In the city of Chang'an, in the palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA girl in a pink palace dress with two cloud temples and a pot of wine is looking for something. It's night, and the moon is hazy. In the palace, the brilliance of the moon was not seen very much, and it was covered by bright palace lamps.

"Hey, that girl. Say what about you. A father-in-law, like a chief eunuch, shouted to the girl and walked over. What are you wandering around here? ”

"Back to the father-in-law's words, the slave maid was ordered to serve wine to the king of the East China Sea. For a while, I couldn't find where the King of the East China Sea was. The palace maid said anxiously.

"Is it the wine that the King of the East Sea wants himself?"

"Yes," the palace maid replied truthfully, her head slightly bowed. Be very courteous. "It's just a matter of time, and I can't find his people."

"The King of the East Sea has just gone back." The father-in-law kindly said, "However, Your Majesty is asking for wine." Send it to you. ”

"Your Majesty, do you want wine?" The palace maid seemed to feel that she had misheard, "Your Majesty hasn't rested yet?" ”

The father-in-law nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty said that it is not enough yet." I'm in a hurry to get a drink, it's late. You and I are dead. Quick, follow me. With that, the father-in-law walked ahead in a hurry.

This tyrant is really mistaken for me. The palace maid complained in her heart. Over there, the father-in-law urged again. She had no choice but to take the wine and go along.

Fu Sheng had already started to sleep in his room, and he had indeed drunk a little too much just now. It's fun to look at those ministers. Fu Sheng thought about it, and waited for tomorrow to continue to have fun.

"Your Majesty, I've brought you wine." My father-in-law said this outside.

"Bring it." Fu Sheng said half-drunk and half-awake.

"Alright, you can get in quickly." The father-in-law said that he would leave first.

The palace maid secretly laughed to herself, thinking to herself, this tyrant is really hopeless. The people around him were eager to avoid him and refused to approach. I'd like to see what he looks like. The maid pushed the door open and went inside.

"Your Majesty, the slave has brought you wine." The palace maid said, and put the wine bottle on the table in front of Fu Sheng.

Just as she was about to look up, Fu Sheng suddenly grabbed her. With a little effort, he was able to bring her into his arms. The palace maid's heart suddenly lifted. What does he want to do?

"Deliver wine? What I don't lack is wine. Fu Sheng probably didn't know what he was talking about now. It's just that he almost whispers in a daze.

The palace maid felt a little relieved, but it was okay. "Your Majesty, you want the wine yourself."

"What kind of wine?" Fu Sheng said dissatisfiedly, "Everyone wants to harm me, they can't get used to me as the emperor." Actually mocking me for being one-eyed? Hmph, I'm going to kill them all. ”

Fu Sheng said, and the hand holding the palace maid loosened slightly. The palace maid took the opportunity to leave his embrace and asked lukewarmly, "Hasn't Your Majesty killed it yet?" ”

"No, how can you kill cleanly and enough?" Fu Sheng's voice grew smaller and quieter until he couldn't hear what he was saying. After a while, I heard the sound of him sleeping soundly.

The palace maid knew that he was drunk, so she dared to come closer. Watch him carefully. It turned out that he was really one-eyed. Hmph, the palace maid snorted coldly in her heart. Even if that's the case, it can't be an excuse for his thirst for killing, right? When there are more disabled people, how can we not see how violent others are? Could it be that sitting in this position will really make people dominated by power? It seems that he is right. Struggle, power is really not a good thing.

"Hmph" Fu Sheng suddenly snorted loudly, which frightened the palace maid to retreat again and again. I only heard Fu Sheng continue: "Fu Jian, Brother Fu is not reliable. Kill them tomorrow. ”

When the palace maid heard this, a smile appeared on her cold face. Fu Sheng, thank you. Before you died, you finally had one thing worth killing you. Thinking like this, the palace maid didn't care about Fu Sheng anymore. Quietly exited Fu Sheng's dormitory.

Murong Qiusi rode the fast horse all the way to Chang'an City, and the long sword in his hand was eager to try. Yes, this sword and Zhou Yuqin's sword are both from the Master of the Peach Forest. They have a mutual sense, and now, the sword is restless. It means that another sword is about to come out of its sheath and see blood. Just like the induction of the sword, he could sense that she must be in Chang'an. As for why, it is not known.

Originally, after saying goodbye to the Master of the Peach Forest. He could have chased Zhou Yuqin immediately, but. There was a delay of some days on the way. He met a man, and the man begged him. After doing good deeds, take him out of the palace, and he can't leave alone.

He is the future Emperor of Western Yanwei, Murong Chong, and Murong Qiusi knows. This Murong Chong's voice will be very bumpy, and in the end he will die at the hands of his subordinates. He is eleven years old this year. As said in the historical records, Murong Chong is the most beautiful man in the country and the sixteen countries. He even compared the women from the north and south of the river. Only, he knew. When Murong Chong was twelve years old, he would have an experience that he would never forget. Murong Qiusi believed that no one would be able to forget that kind of insult. So, he relented and turned to the child. He wanted to help him.

I promised him, and waited until he went to finish his own business. and came back to fetch him; Leaving the former Yan Palace, perhaps, can avoid that kind of thing.

There are too many poor people in this world, and many people are involuntarily. Powerless. Otherwise, who will be willing to be humiliated. Murong Chong just couldn't fight for himself at his age. So, he promised him. Missed a few days of travel.