The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

The two showed panic, and they were silent for one flick, two flicks, three flicks... thirty flicks of fingers.

Some people say that if you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

Obviously Nanye chose to perish.

But Mu Surao chose to explode.

"You actually put such dirty things on my desk!!!"

This is the Hall of Mental Cultivation! ! ! !

That night, Xiangjiu was dragged back to the bedroom by Mu Surao and was beaten and kicked one after another. Thanks to her crying like pear blossoms and rain, I feel sorry for her, otherwise Mu Surao would have planned to bring the axe, axe, hook and fork into the palace , Let her taste the taste of Ling Chi's execution.

Enduring the pain all over her body, she hugged the quilt and made the floor in the smoked cage.

Wipe away tears, sniff nose, and lie down on the hard and cold blanket.

Su Rao, who was sitting on the dragon couch, turned her back and turned her back. She slept soundly all night.

The next day, the sun rises in the east.

With dark circles under her black eyes, Xiang Jiu went to beekeeping with Jing Xi while Mu Su Rao was ignoring her.

Still under the tree in the small courtyard, she held Qiu Baishan's "ashes" in her arms, crying heartbreakingly.

All the people around rushed to watch the excitement.

One person asked: "Little eunuch, why are you here again?"

One person asked: "Has anyone heard of your uncle's name?"

Xiang Jiu raised his sleeve and wiped away his tears: "It's useless to blame me, I didn't ask, oh, I don't know where to find him, but he must be in the beekeeping lane."

She took a deep breath: "Tomorrow my master will be buried, I will bring his ashes today, let's treat it as the last time he and his uncle meet, huh."

Jing Xi wanted to cry, squatted beside her, and patted her vest: "Grandpa Qiu has knowledge, and he can rest in peace. Don't be too sad, after all, people cannot be resurrected after death."

Xiangjiu's mood went up to a higher level, and she burst into tears, secretly opening her eyelids a little, so as to look at everyone.

Although beekeeping is not a good place, it is not auspicious for dead people to come and go.

The relics are piled there, why are the ashes here?

Everyone frowned with taboo, glanced at the clay pot, and staggered half a step back.

Only one person was half a beat behind.

Xiang Jiu's brows trembled, she felt somewhat confident.

In the face of the departure of a loved one, no one is absolutely determined not to seize it until death.

Complacent, Xiang Jiu gave Jing Xi a wink in a silent voice.

Jing Xi successfully accepted the message and stared at the target person.

After the task was completed, Xiangjiu's emotions returned, her crying gradually subsided, and after a few sobs, Jing Xi helped her to stand up, thanked everyone, turned her head out of the small courtyard, and found a gazebo to rest.

It was obvious that this place hadn't been cleaned for a long time, Jing Xi dusted the hem of his clothes, and respectfully invited Xiang Jiu to sit down.

Then he asked suspiciously, "What to do next."

"Wait." Xiang Jiu said loudly.

"Wait for uncle? Are you sure he will come?"

Xiang Jiu waved his hand and said lazily: "Never mind him, anyway, we know what he looks like, if he doesn't come, we'll find him ourselves."

Just as she was talking, Jing Xi motioned her for someone to come from the end of the veranda.

The man was short but stocky, his steps were vigorous, and his rickety spine was full of strength.

Hidden in the crowd, it is not conspicuous, and when alone, it cannot be ignored.

Very special.

Xiangjiu walked towards him, the cold wind picked up the corner of her clothes, she said in a relaxed tone, "Uncle?"

The man walked straight past her, put his hand on the clay pot, as if treating a cherished treasure, rubbing it over and over again.

Xiang Jiu leaned against the pillar, with a smile on his lips: "Imperial Master announces you."

Hearing the words, the man was no longer indifferent, his eyes burst into light: "Are you really Baishan's apprentice?"

"of course."

"How could he accept an apprentice like you? You're glib and foolish."

It was the first time that Xiangjiu was commented like this, and she wanted to be wronged but felt that she was not wronged. She was indeed playing tricks to get close to Qiu Baishan.

Shrugged as if it didn't matter.

The man continued: "Also, which slave has you mighty, I don't look like a slave to you."

"Oh, what does that look like?"

"More like a master."

"Oh—" Xiang Jiu sighed that his eyes were venomous.

"Tell me, which master am I?"

The man sneered: "You can hardly be regarded as half a master, just an eunuch who climbed over the dragon bed."

Xiang Jiu's face was livid: Wo Ri!

Is it really okay to scold others for eating soft rice in front of others!

past

Xiangjiu looked like she was jumping, the man saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart. He secretly laughed at her for being too young, unable to calm down, and everything that happened was written on her face.

He sighed heavily, resting his hand on the pot, reluctant to take it back.

"Did Bai Shan leave a message?"

Xiang Jiu said unhappily: "Yes."

The man held his breath, waiting for her to speak.

Xiangjiu deliberately teased him: "What's your name?"

"I am an orphan. When I was serving the late emperor, my master and I were named Du. I was the eighth apprentice he accepted. Everyone called me Du Laoba."

The name...is really casual enough.

No wonder I checked and checked and couldn't find it.

Xiang Jiu pursed her mouth in disgust.

Du Laoba urged her: "I'll answer your question, now you answer my question, what did Baishan say?"

Xiangjiu chuckled, his eyes gleaming: "He told me to come and find you, and asked you to give the things to the prince."

Du Laoba licked his dry lips, spread his hands, and pretended to be annoying to the end: "I am an old man who is waiting to die in the beekeeping lane, how can there be anything that the imperial master can look up to?"

"It can change the world suddenly..."

Xiang Jiu's voice stopped abruptly, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were fixed on him like nails.

"Do you know that Prince Long has secretly left Beijing, colluding with Jujiucheng Duanying in Beiyuan!"

"The world is about to be in chaos!"

Xiangjiu's tone of voice suddenly rose, wrapped in the cold wind, as fierce as a knife, piercing Du Laoba's cochlea.

Du Laoba's face changed when he heard the words, and his neck quickly turned red due to emotion: "Prince Long is rebellious!"

Jing Xi rushed up to cover his mouth, and let out a long "shush", his twisted facial features gave a warning.

Xiang Jiu was still leaning against the pillar, secretly pleased that it was Du Laoba who did not hold his breath, and corrected: "It's coming soon."

Then he added: "If you don't want to hand things over to the imperial master, just wait for the world to be in chaos! The imperial master has a bad temper, and there is a way to torment you—"

"I give!"

Xiangjiu: "?"

Jingxi: "?"

Is it too refreshing to stop struggling?

Xiang Jiu couldn't help being suspicious, and looked at Du Laoba up and down, trying to see clearly what he was planning.

Du Laoba was even more anxious than her, he pushed Jing Xi away, rushed forward and grabbed her: "Take me into the palace quickly!"

have a look!have a look!

How suspicious!

In a few words, you will face the saint.

But don't be unable to bear the pain of losing your beloved brother, give up on yourself, and want to assassinate the current sage.

"No!"

Xiangjiu resolutely refused - I will protect the safety of my daughter-in-law.

Du Laoba stomped his feet furiously, jumped up and cursed: "There's no time left, if you drag on, the country will change hands, and I will be the number one sinner of all time!"

Du Laoba is a stubborn donkey who will never turn back when his brain reaches a dead end.

He has no great wisdom, keeps in mind Du Wu's teachings throughout his life, and has no two masters in his heart-eating the king's salary, being loyal to the king, and worrying about the king's worries.

He once swore an oath in front of the late emperor to be loyal to the death, even if it cost him his life.

Therefore, he kept his name incognito, hid among the beekeepers, and never harbored any grudges.

Decades of guarding the promise to the first emperor, but now there is no sudden change, the first emperor doesn't want to see it, his master doesn't want to see it, and he doesn't want to see it either.

Otherwise, he will hold hatred for thousands of years.

He also betrayed his life's beliefs.

He hadn't been to the Forbidden City for ten years, and he only looked at it when he climbed up. Just like in his memory, it had red walls and green tiles, and its majesty was still there.

He stood in front of Zunyi Gate, hesitating which leg to take. Entering this place is the Hall of Mental Cultivation, where he has spent half his life.

Now when I come back, I have no sense of belonging, and I sigh that the years make people grow old.

Xiangjiu and Jingxi disliked him as a jerk, each put up an arm and carried him inside.

I thought it was a hard bone, but I didn't expect it to be a paper tiger.

Mu Su Raoben and several military ministers had further discussions on Prince Long's departure from Beijing, in order to advance the next step.

When the discussion was in full swing, suddenly there was noise outside.

The next moment, Nan Ye opened the curtain and ran in, and the whisk slammed wildly: "My lord, the man has been found! He has been found!"

He was very happy, as if he had married another wife.

Mu Surao's eyes were full of surprises, and she stood up to support the case: "Really?"

"It's serious, everyone brought it back, it's just outside."

Mu Surao was hot all over, walked back and forth in front of the desk, and waved his hand, ordering the military ministers to retreat quickly.

The ministers were at a loss, talking about business, why are they so excited all of a sudden?Have you found another stunning male favorite?

Thinking in this way, they all bowed and resigned, and rushed out of the Palace of Qinzhengqianxian to pay homage to the beauty of the male favorite.

After seeing the real person, they all sprained their feet in the corridor.

This male favorite is quite old.

oh~

The emperor's son has a strong taste.

They covered their faces with their sleeves and ran away as if their eyes were scorched.

Xiangjiu and Jingxi: "..."

Mu Surao thought that although she didn't know Du Laoba's name, she could always remember him when she saw him.

Apparently she had misunderstood.

The man kneeling at his feet has been tortured by ten years of wind and frost, so that he doesn't even know his mother.

Du Laoba hit a thousand respectfully, his movements were standard and accurate, showing the qualities of a eunuch.

Right now there are only the two of them in the Nuan Pavilion, Mu Surao has no time to play around with him, sipping tea impatiently, and said to herself: "You are really easy for me to find."

Du Laoba nodded with his head: "This old slave is ashamed."

Mu Surao waved his hand and said, "Give me a seat."

Nan Ye came in hurriedly, moved an armchair, helped Du Laoba to sit on it, and then retreated outside the curtain.

After a moment of silence, Du Laoba felt a little uncomfortable, and rubbed his calloused hands and legs.

Mu Surao had a panoramic view, and asked, "You, Du Wu, Qiu Baishan, what's going on with the three of you, master and apprentice?"

"...It's all arranged by the late emperor."

Mu Surao pinched the tip of his index finger with his thumb: "Father?"

"That's right," Du Laoba twitched his back, and said, "When the late emperor was young, he had a quarrel with Prince Long for the heir. After ascending the throne, the late emperor was grateful for the brotherhood, and for the sake of his mother and compatriots... ..."

"I've heard about this..."

Royal scandal, let alone mention it.

"Ah, it's the late emperor's soft heart...that left future troubles," Du Laoba paused, "He sent Prince Long to the Green Forest Camp of Meng'an Mansion as a punishment, but made Prince Long get acquainted with your biological mother, coldly Often."

Mu Surao frowned upon hearing this: "I know from my mother and concubine that my biological mother's grandfather was General Zhenbei, who made outstanding achievements and was prominent for generations. Although my biological mother was a girl, she grew up in a military camp since childhood. The ladies in the movie say she looks more like a boy."

"Yes, this old slave has been working in the palace for many years, and I have never met such a special person as Leng Changzai. The late Emperor... likes her very much."

"How? She is not favored?"

"No, you misunderstood the late emperor. In the ninth year of Xiaowu, your mother and concubine were 16 years old and entered the palace selection. The late emperor liked it from the bottom of his heart with just one glance."

"It wasn't until later that I found out..."

Du Laoba's chest suddenly heaved violently, and his face was buried so low that people couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Mu Surao seemed to be in a hurry, she leaned forward a few inches: "What do you know?"

"...Only then did I realize that Leng Changzai and Prince Long agree with each other and have the same heart."

Mu Surao's heart skipped a few beats, and her ears buzzed.

Du Laoba saw that she was in a trance for a while, and her buttocks seemed to be pricked by needles. He couldn't sit still anymore and knelt back to her feet.

As if a little tired, he said slowly: "Please forgive me, my lord—"

Mu Surao interrupted him: "I forgive you for your innocence, but it's okay to say."

Du Laoba is certainly not afraid of big things: "The first emperor loved Prince Long since he was a child. He took the throne and his beloved. He couldn't help but feel ashamed, and he has been hiding in the cold ever since."

"At that time, Leng Changzai was pregnant. She was ten months pregnant, and her body was getting worse day by day. On the night of giving birth, she almost lost half her life."

"You know what happened later. The imperial concubine asked you to come to her side. Leng Chang was like a kite that was unthreaded. She couldn't get sick, and she was... depressed all day long."

A woman deep in the palace is like a bird whose wings have been broken. She misses her lover outside the palace and her daughter who was taken away. Every thought is the basis for her survival and the poison that exhausts her. After a while, people died.

密旨

The warm pavilion fell into silence, and Mu Surao's heart could not be calm for a long time. Her biological mother, who was enshrined in Jing'an Zhai, had lived such a miserable life.

She couldn't help but blame her father.

He was indecisive, but he wanted her biological mother to suffer the consequences.

Clenching his hands tightly, his white joints were bloodless, and he said word by word: "So, when he was dying, he wanted to pass on to Prince Long as compensation for him?"

With a sudden voice, he said angrily: "Has he thought about his wives and children? Will Prince Long let us go when he ascends the throne!"

"No!" Du Laoba raised his chin and looked up at her, "You misunderstood the first emperor! He didn't."

Mu Surao's heart sank, her eyes full of doubts.

Du Laoba's lips trembled: "The first emperor did leave a secret decree, a will..."

"Where is it? The Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

"Yes, but it's a long story. The ancestor emperor once made a rule to put the edict of passing the throne in a wooden box and hide it behind the upright and bright plaque. Only the old slave was present when the first emperor passed the throne."

Du Laoba sonorously said: "I can assure you, that the edict is written in your name!"

"The woman the late emperor loved most in his life was Leng Changzai. He has given you a lot of care. You have always been his favorite crown prince."

"Prince Long is ambitious. On the night of the late emperor's death, he led troops into the Forbidden City. Fortunately, the empress and concubine fought each other to support you as emperor. That's ten years."

Mu Surao kept drinking tea, and every word that fell into his ears seemed to weigh a thousand catties: "...so the secret decree is also hidden behind the upright plaque?"

Du Laoba replied: "It's in the interlayer of the wooden box."

Mu Surao stood up with a "shua", opened the door curtain and left the Nuan Pavilion.

Xiang Jiu was waiting anxiously with Nan Ye Jingxi outside, when he saw Mu Su Rao coming out, Ziliu followed.

Xiangjiu asked: "Did Mr. Du make a move? He has tough bones, so don't get angry."

Mu Surao didn't bother to pay attention to her, and they followed her through the Qinzhen Qinxian Hall, into the Buddhist hall, pointing to the red coral bonsai on the table by the wall and said: "Move away!"

Nanye and Jingxi finished immediately, and then turned their backs.

Xiang Jiu blinked, admiring that they were well-trained, and he knew that they had done this more than once.

She leaned close to the wall and studied it carefully, she was bound to see the mystery.

Mu Surao thought she was in the way: "Get out of the way."

"Oh."

Xiang Jiu reluctantly moved behind her.

But seeing Mu Surao's palm pressed against the wall, gently stroking it up and down, as if he was looking for something, suddenly, he pressed it in, and a slap-long dark box popped out immediately.

Xiang Jiu probed in and was dazzled by a bundle of gold bars.

What a great place to stash a little treasury.

Mu Surao saw that she had a small heart, took out a wooden box and pointed it to her nose: "Your money is all from me!"

He also said that people eat soft rice!

Xiangjiu is depressed!Autistic!Not happy anymore!

Mu Surao didn't have time to coax her, so he took Nanye and Jing Xi away, leaving her alone to solve the problem.

Xiang Jiu looked up to the sky and wailed: the most ruthless emperor... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

Du Laoba kept kneeling and never got up, waiting for Mu Surao to leave and return, he nodded respectfully.

Mu Surao refused his gift and handed the wooden box into his hand.

Du Laoba understood, pushed open the lid, lifted the red silk spread flat on the bottom of the box, bent his knuckles and tapped.

Peng Peng.

Two empty beeps.

Mu Surao raised one corner of her mouth, and whispered softly, as if she was laughing at herself.

She and Xiangjiu went around for this thing, racked their brains, but they didn't expect to find it right under their noses.

Opening the dark layer seems to be a laborious task, or it may be that Mr. Du can't use his strength when he is in the eighth grade, his face is red and his neck is thick, but there is no result.

Mu Surao made a decisive attack, and asked Nanye to find a delicate and small hammer, and then dispatched a capable general, Xiang Jiu, to smash the wooden box into pieces.

Xiangjiu refused to accept the entrustment, and was shattered with one blow.

Xuan was surprised to find a piece of yellow paper buried under the pile of debris, rolled into a small roll, only one finger long.

Nan Ye carefully took it out, blew on the sawdust stained on it, and handed it to Mu Su Rao.

"That's right, that's it." Du Laoba said.

The thing in his hand is very meaningful, Mu Surao held it, but it took a long time to see any movement.

She was worried that what her father left on it... would not be what she wanted.

He walked down the corridor with heavy steps.

Under the gaze of everyone, he unfolded the yellow paper little by little.

There are only a few strokes of cinnabar characters - if the dragon is reversed, punish it!

The handwriting is delicate, round and delicate, without the slightest imperial aura.

Mu Surao remembered this word, it was written by her father.

She loosened her shoulders, the haze between her brows and eyes was swept away, and there was a faint joy at the tip of her eyes.

She is happy for her father, this old man has been cowardly all his life, but he even did something tough!

After all, he loves her.

At night, the moon and stars are rare.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is soaked in the silver moonlight, full of poetic and picturesque.

Mu Surao couldn't wait for dinner, so she dragged Xiang Jiu back to the bedroom to have a private conversation.

One couch, two people, Xiang Jiu was distracted by the posture of Mu Su Rao riding on her waist.

He took off his clothes on his own.

Mu Surao slapped her: "Don't let your imagination run wild!"

Xiang Jiu put on her clothes awkwardly.

To make up for it, Mu Surao rewarded her with a deep and lingering kiss, but after the kiss was so sweet, she was unwilling to take responsibility.

Avoiding Xiangjiu's pretty face, he solemnly narrated everything Du Laoba and her had explained in the Nuan Pavilion during the day.

Xiangjiu persevered, trying to bite her white and tender neck in vain, just as she opened her mouth, she was pushed back into the pillow.

"I'm telling you the truth."

"It was you who seduced first."

"Whoever seduced you is because of your lust!"

Xiangjiu twisted her waist, pulled Mu Surao into her arms and hugged her, coquettishly said: "I don't have any merits these days, but I also have hard work, I want to be rewarded."

Mu Surao giggled: "You didn't like this before."

"It's grown up." Xiang Jiu put down the bed curtain, turned over and fell on a generation of emperors.

While struggling, Mu Surao suppressed a smile: "No."

Xiang Jiu grabbed the quilt and covered it over his head.

Mu Surao: "Look at how anxious you are—"

Ups and downs and satiation have the same effect, they are both painful and happy.

And it is very memorable afterwards, how can I say it, the meaning is still endless!

Mu Surao was still immersed in the joy of the day, so excited that she couldn't sleep, she pushed Xiang Jiu who was feeling weak all over, "Come with me to a place."

Xiang Jiu smacked his lips, his eyelids were clenched: "Let's go tomorrow."

Mu Surao pounced on her and bit her nose: "Go or not!"

"Don't go."

"going or not!"

"Don't go."

Mu Surao pressed his teeth hard, Xiang Jiu yelled and said in a compromise, "Go, go, go."

Mu Surao let go, and scolded her not to shed tears without seeing the coffin.

They were not followed by anyone, and they walked side by side in the long corridor in the cold winter night, wearing cloaks.

The figures overlapped and their fingers clasped together.

Mu Surao squeezed Xiangjiu's soft and waxy palms, and looked forward to a bright future with a soft voice: "Rong Luo, when Beiyuan rescues your sister, you have to come back with me, and you will not go anywhere in the future. Watch me."

This is the second time she has called this name.

Xiangjiu was distracted for a moment, and teased her: "It's so boring to stay in the palace every day."

Mu Surao hastily changed his words: "I allow you to go out of the palace to play, the capital is much more fun than Beiyuan, and I will take you there every year on the southern tour and autumn hunting."

"But my dream is to become a secret agent of Megatron."

"You are my Huang Jun. This name is not only powerful in the world, but also powerful in the world."

Xiangjiu thought to himself: This is reasonable.

"Also, I am rich all over the world, what is mine is yours."

"...I earn the money myself."

"I don't laugh at you for eating soft rice."

"...I'm a little tempted."

Kitahara

The place Mu Surao is going to is Jing'an Zhai in Jingyang Palace.

She hadn't been here for a long time, and the servants didn't pay much attention to cleaning it.

Pushing the door and entering, the ground is full of decay, and even the lanterns under the eaves are tattered and crumbling.

Mu Surao didn't get angry, and said "it's my fault".

Since she was a child, she was aloof, and it was rare for her to reproach herself and give in.

My heart is probably very bitter.

Thinking like this, Xiangjiu raised a slight smile, Mu Surao liked Xiangjiu's smile the most, it warmed her heart like spring sunshine.

They stood before the portrait.

Xiangjiu stared at the portrait in a daze. When she came back here, she took a quick glance outside the hall, and felt that the woman in the painting was fresh and lively. Now that she got closer, she found that she was graceful and swaying, casual and elegant.

It is indeed different from the women in the palace, or... out of place.

She seemed to find something funny: "You really look like your mother."

Mu Surao took out three sticks of incense sticks, lit them on the candle, and three wisps of green smoke floated into the air, misty.

"People say that my father and I look alike."

Xiang Jiu raised her index finger and shook it: "You are similar in shape to your father, and in spirit to your biological mother, and you have a temperament like her."

Mu Surao agrees with this point, her father is indecisive, if he hadn't been born to the throne, he really wouldn't be the emperor.

"Perhaps." She stuck the incense sticks on her forehead and bowed three times to the portrait.

Xiang Jiusheng was afraid of neglecting his mother-in-law, so he imitated the example, and also put on three sticks of incense sticks, sincerely, as if asking his mother-in-law to bless the country, the people, and the grain and harvest.

Mu Surao looked funny, and couldn't help touching her, touching her face, touching her ears.

"Meng Lang! In front of your biological mother, relax."

Mu Surao listened obediently.

The mouth is indeed unforgiving: "I will toss you when I go back."

Xiangjiu blushed with shame, and stared at her with big black eyes puffed up, no matter how she looked at it, she wanted to refuse but still welcome, playing hard to catch.

In the early morning, Xiangjiu clutched her sore waist, gritted her teeth, raised her breath, and managed to crawl out of the warm bed with all her strength.

Mu Surao put her snow-white arms around her waist, moaned and complained indistinctly: "It's cold, don't move around."

Xiangjiu's fair features twisted into pleats: "I feel uncomfortable."

Mu Surao continued to hum: "... Where is it uncomfortable?"

"Waist! No, you made too much noise last night. My waist can't take it anymore. I have to go to the Tai Hospital."

Mu Surao grinned cheerfully, all drowsiness disappeared, rubbed her eyes, and arched into Xiang Jiu's arms, lying comfortably on her lap.

"Is it because I made too much trouble, or are you just so powerful?"

A generation of emperors are full of coquettish words, how decent is it?

Xiang Jiu said angrily: "I'm amazing! I'm the best!"

Mu Surao couldn't help laughing, she tilted her chin up, a section of lotus root white neck was shining brightly in Xiang Jiu's eyes, like an invitation or a provocation.

Xiangjiu promised that if she hadn't been too physically ill, she would have killed Mu Surao even if she risked her life.

When she found her to put on her clothes, Xiaoman's waist hurt so badly that he was so weak that he couldn't tie the belt for a long time, and he was fidgety and tight.

Mu Surao leaned sideways on the couch, watching with a playful face, ever since Xiang Jiu moved to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she felt that she was much more fun than Nuan Rongrong.

With a lift of her arm, her fingertips hooked onto the tape, and with a slight push, Xiang Jiu pressed against her body: "I will help you."

Her tone was soft, even a bit soft, just like last night's emotion.

Xiang Jiudeng's passion surged, thinking about the possibility of enduring the backache and Mu Surao's prostitution in the daytime.

It's a pity that "everything is fate, and nothing can be controlled by others".

Nan Ye said in dismay outside the green gauze cabinet: "My lord, there is a letter from Beiyuan."

Xiangjiu was both surprised and delighted, before the belt was fastened, he opened the door with a gust of wind, took the envelope and opened it.

Mu Surao put on a cloak and came out, as soon as he walked around the wooden screen, he saw Xiang Jiu opened his mouth that could hold two eggs, he was dumbfounded.

Obviously something big is going on!

Mu Surao took a look at the letter, and immediately froze, and stared at Xiang Jiu.

Nanye looked at Mu Surao, then at Xiangjiu, what happened, the Huns violated the territory?The country is ruined and the family is destroyed?The forbidden army forced the palace?

He used all his life's imagination, and he couldn't figure out why.

Instead, I found that the situation and the scene were very familiar.

Oh yes, he disturbed their two world again.

Alas, it's clearly a story of three people, but I still can't have a name.

Just as he was thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to leave silently, he heard Xiangjiu say without thinking: "God, Prince Long killed Duanying!"

Nan Ye jumped in shock: "What! Prince Long killed someone!"

Obviously he missed the point.

Mu Surao pushed away his chubby face, "He's always been calm and rational, this time something must have happened, internal strife broke out, it's definitely not a momentary impulse."

"What on earth is he trying to do?" Xiang Jiu rolled up the letter paper.

Mu Surao met her eyes and said firmly: "I thought he wanted Jiangshan before, but I was wrong. What he wants...is actually revenge."

His throne and his beloved woman were all lost to his father. In his heart of resentment, he had worked hard for many years to prepare for this venting.

Thinking about it now, isn't his adultery with the queen mother also a way of revenge against his father?

Hatred can blind people's eyes, and it can also make people narrow. He does not allow people to be out of control, or even rebel against him.

An off-string arrow cannot turn back, let alone fall short.

The emperor's house has always been like this.

So Mu Surao understood what Prince Long was thinking.

"I guess the reason for their rebellion is that Duanying wants to get rid of Prince Long."

Xiang Jiu coincided with her, and asked again: "But why did you leave Beijing suddenly?"

Mu Surao nodded her lips and fell into deep thought.

The third party, Nan Ye, who has never been able to get into the circle, took a look at the sky, and timidly interjected: "It's time for the emperor to change his clothes and go to court."

Successfully exchanged for an angry "get out".

Nanye: I am too "Southern".

Two days later, a group of people galloped along the official road. They were so fast that the places where the horses' hoofs slapped raised dust all over the sky.

The leader is Xiang Jiu.

In order to ensure safety, she and Mu Surao split into two groups, and agreed that ten days later, they would meet at Yuganguan, a thousand miles away from Beijing, which was the only place to go to Beiyuan.

Xiangjiu firmly believes that as long as she runs fast enough, her former colleagues will not be able to chase her down.

So day and night, non-stop.

But her team of guards are all green battalion experts carefully selected by Mu Surao, all of them have extraordinary bearing and murderous aura.

Really conspicuous.

Xiang Jiu couldn't help worrying.

She is inexperienced in Jianghu, but her brain is easy to use. When she met a caravan on the road, she rushed to get close to her, asked where she came from, and exchanged cheerful greetings. .

Said it was "just on the way, we can walk with you".

When the group of people saw that there were martial arts masters behind her, they wished for them all to be free bodyguards to protect them on a safe journey.

Immediately agreed.

After following a section of the road, it was time to part. Xiangjiu went to find the next group of caravans. She was lucky, and could always pick up one caravan after another.

Being in the caravan, the purpose is to confuse the public, the hunters are foolishly unable to distinguish between tigers and mice, after ten days, they managed to get along safely.

Of course, just barely.

The so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away.

The farther away from the capital, the more dangerous it is.

No, seeing that he was about to reach Yuganguan, he ran into his old acquaintance Meng Fuling on the way.

Behind Meng Fuling were the junior sisters that Xiang Jiu had met earlier, and there were other junior sisters whom Xiang Jiu had never seen before.

The younger sisters are all fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, with big breasts, thin waist and sweet voice, and their faces are unrecognizable, which caused Xiangjiu to suddenly suffer from face blindness.

But it doesn't matter, as long as she knows Meng Fuling.

Meng Fuling and all her juniors stood in the middle of the road, with a face full of "I opened this road, and I planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, you will save money to buy roads."

It can be called a model of evil spirits.

Xiangjiu was riding on the horse, staring at such girls, thinking that they are going to Beiyuan too?

Could it be that Prince Long bought the Zhaoyao Tower?

Xiangjiu hated his teeth so much that he stepped on two boats, a scumbag!

Thinking like this and asking like this, Meng Fuling remembered the revenge of being beaten by Hong Ling last time, relying on the strength of the crowd, she drew her sword clangly, and pointed the shiny sword point directly at Xiang Jiu's nose.

"Come down, let's fight to the death."

The elites of the green battalion do not rely on it. If Xiangjiu behaves badly, the prince will punish and destroy the three clans.

Qi Shushu pulled out the big knife, with a hideous expression of "Come on, let's fight!"

The junior sisters on the opposite side didn't agree anymore, a bunch of big men bullied our senior sisters, what kind of heroes are they!

With a loud shout, his spirit sank to his dantian, and he gestured for a uniform white crane to spread its wings.

Xiangjiu: "..."

The situation was at a stalemate for a while, but time waited for no one, and Xiangjiu decided to switch to the Huairou policy in a hurry.

She stretched her eyebrows and put on a pure and pleasant smile.

"Sister Meng~"

Meng Fuling shook off goose bumps all over her body.

"After all, we are colleagues, not a family, and if you don't enter a family, please raise your hand and leave a way out."

"Bah! Your sister-in-law didn't hold her hands high that day!"

Xiang Jiu slapped her hands fiercely: "You said it too, it's my sister-in-law's fault! She's really gone too far, I'll hurry back to Beiyuan and scold her!"

Meng Fuling: "..."

"Don't worry, I will definitely ask her to go to the Zhaoyao Tower to personally compensate you!"

"I'm afraid you don't have that much face!" Meng Fuling told the truth.

Who in the world doesn't know that Tang Hongling dominates Jujiu City, the city lord Rong Qing is a strict wife, and a second city lord is the top brat.

Xiangjiu: I didn't expect that family ugliness was known to everyone.

Xiangjiu touched his nose: "...I didn't do anything at that time, besides, I was afraid that you would be frozen, so I was very considerate to hold firewood for you..."

She always keeps in mind Sister's teachings, "Stay on the front line in everything, so we can meet each other in the future."

You see, this moment is "good to meet".

Xiang Jiu's words are rough and not rough, the cold light in Meng Fuling's eyes fades away, and she goes deeper to say that Xiang Jiu still has the grace to save their lives.

Xiangjiu found that she was loose, and chased after the victory: "Of course, I am willing to help others, and I don't ask you for anything in return. I just hope that you will do me a favor, sister Meng, and let me go..."

Before the words fell, Meng Fuling had already slowly put down the sword...

Suddenly raised it again: "From now on, we will not owe each other!"

These words are like the necessary lines for a scumbag wife to a scumbag ex-husband.

Xiang Jiu responded repeatedly, clamped the horse's belly, and led the big guys to continue on the road. It always felt weird when they passed Meng Fuling shoulder to shoulder.

She stopped her horse and asked, "What are you doing in Jujiu City?"

Meng Fuling sneered, threw the sword back into the scabbard, and beckoned the juniors to turn into the grove beside the road.

A row of large characters on the back of the head: "None of your business."

Xiang Jiu made a face at her back: If there is a way, don't go through the woods, what's wrong!

Mu Surao and Xiangjiu were sticky, and they would be confused after being separated for a while. According to the agreed day, they arrived at Yuganguan smoothly when the sun was rising.

He was warmly received by the local officials, and surrounded by the soldiers guarding the border, he climbed up the tower and looked into the distance.

The yellow sand rolls into my eyes.

She couldn't help but feel emotional.

Five years ago, in the winter of five years ago, she went north alone, crossed the Yugan Pass, and stepped into the Wumi River by mistake. Xiang Jiu wrapped her cloak for her and carried her home.

That "home" was a gorgeous cowhide tent, adhering to "Is there any other land in the world", and she lived there with peace of mind.

Looking back now, it's interesting.

She stood on the high wall, motionless, and it took her a long time to regain her wandering thoughts and ask the people beside her, "Is someone here?"

The man was wearing armor, and looked down with his head. It was as quiet as a chicken under the city tower. The caravans and bodyguards who came and went came and went in and out of the city gate in an orderly manner under the leadership of the soldiers.

He bowed his head and cupped his hands: "I don't know who the emperor is asking?"

Mu Surao smiled and rolled her eyes: "My Huangjun."

That person: "!!!!"

When did the princess get married! ! ! !

In the northwest border, the news is indeed blocked! ! ! !

Supplementary chapter Supplemental chapter

i want to give you a bubble gum

He stopped abruptly.

I pierced the window screen with my fingertips, peeked in through the hole, and saw the water vapor in the house, just like the mist in the winter morning, and the incense in the middle of the mist was soaking in the bathtub, humming a little song leisurely.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

A trace of joy rose in Mu Surao's heart, and she poked the hole a little wider with excitement.

she thought, take a bath