State of Chu, 230 AD, on the outskirts of Kyoto.

King Chen's wind desert Chen rode his horse galloping, the windswept robes hunted, and the shouts of the soldiers behind him rang out, "Kill it, kill it......"

Feng Mochen's beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the long hair behind him was tangled in the wind, and the front hooves of the war horse under his crotch stood up to the sky from the ground, neighing and screaming.

He raised the bow and arrow in his hand without hesitation, drew the bow into a full moon with two fingers, and looked coldly at the roaring tiger in front of him.

The woman was dressed strangely, only to see her long black hair scattered over her shoulders, her clear pupils flowing like a crystal luster in the sun, and her beige clothes were almost stained red with blood.

Looking at the dangerous beast in front of her, the woman didn't seem to be afraid, she took a few steps back, and the black hidden weapon in her hand tightened a little.

The tiger seemed to be cornered, looking at Feng Mochen's feather arrows ready to attack, he roared and pounced on the woman in the long coat closest to it, and the people around him screamed, no one could bear to die in the mouth of the tiger for such a beautiful woman who had fallen into the country.

The woman's clear pupils constricted, and there was no frightened expression on her delicate face, and the hidden weapon in her hand was held high in both hands, and when the tiger was about to bite her, the hidden weapon in her hand suddenly made a loud noise.

With a "bang", it was earth-shattering, accompanied by the strong smell of gunpowder, and the tiger fell to the ground and kept pumping.

Everyone was there, Feng Mochen's heart was deeply shocked by the loud noise, looking at the woman's eyes, he had a moment, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, he turned over and dismounted.

The woman struggled to get up, looking at the oncoming Feng Mochen, she took a few steps back vigilantly, and clenched the blood-stained pistol in her hand.

Feng Mochen sensed her hostility, and stood there, standing tall in the wind, holding his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "Girl, you are not lightly injured......

The woman slowly retreated, but the hostility still did not subside, she held a pistol in her right hand, covered her bleeding shoulder with her left hand, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Feng Mochen stepped forward again, his slender phoenix eyes jumping with a soft light that even he hadn't noticed yet, "Girl, I'm not hostile......"

The woman raised her hand and raised her pistol at the man, her cold eyes were cold and piercing, "Don't move, take another step forward, be careful of your head!" ”

Feng Mochen saw the power of the secret weapon in her hand with her own eyes, and did not dare to step forward again, watching her slender figure disappear into the wilderness, the strings that had never been opened in her heart seemed to be fluctuating with a bang.

With his hands clasped to his mouth, he shouted to the slender back, "Girl, my name is Feng Mochen, and my heart is like a long-cherished wish when I first knew it......

The woman's figure seemed to stagnate for a moment, her long black hair drew a beautiful arc behind her, and she turned around slightly, her face no longer had that hostile expression, but her eyes were still cold.

She turned slowly, the man's magnetic voice echoing in her ears, and she walked off without looking back.

Feng Mochen pursed his thin lips, turned around, and said firmly, "Mo Yan, go find out the details of that girl, and give a dowry gift on behalf of this king!" ”

The accompanying guards knelt on the ground, and the sound of congratulations resounded through the clouds.

The woman in the trench coat is named Mu Qi, 16 years old, a military academy student in the 21st century, on the way home, she was kidnapped by gangsters, and in the process of struggling, she snatched the pistol in the hands of the gangsters, and was shot and crossed here.

In the year 232 AD, the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the day of the autumn equinox, the state of Chu, Kyoto.

On this day, the street was very lively, and the people almost poured out of the city, and there were people talking about the wedding of King Chen and the second lady of the Bai family along the way.

Almost all the people of Chu know that King Chen is in love with Bai Qingluan, the eldest lady of the Bai family, and he has already written two years ago, but the eldest lady of the Bai family married into the palace as a concubine a year ago.

In order to make up for the invincible god of war King Chen of Chu State, the emperor married Bai Liruo, the second lady of the Bai family, to King Chen, and Bai Yunfei, the eldest son of the Bai family, was also named the general of Zhennan and stationed in southern Fujian with 10,000 elite soldiers.

The glory of the Bai family was unmatched in the Chu State for a while.

Just look at the red makeup on the street from the Bai General's Mansion to the Chenwang Mansion, and it is more than ten miles, red silk flowers, and firecrackers; The lanterns are colorful, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the procession of welcoming relatives stretches from the East Street of Kyoto to the back alleys of the palace.

Bai Liruo became the object of envy of all women in the entire Chu State for a while. She has the beauty of Alluring City, a strong background, and a powerful but handsome husband like a god.

The cold marble floor reflects the moonlight in the room, and the quiet moonlight pours down from the carved windows, dappling the ground.

Behind the third bead curtain, there is a relief bronze mirror, the smooth mirror surface, reflecting the hazy beauty of the bedroom. Adjacent to the bronze mirror is an embroidered screen, behind which is a nine-foot ivory bed.

The gums are extravagant, and every little decoration reflects the owner's extraordinary taste. In the middle of the bed, sat the bride Bai Liruo, the woman with a phoenix crown and a thin and weak, and she sat on the happy bed with her fingers twisted uneasily.

The door with the word "Xi" on it squeaked open, and a man dressed in a crimson groom's outfit strode in.

I saw that his sword eyebrows were as horizontal as cloud sideburns, phoenix eyes were not angry but mighty, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips were pursed, his facial features were picturesque, his tall and slender figure, and his aggressive and cold breath, this man was handsome and could take away the soul of any woman.

Feng Mochen strode close to the bride, his indifferent eyes glanced up and down at the bride, and saw her uneasiness in his eyes. waved down the wedding scale handed by the bride, and Feng Mochen unceremoniously lifted the big red hijab on Bai Liruo's head.

The action was extremely rude, and the Xi Niang on the side retracted a few steps in fright, and Feng Mochen's cold voice sounded beside her, "Get out--"

The bride didn't dare to raise her head, so she bent down and picked up the wedding scale, took a few steps back, and bowed down.

Only Bai Liruo and Feng Mochen were left in the huge new house, Bai Liruo was even more uneasy, twisting the corners of his clothes, biting his lower lip, feeling his endless anger, and didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Feng Mochen.

Feng Mo Chenjun's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his good-looking phoenix eyes were full of mocking smiles, and his big palm pinched Bai Liruo's jaw, forcing her to stand up, "What?" Princess, are you shy? ”

Bai Liruo's face turned pale, he slowly raised his eyes, and saw the hatred in Feng Mochen's eyes, and his heart shrank suddenly, this man hated her so much? She didn't provoke him......

Feng Mochen pinched Bai Liruo's hand and slowly moved it down, and finally came to her slender neck, suddenly stepped up his strength, successfully looked at Bai Liruo's white face flushed, smiled coldly, his big palm was slightly released, and moved down again, to her embroidered collar.

Bai Liruo's red silk shirt turned into pieces in his big palm, her delicate body trembled in the moonlight, the man's sudden movement made her little face pale, and the cold sweat of the bean kept oozing.

Feng Mochen looked at the blood stains on his fingers and smiled, his deep eyes were as cold as frost, "Yes, it's ......"

Bai Liruo was ashamed and angry, her lower lip had been bitten bloody, she hugged her body and curled up in the corner of the bed, looking at Feng Mochen like a frightened little white rabbit, the pain of tearing was still there, and her eyes were full of tears, "If the prince doubts the reputation of his concubine, he can send his concubine back to Baifu with a piece of paper." ”

"How can it be so cheap?" Feng Mochen began to take off his clothes, he took them off very slowly, and with each piece he took off, the cold color on his face increased by one point.

Bai Liruo shrank back, kept retreating, Feng Mochen's long arm fished out, and he had already pressed Bai Liruo under him.

His evil cheeks were full of mockery, and the fingers on her arm kept straining, and the cold voice came indifferently, "Accept me--"

The gums "creak......

The luxurious bronze mirror reflected the eyes of Feng Mochen and the trembling woman under him, and the moonlight seemed to be much dimmer, hiding in the clouds and covering her face. This night, the second lady of the Bai family, who was beautiful in the entire Chu country, was humiliated until she fainted to death on the bed.

Feng Mochen looked at the beautiful and frowning on the bed, Bai Liruo, who had a pale face, frowned slightly, he was bored, so he fainted, he was in a mood for a while, quickly got dressed, strode out of Chen Hexuan's bedroom, and walked towards the concubine's courtyard, Fenhua Courtyard.

The Fenhua Monastery was inhabited by one of his most favored concubines, Lofen, a cardamom man, beautiful and good-natured. He likes kind women, and once, like many powerful people, he liked the kind of women with wild claws, such as Bai Qingluan, the eldest lady of the Bai family.

But then ......

Feng Mochen sneered at the wind, the autumn wind held up the black hair behind his head, and now he changed into a purple slim robe, with intricate auspicious cloud thorn dark patterns on the neckline and cuffs, and black boots. In the moonlight, he was as beautiful as a hurtful blade, making people afraid to take a step closer. Because his beauty is a kind of beauty that makes people desperate and heartbroken.

Chapter 3: The Collapse of the Garden

Luo Fang bowed to the wind desert Chen Yingying who entered the door, and the joy that could not be hidden in her beautiful eyes, the prince actually collapsed her Fanghua residence on the wedding night, what does this mean?

With affection on her eyebrows, Luo Fang helped Feng Mochen take off her coat, her face flushed, "Master, do you need to take a bath first?" ”

Feng Mochen's face was expressionless, and he nodded indifferently, "Hmm." ”

Luo Fang immediately called the maid to fetch water, Feng Mochen was soaked in the water, her slender phoenix eyes were closed, and what appeared in her mind was the arrogant face of the beige woman outside the school in Kyoto two years ago, as well as the powerful secret weapon in her hand.

A pair of delicate and silky hands climbed on his shoulders, he opened his eyes slightly, removed the woman's hand on his shoulder, and ran coldly, "Fang'er, don't you want these hands?" ”

Luo Fang's knees weakened in fright, and he knelt on the ground, "Master, the concubine knows that she is wrong......

Feng Mochen got up, the texture on the honey-colored skin was clear, and the crystal water droplets hung on the golden ratio of the body, wanting to fall without falling, a bewitching picture.

Luo Fang's head drooped lower, his cheeks were as red as burning clouds to the root of his ears, Feng Mochen walked out of the luxurious bathtub indifferently, and his voice was cold, "Take off your clothes, come here--"

Luo Fang's heartbeat intensified, she raised her head shyly, took off her clothes gracefully, and wrapped them around like vines.

Feng Mochen suddenly felt an indescribable sense of boredom.

Suddenly remembering Chen Hexuan's bedroom, Bai Liruo's pale face and her low cry begging for mercy, Feng Mochen suddenly lost interest, got up awe-inspiringly, and began to dress.

Luo Fang didn't know where to make Feng Mochen unhappy for a while, his face covered with fat powder was full of begging and pity, he grabbed the corner of Feng Mochen, and said coquettishly, "Master, Fang'er begs you to stay......"

Feng Mochen shook off her hand in disgust, his brows furrowed into a hill, the fragrance on her body used to be his favorite, I don't know why, since he smelled the natural fragrance of the woman in Chen Hexuan's bedroom, he didn't want to stay by Luo Fang's side for a moment.

Her delicate pretentiousness made him tired of it, and all the women in the palace should be changed, and none of them suited his appetite.

Leaving Fanghuaju in an arrow step, Feng Mochen returned to Chenhexuan's study, kicked the door open, and fell asleep directly on the couch in the study.

It's just that the crisp fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose can't get rid of it, and the face of the weak woman appears in his mind again, he's really crazy, doesn't he like Bai Qingluan anymore?

Bai Qingluan, Bai Liruo, is actually twin sisters, with exactly the same face. It's just that Qingluan will never have that kind of weak look on her face, she will only beat all the subordinates who make her unhappy to cripple, I really don't understand, such a stubborn and rude woman, what does he like about her.

Could it be that when he first met, Qingluan's arrogance and calmness were deeply engraved in his heart? It's a pity that Qingluan has lost his memory and can no longer show the kind of expression that makes his heart pound.

Feng Mochen took out the pistol belonging to Bai Qingluan from his arms, the jet-black color and texture were very strange. At least, it looked strange to him, and he turned the pistol a few times, but he still couldn't see how to use this secret weapon, Bai Qingluan, marry the emperor, do you regret it?

He closed his eyes slightly, and slowly tucked the pistol into his waist.

When Bai Liruo was awake, it was already three poles in the sun, and the personal maid Xiaoman struggled to shake her awake, and her whole body was in pain like a car running over, Bai Liruo got up with Xiaoman's support.

The fair skin was full of traces of humiliation, and Xiao Man's eyes were gloomy, "Miss, Lord Wang, he's not good to you, is he?" ”

Bai Liruo smiled, with a little bitterness, "I have expected this ending, but I have to bear the debts of the Bai family......"

Xiao Man puffed out his mouth while helping her take a bath, "Miss, you are so beautiful, how can the prince bear to torture you?" ”

Bai Liruo smiled lightly, his delicate facial features were as beautiful as a carefully carved ice flower, and the smile on the corner of his lips was more dazzling like a cherry blossom, and the little man who saw it was stunned. The tactful voice was low and elegant, "Beauty will always pass away, and what can be eternal is something invisible." ”

Xiaoman pouted, although the second lady looked the same as the eldest lady, her temperament was diametrically opposite. She has been a slave in the Bai family for ten years, and she has never heard of a second miss in the Bai family, but two years ago, the master brought back the second miss who was exactly the same as the eldest lady, saying that it was his other daughter.

It's not a strange thing for an official to have an illegitimate child outside, but these two young ladies are exactly the same as the eldest young lady, but they are really strange, and because of this, no one doubts the identity of the second young lady.

After Bai Liruo got out of the bath, she put on her clothes under Xiaoman's waiting, and her stunning appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror: hibiscus face, picturesque eyebrows, starry eyes and nose, lips like Zhu Dan, and a small and thin chin. Dressed in a light red gauze robe, the head full of green silk is curled into a daiyue bun, and a silver spike is inserted obliquely. The rest of the green silk hung straight down the back of the head, like a black waterfall, and it looked like a watery luster from a distance.

She held the same color light veil in her hand, pulled off an agate hairpin on the back of her head and put it on the dressing table, and said gently, "Don't wear so much jewelry, you have a headache." ”

Bai Liruo has always liked plain colors, and even the light red gauze skirt on her body was worn under Xiaoman's persecution, if it wasn't for the first day of the wedding, she would never wear this bright color.

The flower hall of the palace was in an uproar, Feng Mochen was lying on the tiger skin couch, with warm nephrite in his arms, and two delicate beauties were waiting on the left and right, his phoenix eyes were half narrowed, biting the grapes handed over by the plain and elegant beauty.

Not to be outdone, the stunning beauty Danji handed the glass wine glass to Feng Mochen's lips, her eyes were like silk, and she snorted, "Master, take a sip......

Feng Mochen did not refuse, took a sip of wine, and when Bai Liruo walked into the flower hall, the uproar stopped abruptly. The noisy concubines below all quieted down, some showed disdain, some covered their mouths and snickered, looking at Bai Liruo gloatingly.

The new concubine is not favored, and it has already spread throughout the palace, and the most proud one is Luo Fang.

When everyone saw the princess walking into the flower hall, none of them planned to stand up and salute. But Bai Liruo, bowed to Feng Mochen Yingying, and said expressionlessly, "Concubine, see the prince." ”

Feng Mochen sneered, sat up slightly straight, squinted and mocked, "The princess is so big, King Laoben is waiting here." ”

Bai Liruo's head hung lower, avoiding his shocked gaze, "The concubine is lazy, please punish the prince." ”

Feng Mochen's smile was even bigger, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and he looked like a cold chill to the bone, and his voice was indeed full of banter, "The princess is serious, it's all the people who don't wait well--"

His eyes lit up, his eyes were like poisonous silver needles, and his tone was extremely bad, "Come on, beat Chen and Xuan's subordinates on duty to death--"

Xiao Man knelt on the ground with a frightened "plop", and couldn't say anything to plead, so he could only look at Bai Liruo with tears in his eyes.