The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

I thought that this mood would disappear the next day, but I didn't expect it to last for a long time, until at night I dreamed a different dream than before.

In the dream, everything around was filled with thick fog. He stood in front of the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion, watching the two people in red clothes worship and get married, and watched a familiar yet unfamiliar figure robbing the marriage.

My heart hurts so bad it's about to explode.

The tyrant who fell into a dream had tears running down the corner of his eyes, and he tightly covered his heart with his hands.

Until he woke up, this emotion still affected him.

Gu Yu reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking at the water marks on his fingertips, his eyes were deep.

Thinking of the person whom he robbed in the dream, he frowned severely.

Married to the national teacher, and was robbed by him, who is that person?

Or is it all his imagination?

"Your Majesty is awake? Do you want to deliver the meal?" Zhang Quan'an heard the movement, and asked behind the screen carefully.

His thoughts were interrupted, his face was gloomy for a moment, he kicked the screen irritably and violently, and said angrily: "Get out, who let you in 1

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Quan'an's forehead, and he hurriedly withdrew.Standing under the sun, the body shivered with cold.Although His Majesty is often capricious, he still has lingering fears, because he doesn't know when the corpse will be separated.

In the hall, the tyrant sat in the dark wearing his coat, forcing himself not to pay attention to the dream last night.

"Tell me how the plan is going."

The dark guard appeared in front of the tyrant, knelt on the ground on one knee, and clasped his fists with both hands: "Report to master, Zuo Qian has already taken the Deziwan, and the subordinates have sent people to find the medicine for sex."

The tyrant squinted his eyes, and hummed coldly: "How is the Fallen Angel now, the God-killing incense makes people increase the dose."

The dark guard nodded: "Yes, the Fallen Angel has been teaching Zuo Qian since yesterday, without any other actions."

"Really?" Gu Yu played with the long hair on his chest, and a fallen angel's bright and gentle smile flashed in front of his eyes. He felt that Zuo Qian was an eyesore, and said eccentrically, "I have to see what kind of teaching method, it takes the whole night."

The tyrant's tone was mixed with jealousy that he didn't know, but as an outsider, the dark guard saw it clearly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Watching His Majesty enter the hall to change clothes, the dark guard quickly came to the eunuch Zhang Quan'an, took out a handkerchief from his collar and threw it into his arms, leaving a sentence and ran away: "Your Majesty's mood has recovered."

Zhang Quan'an stared blankly at the direction where the hidden guard disappeared, held the handkerchief in front of his eyes and looked at it again and again, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he quickly hid it in his sleeve, and bowed his head respectfully: "Your Majesty."

"Follow Gu to the North Palace." Gu Yu walked in front, wearing exquisite and luxurious palace clothes, also red and black, but this dress was more complicated.

The long hair that usually hangs lazily behind her back is tied high and fixed by a hair crown, and the blood stone earrings are transparent and shiny in the sun.

Seeing His Majesty's attire, Zhang Quan'an's eyes flashed with fright.Is Your Majesty mad?Why did you tie up your long hair all of a sudden?And put on new clothes?

Following closely behind His Majesty, a group of people came to the North Palace, and from a distance, they saw the Immortal Master and yesterday's newly selected disciple Zuo Qian meditating in the courtyard.

Wen Nu sat cross-legged under the tree, his red lips parted and closed, talking about the basic principles of cultivation, and beside him was his newly recruited disciple.

As Zuo Qian listened, he gradually lost his mind, and his eyes slowly stared at the master's red lips, fascinated.

"Do you understand?" Wen Nu turned his head to look at the new disciple, his eyes were as gentle as water, which was gentle to the juniors.

Zuo Qian came back to his senses abruptly, blushing and nodded vigorously: "Master, this disciple understands."

"Then try to meditate." Wen Nu was a little pleasantly surprised. The disciple he accepted was very enlightened. He stood up and stood in front of him, holding a bamboo fan in his hand and tapping on his shoulder: "Drop your arms naturally, relax your body so that The consciousness is scattered in nature, close your eyes and try to feel the spiritual power in the air."

Zuo Qian focused all his attention on his shoulders, the ground touched by the immortal just now was numb, as if there were little bugs crawling around on it.

What he saw when he closed his eyes was not the spiritual power in the mouth of the immortal, but the red lips that he had been staring at just now, constantly tempting him.

Wen Nu was keenly aware of the turmoil of spiritual power, and held the bamboo fan to wake up the new disciple vigorously, with a stern voice: "Concentrate, pay attention to the surrounding spiritual power, and see what color they are mostly 1

The red lips disappeared, Zuo Qian regained his clarity, and looked around intently, all kinds of spiritual power scattered around in the darkness, most of which were blue.

His eyes were burned by spiritual power, and he couldn't help opening them from the darkness, panting heavily with his mouth open: "Immortal Venerable, yes, it's blue."

Wen Nu's brows relaxed, and the seriousness on his face became gentle.

"The lighter the color, the more affinity the spiritual power has for you."

"From now on, I will meditate and practice with my deity every day."

Zuo Qian's eyes glowed, he got up from the ground and clasped his fists at the Immortal Venerable: "Yes, Master 1

"Xianchang."

Gu Yu stared coldly outside the door for a long time, his expressionless face made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Seeing the two of them going back to the dormitory together, he was so angry that he led the eunuch in and interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

Wen Nu raised the corners of his lips subconsciously, his deer eyes curved into crescent moons, his smile was bright and sunny, and he walked towards Gu Yu: "Your Majesty 1

Gu Yu put on a fake smile mask and nodded with a gentle smile: "What are you doing here?"

Casually walking past the Fallen Angel, the cold incense instantly covered the scent of others.

The tyrant's lips twitched slightly when he couldn't smell the strange smell, and he looked dangerously at Zuo Qian with his eyes behind the fallen angel's back.

"The son of the right minister's family is as talented as the noble concubine."

Zuo Qian knelt down on one knee and said with a smile: "I have seen Your Majesty, and His Majesty praised you. Your Majesty is a good-looking talent, admirable and admirable."

"Really?" The tyrant's tone was unclear, and he cast a contemptuous glance at the young man who was kneeling on the ground, and didn't tell him to get up, but turned around and talked to the Fallen Angel, showing off his new clothes from time to time.

After a long time, Wen Nu couldn't help chuckling, the tyrant's ears were red, and he looked away awkwardly.

Wen Nu shook the bamboo fan amusedly, coughed twice to relieve his embarrassment: "Your Majesty's new clothes today are very nice, and it makes His Majesty even more majestic and chic."

Gu Yu's cheeks turned a thin blush, his eyelashes trembled and he blinked shyly, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and he said embarrassingly: "The fairy is also very good-looking, better than anyone I have ever met..."

Being so straightforward, Wen Nu also blushed, and spread out the bamboo fan to cover his face, pretending to be a little hot and slightly fanning the wind, only showing a pair of affectionate eyes.

"Uh... yes, is it..."

The atmosphere between the two gradually became strange, but luckily the eunuch interrupted in time.

Wu Naike bent over and hurried over, seeing His Majesty next to the immortal master, knelt down in awe: "I have seen Your Majesty."

Then he turned to the immortal master and said, "Master immortal, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat?"

The heat dissipated from his face, Wen Nu closed the bamboo fan, and asked the tyrant: "Can Your Majesty have something to eat?"

Zhang Quan'an quickly replied with sharp eyesight: "Your Majesty has not had time to have breakfast in order to see the immortal master early."

Wen Nu looked at Gu Yu in surprise, the tyrant turned red when he saw him, and secretly glared at the talkative eunuch.

Wen Nu saw clearly what he thought was a secret little move, with a smile in his eyes.

But how did he know that the tyrant deliberately let him see it.

"Since that's the case, why don't Your Majesty have dinner with us?" Wen Nu looked at him expectantly after realizing His Majesty's arrogant temperament.

Gu Yu nodded awkwardly: "Okay."

With His Majesty's consent, Wen Nu asked Wu Naike to serve the dishes, and the three of them sat together in the dining room, with Qian on the left and the tyrant on the left.

The breakfast was served quickly, Gu Yu moved his fingers, and was about to serve soup for the Fallen God, but was interrupted by Zuo Qian who got up suddenly, squinting to see him serving tea, water and vegetables for the Fallen God, it was useless .

Ah.

With a silent sneer, the tyrant's face was ugly, his eyes were dark and violent, and he clenched his hand under the table, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Suddenly felt that Zuo Qian was an eyesore.

"Xianchang."

After the words fell, Gu Yu frowned slightly, and he actually made a sound unconsciously?Facing the fallen angel's puzzled eyes, he reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "I want to eat that pumpkin pie, can the immortal head help Gu get a piece?"

"Okay, wait a moment, Your Majesty." Wen Nu bent his eyes, picked up a piece of pumpkin pie from the jade plate with his chopsticks, and put it in his bowl thoughtfully: "Your Majesty, be careful not to burn it."

The tyrant nodded, and carefully took a bite of the golden and crispy pumpkin pie.

Seeing this, Zuo Qian lowered his eyelids, and the corners of his lips curled down secretly.Soothing her depressed mood, she raised her face and acted like a spoiled child to the master: "Master, I also want to eat the pumpkin pie you made."

Wen Nu has a gentle personality, and he didn't refuse his disciple's coquettish behavior. He also put a piece of pumpkin pie in the bowl for him.

The tyrant with puffy cheeks slowly stopped chewing, his eyes gradually darkened and dangerous, he glanced at Zuo Qian contemptuously, and handed the half-eaten pumpkin pie to the Fallen Angel, stretched out his hand and tugged on the Fallen Angel's sleeve: "I'm alone The pumpkin pie is delicious, would you like to try it?"

Wen Nu glanced at the pumpkin pie on his lips, then at His Majesty who was looking forward to it, opened his mouth and bit it lightly, half of the pumpkin pie was missing.

"Your Majesty is right. The pumpkin pie is delicious. Let's eat this for breakfast tomorrow."

"Okay, then tomorrow I'll come alone to have dinner with the Immortal." Gu Yu smiled and finished the remaining pumpkin pie contentedly, chewing with puffed cheeks and squinting.

Seeing His Majesty's lazy appearance from the corner of the eye, the corners of Wen Nu's mouth curled up slightly, and the sweet fragrance of pumpkin pie filled his mouth.

Zuo Qian gritted his teeth and bit the food in the bowl, the tyrant is really putting on a show, if the master sees the tyrant's true face, I don't know if he will be so kind to the tyrant!

But the tyrant is cruel, even if he is the son of the right minister, he will not let the tyrant show mercy!

But just looking at the tyrant and the immortal...

Do not!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Zuo Qian put down the bowl and chopsticks, smiled and took a piece of pumpkin pie for Master: "Master, I'll give you the last piece."

"Okay." Wen Nu pursed his lips and nodded, took a bite and put it down.

Gu Yu squinted arrogantly at Zuo Qian, with a sneer hanging from the corner of his lips.

Compared with him?hehe.

The tyrant was in a good mood, and served a bowl of purple porridge for the Fallen God with his own hands, and said in a warm voice, "Elder Immortal, be careful not to burn it."

Zuo Qian lowered his head, without any expression on his face.Seeing the clothes on his body, he twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing the embroidered pattern on the wide sleeves, pretending to be innocent and asking: "Master, is this clothes really given to the disciple?"

The tyrant's face darkened instantly, and he looked deeply at Zuo Qian's clothes.