Wang Meiren entered the courtyard, stepped forward, grabbed Meng Meiren's arm, and said affectionately, "My sister is pregnant with a dragon heir, my sister should have come over to congratulate earlier." It's just that I'm afraid of disturbing my sister's tranquility, so I've been visiting in the future. I hope my sister will bear with me. ”

The weather is sunny and warm, and Gong E prepares apricot crisp tea, jujube cake, cheese pie, lychee, cherry...

Meng Meiren joined hands with Wang Meiren and sat on their knees on the chaise longue. Meng Meiren is wearing a light blue skirt, with light eyebrows, and the ice is clear and elegant.

Wang Meiren looked at the lotus-like Meng Meiren, and her heart moved. "I just went to the Qiluan Palace, and I heard the two ladies talk about the Bamboo Forest Pavilion..."

Wang Meiren spoke very slowly, observing Meng Meiren's expression. Meng Mei's heart is open-minded, and the Bamboo Forest Pavilion is not what she asked Her Majesty to investigate thoroughly, Your Majesty's mind is Your Majesty's business.

Meng Meiren frowned slightly; "Sister, I'm worried about this matter, after all, the Bamboo Forest Pavilion cultivated me, but I can't do anything."

Wang Meiren comforted, "My sister is pregnant with a dragon heir, if she thinks too much, it will not be good for Huang'er." Everything depends on her own creation, if there is really an evil deed, the court should also rectify it. ”

"Yesterday Your Majesty came back and told me about an incident in the past, and Your Majesty also said that the courtier who recounted the incident was old and faint. What I said was inconsistent. ”

Wang Meiren picked up the white jade cup, and Meng Meiren's words made her heart beat uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty is talking about the past of a thin woman and an infatuated man. I was embarrassed to hear it. There is such a vicious and unrighteous woman in the world. ”

Wang Meiren was sick in her heart, her hands trembled slightly, the tea cup was tilted, and the tea was sprinkled on the skirt, she didn't know it.

Meng Meiren's voice seemed to come from a long distance. She didn't seem to feel everything around her, but on a warm summer day, she was like falling into an ice cellar.

The apricot crisp tea was dripping and spilling on the skirt, and the boiling tea burned the delicate skin through the thin skirt. Wang Meiren didn't feel the pain at all.

The thorn in her heart, the thorn she had been covering all along, was pulled out and spread out in front of her bloodily. Sooner or later, you will have to pay it back.

"Hehe," Wang Meiren sneered, laughing at her own ruthless past. laughed at the woman opposite, saw her gaffe, but didn't make a sound to remind.

"Sister, didn't burn you, did you?" Meng Meiren's smoky eyes were full of concern. She lowered her long eyelashes, hiding the smile from her eyes.

Last night's dream should be here. Wang Meiren's eyes were full of tears, she was not hiding her emotions, what else was she hiding, her gaffe was enough to explain everything.

She stood up, and the teacup fell to the ground, shattering in response. "I'll go back to the palace and take my leave." She didn't even have a pleasant greeting, and left quickly, running away.

Meng Meiren got up slowly and made a gesture to send him off. Wang Meiren had already walked away, looking at Wang Meiren who fled in embarrassment, Meng Meiren's eyes and eyebrows were smiling.

It's good that today's chance gathering actually brought out an old past. Interesting, Meng Meiren is in a good mood.

On this day, beautiful singing often flies out of the Mingxia Palace. She was looking forward to Wu Zong's return, and she was looking forward to telling Wu Zong about her and Wang Meiren's occasional get-together.

If people don't know, they can't do it unless they do. She was a tooth for a tooth for the unfortunate infatuated man. She is accumulating good deeds.

Wang Meiren was in a trance all the way, and when she arrived at the door of the Mingguang Palace, she stretched out her hand to climb the head of the copper shop, and she seemed to exhaust all her strength all her strength all the way to run.

The maid carefully helped Wang Meiren back to the dormitory. The beauty's eyes were hollow, and she didn't know what kind of uproar today's gaffe would cause when it reached Wu Zong's ears.

Zhou Yu handed over a fold to the court, which was related to the Bamboo Forest Pavilion. Wu Zong was displeased, and Zhou Yu jumped out to cry out for the Bamboo Forest Pavilion.

After the dispersal of the court, the chamberlain came over, "Please go to the Zichen Palace." Zhou Yu stayed, and followed the attendant to the Zichen Hall with brisk steps.

Those who can go to the Zichen Hall to discuss matters are all important ministers of the imperial court. Zhou Yu was overjoyed in his heart that His Majesty was able to summon him in the Zichen Palace.

"Wechen knocks to see Your Majesty." Zhou Yu kowtowed under the steps. Zhou Yu raised his head and looked at the pair of Panlong Dynasty boots.

Wu Zong sat on a high throne with sharp eyes and stared at the handsome young man in front of him.

"Zhou Yu, do you know it's wrong?"

Zhou Yu raised his face, and the young emperor on the throne did not look good. I was wrong? What did I do wrong? Zhou Yu self-reflected. Didn't do anything? In the morning, I took a recital.

Is there a problem with the fold? Zhou Yu's brain was running rapidly. "Weichen knows that he is wrong, please punish His Majesty."

Wu Zong was very angry, he chose you one out of thousands of miles, did not think about serving the country with dedication, and went to the brothel to show his deep affection.

A guy who doesn't want to make progress, a guy who is romantic, how can he rest assured that he will hand over Langning to such a guy. Wu Zong was disappointed and angry.

"I read hard in the cold window, and once the title of the gold list. didn't want to serve the court loyally, but he was involved with the brothel woman. Wu Zong reprimanded.

Zhou Yu slandered, you don't still include the Qinglou women in the harem, only the emperor is allowed to set fires, and the courtiers are not allowed to light the lamps. He was just thinking about it.

A few more rings, bangs, bangs. Wechen knew he was wrong. Let Your Majesty punish you. However, as far as the women I contacted were concerned, I also praised the bustard for her pity, saying that her way of managing girls was very humane. According to Weichen's observation, the Bamboo Forest Pavilion is not suspected of forcing Liang to become a prostitute. ”

"Hehe," Wu Zong sneered, "Zhou Qing is worthy of being left behind, speaking up with righteousness, and being a hero to save the beauty." ”

Zhou Yu pestled the ground with his head, and the pestle was there. The saint has a lot of opinions about him, and Zhou Yu reflects on where he disobeys the holy will. Does a piece of music have such a big response?

The chamberlain reported, "Prime Minister Li Deyu came to see him." ”

Zhou Yu lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "Weichen retreated." He bowed down and slowly withdrew.

If he hadn't been included in Wu Zong's reserve list for Lang Ning's son-in-law, Wu Zong would not have been happier than him. People are not adulterous teenagers.

If you want Princess Shang to enter the royal family, you must have high standards and strict requirements.

Jiang Yao has a tendon, he doesn't want to give him face. Zhou Yu went in and out of Fireworks Willow Lane again. You talk about it, you can go there, and you still make a big fanfare, and you play a twist, which is like a demonstration in the eyes of Wu Zong.

"The students meet the Prime Minister." Zhou Yu and Li Xiang passed by, and Zhou Yu took a deep look. Li Xiang returned the salute.

"Li Aiqing, give me a seat." Wu Zong's serious face softened.

"Your Majesty, a letter from the dog to his family, which involves some developments in the feudal town. Weichen seems to have a very important matter, and he does not dare to make a decision, so he has come to ask His Majesty. ”

The chamberlain presented it to Wu Zong, Wu Zong looked at it carefully, and looked at it line by line, Wu Zong's expression became solemn.

It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, does the feudal town think you can do whatever you want? He Wuzong sat on the throne, not frightened, he wanted to see what kind of play he wanted to sing in the feudal town?

"According to Li Gong's opinion, should he wait and see what happens, or will the imperial court take the initiative to attack and catch him off guard?" Wu Zong handed the letterhead to the chamberlain.