Meng Fusheng was amused by him, and held his forehead and laughed tremblingly.

Mu Shengyun didn't know what was funny about what he said, let alone why he laughed, he was laughing so rampantly, scratching his head with some doubts, could it be that Du Tianyun had drugged him just now, what kind of poison made people laugh.

After Mu Shengyun said this, Meng Fusheng laughed even louder, and tears burst into tears.

After Du Tianyun was so angry that he came out of the prison, he went to the palace, but his imperial nephew did his best to deal with the twists and turns in the imperial study.

He pushed away the eunuch who was about to stop him, pushed the door open, laughed wildly against the light, and shouted to him, "Zhen'er." ”

Du Weizhen frowned, his mood was not good, since listening to Mu Shengyun's words, he hadn't lost his temper with the palace people for a long time, and when he was upset, he temporarily put it down to the imperial garden to take a walk and relax.

Now he was in a low mood, thinking that he would take a break after reading the book at hand, and when he was disturbed, no one would be too happy, and even more so that he didn't want to see it at all.

But even so, he tried his best to suppress the desire to lose his temper, and patiently asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Du Tianyun approached step by step, his smile became more and more evil, "I'm here to make a deal with you." ”

"Oh?" Du Weizhen's expression was gloomy, and his breathing was a little short, "This palace doesn't think there is any deal to do with you, please go back." ”

His idea of driving people away is undisguised, and his attitude of boredom is also very obvious, if he is an interested person, he should have left a long time ago.

But coincidentally, the person in front of him is not an interesting person, on the contrary, he prefers to add fuel to the fire.

Du Tianyun raised his eyebrows carelessly, and with just one sentence, Du Weizhen was furious.

He said: "Zhen'er guessed correctly, I'm not your imperial uncle, I know you suspect me, but anyway, Zhen'er, you can't find evidence of your imperial uncle, and you can't get rid of me, on the contrary, if we continue to fight, sooner or later people will benefit from the fisherman." It doesn't matter if I am, but you're different. But I'm not so bad, I want to fight to the death, if Zhen'er is willing to be married to me by Yan'er, I am willing to let go of everything here, take Yan'er away and fly away, and never return to the imperial city, does Zhen'er think this deal is fair or unfair? ”

Du Tianyun seemed to be smiling, and Du Weizhen's eyes were red with anger.

"Du Tianyun, you are so bold!"

Du Weizhen's mind was dizzy, and he smashed the fold in his hand at him without looking at it, and the force was so strong that a sharp sound of breaking the wind hung in mid-air, and there was no doubt that if Du Tianyun dodged and played for a second, his head would be bleeding.

Du Tianyun was not angry at all, and continued to provoke: "Why is Zhen'er so angry? Are you dissatisfied with Uncle Huang's conditions? In this case, if you agree to marry Yan'er to me, we will be a family, and I will have a lot of power in my hands, and I can lend it to you when the time comes, right, my brother-in-law. ”

"Get out!" Du Weizhen couldn't help but be angry, obvious green tendons broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were densely bloodshot, "If you don't get out again, don't blame me." ”

Du Tianyun was also a little scared when he saw him like this, and left in a hurry after leaving the sentence "Uncle Huang is waiting for your reply".

Du Weizhen cleaned up the table neatly and swept it off, the bloodshot in his eyes had not faded, he was both angry and guilty, he was not as powerful as his father, he couldn't even fight Du Tianyun, and let the imperial sister be insulted by this person, if he had the opportunity, he would definitely make Du Tianyun pay the price!

Du Tianyun stopped his hurried pace after leaving the imperial study for a distance, looking left and right as if he was walking in the palace, and his expression was very leisurely.

Whoever makes him unhappy, he will also make people unhappy, this is still the first step, Meng Fusheng, wait.

Du Tianyun showed a cruel smile on his face, gently folded off a delicate and pink wood hibiscus, stored it in his palm, slowly and gently retracted, and when he let go again, the broken petals fell one by one, like a beautiful woman who had died of incense.

Life in prison was boring, and even the jailers had no freedom during working hours, so they had to huddle in a small place with their companions and talk about the world.

On this day, the three jailers gathered together and chatted enthusiastically.

"Eh, Zhao Laosan, have you heard? The crown prince wants to marry the princess to the prince. ”

"What? Aren't princesses and princes uncles and nephews? How can you get married? This is not tolerated. ”

"Where is the royal matter so simple, isn't it just an uncle and nephew? Do you know the former Emperor of the Wasteland? I heard that there is a concubine in his harem who is his sister and sister, and there are all kinds of brothers and sisters, not to mention uncles and nephews. ”

"Tsk, the royal family is really messy, but what are we worried about?"

After speaking, a few people laughed, and their voices were not loud at all, and they couldn't hear them at all if they stood far away with bad ears.

But Meng Fusheng is an exception, his strong martial arts make his ears better than ordinary people, and after hearing the word princess, he unconsciously put his ears up, and listened to the conversation between the three of them, his expression became more and more frightened.

What do you mean? Du Tianyun wants to marry Yan'er?

Meng Fusheng's heart is like a small boat in a storm, without any support, it is swayed at will in the boundless sea, as if it will be completely submerged in the next second, sinking into the dark and uninhabited deep seabed, and there is no sound.

Although he no longer had the luxury of being with Yan'er, after hearing her news, she still couldn't maintain even a little calm.

Meng Fusheng shook the iron chain in his hand and smashed it on the iron rod, making a crisp sound, louder than loud, and it had reached the point of deafening in the back, and the heads of those who listened to it hurt.

Those jailers didn't dare to do anything to this ancestor, they endured it and endured it, and finally they couldn't help it, and pushed someone out and asked him to persuade Meng Fusheng to be quiet.

The man hesitated and walked in slowly, with a bitter expression as if who was forcing Liang to become a prostitute, and when he walked a step away from the old door, he stabilized his figure, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Lord Meng, you are too noisy like this!" ”

Meng Fusheng didn't hear it, but knocked harder, making people's temples throb, and the jailers covered their ears one after another.

The man felt that he hadn't heard, so he took half a step closer and said louder, "Lord Meng!" Please don't knock! ”

At this moment, Meng Fusheng suddenly made a sound, grabbed him by the neck and dragged him over.

The man slammed into the iron, and the key on his waist was taken away in the next second, only to hear a clang, and the lock opened.

Meng Fusheng walked out of it, threw the person in his hand to the ground with a black face, and was about to go out.