The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

058 Liar King Concubine (2)

Fu Zhao entertained the Baiguans, but she couldn't care less about her. Manyu sits alone, looking lonely and proud in this lively crowd.

The sky was getting darker, and the palace hall was completely covered with all kinds of palace lights. The lights poured down, reflecting a pool of lotus flowers, as if the youngest **** the pavilion had the most beautiful makeup.

"Master, if you feel bored, just go for a walk." Linger suggested. Manyu stood up and walked to the side of the sculpture. Although the scenery outside was beautiful, even in this atmosphere, even breathing was full of boring factors. Manxian nodded, and Linger quietly went down to watch the lotus palace.

Once out of Shenglian Garden, the air outside seemed to be much better. They walked slowly along the path on the left, turned over a rockery, and suddenly heard a sound of scolding. Frowning frantically, she wasn't clean anywhere. She didn't want to worry about it. She was waiting to turn away and listened to a male voice. Huh! If Li Wang despise you, you won't marry me ... I tell you, since your father married you, you should give me peace, and if you dare to come out of the wall Look, I won't peel your skin! "Saying it was another punch and kick.

Distraught, immediately followed the sound. I saw a woman curled up on the ground behind her rock, her clothes stained, her hair messy, and a trace of blood on her lips, but she was sneering at the man who added her fists. The man was even more furious and was about to kick her face.

"Stop it," Man shouted.

The man frowned and looked back, his eyes lit up at the first sight, and saliva was dripping. A wretched smile: "Oh, where did this beauty come from? Is it because of my loneliness that he specially came to comfort me?" This is Xiaobu, the protagonist of Xiaoyao Hou, and the impeccable rogue of Beijing, also Zhaoyun Husband's husband. With that said, he came over and reached up to lift his chin.

Manyu took a step back, Linger strode forward, twisted his hand, and said angrily, "Who are you? Dare to be irrational to my master!"

The man's arm clicked, and he cried aloud, yelling loudly: "You are so brave, do n’t inquire about who I am, dare ... Ah-I wo n’t say anything You're about to let go of me. "

He smiled sarcastically and said, "Linger, let go of him."

Ling Er loosened his hand and threw the man to the ground. The man fell to the sky with four feet, climbed up, and his face became vicious. "Who the **** are you? Little man ... I control my own woman, what matters to you, what do you run out to stop?"

He ignored him and winked at Linger, who immediately helped the Lord Zhaoyun County on the ground to get up. She looked at the woman and couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. She remembered that this woman was once naive, and in order to stay with her beloveds, she showed her love to Zongzheng worrylessly without paying attention to worldly opinions. Man, now he still scolds the husband for the humiliation of his former love. The reason why her husband is so arrogant must be the sudden death of Yan Guogong, the father of Zhaoyun County's master, half a year ago. Zhao Yun's brothers were born in the room, regardless of her life or death.

This is probably the biggest sorrow of women in this era. Without a barrier of power, they will be discriminated against. Even if they are not as good as pigs and dogs, they will never escape. In contrast, she was so lucky.

He looked at the man with sharp eyes, and Shen said, "It is not the man's husband to hit the woman. Although the state of Yan Guo is gone, the owner of Zhaoyun County also has the name of his majesty's close relative. For her, she despised the imperial power and was dissatisfied with her Majesty. If it was passed on, it would be wrong! "

There was a flash of fear in the man's eyes, and he immediately warned viciously, "Dare you say it, I, I must not spare you!"

Ling Erzhen laughed: "Even if you say it? My master is the princess Rongle of Qiyun Kingdom, the wife of General Wei Guoda, how can you do?"

When the man heard that, his pupils shrank, no matter how he didn't understand the Korean-Chinese style, he also knew that the power of the General of the National Guard was far better than his father Hou, who had no real power. I had to hold back the drooling saliva, took a sip at her, and cursed, "All the way." Then he quickly left.

"Thank you Liyue, no, thank you Princess Rongle for your help!" Zhao Yun's impression of Man, stayed in her appearance when she was dressed as a man.

"The lord of the county doesn't need to be polite." Manxi helped her and passed a spar.

Zhao Yun took it, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, the sleeve slipped down, and the exposed old and new bruises on his arm spread all over. Manbi shook his head and instructed: "Linger, if you go find some medicine for injury, say I will use it."

Linger left.

Zhao Yun smiled slightly: "Thank you Princess. I haven't seen her for so long, and I still don't know Zhao Yun. If the princess doesn't mind, can you walk with Zhao Yun? There is a lake over there, and there are many white lotuses in the lake. I want to check it out. "

Man nodded and said, "OK." Looking at Zhao Yun, she couldn't help but sigh that life could really change a person completely. Today Zhao Yun is no longer pure and lively at the beginning, and looks melancholy and quiet, but also matures a lot.

"Sister Rongle, can I call you like this?" Zhaoyun said expectantly.

Manxi smiled: "Of course you can." For some reason, she gave some pity to this woman, perhaps because they were both hurt by the same man.

Walking on a secluded tree-lined path, they were all quiet. There are no lights here, and the light gray color of the sky is everywhere.

Zhao Yun walked beside her, and occasionally turned to look at her, always talking and stopping.

"If the county master has something to say, but it's okay to say it." Man Wei looked soft and smiled lightly.

Zhao Yun said: "Sister Rongle just called me Zhao Yun."

Manyan said, "Okay. Let Zhao Yun talk straight."

Zhao Yun lowered her head, her eyes darkened, and bit her lip, Fang said, "Sister Rong Le, he ... is back, you know?"

There was a momentary fascination, and naturally she knew who this "he" was referring to. She looked down, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Zhao Yun laughed at herself and said, "Sister, you must be thinking, he treats me so much, why can't I forget him?" For a year, many words were in my heart and she had nowhere to sue.

Manyu took a deep breath and sighed, "It's not easy to forget someone ..." She knew this.

"Yeah, it's hard. Sister Rongle, have you ... been happy this year?"

The man was slightly stiff, his footsteps were lagging, and then he nodded almost invisibly, and gently said "En", it was an answer.

Zhao Yun turned his head and looked at Man's eyes, with a bleak smile but a clear look. In fact, fortunately, why not ask? The first time I saw her was in a tea garden that was as beautiful as a fairyland. At that time, she was still dressed up as a man, her eyes were as bright as glazed, and now she was empty and silent. She paused and looked at Man Man, saying, "Sister, in fact, I really envy you. When I didn't know you were a woman before, how I wish I was a man, so that I can be like you, Stay with him. But later I learned that it was not a matter of identity between men and women. It is undeniable that I was really jealous of you and even hated you. "

Manyu also stopped, in those days ... she would rather not have those days, so that she would not have so much bitterness in her heart. She smiled coldly, narrowed her thoughts, and turned quietly, "Never hate now?"

Zhao Yun shook his head and laughed at himself: "He doesn't like me, what's the use of I hate you?"

She thought it through. Lazily smiled and didn't speak again, hate it or nothing for her.

The two walked on the stone road and talked into a garden. This garden is not too big, but it is what Man Man likes. I saw a green lake in the garden reflecting the lush green willows on the shore. The breeze blew, the willow branches and leaves hanging on the water swayed gently, and ripples rippled like a wave from the calm lake.

The white lotus in the lake is in full bloom. Against the clear water of the lake, the holy and elegant posture is like a fairy. A small boat by the lake docked quietly and could not see the view from the cabin.

Zhao Yun's gaze fixedly looked at those blooming white lotuses, and he looked stunned and asked, "Does Sister Rongle know why the officials ordered the women to take part in the flower-viewing feast tonight?"

Manran casually said: "I heard that it is for the prince of the dust."

"This is just one of them." Zhao Yun paused again, turned and looked straight at Man Man, slowly said, "There is another reason-to choose a concubine for Brother Wuyou."

There was a shock in Man's heart, remembering what Fu Zhao had said halfway and stopped, so it was! Is he finally going to choose a concubine? She felt only a tingling in her chest. The dark clouds seemed to squeeze over, making her a little breathless.

Zhao Yun reached out and shook her hand, only to feel that her fingertips were cold. "Sister Rongle didn't forget Brother Wusuo, didn't she? General Fu treats you so well, how can you be happy if you don't like him?"