Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Fu Liang pretended to be poisoned for several days in a row. Wang Run, on the grounds that he survived thanks to his profound cultivation, entered the palace angrily and begged Wang Yang to seek justice for Fu Liang.

The uncle and nephew broke up many times, but Wang Yang refused to admit his mistake, and Wang Run chased after him.

And taking advantage of the opportunity of repeatedly entering the palace to entangle, Wang Run really did as Ji Jiu said, secretly searching for the secrets of the palace, and he really let him hear a huge palace secret—the emperor Wang Yang is not The blood of the first emperor.

With excitement, he approached Fu Liang Jijiu to discuss countermeasures. It was already late when he arrived at the small courtyard. Wang Run repeated his old tricks and disturbed the sleepless hearing and vision of the nearby eyeliner.

Fu Liang suggested that he look for evidence first, and then make up nursery rhymes and publicize them in Yancheng and even Haiguo after finding the evidence. Don't rush for quick success.

Wang Run was a little troubled. The four sheepskin lamps on the beam cast half-shadows on his face that kept moving, a bit like Xu Niang's half-face makeup. He shrugged and said, "Mr. ?”

Fu Liang had been lying on the bed for a long time, feeling uncomfortable all over. Anyway, no one would see him at the moment, so he got out of bed and stretched his muscles and bones. He was wearing pure white obscene clothes, moving his shoulders, arms and thin waist leisurely, looking like he had been sitting for a long time. Ji Jiu in the wheelchair is full of envy.

"Didn't Pindao ask you to build a good relationship with He Gong, the general stationed at the border, when you attacked the Great Moon Kingdom?"

Fu Liang raised his head and twisted his slender neck, clenched his fist with his right hand and beat his back repeatedly.

"Of course the Marquis listened to your suggestion, but his defense of the frontier is completely contrary to the plan of the Marquis." Wang Run was both aggrieved and irritable.

"Did Hou Ye forget that General Zhang and He Gong in the Yancheng camp are cousins?" Fu Liang reminded.

Wang Run revealed a little bit, and his smile looked strange under the unclear light: "Thank you Fu Guoshi for the reminder, this Marquis knows what to do."

"Also..." Fu Liang looked at him worriedly, pursed his lips and said, "How is the matter of winning over the court ministers going?"

"You don't have to worry about this, it's completely according to your request, and it's a bit hard. I don't even bother to touch it, and I'm even worried that they'll treat Wang Yang as a spy, and they will turn back when things come to an end." Wang Run said with confidence.

Fu Liang nodded, Wang Yang didn't want to see him, and Wang Run was his best pawn, which could allow him to strategize with his fingers.

At about the same time, Wang Run had just left the small courtyard with his front feet, when a large number of guards in brocade clothes and more than a dozen monks who protected the Dharma poured into the small courtyard with his back feet, and they acted violently, throwing Fu Liang and Ji Jiu from the bed He picked it up and pushed it into the carriage, and escorted him to the prison without stopping.

Fu Liang didn't struggle or resist the whole time, and the two were obediently put into the stinky cell.

"Why didn't you resist?"

They stayed in the cell for less than a cup of tea, and the emperor Wang Yang who had made Fu Liang "think about it day and night" finally came to him.

Wang Yang was about the same age as Yue Wei, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was dressed in a red sandalwood brocade robe, and he questioned Fu Liang as soon as he opened his mouth.

There was a dry smile on his lips, and his voice was deep and hoarse.

"Why do you want to resist?" Fu Liang asked with a smile while enduring all kinds of mixed smells in the prison.

Ji Jiu closed his eyes and sat in the wheelchair intently, unwilling to be with this dirty environment as if he was alone in the world, every hair and every pore of his body was filled with rejection.

But for Fu Liang's plan, he endured it.

Wang Yang raised one corner of his lips, and lowered his eyes contemptuously: "The Immortal Elder is upright?"

Fu Liang replied straightforwardly: "That's natural."

"There is no soft cotton here, so the poison from the fairy will be enough?" Wang Yang raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose with a slight discomfort, his tone was tricky.

Fu Liang was still calm and relaxed: "Thanks to His Majesty, it's almost better."

Wang Yang saw his pretentiousness, so he stopped beating around the bush and asked bluntly: "My uncle, An Lehou, has been getting very close to the Immortal Elder in recent days. Are the two of you plotting some shady matter?"

"It's just a chat among friends. Pindao has a clear conscience. That's why he didn't resist at all when he was locked up in the middle of the night in Heibu Longdong. Pindao believes that His Majesty can see clearly."

Fu Liang raised his lips and smiled twice, and immediately coughed violently due to the stench.

Wang Yang's scrutinizing eyes kept falling on Fu Liang's face, but he was thinking about the quarrel with the queen mother in the evening. The queen mother was so excited that she slipped her words and repeated the truth that he was not the son of the former emperor...

Although no one else was present in the palace at that time, he still vaguely felt that someone was eavesdropping.

Anle Hou Wang Runxiu's base is not low, and the only one around him who can compete with him is the Taoist Priest, but the whereabouts of the Taoist Priest are now unknown.

Wang Yang always felt that the disappearance or even death of the ruthless Taoist priest had something to do with Fu Liang.

In addition, although Wang Run found Fu Liang only at night, he was still restless, especially when he didn't know the content of the chat between Wang Run and Fu Liang.

It was unavoidable that Ye Chang had many dreams, so he immediately ordered Fu Liang and Ji Jiu to be thrown into prison, but Fu Liang was still stubborn.

"If the Immortal Elder doesn't tell the truth, I'm afraid he won't be able to see Mr. Chang after dawn." Wang Yang then shifted his gaze to Ji Jiu.

Everyone thought he was a cripple who had lost all his cultivation base. Wang Yang's eyeliner had been planted by Ji Jiu on their eyebrows with "moving forget beans" as early as when Wang Yang's eyeliner was first arranged around the small courtyard. Because, even if they heard and saw it, they couldn't help but think that it was Fu Liang who did it.

Hearing that Wang Yang was planning on him, Ji Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him innocently.

Everyone in the world says that Wang Yang is a benevolent and virtuous king, so it shouldn't be true to torture him, right?

Ji Jiu struggled in his heart for a moment, silently waiting for Wang Yang's decision.

"Your Majesty, what Pindao said is all the truth. If you are really unfavorable to Chang Siqiu, Pindao can't make up anything you want to hear, but if Chang Siqiu has any troubles, Pindao will trouble you." Fu Liang said politely.

But there was a hint of threat in his tone.

Wang Yang knew that Fu Liang must be a threat, but he really had nothing to do with him. After thinking for a while, he ordered the jailer to change the two of them to a relatively clean and odor-free cell.

The newly changed cell was still dark and no one was allowed to communicate with outsiders. Eight Jindan monks set up the formation in advance and used the heavenly magic weapon Yu Linglong to suppress the cultivation of the people in the formation, so Wang Yang left in peace.

"How to do?"

Ji Jiu took out the gourd from his sleeve while asking. Fortunately, he brought the gourd with him. If the gourd was searched by Wang Yang's people, how many secrets would be revealed.

"Wait and see." Fu Liang walked beside him, sitting on the haystack and said leisurely.

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