MTL - Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead-Chapter 22 See through (1)
Wen Tai doctor has now become the exclusive doctor of A Bao, but what happened to the A Bao, the Dagong woman of the German goddess will catch him. Fortunately, he is also patient and caring, and has not been ignorant because Abao is a dog.
When Wen Tai doctor arrived, Deyi was holding A Bao and waiting for him by the window. He was seen and he was busy with three or two steps. Wen Tai’s heart is a sudden, what happened this time?
"Wen Tai doctor, come and see, A Bao is calling for an hour, all vomiting blood!" Impatiently interrupted the ceremony of Wen Tai doctor, Meng Sangqi repeatedly asked him to hurry to diagnose.
Wen Tai doctor straightened up, indicating that Deyi put A Bao into the willow basket, then opened A Bao's mouth and looked at a row of candlelights. After watching it for a long while, he sighed. "Returning to the maiden, Abao's scorpion is broken. I have to drink a few days of medicine. How can he call it for so long? But was it scared?"
"I blame the palace. This palace does not know that he has not slowed down from the shock of the last time, and easily left the palace. He left him alone for an hour." Meng Sangqi squeezed Abao's little ears, and his low voice was full. It is self-blame. A Bao licked her jade-white wrist, and her small nose shook, making a whisper of a whisper, as if to comfort each other.
"It turned out to be the case." Wen Tai nodded, wrote a prescription for the maintenance of the scorpion, handed it to the waiter of the tourmaline palace, and told the precautions of the peony, and then he left.
It’s not easy to be a pet, it’s not easy to be a pet dog! Walking on the path of the Tourmaline Palace, he sighed with a beard.
When Wen Taiwei just left, Lin Yizheng arrived again. After a respectful ceremony, he said that he was sent by the emperor to diagnose the peace of mind.
Humph! It’s really cautious! Meng Sangyu coveted and ridiculed, and the broad hand reached out to let Lin doctor see.
After careful diagnosis for a quarter of an hour, Lin doctor was planning a few health regimens and left after saying something plausible. When people were far away, Meng Sangzhen immediately retired the extra attendants in the temple, leaving only Bishui, Yin Cui and Feng Wei.
"There is something to tell you about, you listened, don't make a sound." A moment, gently patted A Bao's back, Meng Sangyu wanted to calm himself down.
Others in the temple, including Abao, erected their ears.
"The emperor is a fake now!" Without any modification, she would succinctly tell the truth.
Bishui, Yincui, and Feng Wei are all stunned, and they are completely unable to respond to the shocking words of their own masters. I must have heard it wrong! They all thought of it together.
Zhou Wudi’s heart was shocked and he looked at Meng Sangyu with an unbelievable look. He never thought about it. With just one face, just one hour later, Mulberry can recognize the true and false of that person! So smart, it’s a sorrow! The person who was still panicked and beloved would be deceived and would be taken away. There is no need to worry about it. The heart that wants to burst has returned to its original state.
"No, no! The eyebrow, the eye, the figure... He is the emperor!" Feng Hao was so long that he stuttered, and Yin Cui and Bishui followed his head.
The appearance of the man is indeed ten percent to himself. Whether it is height or body, or even some subtle physical characteristics, Yan Junwei has made careful adjustments. It is necessary to be seamless and dripping. Even Zhou Wudi saw that it was another self, let alone outsiders? Hearing Feng Wei’s rebuttal, his heart that had just eased was tightened again, and he was afraid that Mulberry would be moved by them and give up his judgment.
"He is a fake, can't be wrong!" Meng Sang decided to speak.
For these ancient people, the feudal ideology of the monarchy was already engraved into the bone marrow. The king is the equivalent of God in their minds, and it is a great disrespect for the death of the king. With such a respectful and fearful mind, how can they understand their sire? Under the change of people, how do they distinguish?
But Meng Sang is different. First of all, there is no such humble and weak mentality in her bones. She regards the emperor as an ordinary person. Secondly, her family is unusual. When she enters the palace, she walks on the wire. If she accidentally falls, she will fall into a broken bone. Tired of family. Therefore, since the day I entered the palace, in order to be able to live well, she regarded Zhou Wudi and her own superior boss as a major subject to study, and must master all his joys and sorrows. I have been studying for one person for three years. In this palace, who knows the most about Zhou Wudi, and non-Meng Sangzhen, I am afraid that even the Queen Mother who has not returned to the palace for many years can not match.
How can she tell if she can tell the truth?
"The emperor's joy and anger, no one is more clear than me." Seeing Feng Wei and others are still hesitating, she slowly said, "Emperor always meets me, although the face is happy, the mouth is smiling, but in fact he The bottom of my heart is not pleasant, because his eyes are cold; although the emperor is talking to me, but his mind is no longer on me, because his eyes are empty; although the emperor is entangled with me, his body does not burn for me. Because his eyes are dark..."
Speaking of this, she paused, revealing a sardonic smile, pointing her own eyes and emphasizing, "To really know a person, the first thing to look at is not his appearance, but his eyes! The eyes are the soul. The window, it will not be deceiving! Even if it is hidden, it will always reveal clues."
The expression hesitated by Feng Wei and others faded and was replaced by dignity. They have been moved by the words of their own masters.
Zhou Wudi deeply buried his head and resisted the wave of colic in the chest. It turned out that, unknowingly, Mulberry had already seen him through. That kind of hypocrisy, such a ruthless self, how can she like it? No resentment is the greatest gift of God to him!
Meng Sangxi is still going on. "The person who saw me saw me, the joy in his eyes is true, the softness in his eyes is true, the favor in his eyes is also true, and I even saw a few heartbeats in his eyes. A man who hates you for three years, how can he suddenly change his attitude towards you? There must be a stupid inside!"
This sentence immediately made up a knife in the heart of Zhou Wudi, blood stasis.
"Of course, I will not make judgments just because of this. After that, I carefully observed him. Although he was pretending to be a prestige, he was hiding his guilty conscience and he couldn’t help but see Changxi. Going, as if to ask Changxi’s opinion. Doesn’t this seem unreasonable for the dictatorial emperor?” Meng Sang talked. “After that, I deliberately tempted and asked him to write a dog tag for Abao. You see ......"
She pointed to a few copybooks on the table of the Eight Immortals. "This is what the person left behind. This is what the emperor left before. Do you see anything?"
"The maiden, these words are clearly from the hands of the same person. Where do you see it is wrong?" The clear water is slightly fluent, and it is close to the half-baked, uncertain road.
"All words are like their own people. A person's words are the same as his own, and they also carry a specific character. The words of the emperor are strong, the writing is simple, the writing is fast, and there is a wind and bone in both the horizontal and the vertical. At first glance, you can feel the majesty of the writer and the style of the king."
Zhou Wu’s **** heart was slightly better. At least, in the eyes of Mulberry, he still has something to offer.
Yin Cui and Feng Wei quickly came together to check it out. After the explanations of their own masters, they really felt the mystery inside.
Meng Sangqi nodded and pointed to the word of the person. "Look at this picture again, hesitate to write, the ink is uneven, and the book is stagnation. Although these hooks are somewhat angular, they are not natural enough. It can be seen that this person used to learn is simple. Generous, slightly soft font, has recently changed the font but has not fully adapted, revealing traces in detail. Although one can practice a variety of fonts, but will not even be the habit of the most commonly used fonts. From this, it can be seen that the person writing this has a problem."
Bishui and others nodded slightly and had already believed seven or eight points.
Meng Sangqi also pointed to the tea singer that had not yet been put up. "I can't completely confirm the handwriting after reading the text, so I will make a pot of tea and continue to test. The best thing about the emperor is the sacred tea, the good tea. Good water will never drink. But you see, this tea warehouse is mixed with Lingyun Bai, which is similar to Junshan Yinzhen. The emperor has never sold it. He also praised me for his tea art. If it is normal, I have already abandoned it. It!"
After saying this, she looked down and said, "Look at this kind of thing, the person is absolutely not the original emperor! The emperor will not be able to make a decision for me even a small marriage, the emperor will not be Li Xiang and Li Guizhen Struggling to this point, the emperor will not become weaker and weaker, let the courts continue to fight, and the harem fights endlessly."
This speech completely broke the hesitation of Bishui and others. Feng Xiao’s face was white and his voice was dry. “The girl said, Where is the real emperor?”
"I fear that I have never woke up since I was seriously injured in the coma. The current emperor is just a substitute. It has become the shackles of the Shen family and the daughter-in-law and the harem. Our situation is in danger." Meng Sang-soo said.
"Im, the emperor will not die?" Yin Cui's face was full of panic, and Bishui lost her usual calm.
"No. If the emperor dies, Shen's father and daughter will not live in Anan. Have you forgotten the secret guards of the emperor and the Shaws?"
Bishui and others are stunned, and the fear in his heart slowly calms down.
A certain scorpion of the Shaw family had killed an emperor after Zhou Taizu. The result was a mad revenge from the dark guard. More than 3,000 people of the Hezu were blood-washed, and the old man who was 80 years old went down to the baby. Even the animals that have been raised have not been let go. When the Dark Guardian of the squadron pleaded guilty after the incident, the legend is that he was given some kind of viciousness. If the emperor died at the end of his life, he would not be alone if he did not give him an antidote before he died. Because the emperor was less than half a year old, this incident was too sensational and was forgotten by the people of Da Zhou.
"So, the emperor must still be alive. The reason why the secret guardian is left with the fake emperor is to let him occupy the throne first, and not to give the Huainan king and the Xiangbei king a chance. The two kings will hear the wind. When I entered Beijing, the barbarians invaded again at this time, and the danger of the great week was overwhelmed! The dark guards could not afford the blame of the country, and they were constantly changing and waiting for the emperor to wake up."
Meng Sangqi analyzes one by one, clear thinking, and accurate predictions make Zhou Wudi frequently look. He now knows that Shen Huiru’s so-called "learning not to lose a man" and mulberry is simply a difference between the clouds and the mud. It is ridiculous.
"The goddess, what should we do?" Feng Xin's heart was picked up.
"We have a dark guard staring at the palace. We don't know. If we show our deeds, not only do we have to doubt us, but Shen and my daughter will do everything possible to persecute us. I will fix a book later, send someone to send it. Go to the frontier to give the father, let the father's army prepare for the diligent king's **** at any time. As for what to do, he has his own plans, we just need to keep in touch with him."
Meng Sangqi’s tone is very depressed, not because of fear, but because of his inner heart. If the emperor wakes up, the Meng family is also considered to have failed to do so. Even if the father is a tribute, the Meng family will not be degraded, and their days will be much better. If the emperor does not wake up, that is better! Meng Jia million male division, Huainan Wang, Jiangbei Wang, how can it be the opponent of Meng family? It’s no longer a luxury to fly out of this cage and soar in the sky!
Thinking of this, her hand shook slightly.
Zhou Wudi thought she was afraid, and she loved and pity in her heart, and she was more grateful. In the distress, I still remember myself and help myself. Even if I panic, I will not shrink back. This kind of mulberry is worthy of his love! He couldn't help but hold the woman's hand and use his tongue. At present, he has no other way to express the emotions in his heart.
Feng Wei and others have completely lost their sense of proportion. Since the master said what they listened to, they calm down and inevitably think more.
"The Niangniang, the Guanwai generals went to Beijing privately, but the death penalty of copying the family! In the event of the emperor's waking up, isn't the national grandfather charged with the crime of rebellion against the country?" Feng Wei's sorrow is heavier.
"Is it because of scruples about this, we have to watch the disenchantment and steal my good family. The father is loyal to the emperor, this risk, he will definitely take it, and I will certainly support him. As for the mother and brother. They have always been a heart with their father. Do you think Shen Huiru will let me go, let go of the Meng family? No! Things have already reached this point, we can not look forward to it, we can only go forward. The emperor Fuze is deep, there is God blessing, he must I will wake up, you don't have to think about it."
Meng Sangzhen tried to appease everyone, but the thoughts in her heart were spoken to her.
The father-in-law is stubborn, but he also knows the work. He is indeed loyal to the emperor, but he can pay more attention to his family. The two can coexist, he will choose loyalty, the two can not coexist, he will definitely choose his family. It is good for the emperor to wake up naturally. The Meng family is also famous for its martial arts. If the emperor is unfortunately dead, Meng’s father will firmly hold the millions of troops in his hands to protect his family. That is the most weighty chip. Whether it is another referee or a self-reliant portal, Meng Jia has an absolute initiative, and she can also get rid of the imprisonment of the palace.
In the past, because she could not see hope, she never considered the possibility of freedom; now the opportunity is beckoning in front, and she can't ignore the true desire in her heart anyway. Of course, in the eagerness, she still retains considerable reason and will never reveal her thoughts to anyone. For Feng Wei and others, this is undoubtedly a rebellion, they are absolutely unacceptable.
Moreover, it is best to let it go, and not to intervene at will, such as killing the unconscious Zhou Wudi, she will never do it, not only can not do, but also actively rescue. Because only the occupational high point of the diligent king's escort, the Meng family can be in the most favorable position, and can enter and attack, and retreat.
Poor Shen's father and daughter, who thought they were arresting and winning, but they wanted to send the biggest handle to the door to give this oriole to know. The days ahead are turbulent, dangerous, and even devastating, but they are much better than today’s suffocation!
She dreamed of God, because she was so depressed that she suppressed the excitement in her chest and her face was particularly dignified. Feng Wei and others have never seen such a serious master, and they all have a quiet voice and dare not bother.
Zhou Wudi thought that she was worried about her safety, and she gently sighed with comfort in her nose, and there was a burst of sweetness in her heart.
Like Shen's father and daughter, he is also a poor person. If he knows the real thoughts of Meng Sangqi, he will probably spurt three liters of old blood.
