The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

At the beginning of the month, good luck.

The ministers received a post from the palace, asking them to bring young talents at home to the banquet.

There was someone who was not afraid of death and wanted to hug His Majesty's thigh. After hearing the news, he asked his family to make new clothes for Lang Jun, and strived to win His Majesty's favor in one fell swoop.

Zuo Qian is the direct son of the right minister, and the younger brother of Mrs. Wang Ji. After hearing the news, he became interested. Regardless of his parents' obstruction, he secretly took the invitation and followed others into the palace.

When Prime Minister Right got the news, the banquet had already started, so he had to secretly send someone to inform the imperial concubine, asking her to take good care of Zuo Qian and not to be seen by His Majesty.

Madam Wang Ji gritted her teeth and threw away the secret letter fiercely, so angry that her face was ferocious.

The father really favored his son-in-law as always. Could it be that she, a daughter-in-law, deserved to be sent to the palace and bear the punishment of their generation!

Thinking of her much-loved brother, Wang Ji's eyes were no longer innocent, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Since His Majesty loves men, Zuo Qian is a good pawn.

the other side.

Zuo Qian entered the palace for the first time, and he didn't know where he went with the post.

The bamboo grove in front of my eyes is elegant, and there is a melancholy sound floating in the air, which makes people feel calm.

Zuo Qian twitched the corners of his mouth, arrogantly stepped on the bamboo leaves and stood on the wall. When he saw the young man in white playing the piano in the courtyard, surprise flashed in his eyes.

When Wen Nu heard the movement, he casually raised his eyes, which made the people on the wall stunned.

The young man in white has a pair of excellent facial features, bright eyes that are gazing, and the right to support, like the compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the nine heavens, uncontaminated by the world.

Zuo Qian's heart was moved in an instant, and he stood on the wall blankly, with that figure reflected in his eyes.

The breeze was blowing, and the long clothes of the young man in white fluttered, playing the long piano with his slender fingers. This scene was engraved in Zuo Qian's mind for a long time, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

The noise woke up the people on the wall, Zuo Qian took a deep look at the young man in white in the courtyard, and reluctantly jumped off the wall to leave here.

Wen Nu smiled warmly. I don't know how many people climbed this wall. Seeing a figure approaching not far away, he hurriedly put away his long piano and went up to it.

"Fairy Long 1

Gu Yu walked over while smiling, with genuine joy in his eyes, as if he saw the most important person.

"What's up, Your Majesty! Are you here?" Wen Nu finished speaking, and the king in front of him grabbed his wrist. Even through the clothes, the temperature was still scorching hot.

Gu Yu led the Fallen God by the wrist to the small pavilion, and the two of them sat down one by one, then waved to the eunuch behind them: "Today's palace banquet, I'll take the immortal with me."

Thinking of something, Gu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of panic: "I don't know if the ministers will be embarrassed again..."

Wen Nu, who wanted to refuse, frowned slightly, didn't he say that the emperor in the world is above ten thousand people?Why is Your Majesty so panicked in the face of the embarrassment of the minister?

Thinking of the assassinations a few days ago, anger inevitably rose in his heart, and his face turned slightly cold.

"Okay, Pindao hasn't attended a banquet yet, so I want to see it today."

Bending his eyes, with a gentle smile on his lips, he took the new clothes from the eunuch and took them to the bedroom to change.

The corners of the tyrant's lips curled up, mocking the Fallen Angel's innocence and deceit.

Playing with the bloodstone earrings on the earlobe, patiently waiting for the fallen angel to come out.

The new clothes are Tencel, which is more precious than shark yarn, and the color of water is the same as that of a lantern. Wearing it on the Fallen Angel's body, it is stunning and gorgeous.

Gu Yu's pupils trembled slightly, and the sarcasm in his eyes faded away, he was stunned for a moment, and soon came forward with a smile and praised: "Well, the Immortal Elder looks very good in this new dress, just like, just like the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saved the world in the temple. "

Wen Nu's ears were rosy, and he smiled slightly when he heard the words: "Your Majesty is also very good-looking today, and he has the aura of the king of a country."

The two praised each other and stepped into the hall. There were already many ministers seated on the banquet on both sides, and beside the ministers were their well-dressed dogs.

The two went in together, and the noisy hall fell silent instantly. The ministers looked at each other, and no one thought that the Fallen Angel would appear at the banquet.

But they didn't dare to say anything, after all, the shadow of His Majesty's beheading on the spot was still engraved in their minds.

"Your Majesty, Longevity and Boundless 1 Those who attended the banquet knelt on the ground one after another.

Zuo Qian had long been secretly hiding in the corner of the banquet, kneeling on the ground with both legs, straightening his neck and looking towards the center of the hall.

Seeing the person who played the piano just now beside His Majesty, joy flashed in his eyes.

He thought he would never see this person again!I didn't expect to see him at the banquet!

Thinking of that glance today, my heart is beating with joy, and my eyes are gradually filled with the inevitable.

His father is Gu Chaoyou, and his elder sister is a noble concubine in the palace. Zuo Qian is naturally more powerful than the others, so he changed places with the person in the front row, and stared at that figure with burning eyes.

Sensing the fiery gaze, Wen Nu followed his gaze and saw a familiar face, with the corners of his lips slightly raised to smile at him.

Zuo Qian froze on the spot, deep in that smile, he didn't even see his father's eyes, or he ignored it on purpose.

Gu Yu swept it sharply, and saw that it was Zuo Qian, the son of the Prime Minister, interest flashed in his eyes.

Thinking of his own plan, he covered his lips and coughed lightly, holding the Fallen Angel's wrist vainly, and bent his neck to get close to the person beside him: "How many disciples will the Immortal Elder choose from?"

disciple?

Wen Nu raised his eyes to look at the king in doubt. He has been single since he became a fairy, and he never thought of taking disciples, and he would not take disciples either.

The red lips parted slightly, remembering that His Majesty was always in danger, but in the end he couldn't refuse.Accept disciples to teach them well, and it will be good to use them to protect His Majesty in the future.

"Okay, then I will trouble Your Majesty."

Gu Yu's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded vigorously with a smile: "Why bother to explain, as long as the immortal chief is happy, Gu will be happy."

Wen Nu couldn't help laughing, he knew more about His Majesty, he was easy to be happy and helpful.

The plan went smoothly, and Gu Yu looked at the Fallen Angel's wrist in a good mood, and saw that there was still some swelling there, so he rarely said sincerely: "The fairy elder's wrist is not healed yet, so I'll let the solitary do the tea and water today. "

The tyrant kept his promise, and from time to time at the banquet, he served tea and water to the fallen angel next to him, or cloth vegetables.The group of ministers below were stunned, as if entering a hallucination.But no one dared to talk too much, for fear of offending the faint king and losing their lives in a fit of rage.

"His Majesty."

The tyrant, who was pouring tea for the Fallen Angel, heard the voice in his ear, and looked over subconsciously, with the indifference and coldness hidden in his eyes that was too late to dissipate.

"Be careful with your hair." Wen Nu bent his eyes, Wen Wen smiled and carefully put his long hair scattered on his chest behind him.

The wide long sleeves inadvertently teased the tip of the tyrant's ear, itching, and even the dark and damp heart became numb and warm.

Gu Yu frowned quickly, fearing that the Fallen Angel would see something, and nodded his thanks in a gentle manner, neither arrogant nor humble, as if the tickling in his heart was an illusion: "Thank you, Immortal Elder."

Wen Nu's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and his voice is clear and lingling, with a faint warmth: "Your Majesty, there is no need to thank you."

Gu Yu rubbed his ears and realized what he had done when he touched his warm skin. He frowned slightly, his eyes flashed a cold light, he turned his head away pretending to be calm, coughed twice and said to everyone in the hall.

"Gu discussed with the elder, and decided to select a few people with immortal fate from among you, and accept them as disciples under the elder's seat."

Wen Nu was afraid that those ministers would bully His Majesty, so he slowly smoothed the corners of his upturned lips, pursed his lips with a cold face, and looked down on the mortal courtiers from above.

"What Your Majesty said is also the meaning of the poor." He waved his sleeves, got up, walked around the table and walked down the hall.

The water-colored clothes fluttered slightly in the air, and the round and soft deer eyes glanced down casually, and the red mark on his forehead added a touch of indifference to him.

Seeing that he was about to walk towards the person opposite, Zuo Qian stood up abruptly and bowed to him: "Immortal, I wish to worship under the sect of the immortal!"

"If a subject is destined to be a fairy, he must practice hard and live up to the painstaking efforts of the fairy 1

Wen Nu turned his head on tiptoe, and looked at the source of the sound. It was the boy who climbed the wall.

Looking up and down, this person has a good foundation. If he embarks on the road of cultivation, he will definitely do something.

Zuo Qian was so nervous being watched by the immortal, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch the immortal's eyes.

The corners of Wen Nu's lips were raised slightly, and the indifference that had just been erected disappeared without a trace in an instant, and his voice was gentle: "In this case, you will practice together with Pindao from now on. Pindao's word is Qingya, and the fairy world is called Qingya Immortal Venerable. As a disciple, you should directly address yourself as Master."

Ignoring his father's complicated and desperate expression, Zuo Qian was ecstatic: "Master 1

Wen Nu chuckled, nodded and turned back to His Majesty.

Gu Yu watched a good show and was in a good mood. Seeing that the prime minister's facial features were ferocious, he gloated and laughed silently.

It's really interesting, I don't know what the right minister's expression was when he found out that the son-in-law was pregnant with the son of the fallen angel, but it should be very interesting to think about it.

Facing the Fallen Angel, the tyrant had a slightly better attitude, serving tea and water for him with a smile, with a touch of sincerity: "Immortal Elder, moisten your throat quickly."

Wen Nu took it from his hand, and took a sip from his lips.

Gu Yu rubbed the back of his touched hand with his fingers, and wiped off the heat from it, his eyes returned to indifference.

After the banquet, Zuo Qian directly followed the Fallen Angel back to the North Palace, and the Right Prime Minister passed out immediately after leaving the palace, and there was another chaos.

Mrs. Wang Ji froze in place after hearing the news, she didn't understand why the result was different from what she thought, she originally wanted to match the Fallen Angel and Zuo Qian together, but Zuo Qian became the disciple of the Fallen Angel in the end!

Many things happened that night, but none of them had anything to do with Gu Yu, he was in a good mood.

Since the fallen angel chose Zuo Qian, then the vessel of the fallen angel's son is Zuo Qian.

In the dim Taiji Palace, the tyrant sat on the dragon chair, with a weird smile on his lips, watching the eunuch Anwei trembling with fear.

"Very good, secretly put Dezi Wan in Zuo Qian's meal."

"I'll give you half a month to get him to conceive the fallen angel's son."

"Any way."

Gu Yu slammed the medicine box shut, his heart ached because of the last sentence, the pain came and went quickly, but the residual sense of panic was still there.

Covering his heart, his brows were tightly frowned, and his good mood was instantly replaced by violence and irritability.