skin. She didn't even need makeup to act in a horror film.
She was looking down on Hu Sang, but she didn't realize that she wasn't much better than her. She was even paler and thinner than her, sitting on the bed like a paper doll. Anyone who saw her would wonder if she would be crushed to death by the blanket.
Hu Sang timidly raised her head and glanced at her. She quickly averted her eyes, but her legs had already turned to jelly.
"Mayor Meng … It's my fault … I was blinded by jealousy … Please forgive me …"
She cried like a pear blossom in the spring rain, kowtowing at Meng Fuyao's feet. Meng Fuyao stared at her coldly. She didn't feel pity for her, but rather disgust her.
There were always some women in this world who thought that they were smart and beautiful, and everyone else should bow down to them. The moment they met with unhappiness, they would burn with rage for revenge. However, they never thought that they had the right or reason to "take revenge".
This kind of person was despicable and detestable, a waste of food. Meng Fuyao would be happy to see her commit suicide to escape punishment, but unfortunately, Hu Sang refused to die, and she couldn't just send her to her death. It wasn't because she felt sorry for her, nor was it because she wanted to change her mind. It was because she was the one who started it all. It was her willfulness and her handkerchief that caused the disaster. If Zhangsun Wuji had rejected the handkerchief, Hu Sang's love would have been killed in time, and the subsequent events wouldn't have happened. It was her muddle-headedness that gave Hu Sang hope, and then disillusioned her.
Thus, she gave up on the idea of killing Hu Sang. After all, she was the one in the wrong. Moreover, women who were hurt by love were never normal people. They were capable of anything. She, Meng Fuyao, was able to distinguish between kindness and hatred. She knew that the person she should pursue and kill wasn't Hu Sang, but the mastermind behind the siege of Yao City. 'De King, oh De King, wash your neck and wait.'
However, she would not be satisfied if she did not teach her a lesson. She was not a kind person. She would not be comforted by the light of the Virgin Mary when she was harmed. Originally, she wanted to send Hu Sang to prison for a few days and let her see the representative torture tools in the state apparatus with her own eyes. She wanted to kill her evil spirit. Now, it seemed that there was no need.
Because before she could think of a way to torture Hu Sang, Zhan Beiye lifted the curtain and walked in.
He walked straight in without looking sideways, as if he didn't see Hu Sang kneeling in the middle of the road. He strode forward with big strides, and then … stepped on Hu Sang's hand.
"Ah!" Hu Sang screamed, her broken hand trembling with tears and snot flowing. Zhan Wangye suddenly went 'deaf', as if he didn't hear anything. He continued forward, as if there was no one else around. His footsteps were so forceful that the wind he stirred up swept Hu Sang to the side.
On the other side, Lord Ingot suddenly jumped out, stroking his beard as he waited. When he saw Hu Sang fly over, he immediately opened the bag beside him.
A pile of donkey dung rolled out.
It stained Hu Sang's face.
Lord Ingot laughed and ran to Hu Sang's shoulder, who was screaming non-stop. He lifted his robe and peed. His pee was extremely high and penetrating, creating a small splash that diluted the donkey dung. Yellow, green, and yellow flowed all over Hu Sang's face. Meng Fuyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She scolded, "Damn it, Ingot, if you want to mess with someone, please find another place. It's so dirty!" She then glared at Zhan Beiye. "Useless, playing tricks with a mouse."
"It's none of my business." Zhan Beiye sat down beside her. "Don't compare me to a mouse."
Only then did he 'see' Hu Sang. His face suddenly darkened as he stared at her.
When he stared at her with a dark face, the air in the room immediately became cold. It was so cold that Hu Sang, who was originally screaming and crying, involuntarily shivered and shrank into the corner of the wall.
Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiye in confusion. 'Sigh, I didn't know that this guy could be so dignified when he's sullen. It's a pity that the bruise around his eye affects his image.'
Zhan Beiye ignored her and only stared at Hu Sang. He didn't say a word, but a murderous aura and pressure surrounded them. Like sharp teeth with ice, he slashed at his target. Hu Sang didn't even dare to wipe her donkey dung, and could only whimper and shrink into the corner of the wall.
Meng Fuyao watched in silence. She wondered if this kid would go crazy after staring at her for an hour.
Just as Hu Sang was about to break down, Zhan Wangye, who had grasped the perfect timing, spoke. His voice was calm, but his words were like a knife drawn.
"I will kill the person who harmed Meng Fuyao."
Hu Sang didn't even know how to cry.
"Don't think that I'll let you off just because you're an ordinary woman without any martial arts skills. For her, I can give up my principles."
He looked at Hu Sang, silent and expressionless. The pressure was soundless.
Hu Sang began to tremble, as if she wanted to squeeze herself into the corner of the wall, desperately curling up into a ball. She only felt suffocated and terrified, the voice of the man in front of her was calm, but she felt as if her entire body had been cut by the knife of his gaze, even her heart could not beat.
Seeing that her face was pale and her teeth were chattering, Zhan Beiye was satisfied. He suddenly smiled brightly and said, "But I know that Fuyao won't kill you. It's not because she can't bear to, but because your life and death are not worthy of her concern. Only a lowly woman like you, who is obsessed with personal love and grudges, will be obsessed with your own narrow life."
"I respect her opinion, even though I'm a little unwilling." Zhan Beiye's eyes shone as he looked at Fuyao. "Sigh, I'm always at a disadvantage when I meet you."
It was only then that Hu Sang felt the pressure on her lessen. She let out a silent sigh of relief and lifted her teary eyes to look at Zhan Beiye. He was handsome and domineering, yet another extraordinary man. Why did such a man only appear by her side?
Why was it that no matter how disheveled she was, she was still like a god standing on a high place overlooking all living beings, unable to hide her splendor, like the moon surrounded by stars, while she herself was destined to shrink under her feet, carrying the dirt and mud of the mortal world, raising her head to look up at her?
She didn't understand what it meant to be human, but she knew that she had been utterly defeated in her life.
She slowly wiped the filth off her face with her sleeves. There were some things that she knew could never be wiped clean.
Zhan Beiye didn't want to look at her anymore. "Get lost."
Hu Sang bit her lip and retreated. Just as she was about to reach the door, she heard Zhan Beiye say coldly, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. You can be spared from death, but not punishment. Those bills can't be canceled."
Hu Sang spun around, but her legs gave way and she was about to fall again.
"But you can slowly pay them back. One year isn't enough for ten years, and ten years isn't enough for a lifetime," the evil Zhan Wangye said slowly. "I have to find something for you to do, so that you won't be too free and come up with bad ideas to harm others."
…
Seeing Hu Sang stagger away, Meng Fuyao shook her head. "Sigh, ruthless, ruthless."
That bill … Tsk tsk, Hu Sang wouldn't sell herself, would she?
"Who are you calling ruthless?" Zhan Beiye grabbed Yuan Bao and chased him out of the door. Then, he leaned in dangerously, his teeth as white as a beast's. "You don't know what's good for you, do you?"
Meng Fuyao slammed her palm down and shouted, "Stop! Sunflower Acupoint Technique! "
"I'm using the Dragon Tiger Wind Cloud Claw!" With a wave of his hand, Zhan Beiye swatted away Fuyao's weak claw. "What are you doing, my Princess?"
"Fei Fei Fei my ass! You can marry whoever you want! I'm not going to wait on you!" Meng Fuyao was furious.
"I won't let you serve me," Zhan Beiye said with a smile. "I'll assign a hundred maidservants to serve you, and you can choose a new one every day …"
Meng Fuyao shuddered and muttered, "What a tacky life …" Zhan Beiye began to remove his boots.
"What are you doing?! This is my bed!" She let out another earth-shattering roar.
"You'll have to share half of it with me sooner or later. I need to get used to it first." Zhan Beiye kicked off his boots and lay down comfortably. "Sigh, it's much more comfortable than the cave."
She wrapped herself in the blanket and pinched her nose. "Are you trying to suffocate me to death? My feet! "
"Are you saying my feet smell good? Are they okay? "Zhan Beiye picked up his boots." Smell them? "
Zhan Beiye lay back down nonchalantly and used his hands as a pillow. "You'll have to get used to me sleeping beside you sooner or later. You should get used to it first."
Meng Fuyao stared at him with the blanket wrapped around her. "Are you going to force me?"
"Force you to accept me?" Zhan Beiye frowned. "Fuyao, don't tell me you really like Zhangsun Wuji?"
"I don't like anyone!" She gritted her teeth. "I'm telling you very clearly that my goal is to travel around the Seven Nations and do what I'm supposed to do. You're just a bunch of flowers and plants. I'll walk among them and not even a single leaf will touch me!"
"Ai, this is what I like about you." Zhan Beiye was not angry. Instead, he smiled at her in satisfaction. "Look, the Prince of the Tian Sha Empire and the Crown Prince of the Limitless Sword Sect have become like a couple in your mouth. How domineering.
Meng Fuyao stared at him and realized that the Zhan Prince and Zhangsun Wuji were the same kind of people. No matter what you said, he would always find a way to get rid of you. It was unwise to bicker with them, and the best thing to do was to pretend that they didn't exist.
Thus, she pretended that he didn't exist. Meng Fuyao slept with her back facing him and covered herself with the blanket.
Zhan Beiye didn't move her either. He lay on his back and sighed. "It's better to sleep by your side … Don't worry, I haven't had a good night's sleep for years."
Meng Fuyao leaned against the wall, determined to stop herself from turning around and asking questions.
"When I was young, I slept at the entrance of my mother's palace every day. Sometimes, she would wake up in the middle of the night and run out barefoot. I couldn't wake her up or she would die, so I slept on the doorstep. She would walk too low in her dreams and step on me every time. Then, she would trip and fall right on top of me. That way, I could wake up and carry her back without her getting hurt."
Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Beiye's silhouette in the light of the oil lamp. Unbeknownst to her, that sturdy and tall figure had transformed into the figure of a small child, sleeping in the cold and spacious palace. The doorstep hugged his waist, but he didn't dare to fall into a deep slumber as he waited for his mother to step on him every night.
What kind of unspeakable desolation was this?
Meng Fuyao felt a lump in her throat. She recalled what Yao Xun had said about Zhan Beiye's unique background. His mother was the empress of the previous dynasty and the current Mad Concubine. Zhan Beiye had been ostracized by his elder brother for many years and had only managed to struggle his way to where he was today. His Black Wind Cavalry was famous throughout the world, but they could only number 3,000 men. That was the maximum his elder brother would allow. Meng Fuyao believed that as long as the conditions allowed, Zhan Beiye's elder brother, the emperor, would definitely want to kill this extremely threatening younger brother of his.
After experiencing such a dark life in the royal family and living in the cracks of being ostracized until now, Zhan Beiye still had such a bright and heroic character. It was a little unbelievable.
"Later on, I got my fief … It was actually the damned Geya Desert. Not only was that place poor, but it was also divided into three parts: one for the desert bandits, one for Mo Luo, and the last one for me. My elder brother was really generous … On the day I was conferred the title, I asked him if the entire Geya Desert was mine. He said yes, haha, and that made things easier. I beat up those bandits, slaughtered the Mo Luo Cavalry, stripped them naked, buried them in the sand, and flew them like kites … After that, they became obedient, and the entire Geya Desert was mine … But all those years, I didn't have a good night's sleep. "
Meng Fuyao felt a lump in her throat again. 'F * ck, what is this guy doing tonight? Is he going to complain?
Is he trying to soften the tough heart of the City Lord Meng with the desolation of the youth who used cruel means to expand his power but couldn't sleep well every night? '
She, the City Lord Meng, would never be moved … Meng Fuyao pricked up her ears and waited vigilantly for Zhan Beiye's next wave of 'bitter attacks'. However, there was no sound behind her, only the sound of deep breathing.
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but turn around curiously. A faint ray of moonlight shone through the half-closed window and onto Zhan Beiye's face. The outline of the handsome man's face was thus outlined in a tranquil and gentle manner. His skin was slightly white, making his brows and eyelashes even more eye-catching. There was a striking contrast to his beauty. His eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his breathing was calm. There was a sense of relaxation and joy between his brows.
Zhan Beiye was fast asleep.
Meng Fuyao turned her body sideways to look at him, watching his rare child-like sleeping face. The moonlight also shone on her face, which was still sickly, and there was a gentle and pitiful expression on it.
'Forget it … I won't kick him out of bed.'
She yawned and turned her body lazily. Her back was facing Zhan Beiye, and her eyelids drooped heavily.
She fell asleep too.
= = =
"You adulterous couple!!!"
The high-pitched, crisp voice of a woman suddenly entered Fuyao's ears. She mumbled and rubbed her eyes. She lifted the especially heavy blanket and turned over to continue sleeping. "Hu Sang, if you f * cking dare to say another word, I'll kill you right now …" she muttered.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you —" Someone was screaming vaguely, and it seemed that he was still kicking and struggling. The window had been opened at some point, and the cool morning breeze blew in, refreshing and awakening him.
Fuyao yawned and stretched her body for the longest time in a century. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and was thinking about what kind of torture to use to deal with this evil guest who disturbed her sleep. Suddenly, she heard someone say coolly, "Since Miss Meng was able to fight for a night, your body must have recovered. It seems that my presence here is unnecessary."
Hearing this voice, Meng Fuyao froze and carefully opened one eye to take a look. Indeed, the sharp-tongued man had returned.
Zong Yue stood in front of the window in a clean white robe. His crimson bougainvillea made him look like a sparkling mountain of deep snow. In his hand was a colorful … Ya Lan Zhu.
Meng Fuyao stared at the two of them with her mouth agape. 'What's going on? Why are they together? Why are they here at the same time?'
Her sluggish brain felt that something was amiss. After studying them for a long time, she realized that there was something wrong with the gazes of Ya Lan Zhu and Zong Yue. The former was as angry as a wild cat, while the latter was cold and mocking.
Mocking?
Meng Fuyao followed their gazes and looked back at her bed. Then …
"Ah!"
"Hot piece of motherf * cker Zhan Beiye, why the f * ck are you taking off your clothes?!" Meng Fuyao was furious. She grabbed the blanket and smashed it on Zhan Beiye's face. "You exhibitionist!"
The soft satin blanket shone and landed on Zhan Beiye's body. The prince was only wearing a pair of pants, revealing his well-defined muscles and smooth skin. His long legs were unceremoniously placed on Meng Fuyao's body. Just now, Meng Fuyao felt that the blanket was especially heavy because it belonged to a certain prince.
In other words, just a moment ago, Zhan Beiye's female pursuer and Meng Fuyao's male friend had witnessed the scene. Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye were lying on the same bed, their clothes disheveled and exposed.
When Meng Fuyao's blanket fell, Zhan Beiye, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes lazily. His eyes, which had just woken up, were as bright as colored glass and shockingly beautiful. He glanced sideways at the two before grabbing Meng Fuyao, who was smashing the blanket crazily, and greeted them without any surprise. "You two are early."
"Zhan, zhan, zhan …" Ya Lanzhu shrieked, "You, you, you …"
"I was sleeping, that's all," Zhan Beiye replied quickly. "Little princess, you are being rude. Barging into someone else's bedroom so early in the morning is not something that a person of your noble status should do."
He glanced at Zong Yue, who said indifferently, "As a doctor, it's normal for me to rush to my patient's room because I'm in a rush to treat my illness. But Prince, I don't think this is your bedroom, right?"
Meng Fuyao interrupted, "Yes, I don't know how he got here, let alone how he took off his clothes …"
"I'm not asking you." Zong Yue did not look at her. "You're already asleep anyway, so asking you is pointless."
Meng Fuyao shut her mouth gloomily and rubbed her nose, wondering why she was so unlucky today. Why were there so many people who were incompatible with each other? Also, why was Zong Yue so angry? Although he looked tired, what did that have to do with her? He couldn't be angry at her.
Zhan Beiye was still smiling, his teeth white. "This isn't my bedroom now, but it will be soon. Besides," he looked at Zong Yue 'warmly', "very soon, all the rooms that Meng Fuyao slept in will become mine."
"Ahhhhh, you adulterous couple …" Ya Lanzhu could only curse once in her life, and it was the most powerful one she could think of.
"It's said that the Heavenly Fiend Fierce King is a master of both the pen and the sword. It seems that I missed a sentence." Zong Yue walked over unhurriedly and unceremoniously took her hand to feel her pulse.
Zhan Beiye pursed his lips and did not ask. Meng Fuyao looked curiously at the two men who were brimming with killing intent the moment they met and asked cooperatively, "What was it?"
The moment she spoke, Zhan Beiye glared at her fiercely. At the same time, Zong Yue replied with satisfaction, "Oh, it was just wishful thinking."
Meng Fuyao laughed out loud. Zhan Beiye's face darkened as he said coldly, "Mr. Zong, you came just in time. I wonder if you, with your godly medical skills, would be able to reattach Fuyao's neck if she committed suicide?"
"Your Highness, you came just in time too," Zong Yue replied casually. "I wonder if the scenery of Limitless Nation's Laiwu Mountain is especially good? So good that you've been lingering there for half a month? "
Zhan Beiye did not speak and glared at Zong Yue. Zong Yue calmly felt Fuyao's pulse and did not even look at him.
The third round was still a draw.
= = =
After much difficulty, the group finally sat down to talk. The wild flower cat, Ya Lanzhu, was tired of scolding, Zong Yue was done, and Zhan Beiye had put on his clothes. The quarrel and verbal sparring had come to an end. Meng Fuyao ordered everyone to leave and gave them a cup of cold tea to calm down.
Although she did not know what they were angry about, she still felt that she was unlucky.
After drinking the cold tea, the matter was cleared up. Ya Lanzhu had chased after Zhan Beiye. After all, her life's goal was to chase after him. Moreover, the moment she entered Yao City, she heard about Fuyao's heroic deed of pretending to surrender and barging into the barracks. Her heart was filled with worship and she excitedly came to visit Fuyao early in the morning. Yao Xun was scared to see her and did not dare to stop her. In the end, Ya Lanzhu bumped into the 'adulterous couple'. The child was now sitting on the seat, staring at Fuyao with her beautiful big eyes. Fuyao felt uncomfortable and kept running to the toilet.
As for Zong Yue, he played it down. He had gone to the mountains in Qiong Cang to pick herbs and had rushed back when he received news from Yao City.
Meng Fuyao stared at him and suddenly said, "Zong Yue, aren't you treating King De? Can you do me a favor? "
"I know you want me to poison the medicine. How dare you ask a doctor to poison you?" Zong Yue lowered his eyes and drank his tea. Fuyao smiled awkwardly. Zong Yue continued, "Actually, I was going to do that even if you didn't mention it. Unfortunately, I can't do it."
"Why?"
"King De isn't sick at all." Zong Yue's words were earth-shattering. "What Qi deviation? His lower body's meridians are all lies to deceive the world. From the beginning to the end, the person I'm treating is not King De."
"Huh?"
"He's always been a liar." Zhan Beiye suddenly laughed coldly. "For example, his concubine was obviously driven crazy by Zhangsun Wuji, but he took the blame and told the public that he was the one who scolded her and made her go crazy. Zhangsun Wuji's luck is really good to meet this kind of royal family member who doesn't care about honor or disgrace, a loyal official who is willing to take the blame for the Crown Prince, and has a reputation for unparalleled loyalty. Zhangsun Wuji is really lucky."
Meng Fuyao was stunned. She recalled the cause of the series of events: King De's Mad Concubine. So it was Zhangsun Wuji who had driven her crazy. If that was the case, it was normal for the legendary King De to have ulterior motives. It must have been hard for him to endure for so many years and only act today.
"Since you don't have the chance to poison him, I'll do it myself." Meng Fuyao bit her lower lip with her white teeth and sneered. "Those who harm others will harm themselves. Just you wait."
"No way." Zhan Beiye immediately objected. "How can I let you take the risk with me around? I'll do it! "
"You? Do what?" Meng Fuyao found him an eyesore. "Do you think you're the Wuji Fierce King? Or are you going to bring your Black Wind Cavalry to kill King De? You're not afraid of international disputes, but I'm afraid that I'll become a sinner who brings harm to the people. "
She leaned on the table and excitedly discussed the plan. The two men gave her suggestions while glaring at each other. As they were talking, Meng Fuyao suddenly heard a sound from the window. She walked over to take a look and saw the last secret guard left by Zhangsun Wuji standing by the window with a pale face.
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