Meng Yan, who came back to her senses after dancing the big fan, was told that you were going to bed tonight.

Meng Yan looked confused, she subconsciously touched her belly, and remembered what the light ball had told her, she was pregnant.

The purpose of the bed is to increase the favor of Cheng dù and conceive a child.

She is already pregnant with a child. Holding the big fan and walking back, Meng Yan began to think about how much trouble she caused by killing the emperor?

Even if she asks for a date, she doesn't want the emperor, without him, the emperor is a man in his forties, just disgusted.

Meng Yan sat alone in her seat, watching the palace maids come and go, preparing for tonight's bedding, one by one happier than the other, as if they were the ones who should be bed.

"Beauty, do you want to take a bath and change clothes?" A palace maid walked up to Meng Yan and asked in a low voice.

"I want to eat." After dancing all afternoon, Meng Yan was already hungry, but why didn't this group of people ask about eating, but first asked about taking a bath.

"But beauty." The palace maid was embarrassed, "Don't you use it with the emperor?" ”

"When will the emperor come?" If he is a responsible emperor, then he is a good day, working overtime, and coming over to have a candlelight dinner with himself, thinking beautifully.

"Around the end of the day." The palace maid looked a little old, and she looked like an old man in the palace, so she had a good understanding of the emperor's off-duty hours.

That's seven or eight o'clock. Meng Yan pinched her fingers and calculated, just as she was about to wait until that time, she estimated that she would have been so hungry that she didn't feel it, but the emperor was also dedicated, so late to get off work, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, all year round.

"Eat." Meng Yan decided that she would not wait for the emperor to come over to eat together, at most accompany him for a supper.

Although there were only a few dishes for dinner, it was exquisite and delicious, Meng Yan was full of food and walked in the courtyard to eat, and when she saw the palace maid following behind her, she asked with interest, "What's your name." ”

"The slave is called Hua Tao." It was the palace maid of some age, who spoke lifelessly, with the unique twilight of the palace.

"Look, it's an old man." Meng Yan didn't mean anything else, she was not interested in exploring other people's **, she only asked about things related to herself, "After a lot of winds and waves, let me ask you, how long has the emperor's freshness?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Hua Tao knew that she, the new master, was a brain, not with a face, but to survive in this palace, in addition to her appearance and brain, she also needed one thing, luck.

Fight with people, but also fight with the sky.

"Three months at most, three days at the minimum." Hua Tao replied slowly.

"Affection." Meng Yan said, and to Meng Yan's surprise, Hua Tao knew this.

Meng Yan asked about other things, "When I went to ask the queen mother for peace today, I saw that the queen mother's face was ruddy, why did the emperor ask the queen mother if she was healthy?" ”

"The beauty just entered the palace, so naturally I don't know." Hua Tao reacted a little, she raised her head slightly, and said lightly or seriously, "The queen mother is congenitally insufficient, and her body has plummeted after giving birth to the eldest prince. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Meng Yan narrowed her eyes, was she hinting that she was grabbing the back position?

"Slaves don't dare." Hua Tao lowered her head and said nothing.

There was no need to continue this conversation, Meng Yan dragged her long skirt back to the house, judging from the information she knew, the eldest prince was ten years old this year, but the emperor did not crown the eldest prince as the crown prince, because he had other sons under his knees, and the eldest prince was not the most outstanding.

Is the emperor going to stage the survival of the fittest? Meng Yan thought about it, but felt that another word was more suitable, the most ruthless emperor's family.

The emperor is not troublesome, it is the queen who is troublesome, according to the rules, even if the emperor dies, she can only be counted as a concubine, not the queen mother, not the most noble woman, and what is currently standing in her way is the queen.

She has a good impression of the queen. Thinking of the queen's eyes when she left, she was a calm enough woman, she was not infatuated with the emperor, and she was not jealous.

Perhaps there is another way, the young emperor ascends the throne and listens to the government.

So, to achieve this purpose, Meng Yan stood in front of the bronze mirror, her fingertips rubbing against the mirror, fascinated.

To make the emperor infatuated with himself and be a concubine who is constantly pampered, Meng Yan thought about it for a while, but the capital is there, and the rest is pampering, a steady stream of pampering.

This kind of Cheng dù's favor, Meng Yan couldn't help but look back on history, and the first thing that jumped out was the adulterous concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people.

It's better to kill the emperor as soon as possible, Meng Yan thought expressionlessly, once and for all, so that the harem would not target her.

She has already offended Concubine Li, she can't stop fighting, she can only rise step by step, otherwise once she falls, countless people will come to step on her.

Recalling what the emperor had said to her, Meng Yan thought about it seriously, looked down at her rough hands, and then ordered the palace maid, "Take my sword." ”

It was a pair of exquisite double swords, with a bright peacock feather hanging from the hilt, which shone slightly under the lamplight, so that Meng Yan couldn't put it down, holding the long sword, Meng Yan looked at the long sword carefully, and soon there was disappointment in her eyes, although this sword is beautiful, it is just a work of art, no matter how beautiful it is, it cannot become a killing weapon.

It's not cut yet. Also, this is the imperial palace, everything must be considered for the emperor's safety, in case of accidents, Meng Yan's double swords were naturally replaced.

"It's a pity." Holding the pair of soldiers, Meng Yan looked for an open place everywhere, as if repeating it countless times, her hands slowly drooped, her arms relaxed, she took a gentle breath, and when the moonlight crossed the sword, the dance began.

At first, it was just a simple rotation, but when the warm-up was over, one hand was raised, and the other sword followed closely behind, the two swords formed a cross, and a sword was slashed into the void, but nothing happened, and the shadow of the tree under the moonlight remained motionless, staring at Meng Yan quietly.

Meng Yan didn't seem to see it, she continued to practice, this body was very familiar with the sword dance, and she knew what to do next as soon as she raised her shoulders.

If the sword is shocked, the anger swallows the Yangtze River, the sword wisdom is clear, and the things and I forget them.

After two consecutive moves, there was no target response, Meng Yan stopped and pointed at the ball of light that appeared at some point.

[The weapon is not suitable, let's die. was poked in the soft belly by Meng Yan, and the ball of light slid left and right, and explained to Meng Yan, [You are just vain now. 】

'Where are the real weapons?' ’

[95 Great Orange Martial Arts, Cold Voice, Silent Shadow.] As he spoke, a pair of twin soldiers appeared behind him, with a flowing light all over his body, and his sword aura was amazing, [Old rules, you can only use it once. 】

It's a pity. Meng Yan pursed her lips, a rare opportunity.

[When you have more points in the later stage, and your authority is high, you will have the opportunity to really use Big Orange Martial Arts. The ball of light inspired Meng Yan, [Come on. 】

Seeing the twin soldiers in front of him disappear with the ball of light, Meng Yan clenched the double swords in his hand and danced again.

Although he has no sword energy, he has sword intent, and his sword bones are arrogant, and he dares to compete with him, which makes people obsessed. I don't know who came here and leaned against the wall to watch this sword dance.

"People are beautiful, and so are swords." The emperor couldn't help sighing, and asked the big eunuch beside him with interest, "You said that if she competes with Zhao Qing, how many tricks can she make?" ”

"General Zhao is the number one master in the world, although Meng Meiren is good at sword dancing." The euphemism that the great eunuch said was very obvious, and it could not be said at all.

"If I have a chance, I want to see how capable the beauty is." The emperor laughed and continued to watch Meng Yan dance the sword.

After a dance, Meng Yan half-bent her body and bowed her head, silent for a long time.

"Beauty." The emperor quietly walked to Meng Yan's side, stretched out his hand to help Meng Yan up, didn't want Meng Yan to raise his body unexpectedly, and a pair of long swords rested on the emperor's neck.

"Bold!" The big eunuch who followed the emperor screamed, feeling that Meng Yan had eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall.

Meng Yan didn't answer, her eyes were full of cold light, as if the emperor was just a defeated general under her, and she could easily kill her, but this cold light was only for a short moment, and her eyes were quickly filled with gentleness, and she almost overflowed.

"You're too careful." The emperor didn't care, and directly pulled out the sword around his neck, "This sword was given to the beauty by me, and it hasn't been cut yet." ”

But Meng Yan is also very disrespectful. The big eunuch still had words in his mouth, and when he saw that the emperor didn't care, he didn't say anything, as long as the emperor liked it, Meng Yan would go to heaven, and the emperor would laugh.

"It's not a sword." Meng Yan put away her two swords, handed one of them to the emperor, and said with some grievances, "I lost the stake." ”

"It deserves beauty." Stroking the body of the sword, what the emperor said was meaningful, like Meng Yan, although he had a complete appearance, he lost the most important thing, so he could only put it on the shelf, and he could only be locked up in the deep palace by himself.

This rascal is a bit of a pervert. Meng Yan understood the meaning of the emperor's words, and she didn't feel creepy, the pervert is not terrible, the terrible thing is that the pervert still knows how to taste.

A cultured hooligan, combined with a tasteful pervert, is mixed up with deep well ice.

"Can the emperor cut for it?" Meng Yan pretended not to understand the emperor's words, and asked with an innocent face.

"I want the beauty to stay with me." The emperor replied to the question.

Hehe.