Jianling

Chu Wan really remembered that her first reaction was that this son should be scolded, but she opened her mouth and didn't make a sound for a long time.

She clearly wanted to say something, she wanted to scold him for his evil intentions and selfishness, but when she met Shen Shenxuan's firm eyes, she found that all words seemed powerless.

Shen Zhongxuan has already made a decision, even if this decision runs counter to the hopes of most people, it is still a decision he is willing to sacrifice his life for.

The gentlest person is often the most unquestionable, she has almost never persuaded Shen Xuan, it was the same at that time, it was always the same, and it is the same now.

When Zhong Xuan was about to leave, Chu Wanzhen still had nothing to say.

"Where is Ah Xingguan?"

Chu Wanzhen was silent for a long time, then gritted her teeth and replied: "This hall does not go out of the palace, how would I know where Master is, besides, the Hall of Mental Cultivation is far away from here."

Shen Zhongxuan turned his head and blinked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Don't you wish me well?"

Chu Wanzhen said in a muffled voice, "I wish you a smooth journey to the guillotine."

"If you help me lure Shi Lian away, I can credit you."

Chu Wanzhen clenched her fists resentfully, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not interested." Then she paused, like a child who has nowhere to vent her temper, rolled her eyes angrily, but walked slowly to the window , knocking on the wooden window lattice, Shi Lian appeared by the window silently, Chu Wanzhen said, "Shi Lian, I'm hungry."

Shi Lian: "..." But he has always been very patient with Chu Wanzhen, and said with a smile, "Whatever your Highness wants to eat, just tell the servants to go to the imperial dining room. It is not appropriate for the young monk to show up at this time."

Chu Wanzhen smacked her lips and complained, "You also think this excuse of this hall is false?"

"...Little Monk believes in you."

Chu Wanzhen waved her hands dejectedly, and sighed: "Okay, I don't even know how to lie, so you can just laugh at me."

Shi Lian looked at her quietly, but heard Chu Wanzhen ask: "Shi Lian, what happened to Chong Xuan?"

Shi Lian bowed and asked with a smile, "Is this also to delay Shen Shaoxia?"

As he said, Shen Zhongxuan had already sneaked all the way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation at this time.

"Half and half." Chu Wanzhen lazily leaned against the window, "...he is gentler than before."

Shi Lian shook her head and said, "Your Highness, it's time for the monk to catch him and bring him back."

"Shi Lian," Chu Wanzhen said, "I'm afraid of his death, I'm afraid that Master will be sad, I'm afraid that in the end things will change, and I'm afraid that the three of us will become strangers."

Shi Lian remained silent, raised her eyes and looked at her, and then heard Chu Wanzhen ask: "I think so, am I right?"

"Your Highness, it is wrong for the monk to bring him into the palace tonight and talk to you here at this time."

Chu Wanzhen chuckled, nodded and said, "But you still did it."

Shi Lian hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Your Highness, there are guards guarding the Hall of Mental Cultivation all the time, so it is impossible for him to succeed."

"My hall guessed it. That's his problem," Chu Wanzhen smiled brightly, went out through the window, and landed firmly on the ground, "but you have to stay here."

She held a long sword in her hand, with a flash of silver light, the long sword stabbed straight like a meteor falling to the ground, Shi Lian turned around to avoid it, and saluted, "What is the meaning of this, Your Highness?"

Chu Wan was really wielding a sword, and she didn't even look at the attendant who came over after hearing the sound.

"—Zen Master, please enlighten me."

Shen Chongxuan traveled all the way with the stars, and the cold night wind hit his face. He silently carried the route that Chu Wanzhen said, and rushed between the almost identical palace walls. After a few patrols by the imperial army, fortunately Chu Wanzhen was favored, the sleeping hall was not far from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Shen Chongxuan didn't know how many forks he had taken, but he finally caught a glimpse of the "Hall of Mental Cultivation" before he was exhausted Three big characters.

Indeed, as Chu Wanzhen said, this place is completely opposite to other palaces with loose guards. There are seven or eight guards guarding the outside of the garden alone. It is obvious that someone is imprisoned in it.

The palace in the middle of the night was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, Shen Zhongxuan walked on tiptoe all the way, always suspicious that he heard the soft sound of lanterns falling to the ground in the palace.

The footsteps of the imperial guards came and went, Shen Shenxuan waited at the back of the hall holding his breath, forcing himself to calm down.

In fact, it was rare for him to be as helpless as he was at this time. Meng Xing loved him so much that he never let him go down the mountain alone.Although he has already excelled in martial arts, he can tell from a fight with Song Zhubo that he is inexperienced. If he faces this group of imperial guards, it will probably be difficult for him to retreat unscathed.

If you retreat, you will lose all your previous efforts, and if you advance, you will not be able to protect yourself.

Shen Zhongxuan didn't even think about it, he jumped up to the wooden beams of the cornices outside the hall, and escaped silently into the night.

Meng Xing and the flickering lights by the window looked at each other for a long time, and finally decided to get up and cut the candles himself.

If in the past, he would not need to do such things as cutting candles, I would have Shen Zhongxuan to serve him thoughtfully and properly, but this is not what it used to be, he is now a prisoner of his cousin, and all the servants left behind With big shoulders and a round waist, Meng Xing boasted that a weak Liu Fufeng was invincible by force, and he never dared to bother his elder brothers, so he did it himself for several days.

The little monk who was waiting on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to say: "Meng Daoist, are you still not resting?"

Meng Xing glanced at him, walked back to the original place, and replied coquettishly: "Poverty Tao is born like this, sad for spring and autumn, sentimental, and once he sees the moonlight, he has no mood to sleep."

The little monk was silent for a while, and another monk took over: "Amitabha, Taoist priest, you slept too much during the day."

This man has the title of a world-renowned hero, but he has learned to bow his head to be a man since the first day he stayed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. When he saw the Futumen, he said "young hero, Zen master, and senior." He is a little beauty who was forced into the palace by Emperor Wu Sheng, and even the disciples of Futu couldn't help muttering in their hearts.

What's the use of the emperor keeping this man?

All of them are the elite of Futu. They thought that Master Meng Xing would fight with them as soon as he came from a famous family. Unexpectedly, the fifty Imperial Guards were on standby at all times, and ten members of Futu's sect took turns to serve him personally. Zhu'er, who is feared by others, still learns to hide his strength and bide his time, hiding by day and coming out at night.

Suspected of being bewildered by beauty, Emperor Wu Sheng sneered when he heard the news, and said, "He wants to escape at night and keep an eye on him."

Meng Xing brushed back his temple hair with a smile, revealing his troubled face, and said in a low voice, "You guys rest when you're tired, don't worry about poverty."

The little monk asked, "Are you sure you won't run away?"

Meng Xing smiled and remained silent.

Another young monk sneered: "Then how dare we sleep."

Meng Xing shook his head and sighed, "Eminent Monk Mingjian, there is no need to be so worried. The poor Taoist has no possessions, where can he go after leaving the palace? The poor Taoist has already thought about it, and the next time His Majesty comes, the poor Taoist will agree Follow him... In fact, although Pindao is practicing swordsmanship, he has been yearning for the life of the past few days. His Majesty is young, beautiful, and rich. I have an idea, I am a poor man with little literacy, if His Majesty wants to grant the title of the poor man, which one should the poor man choose?"

The two young monks looked at each other, and the milder one subconsciously said, "The title is your majesty's decision, so don't bother you."

Meng Xing said: "No, it's not. It's my duty as a courtier to share His Majesty's worries. How can there be any reason to cause His Majesty trouble?"

"You are far-sighted." Another young monk, who can think more divergently than him, immediately stared at him, "You will be penniless? I heard that your big apprentice is the richest man in Yangchuan—"

"Him? The richest man in Yangchuan?" Meng Xing sighed sadly, covering his face and wanting to cry, "Big disciple, he is indeed a good person, but he is stingy."

The two young monks were taken aback for a moment, and hurried forward, gossiping: "What do you mean? Didn't he set up your business?"

Meng Xing raised his eyes sadly, he was indeed beautiful, his peach eyes rolled away with anger and resentment, then he turned his head pretendingly, and said in a low voice: "He is really stingy, he came to see the poor, I’m not even willing to prepare a big sedan chair.”

The little monk didn't have time to react, he was knocked unconscious by Shen Zhongxuan who didn't know when he appeared one by one with a knife in his hand.

Meng Xing rolled his sleeves and clicked tut a few times, then lifted his eyelids to glance at Chong Xuan, and said calmly, "Mr. Shen, long time no see."

Zhong Xuan carefully closed the window, and said, "What should I do if I'm wearing such thin clothes and get cold?"

"You won't die from illness, so don't bother you, Mr. Shen." Meng Xing sat back on the couch and didn't look at him anymore.

Zhong Xuan asked with a smile, "How did Ah Xing know I'm here?"

Meng Xing sneered: "Who knows? I'm sitting in the heat and I want to get some wind, so I opened the window by the way. Who knew that this forbidden palace is so heavily guarded that a little mouse like you, the richest man in Yangchuan, could be missed."

Seeing him alive and kicking, Zhong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that the haze of the past few days had dissipated, and all the pretended calm disappeared at this moment, and the long-lost peace of mind left him speechless.

Meng Xing waited for a while, but when he didn't respond, he asked impatiently, "Are you going?"

"what?"

"How many people did you bring here? Don't have too many people, don't let people think you are rebellious." Meng Xing picked up the coat at the side, put it on hastily, and said, "Bring Wan Zhen too, I heard that Bei There is a lot of trouble over there, all those old fellows in the court who are afraid of getting into trouble are counting on a peace negotiation, I am, a peace negotiation? They just want to sell the princess, and the Dawan Dynasty can't afford to support a Princess Shunning?"

Chong Chongxuan hurriedly chased after him to help him straighten his hairpin and straighten his clothes, and Meng Xing let him play with it naturally, and after Chong Chong Xuan finished all this, he stepped back cautiously, and then said: "Ah Xing, I came alone. "

Meng Xing: "..."

Meng Xing calmly asked, "Are you Young Master Shen or the Second Highness?"

This kind of stupid thing of going deep alone is actually the idea of ​​his always safe apprentice?

Shen Zhongxuan said: "His Royal Highness Junior Sister is still counting on you to marry her, please ask the emperor to let you go."

Meng Xing: "..." He closed his eyes and said sincerely, "Yuan Yuan, you are the smartest."

His current isolation and helplessness are all his own faults, and he does not blame heaven or others.

Shen Zhongxuan looked at his ever-changing expression, couldn't help laughing, but calmed down: "Shi Lian is held back by His Royal Highness Junior Sister, we can break through directly, as long as Shi Lian is not around, you must be fine if you want to go out."

Meng Xing was worried: "What about Lin'er? He has improved so much in the past few years, I'm not sure I can beat him."

Shen Zhongxuan froze, and said in a low voice, "He probably won't be able to take care of this side for the time being."

Meng Xing was startled, and was about to ask, when he heard a sneer from outside the hall, and the wobbly lights came from outside one after another.

Someone pushed open the door of the hall, followed by a row of imperial guards, filed in, and soon surrounded the entire side hall.

Meng Xing subconsciously stretched out his arms to stop Shen Shenxuan behind him, only to see the young man walking out of the forbidden army with red eyes, a haggard face, wearing solemn mourning clothes, and no smile on his face.

Meng Xing stared blankly at the changes in front of him, and was about to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but Shen Zhongxuan shielded him behind him with his backhand, and confronted Feng Lin silently with the same cold brows.

Feng Lin's face was haggard, even her voice was slightly hoarse, her dark eyes locked on Shen Zhongxuan: "... Chongxuan, you still came here."

"Yes." Zhong Xuan watched him silently and said, "I'll take Master home."

"—home?" Feng Lin shook her head, raised her lips ironically, and said indifferently, "Chongqing Xuan, do you have a home?"

The author has something to say: I can't insert the scene written in the copywriting...A Xing is too soft-hearted, and the two reunited just in time for Yuan Yuan's life experience to be revealed. The pot where the logic went wrong.

I really like that scene.well.

I sincerely apologize here, the copywriting scene was planned, but it was supposed to appear in the farewell night in Yundu... It was not inserted at the time, if I have time to revise the text later, I will write it again Let's fix the Cloud City part.

If nothing goes wrong, it should be finished in early May.Currently planning to write a side story about the twins of Linlang, Seventh Brother and Yanhan's Mummy, and Ninth Sister's teenagers and later stages.It may not be finished, because except for the protagonist, almost every character’s story cannot be fully explained in the text, so it’s better not to write a side story, and everyone will brainstorm (?)