Good ^ if & book * bar in the temple of nourishing the heart. The gilded Danding burns Long Yanxiang. The rich smell can't suppress the pungent smell of wine wafting in the air. One hundred and twenty red candles on the lampstand of the crane Zhizhi. Reflecting the emperor's indifferent face as ice.

Wen Hao's tall and majestic body reclined on the golden dragon chair. Dressed in a black brocade dress. Scattered black hair. Holding a golden jue. Gulping down the liquor into his mouth.

The icy liquid that scorched his throat slowly flowed into his lungs. But it can't extinguish the flame of resentment that beats in my heart. So he could only hold his breath. Once again what can be smashed in the temple. It's all smashed clean.

That damn woman. It's a shame that he used to hold her like a jewel. And she is not grateful. For a white Pengfei. I didn't hesitate to disobey him again and again. Provoke him......

Every time I think about it. And he was furious. More crazy smashing things to vent. Otherwise. He couldn't guarantee it. I won't be an impulse. I couldn't help but run to the Zhaoyang Palace. Strangled that heartless little thing to death.

"Hehe......" Wen Hao looked up and smiled bitterly. The corners of his red eyes glowed with sparkling waves. I really don't know what kind of enmity I had with her in my previous life. Now such revenge. Let him love and hate. It's like a trick.

Xizi saw him with a pained expression on his face. Hurriedly helped him. Persuaded: "Your Majesty. You need to take care of your dragon's body. Why don't you go and find Shen Guiren to accompany you?"

"Don't go." Wen Hao snorted.' Snapped and dropped the golden jue in his hand. The aroma of wine is overflowing.

Followed by. Suddenly pulled out the dragon and phoenix sword hanging on the wall. Drunken steps staggered and danced in the temple.

He used his straight sword blade to slash the ornate furnishings of the hall. While whistling. Vent the resentment in your heart and the itchy bone-eating lovesickness.

"There's a beautiful woman. See it and never forget; Not seen for a day. Thinking like crazy."

"Feng Fei soars. Seeking the phoenix from all over the world; Helpless beauty. Not in the East Wall."

"Will be a substitute. Talk about heartfelt writing; See Xu Xi one day. Comfort me...... Hehe...... See you on the day. When will I see Xu .......," he muttered rhetorically. Drunk and hazy. The long sword is in his hand like a cold sword frost moon. The dance hall was full of murderous atmosphere.

The palace people were so frightened by the emperor's crazy look that they desperately retreated. Scatter around like a flock of frightened birds.

Xizi was also shocked when he watched from the sidelines. I always feel that the emperor's state at the moment is a little wrong. Busy huddled behind him at one. The little eunuch with a frightened face said, "Hurry up and go out of the palace to invite Murong Hou. Hurry up ......"

"Huh." The little eunuch replied in a trembling voice. After speaking. He staggered and fled from the Heart Cultivation Temple.

"May words be worthy of virtue. hand in hand; Don't fly. to my death......... Don't fly ........ Let me fall to ........" Wen Hao was still talking drunk. The sword in his hand will not stop. Where the sword wind passed. None were spared. The case fell apart several times. Cups and plates of refreshments are in disarray.

It was the first time in his life that he had gone drunk. For more than a month. Ming Shen's voice and smile have always lingered in his mind. This acacia is like a maggot attached to the bone. Day and night chewing and gnawing on his restless heart. The longing to see her. It's getting more and more like a frenzy and it's hard to suppress.

He's drunk. Also love tired. After some catharsis. Standing in front of the window with his hands in hand. Looking at the bright moon in the sky. The mood was desolate: "Even if you are at the top. What's the point? The wind is blowing. It's chilling."

...

When I received a message from the palace. Murong Fan was holding his wife Ye Mei in the warm tent of Furong and churning the red waves. Good things were disturbed by him. Naturally, my heart is not very happy. But when I heard the little eunuch say that the emperor was drunk and smashing things. Suddenly there was interest.

Ever since he got acquainted with Wen Hao. I never saw him drunk. So I packed up and went to the palace. Can't wait to see it. Such a cold and arrogant person. Gaffes and drunken madness should be like this.

Arrived at the door of the Heart Cultivation Temple. Murong Fan retreated. I walked in leisurely alone. I saw the whole temple full of tragic scenes. I couldn't help but stroke my forehead and said regretfully: "Tsk. Blue and white vase on a sunny day after rain. The case of the golden silk nanmu. Tang Sancai's teacup. Exquisite porcelain plates from Song kilns........ Congratulations to the Emperor. You're smashing a city tonight."

"Why are you here?" Wen Hao asked angrily. Turning around the face of ice. Stared at Murong Fan, who was dressed in a purple robe in front of him. There is wind blowing in through the window. Lifted his black robe, and flew up with a rustle. It highlights his loneliness even more.

Murong Fan is the most sensitive person. Take a look at Wen Hao's face. You know it's not good. Busy showing a smile that is brighter than a flower. His eyes rolled and he said, "Weichen entered the palace to talk to the emperor about things. But it seems that Weichen is a bit out of time. Then Weichen should retire first. I'll talk to the emperor another day."

The little eunuch sent by Xizi only said that the emperor was drunk and smashed things. But he didn't say that the emperor was holding a sword and slashing indiscriminately. It's like eating people. Is this called drunken madness? This is the fury of thunder is good.

Come on. He couldn't control a scene like this. Or leave early. Go back to the house and sleep with a soft and lovely wife. lest the emperor's temper flare up again after a while. It was such an innocent and kind person as him.

Just as Murong Fan turned around. Rejoice that you easily escaped from danger. Wen Hao suddenly snorted coldly: "Stop!"

Murong Fan stopped when he heard this. It's a bitterness in my heart. Although he and the emperor are brothers-like friends. But a companion is like a tiger. It really stimulated the nerves of this dude. He just had to go away without food.

"I have something to ask you." Wen Hao said hoarsely and weakly. The whole person sat on the kang couch under the window. His eyes were slightly distracted.

Murong Fan walked over cautiously. The main thing is that there are too many pieces of broken wood on the ground. So he can go all the way through. Thanks to the steady pace. to get to Wen Hao.

He swept the debris off the couch with his sleeve. Sit across from Wen Hao. While cleaning up the broken teacups on the table. I raised my eyes to peek at his expression. Curiously asked, "What does the emperor want to ask Weichen?"

Wen Hao raised his eyes and glanced at Murong Fan coldly. frowned and said nothing. In the heart of the dark lining. When the Chinese New Year's Eve charm is her own personal maid. He didn't eat less dry vinegar on the side. Later, I learned that I had nothing to do with the Night Charm. And the person that Night Charm loves in her heart is him later. It's not in the past of the night charm.

So he really wanted to ask Murong Fan. If the Night Charm is always close to him now. Will Murong Fan be jealous because of this?

But I thought about it again. He is the king of a nation. He even asked the ministers about such trivial things. Let him have no face?

And Murong Fan, this kid. At the moment, I am waiting to see his jokes. If you ask it out. will definitely be ridiculed by him. When the time comes, where should I put my own face?

Think about it. Wen Hao's eyes narrowed gradually. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Get out. I don't want to ask you."

Wenyan. Murong Fan's name is a qi knot. I finally had a chance to listen to the emperor's gossip. That's it. That's not unreasonable, isn't it? However, the emperor's destiny is greater than the sky. I don't dare to provoke him. So he smiled. Pretended to make a kneeling position. Turn around and walk outside.

Hum. Drag what to drag. Even if he doesn't say it. also knew that he was eating the vinegar of Shen Guiren and Bai Pengfei. will make yourself impetuous. I don't know what to do with it.

Hey. He Murong Fan was the most experienced in this kind of thing. But the sky is really eye-catching. Your Majesty, Your Majesty. Didn't expect you to have today.

...

When Ming Shen saw Wen Hao again. It is at the banquet of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Originally, she was a little nobleman. Now I am out of favor and sick in bed. It's a concubine again. also has a grudge with her sister-in-law, who is the queen. By common sense. is not eligible. I went to such a celebratory banquet in the palace.

But on the night of August 15. Li Yu swaggered into the Zhaoyang Palace. conveyed the will of Empress Wan. Regardless of Mingshen's long-term illness. Strong orders she must be there tonight.

In desperation, Ming Shen had to get up from the bed. Bathing and changing clothes. Dress up in the mirror.

Wen Hao once said angrily. She is not allowed to appear in his sight again. Otherwise, they will destroy her with their own hands. Come to think of it. She was a little scared in her heart. I don't know after he sees her tonight. Will you still be as angry as you were that night?

But. The thought of seeing him. Instigated Ming Shen to go bravely. Thereupon. She picked out a brightly colored orange-red orange-stemmed twig satin robe from her closet and changed it into. and ordered Qiu Gui to tie Wen Hao's favorite tuxedo for her. Then insert a few jade steps and shake them in the bun. Wear earrings of the same color with tassels. This time clean up and dress up. The whole person seems to be much more energetic. Put the heavy sickness. Pressed hard.

"Master. Add some color. The emperor saw it. Would love it." Qiu Gui said with a smile. He took a thin piece of red paper and handed it to her.

Take it and put it in your mouth and take a sip. His pale face suddenly brightened. Ming Shen looked at the mirror a few times with satisfaction. Suddenly, his eyes rolled. smiled and ordered: "Go and bring the pearl gold collar that the emperor gave me on the wedding night. I'm wearing it tonight."

"Good. The minions are going to get it." Qiu Gui's face was overjoyed. I didn't expect the master to finally figure it out. After tonight. The glory of the Zhaoyang Hall will all come back. But that's not important. Important. The master will never be worse because of his worries again.

...

The moon shines on the Mid-Autumn Festival. Qinghui sprinkled on this heavy palace. Far away in the Hall of Changle. A grand and luxurious palace banquet was staged. The voice of the ministers congratulating long live faintly. Immediately afterwards, the sound of sheng flute and silk and bamboo fluttered up. It's like a fairy. Ni Dress Colorful Clothes. Lupine Flying Flowers. Red tooth sandalwood board. Staggered. A prosperous era is beginning to appear.

A thousand golden rewards are given like water. Gold and silver jewelry. Silk satin. The generous gift of the emperor. Showing the royal grace of heaven. Win the joy of a concubine. Gentlemen and ministers have fun.

Ming Shen was deliberately placed in a very inconspicuous position. can only stare at Wen Hao who is reclining on the main seat from a distance. It can be vaguely seen that he has lost a little weight. But that doesn't affect his suaveness.

A bright yellow satin robe covered with nine dragons on his vigorous body can be seen. Wearing a shining red gold crown of nine dragons. The straight bridge of the nose reveals fortitude. The flying thick eyebrows are domineering. Such an extraordinary young character. It is also the honorable Ninety-Five. Look at a group of concubines and show girls. They are all excited. Competing for his side eyes.

But their minds seem to have been in vain. Wen Hao didn't seem to look up at them. Instead, he lowered his cold owl eyes. Holding a golden jue in his hand and drinking a big gulp. Slightly reddened between the eyebrows. Exuding a slightly drunken romantic color.

Beside him sat Empress Wan. The queen's fragrant yarn is embroidered with eight phoenix robes. Golden glow in candlelight. Extraordinary. On his head he wears a phoenix crown made of precious stones. Reflecting bright and dignified makeup. Although the delivery is imminent. The body is bulky. But the whole person is still like a peony in full bloom and angry on the splendid gold leaf. Tianxiang national color.

The lower left position of the queen's seat. An exception was made to set up a separate seat.

There was a sixteen-year-old woman sitting there. Wearing a gold shirt with narrow sleeves. Lined with ten ice silk moon dresses. The head is hanging and the beads are missing the moon hairpin. The skin is bright and the snow is sunny. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the rain contains spring. The face is like water, and the peach is condensed with wind dew. The eyes turn to the streamer with the bright pearl.

From afar. The slender waist can't help but be windy. A little bit of powder. Such a style is peerless. It must be the most favored Lancai person at the moment!