Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 129 "Xiangguo was originally a daughter (8)"

The Kingdom of Yan, located in the extreme north of the Three Kingdoms, is adjacent to the Xiongnu in the north and threatened by the dog army in the southwest.

A carriage quietly drove into Dajing, the capital of Yan State.

The carriage looks ordinary, the body is dusty, and the curtain is also an ordinary fabric embroidered with blue background. But after careful observation, it was discovered that the horse pulling the carriage is powerful and has strong hooves.

The curtain of the car was lifted by a chubby little hand, and the calligraphy and painting stared at the city with round eyes.

The road is wide, and there are hawkers on the street to welcome and send them off. There are common people in coarse cloth, dudes who wander around and walk birds, officials in the officialdom who walk in sedan chairs, and girls who can walk on the street without covering their faces...

Calligraphy and painting put down the curtain, with a hint of envy in their eyes, "My lord, the folk customs of Yan Kingdom are really open, even women, women can walk around at will, and the common people are used to it."

There is a cushion near the corner, and the "Master" in an ordinary blue gown sits quietly in the corner, his eyes are lowered, and his slender fingers gently turn over some scattered bamboo slips. The sun shines on her through the car window. On the side of her face, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were blurred, and that inconspicuous scar was blurred.

What a jade "son", untainted by worldly vulgarity, clear and transparent, with a sincere heart.

Hearing the muttering of calligraphy and painting, Zhou Meng raised her eyelids amusedly, carefully put the bamboo slips into the wooden box, and said, "Yan's national style is open, you just don't know a thousandth of it."

"real?"

Zhou Meng's ears twitched, and she said confidently, "You open the car curtain now, and take a look at the street."

Calligraphy and painting were skeptical, but as expected by the princess, she saw a big show.

A boy was chased by a girl to the point of panic, his face was full of anxiety, sweat dripped, and he knocked down the vegetable and flower stalls to the ground in a hurry, the boy shouted anxiously, "Grandma, I surrender, Isn't it okay to admit defeat?"

"Little mynah, if you don't keep my belongings, I'll let your descendants cut them up and feed them to the fish!" The girl, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, and a warm red dress, flicked a silver snakeskin whip, and what she said made people cry. People are both funny and speechless, and the good-looking girl is so pungent.

Hearing the girl's threat, the young man's face turned even paler. If he knew that he would not listen to the instigation of those bastard grandsons to provoke this aunt, he hid behind a sugar vendor and repeatedly begged for mercy, "Auntie, it's not the young master's idea. Zhu San's idea, please show mercy and let the young master go!"

"You bastard grandson, take your life!" The girl's eyes were on fire, and she was about to entangle the boy with a whip.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man ran away, pushed down a few small stalls and temporarily caught the girl, making a grimace and humming a tune as he slipped away quickly.

Seeing a carriage passing by on the street, he jumped on it unceremoniously. The young man said in a clear voice, "Send me to Zhennan Palace, I will reward you very much!"

"You, you—" Shuhua pointed at him speechless, isn't this the little boy who was chased by the girl's house in the street?

The young man has a good skin, delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, but there is a slight hostility on his face, he is a pampered and naughty character.

Seeing that the little girl was speechless, he dug out his ear piercing impatiently, and stood half-bent in the car door very tired, "Hey, where are you in charge? Let him speak, a little poor girl is not qualified Let the young master speak."

Calligraphy and painting have already had enough of Sixi's cynicism on weekdays, and the drizzle of the young man has no effect on her. She looked at him vigilantly, half of her body covered in front of the princess, "Young master, we are not from the capital, and we don't know the town. Nanwangfu, I'm really sorry, could you please get out of the car now?"

Calligraphy and painting swear, she showed the most polite smile and asked the uninvited young man to leave.

Bai Qingyun immediately became angry, his eyes were full of hostility, there are still people in the capital who don't sell the face of Zhennan Prince's Mansion, he stretched out his hand to throw this ignorant maid out, but unexpectedly, she was caught by a warm and cold girl. Ruyu's hand was easily restrained.

"Young master, if you want to touch my girl, you need to get the master's consent!" She turned halfway to the side, moved the calligraphy and painting aside, and easily stopped Bai Qingyun who was about to get angry.

Bai Qingyun raised her eyebrows upside down, "Which one does the young master want to teach, what does it matter to you?"

Zhou Meng smiled slightly and approached him with a gentle expression.

"Master, go to the moat."

"Okay."

Immediately, there were bursts of painful cries and faint laughter in the carriage.

The Ministry of Rites specially arranged post stations for the scholars who came from the local police. Zhou Meng finished washing, held a candle, and carefully wrote with a brush what he had seen and felt in the past few days.

"Knock-"

"Who?"

"It's me, Calligraphy, sir, open the door." Calligraphy replied cautiously from the door.

Zhou Meng put on her coat, and the wooden door creaked. She was a little puzzled, "Calligraphy and painting, what's the matter?"

She smelled the tangy aroma, looked down, and saw that Shuhua was holding a bowl of noodle soup with a few pieces of meatballs, her little face flushed, "My lord, my lord, you are too tired to stay up all night reading, let's take a rest by eating a bowl of noodles."

Looking at the shining eyes of the calligraphy and painting, Zhou Meng stepped aside and said, "Come in."

Zhou Meng rolled up her sleeves, slowly ate the noodles with chopsticks, and after a while, she went to the kitchen with the calligraphy and painting.

It was late at night, and she was really worried that Shuhua would go to the kitchen of the inn alone, and the two of them would be good companions.

"Princess, it doesn't matter to you that you beat the son of Zhennan Prince's Mansion on behalf of your servant?"

Thinking of the arrogant young man who begged for mercy at the beginning, like a poor little sheep, Zhou Meng couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows curved, "It doesn't matter, maybe, we will never see each other again, and there is nothing he can do if he wants to trouble me .”

Calligraphy and painting breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. The servant sees that young master is arrogant and domineering. He is not easy to provoke. The servant is afraid of causing trouble for you."

"Calligraphy and painting, only the two of us will depend on each other in the future. I will never let you be bullied in vain. In the future, I will find a good marriage for you." Zhou Meng narrowed her eyes and winked at the calligraphy and painting, instantly being extremely noble The young master is more pyrotechnic and mischievous.

Princess Jiyue fell ill and fell into a coma for three consecutive days. Her nominal husband didn't care about her, and only her loyal servant girl, Shuhua, stood by the bed and took good care of Princess Jiyue.

Calligraphy and painting is a kind and good girl, she deserves respect.

Calligraphy and painting had teary eyes, and under the narrow eyes of the princess, she wiped away her tears shyly.

……

"It is said that Ancheng commoner Ji Zhou went to the palace."

"It is said that Ancheng commoner Ji Zhou went to the palace."

"It is said that Ancheng commoner Ji Zhou went to the palace."

On the long steps, every few steps, there are eunuchs with white faces and beardless summons, from the Wenhua Palace to the gate of the Zijin City Palace.

Led by a special person, a boy in civilian clothes calmly walked into the royal palace, which symbolized power and autocracy.

The change of power has already been undercurrent.

　Zhou Meng: Those who dare to bully me, say, what kind of death do you want the author to arrange for you? (Smile)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)