MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 122

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Come to humanity: "If there is no token, it will take at least one month to take a detour on the mountain road. The road will be chased, and Wang Ye will not be hurt ... this is what the princess meant."

Zong Zheng frowned tightly, sighing: "You go, arrange someone to do a good job, and don't get into trouble." A Man's nature, he knew, she insisted, no one can change.

"Subordinates obey!"

The windows in the hall were closed again, and the hall was dark again. Zong Zheng looked at the round holes on the side wall of his eyes, his beautiful face moved slightly, and it was hard to say what was in his heart.

General State House, Qingyuan Garden. With her hand on her chin, her eyes slanted on the chaise longue in front of the window. Behind a carved wood framed glass lamp, yellow lights came out through the silk, and she hung her head slightly, with white hair. The shadows printed in the light make the expression on her face hazy and dim, unable to see clearly.

Xiang Yingli was ten steps away. He only looked up at her, and immediately retracted his eyes. He lowered his head and reported: "Unsurprisingly, the general thought that we passed the message through the three people who appeared in the anonymous lane. Someone has been sent to check. He must not have thought that the master was talking about the West, and Xiao Ke was the one who really passed on the news. "

The corners of the man's lips slightly trace an arc that is too shallow to be lighter, and there is no meaningful smile, a little deep, and a mystery. She took Xiao Sha and Xiang Ying to the Palace of the Nine Princes. Fu Zhao's eyes would definitely be on the three of them and the nine Princes. Every move along the way could not escape Fu's eyes, and Xiao Ke was so simple. Girls who don't have scheming and martial arts are least likely to be wary. Xiao Ke doesn't have martial arts, but she has mystery, which is a kind of mystery that can make people wake up and forget what happened before. Although Wuyinlou is secretive, it is not difficult to find someone with her fan.

"I'm afraid those in today's Anonymous Lane are not simple." She gently lifted the hand that was stabbed by the hook, with layers of gauze wrapped around her hand, looking a little swollen.

Xiang Yingsi said: "Those people are indeed weird. Although they are usually a little crowded, they are not as driven as they are today. Could there be any conspiracy of these people aimed at the master?"

Man moved **** and said lightly, "No matter who they are, this time, we can achieve the purpose we want. What else will the general do?"

Xiang Ying said: "I heard that since Qiu Xun returned, the general has been sending someone to look for something secretly, but I don't know what it is? They have searched the entire palace, searched the residences of some ministers and The people who had contacted His Majesty a few days before the Autumn Hunt did not seem to have been found so far. "Speaking here, he paused, remembered something, and added:" Before the general, the Prince had the same move."

"Oh?" Deng Mandai moved her eyebrows slightly, raised her eyes slightly, the prince had searched, Fu Fu was also looking for, what is so important to the people who will soon be on the throne? She contemplates her eyebrows, and after a moment, her eyes light up, "Jade Seal, maybe the Chuanyu Seal!"

Xiang Ying stunned, with a kind of cloud and fog feeling, and laughed: "The master said that it is very likely that it is the jade seal of the country! But where is your majesty in the palace, and where is the jade seal not in the palace?"

Manyu sat up and suddenly remembered the seemingly ordinary but heavy box given to him by the father-in-law and the words of the emperor: "Hey, I will give you two things ... when you were the general lady, You must not open it, otherwise you will become an eternal sinner in the kingdom of heaven. "

Isn't it ... she's startled, if so, what's the other thing? She stood up suddenly, "Go, go to the tea plantation."

Xiang Ying hesitated for a moment, followed her to the door without saying a word, Man suddenly paused, glanced around, calm, and raised his hand to stop: "Slow, it is not the time today. You go down and rest Well, I'll practice sword in the forest. "

Xiang Ying disagreed: "Master, your hand hurts ..."

"It doesn't matter, I have a sense. You go." She said she turned and took the sword and went straight to the bamboo forest.

For three days, there was no other action.

On the evening of the third day, the moonlight was excellent. Fu Zhao finally finished the pile of official duties and wandered alone in the dormitory. As soon as his mind was empty, he was the figure of the man. He held his forehead in one hand, his eyes fell on the light gray floor tiles, but no focus.

He turned to the door and shouted, "Come, go and tell the guard of the Qing Garden to come to see Ben."

The guard outside the door responded hastily. Within a quarter of an hour, the guard of the Qingyuan Garden went outside the door and had not yet asked for it. Fu Zhao had already said "Come in".

The guard entered the house to salute, Fu Zhao stood at the window with his back on his back, and asked, "Is the wound on his hand better?"

The guard bowed his head and revered respectfully: "When returning to the general, the subordinate heard the girl Xiao said that his wife's hand seemed to be more serious than three days ago. The general's business was busy for three days, and the subordinate did not dare to disturb."

Fu Zhao's eyes changed, and he suddenly turned back, frowning, "What's going on? Isn't Xiao Ke's medicine good? How can it be more serious?"

The guard quickly said: "Mrs. practiced the sword every night, the wound worsened, and the fingers had already seen the bones. I heard that I couldn't practice the sword anymore, and my wife was in a bad mood. Tonight, I asked the guard to call a pot of wine and screen everyone back. People drink in the bamboo forest. "

With a slight shock from Fu Zhao, he felt irresistible pain in his heart and saw bones. Is it already so serious? She was so bad at her body! She has always been a calm and self-sustaining woman, but she also drinks alcohol because she is in a bad mood? In his life, the last thing he regrets is the drunkenness. If there is no drunkenness, there will be no trace of incense, no trace of incense, and there will be no red curtain that makes him regret his life. The woman has followed him for many years, knowing him too much, knowing that he was persecuted by the doorkeeper in a difficult situation, and so designed for him, leading him to use Li Daitao's rigid plan to destroy him and Rongle, he must seize her and take her Thousands of corpses!

He squeezed his punches, strode out, and headed straight for Qingyuan.

The night is quiet and peaceful, with clear autumn gardens, the autumn wind is bleak, and the bamboo shadows are swaying, surrounded by blue colors. The woman sits alone, with long hair flying, and clothes are light. Drink, already a bit drunk. In the air, the faint fragrance of bamboo is mixed with a strong aroma of wine, coupled with the picturesque beauty of the beautiful scenery under the silver moonlight, it is fascinating.

Standing far outside the bamboo forest, Fu Zhao was unwilling to disturb this tranquil beauty. He stared at each other blindly, with countless misses and loves. I haven't seen it for a few days, as long as I have passed.

Manyu poured another glass of wine, poured her head up, and her throat burned. She looked up at Haoyue in the air, thinking of Li Bai's first moon alone.

A pot of wine between flowers, no blind date alone.

Toasting invited Mingyue, the three of the film.

The month does not drink, the shadow follower follows me.

For the time being with the moon, Xingle must be in spring.

I linger on the moon, my dancing is chaotic.

Woke up with lovers, scattered after drunk.

Yong Jie relentlessly swims, the phase of Yun Yunhan.

No flowers here, but bamboo. The loneliness and desolation of the great poet who admired later generations when he was drinking and writing poetry? She put down her wine glass, picked up the Xuanpo on the side, and flew up instead of practicing sword, but dancing to the full.

The soft and elegant figure fluttered in the green bamboo forest, and the radiant rays like mercury drew a beautiful arc under the dim moonlight. She glanced at the sword light occasionally, her cold and clear eyes dazzled with drunken expression, and the white snow flowing in her eyes flowed with holy magic, exuding mysterious attraction.

Fu Zi saw that she was holding a sword, but she wanted to stop it, but could not move, as if she was nailed to the ground. In this way, he wants to look at it once more.

The sharp sword energy suddenly swept through the air, shaking the bamboo leaves and falling, drifting around her, as if in the desolation of a painting and calligraphy woman, it seemed to be a clear rain of bamboo leaves, trying to wash all the sadness in the world.

Her sword dance is soft and rigid, showing a woman's most beautiful posture in such a quiet and beautiful night, and the soft and beautiful moonlight is just her backing.

The light footwork gradually moved to the low table where the hip flask was placed. She bent back and lifted the hip flask with one finger and tossed it into the air. The wine poured down the pot, like a clear spring, her red lips slightly opened. The drunkenness is so stingy.

The man outside the forest seemed to be struck by that look with a stiff body. At this moment, the woman suddenly dropped the sword in the hand, and she held the other hand in one hand, her brows frowned, her body crooked, and she fell to the ground.

Fu Zhao was startled, hurriedly rushing past, and called nervously: "Rong Le."

He held up her body and saw that the thick gauze on her right hand had been stained with blood, and was angry and distressed. She picked her up and headed for the bedroom.

Her eyes narrowed, the shadow under the thick eyelashes covered the look in her eyes, and she rested quietly in his arms, motionless.

Fu Tzu put her on the bed, turned around and asked for water to clean her wounds, but she grabbed him by the sleeve. Fu Zhaowei turned back, and saw that her eyes were lightly watered, her expression was half drunk and half awake, and the corner of her mouth was filled with a smile that made her distressed at first sight. 2k novel reading network