[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

There is only one Zhao Ning, and it is useless to look like others.

There are many good-looking skins, but what can attract Zhan Zhao's heart is her tenacious temperament, which seems weak.

Zhan Zhao said: "Madam is Madam, Princess is Princess."

After Zhan Zhao said this, he was ready to soften the Red Hall.

In the Ruanhong Hall, there is his obedient and soft little Princess, waiting for him to go back.

Fang Hai prepared a meal according to Zhao Ning's preference, and brought each dish to Zhao Ning's room.

At noon, Zhao Ning and Pang Yu just talked and didn't eat much. After sleeping until night, they were really hungry.

Zhao Ning is very satisfied with the tender bamboo shoots, the white lotus root slices, and the thick ginseng soup.

After he was satisfied, he couldn't help but think of Zhan Zhao. Zhan Zhao would eat whatever dishes he made in Shanghai along the way. There was nothing he particularly liked, and there was nothing he didn't like, which made Zhao Ning a bit uncertain about his preferences.

Zhan Zhao is from the south, so he likes to eat southern dishes.

Zhao Ning thought of a few classic southern dishes, and asked Fang Hai to teach her how to make them after Chen Zhou's affairs were over, so she could make them for Zhan Zhao in the future.

Zhao Ning is quite sure about marrying Zhan Zhao. Her father, queen, mother and concubine dote on her very much, and she is the only daughter. As long as she marries happily, they should have no problems.

The Great Song Dynasty is no better than other dynasties. There is no need for princesses and princesses to make marriages. The royal relatives in Tokyo know that she is not in good health. she.

In this way, there should be no resistance for her to marry Zhan Zhao.

After she married Zhan Zhao, the palace would naturally be unavailable, and those maids could no longer use it.

For exquisite jewelry, beautiful clothes, and servants hugging each other, Zhao Ning thinks that they are all optional.

She can live a good life without being served by others. Although she is not particularly skilled at pulling her sideburns, she can barely look at them, and Zhan Zhao will not dislike her.

In the future, I will live with Zhan Zhao in Kaifeng government office, or buy a small yard in Tokyo City, and live a simple life for two people. Thinking about it, I feel very yearning.

I just don't know how much Zhan Zhao's monthly salary is and how long it will take to afford a small courtyard.

But even if she can't buy a small courtyard, she doesn't care, it's not bad to live with Zhan Zhao in the Kaifeng government office.In this way, I can see Zhan Zhao all the time, and I don't have to wait for him to come back at home every day.

Zhao Ning laughed, she was full of longing for the future where Zhan Zhao would live together, but she didn't know if Zhan Zhao was the same as her.

Zhao Ning couldn't help but think, if the body is good enough, they will have a lovely child, regardless of gender, she and Zhan Zhao are both so good-looking, the child is handsome no matter who they look like.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ning's face became slightly hot, and he complained in his heart that he was thinking too far.

Zhao Ning held his chin in his hands, and his palms were also slightly hot.

Fang Hai brought fruit and refreshments after the meal, and Zhao Ning's eyes fell on him.

Zhao Ning suddenly realized that Fang Hai was also good-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he was not as heroic as Zhan Zhao, he was still quite attractive. His eyes were black and white, revealing a sense of wit.

Zhao Ning tilted her head, why didn't she realize that Fang Hai was good-looking before?

Fang Hai felt hairy from being stared at by her, couldn't help touching his face, and asked, "Princess, is there something dirty on your face?"

Zhao Ning shook his head, feeling a little regretful: "You are very good-looking, it would be a pity to be a bodyguard by my side."

Fang Hai laughed: "The subordinates also think that they are pretty good-looking."

Zhao Ning's sudden compliment made him a little puzzled, but he was very happy to hear it. In this world, who doesn't want to look good.

For example, if Zhan Zhao was tall and thick, with a hulking back and stubble all over his face, would Emperor Zhao Zhen want to recruit him as a county horse the first time he saw him?

There are so many civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty, why did Zhao Zhen not expect Zhao Ning to have a husband's family when he saw them, but when he glanced at Zhan Zhao, he remembered that Zhao Ning had not yet left the cabinet?

It's not because he looks good!

Fang Hai thinks so.

Xu Fang Hai's cooking these days is really good for Zhao Ning, and Zhao Ning thinks he looks much better than usual.

The candle was flickering, and the incense was spewing out from the auspicious beast. Zhao Ning's eyes flickered, and when he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him became hazy, and it seemed that someone was singing a moving ballad in his ears.

The man in front of him was smiling and seemed to be talking about something, but Zhao Ning couldn't hear what he was saying.

The scene began to distort little by little, and the song in his ears was lingering and lingering, as if urging something in a low voice, Zhao Ning seemed to see Zhan Zhao walking towards her.

Zhao Ning closed his eyes.

She had lived two lifetimes, knew her body all too well, and had never felt this way.

Her body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, and she doesn't sweat easily. Now every part of her body is hot, and the curling incense is still penetrating into her body, making her lazy. And the illusory scene in front of her made her a little inexplicably irritated.

She didn't know what was wrong.

Zhao Ning thought he was going to die, but the pain was different from the pain before his death in the previous life.

When she was dying in her previous life, her whole body was in pain, and her vision was all gray, but at this moment, her whole body was soft, the scene was floating, and her whole body seemed to be in a cloud.

Zhao Ning looked at Fang Hai, she couldn't see his appearance clearly, and couldn't hear what he was saying, she just thought his straight body was very cute.

As soon as this thought came into his mind, Zhao Ning was taken aback by himself.

Zhao Ning broke out in a cold sweat.

No matter how unreasonable she was, she knew at that time that her physical condition was not right.

"get out!"

Zhao Ning said.

Fang Hai was stunned, and couldn't figure out why the princess, who had been kindly praising him for his good looks just now, changed his face.

Fang Hai said cautiously: "Princess, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhao Ning shook his head, trying not to let his eyes wander away from him.

"Get out." Zhao Ning said again.

Fang Hai scratched his head, although he was a little puzzled, he still listened to Zhao Ning's words and left the house.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the house, Zhao Ning heard the sound of Zhao Ning locking the door from the inside.

Fang Hai: "..."

The breeze blew and brought the faint sandalwood in Zhao Ning's room. Fang Hai lost his mind for a moment, and then he thought that it was the end of spring, and the weather was getting hotter. He just stood in Zhao Ning's room for a while, and then went out. covered in sweat.

Left and right Zhao Ning didn't need him to stand guard, so he might as well boil some hot water and take a bath to wash away the sticky discomfort on his body.

Back in the kitchen, the bowl of ginseng soup that Xinghua sent was still on the table, and he didn't even taste it.

Leaving it is also a hindrance, it is better to dump it.

The ginseng soup was slightly sweet and greasy. When Fang Hai came out of Zhao Ning's room, he brought some sandalwood from her room with him. The two flavors mixed together. Fang Hai's eyes darkened, and a certain part of his body began to move stand up.

The emerald and white jade bowl in Fang Hai's hand fell to the ground in an instant and smashed into pieces. In the light of the calcium carbide fire, Fang Hai wanted to understand the reason for Zhao Ning's sudden change of attitude just now.

He ran to Zhao Ning's room and slammed on the door: "Princess! Are you okay?!"

An eerie silence answered him.

But he didn't dare to break into the door hastily.

These three drugs are very domineering, the ghost knows what he will do after entering.

His old Fang's family only had him as a single seedling, and they expected him to pass on the incense. He didn't want to be castrated by the Eighth Prince and thrown into the palace as a eunuch after returning to Tokyo City.

Fang Hai patted on the door again, and stood in front of Zhao Ning's door. He almost couldn't control himself, took a deep breath, and ran outside without saying a word: "Princess, hold on, I'm going to find the guard Zhan! "

He had already realized that Zhao Ning and Zhan Zhao had met each other. Due to Zhang Kun's strong combat power, he could only feel bored. Now that Zhang Kun is not here, and Zhao Ning is like this again, it is the best way to find Zhan Zhao.

As for whether the Eighth Sage King would kill Kaifeng Mansion with a knife after returning to Tokyo City, that was not something he could worry about.

After all, in such an embarrassing situation, he really couldn't think of any other good way.

In the room, Zhao Ning leaned against the door and squatted on the ground.

Fang Hai's heavy knock on the door made her back ache, and she regained some sense of sanity.

She never took a sip of the ginseng soup that Xinghua sent, and what she ate was all made by Fang Hai.

Fang Hai is her person, and it is absolutely impossible to help Xinghua prescribe her medicine.

So the medicine is not used in the food.

The medicine might have been dropped in this room, something within her reach.

But she never wore the jewelry that Pang Yu sent, nor did she wear the clothes.

So where is the problem?

Zhao Ning straightened out his thoughts, looked around the gorgeous decorations, his eyes flickered, and his eyes finally stayed on the burning red candles and the auspicious beasts that kept spitting out clouds.

Zhao Ning supported the wall, moved to the table little by little, extinguished the sandalwood and the candle with trembling hands.

The room was plunged into darkness.

The wide open window brought the fragrance of flowers, and Zhao Ning fell to the ground.

The cold ground and hot body tore her sanity, she closed her eyes in pain, her body curled into a ball, trembling slightly.

The nameless ballad in her ears seemed to be getting better, but the low voice was still urging her.

Zhao Ning covered her ears, but the voice continued, plucking at her heartstrings bit by bit, luring her into the swamp slowly.

As soon as Pang Yu came and rushed to Zhao Ning's yard, there was not a single maid guard in the yard, and even Fang Hai, who would never be ten steps away from Zhao Ning, didn't know where he ran.

Zhao Ning's room was pitch black, and Pang Yu didn't know Zhao Ning's situation, so he slapped the door like crazy and shouted: "A-Ning!"

"How are you, Aning?"

Pang Yu kicked open the door, and by the faint moonlight, he saw Zhao Ning curled up on the ground.

"A Ning?"

Pang Yu stopped breathing and ran over.

Pang Yu hugged Zhao Ning in his arms, her little face was hot. He had known Zhao Ning for so long, and it was the first time he felt the warmth of a living person from her body.

In the past, Zhao Ning's body was always cool, no matter how hot the stove was, it couldn't warm her.

Zhao Ning's brows were tightly frowned, she was already a little unrecognizable, when someone put a cold hand on her forehead, her body began to feel uncomfortable again.

Until she smelled the familiar fragrance, her body shrank.

Pang Yu's eyes changed.

"Xiaoyu...you go out."

Zhao Ning buried his head in his body.

Pang Yu's eyes were deep, looking at Zhao Ning in her arms, her thin body was shaking all the time, curled up like an ostrich, her delicate face was covered by her messy hair, only the tips of her red ears were exposed.

Her appearance is really attractive.

Pang Yu thought he was not a good person, but he had been a gentleman in front of her for 16 years. No matter what Zhao Ning said, he would listen to him. Even if Zhao Ning asked him to die, he would not blink.

But this time, he couldn't and didn't want to listen to Zhao Ning again.

He is all too familiar with the smell in this room.

This is Shenxian San, and there is no cure for it.

Pang Yu caressed her hair, picked her up, put her on the bed gently, and walked towards the door.

With a bang on the latch, Pang Yu turned around and looked at Zhao Ning behind the bed curtain with deep eyes.

The candles in the room had long been extinguished by Zhao Ning, only the bright moonlight came in through the screen window.

Pang Yu took off his coat and walked towards Zhao Ning.

As he walked, he untied his girdle and threw the clothes he took off on the ground.

When Pang Yu walked to the bedside, the clothes on his upper body were taken off in various ways, and the well-maintained snow-white skin was exposed in the wide open neckline.

Rubbing Zhao Ning's face with his thumb, he called softly, "A-Ning."

Zhao Ning opened her eyes, her wet eyes were no longer as clear as before, her eyes were a little slack, and she couldn't see clearly at all.

She felt the cold touch on her face, she flinched again, and called out almost subconsciously: "Zhan... Zhao."

Pang Yu's movements stopped for a moment, and with a slight force on her fingers, her face instantly turned red.

Zhao Ning's eyes were wide open, her eyes were dull, like a dying fish, her voice was thin and weak, like a kitten, scratching Pang Yu's heart:

"Zhan Zhao..."

Pang Yu closed his eyes, and Zhao Ning's passionate voice continued: "Zhan Zhao..."

Pang Yu paused for a while, covered her lips with his palm, leaned down, and whispered in her ear: "A-Ning, I'm Xiao Yu."

"Come on, call me Xiaoyu."

Pang Yu let go of the hand covering Zhao Ning's lips, and looked at her face flushed with emotion.

Her brows were slightly frowned, her eyes were blurred, it was the seductive appearance he had recalled countless times in his midnight dreams.

But her absent-minded eyes were not looking at him, she was looking at another person through him.

Pang Yu untied her girdle and tied it around her eyes.

Without seeing her eyes, it was impossible to see who she was looking at.

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Fang Hai ran around like a headless fly in the soft red hall, and the guards and maids were confused by him. He grabbed someone and asked, "Did you see a Zhan Zhao?"

Asking all the way, everyone ran away when they saw him.

Fang Hai stared blankly, feeling that he really couldn't keep his head this time.

He was so careless that he didn't notice that the ginseng soup tasted wrong.

Fang Hai supported the base of the wall, panting heavily.

Running wildly all the way exhausted his physical strength completely, he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him, until a blue figure stood still in front of him, and asked him in a clear voice: "Are you looking for something to do with Zhan?"

Tears welled up in Fang Hai's eyes, and he knelt down for Zhan Zhao with a plop. He grabbed Zhan Zhao as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, and gasped, "Quick, something happened to the Princess..."

Before he finished speaking, the hem of the clothes he was holding broke free from his palm, and there was a sharp wind in his ears.

Fang Hai rubbed his eyes, he couldn't help seeing Zhan Zhao in his dizzy vision.

Fang Hai supported the wall and panted for a while.

As long as Zhan Zhao is gone, it's beyond his control.

The medicine is very overbearing, he needs to find a way to relieve it.

However, he can't solve it now. He needs to guard the door for Zhan Zhao and Zhao Ning. That's what could really kill him.

Fang Hai rested for a while, gritted his teeth, and ran to Zhao Ning's yard again.

Zhan Zhao knew that Zhao Ning's health was not good. He had seen her vomit blood and fainted. Her thin body might collapse at any time. That's why he believed Xinghua's words and decided to go to Taihao Mausoleum no matter what. Can't find dead grass.

He wanted Zhao Ning to live for a long time, instead of fulfilling a certain warlock's prophecy and living to the end.

Along the way, Zhan Zhao thought about Zhao Ning's situation, the best and the worst, he even thought about Zhao Ning's death.

If Zhao Ning died today, he would risk his life to bury her on the ancestral grave of his Zhan family, not in the cold and beautiful imperial tomb.Zhao Ning said that he wanted to marry him, and he couldn't leave Zhao Ning lying alone in the imperial tomb.

When Zhan Zhao pushed the door, his hands trembled badly. It was the first time he learned the Wuzha horse gait that he never trembled so much. Until he couldn't push the door, he found that the door was closed dead from the room.

Zhan Zhao kicked the door open, and after staring at Pang Yu for half a day, Zhan Zhao finally realized that people's imagination is really limited—he thought of everything, but he never thought that Zhao Ning would have an accident in this way .

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, grabbed Pang Yu by the collar and threw him on the ground, glanced at Zhao Ning who was on the bed from the corner of his eye, she was blindfolded and motionless.

The Juque sword came out of its sheath with a clatter, and the sharp point of the sword pointed directly at Pang Yu's chest. Zhan Zhao almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and said each word: "You, yes, she, did, did, what? , what?"

Pang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Go away, don't disturb my good deeds."

The Juque sword penetrated half an inch, and the blood instantly stained Pang Yu's clothes red.

The air in the room became stagnant, and Zhao Ning on the bed called Zhan Zhao with a weak voice.

Zhan Zhao has traveled around the rivers and lakes for several years, if he can't see what's going on in the house, he will be too sorry for his reputation as a Nan Xia.

Zhan Zhao never thought that Pang Yu was a good person, nor did he have any good expectations for Pang Yu, but Pang Yu's work still broke his bottom line.

Zhan Zhao could barely hold Ju Que, wishing he could stab him right through with a trembling hand and a sword: "Where's the antidote?"

Blood flowed down Pang Yu's clothes, and Pang Yu frowned slightly, but he didn't even groan: "Shenxian San, there is no antidote. You want Ah Ning to die or Ben Hou to save her, you choose one."

Zhao Ning's murmur continued, and Zhan Zhao's chest heaved violently.

He has heard the name of Shenxian San, and he also knows that there is no antidote.

Zhan Zhao closed his eyes, stopped breathing for a moment, put the Juque sword back into its sheath, picked up Zhao Ning and walked outside.

Find a place to rescue Zhao Ning first, and then talk about it. After Zhao Ning wakes up, he will be beaten, scolded, or killed.

He couldn't just watch Zhao Ning die.

Pang Yu clutched his chest, seeing that Zhan Zhao was about to leave the door with Zhao Ning in his arms, he couldn't care less, he went to grab Zhao Ning from Zhan Zhao regardless: "Where the hell are you taking her?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhan Zhao kicked him to the ground.

Blood flowed all over the floor, and Pang Yu lay on the ground panting heavily.

He had never been injured so badly in his life.

Zhan Zhao's blue figure disappeared at the door, Pang Yu stood up holding the table and chairs, staggered out the door, quickly summoned his attendants, and gave the order: "Kill Zhan Zhao for this Marquis!"

Fang Hai ran all the way back to Zhao Ning's yard, and what he saw was such a scene. Pang Yu was only wearing a white cloud brocade jacket, covering his bleeding wound, his eyes were frighteningly red, and he was gnashing his teeth for someone to kill Zhan Zhao.

No matter how stupid Fang Hai's head was, he could figure out what happened, and hurriedly said, "Master Hou, you can't kill him."

Following Pang Yu's order, the entourage drew his sword and was about to chase Zhan Zhao, but Fang Haiku couldn't stop him, with many wounds on his body.

In another round, Fang Hai was kicked until he vomited blood. Fang Hai crawled to Pang Yu's side and kowtowed until his forehead was covered in blood: "Master Hou, think twice, if this matter becomes serious , the princess will be ruined for the rest of her life."

Xinghua stood on the top of the tree, seeing all the farce in front of her eyes.

Everything was going in the direction Zhao Jue expected, Marquis An Le was furious and became a beauty, and Zhan Zhao was still injured, so he might not be able to defeat Pang Yu's well-trained entourage.

Xinghua looked up at the moon, no matter how incomprehensible the fairy powder on Zhao Ning was, she would die in Chenzhou City after a while.

An Le Hou Pang Yu killed people in anger, Bao Zheng lost his beloved general, and the only daughter of the Eight Sage Kings died in Chenzhou. This can be called a good show.

Xinghua looked at the injured boy in the yard, quietly waiting for his instructions.

The moonlight fell on the ground, and Pang Yu lay powerlessly on the chair.

The attendant gave him medicine, and the cold medicine stuck to the wound, pulling back his sanity.

The author has something to say: Thank you Yongyehanchen for throwing the mines! ~

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Pang Yu: MMP Benhou is a tragedy from beginning to end

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