◣ Latest chapter Baidu search ◢ ╰  ╮ good if the book ╭  ╯ Shen Concubine was imprisoned by Wenxuan blocked the news. Only claimed that the concubine was suffering from a vicious disease. Resting is required. And Bai Pengfei is here. Finally after half a month of defending the city. Wait for the belated crusade of the army.

Half a month ago. Wen Hao received the head of the pebble. Conclude that something must have happened to Ming Shen in the palace. So he set off with his army without delay. Coming to the outside of Kyoto at a swift pace. and encamped fifty miles outside the city.

He settled everything down delicately. There will be no more movement. Nor did they send anyone to provoke and declare war. It's just that they have formed a mutual confrontation with the Bai family.

This war. It looks like it can't be beaten. And it seems to be on the verge of triggering.

Inside the white camp tent. Wen Hao wore an ink-robbed slanted chair on a couch covered with tiger skins. The distribution map of the palace was casually unfolded. The ink eyes were full of hesitation.

He lived his life. On the battlefield, he never relented in his decision. Strategizing is not at all dragging mud and water. And now the soldiers are coming to the city. but he was reluctant to send troops. It's just that he hasn't seen his Shen'er yet.

He seemed a little scared. According to the temperament of the second brother. It should rather be crushed. Nor is it complete. If that's really the case. Then Shen'er's situation is even more dangerous. And if he sends troops to attack the city now. When the time comes, the sword will have no eyes. Even if he ordered that Shen'er should not be killed. Those who want to put their children to death. I will definitely take advantage of the chaos to kill her.

So Wen Hao has already made up his mind in his heart. Emperor Xuanwen did not send Concubine Shen to him for a day. And he did not send an army for a day. Anyway, it was only a matter of moments to break through the Imperial City. He's not in a hurry for this either. What he wants is for Shen'er to come over intact and accompany him for the rest of his life.

While he was pondering. The tent was quietly lifted. A woman dressed in black slipped in silently. She has a face that is exactly the same as that of Moonlight. It's just that the rhyme is completely different. One is coquettish and lovely. One is indeed mature and capable.

Night Charm poured Wen Hao a glass of cold wine and served it. Yanran smiled: "Master. Minions have followed you since childhood. It's the first time I've seen you so hesitant. The charm of that Shen Fei. It's really a city. It's hard for our Rui Wang Army to move."

Wen Hao was silent. Slender fingers take the blue and white wine glass and play with it. The body exudes a cold and arrogant light.

Nightglow bowed her head slightly. I know that I have transgressed. But he couldn't help but persuade: "Master. Our food and grass are only enough to last for about three months. You've been delayed for more than half a month. In case something happens to your life. The consequences will be unimaginable. Please also ask the master to take care of the overall situation. Tomorrow I will give the order to send troops to attack the city."

"Whoever asks you to say this." Wen Hao put down his wine glass. The tone is cold. Obviously with a hint of anger.

Murong Fan asked his henchman Night Charm to persuade him. It's a clever move. It's a pity that he was too clever in this move. When is it the turn of a woman to point fingers at him.

Night Charm has won Wen Hao's favor for many years. There are some things that others dare not say. I had to let her come and advise: "Everything is also for the sake of the overall situation. I beg my master to make a decision. Send troops to attack the city."

"You're about to marry her. You should learn how to teach each other husband and children. You don't have to worry about military affairs anymore." Wen Hao's absent-minded tone. But there is a cold and hard cold impatience.

"Night Charm knows wrong. Nightglow is gone." Nightshade knows his temper well. Don't dare to say more. I had to be blessed. The acquaintance withdrew from the big tent.

..

Off-the-books. Murong Fan, who was anxiously waiting for the result. When I saw the night ghost come out. Immediately stepped forward and held her hand. Gently asked, "How is it?" Can you persuade him?"

Nightglow shook her head helplessly. The pretty face showed a deep look of disappointment.

Murong Fan sighed. Hold her in your arms. The corners of his lips blew into her ear and said, "We didn't know his temper for the first day. Let it be. It's just that I want to bother you to go to Sichuan and Shu in person to prepare another batch of grain and grass to send over."

Nightghost's ears were enveloped by his warm breath. The bright face was covered with a blood-red flush. He whispered: "Fan. Come with me. Over the years, there has been less gathering and more separation. I don't want to be separated from you."

Murong Fan leaned over. Shallow peck on her pink cheeks. For the embarrassment: "Charm. I don't want you to travel long distances alone. It's just that Bai Pengfei swore to defend the city. In case the city breaks. I'm afraid that His Royal Highness King Rui will kill him. I've got to stay and take care of him. Do you understand?"

"Fan. I'm not an ignorant woman. I can understand that you care about your brother's righteousness. I'll go back to Sichuan tomorrow. The battlefield of your men is life and death. You must take care of yourself. Don't let me and ...... down" Nightglow bit her lip. Speaking of which. The sound stopped abruptly. The hand quietly caresses the abdomen. The gloss in the eyes.

Murong Fan stared at her deeply. He bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead. Softly comforted: "Don't worry. I'm not a weak scholar. Those shrimp soldiers and crabs will. It won't hurt me in the slightest."

...

Behind the dragon chair in the Temple of Nourishing Hearts. There's a secret room hidden. This is after Wen Xuan ascended the throne. Ordered Li Yu to secretly build a dungeon. It's a place to do shady things.

Ming Shen was paralyzed on the smooth white marble floor. Gasping for air. The hard, cold ground refracts a cold sheen in the candlelight.

The cracked wounds on her body were pouring blood. The ant-encroaching pain reminded her that she was still alive.

Suddenly. There was an eerily quiet dungeon with the screeching sound of metal scraping against the ground. Ming Shen raised his eyes with difficulty. I saw a bright yellow figure in front of me slowly approaching her. And Wen Xuan's hands. Still holding the one that made her creepy away. A long steel whip that hurts to live.

Seems to realize what he wants to do. Mingshen's empty eyes flashed with panic. She squirmed in pain and retreated. Try to escape the pain that follows.

At this moment, Wen Xuan is like a devil from hell. Those peach blossom eyes are nothing but hate. No other emotions can be found. He danced his steel whip in anger. Unmistakably left a fiery red whip mark on Ming Shen's back.

"Ah......h It's too late to dodge. The silver whip slashed again. In pain, she lost even the strength to cry. He can only dodge the whip in the dungeon like a fleeing hare.

"I can't stand it. Aren't you very backbone?" Wen Xuan sneered and looked at Ming Shen, who was lying on the ground sobbing in pain. While talking. While waving the steel whip in his hand fiercely. Desperately thrashed her fleshy delicate body.

Ming Shen rolled on the ground in pain. She tried to escape but lost all the strength to resist. I can only endure the taste of hell and blood again and again.

"Why don't you beg me." Wen Xuan pulled her long messy hair hard. Forcing her to look at him. Asked fiercely.

"I beg you. Aren't you going to fight?" Ming Shen shattered. Cold tears slid down the corners of his eyes. Pear blossoms with rain. Radiates a bleak and hopeless beauty.

"Still so self-aware?" Wen Xuan smiled evilly: "Actually, the taste of the whip is not pleasant. If you can't stand the pain of the flesh and skin; You can go and ask your cousin for help. Otherwise, I'll just give you to him. Don't you long for him in your dreams? My Shenqing."

The severe pain had already made Ming Shen tremble. Wen Xuan's words were undoubtedly sprinkled on her wounds. It's as hot as tearing off a layer of skin from her heart.

She smiled sadly: "Xuanlang. Every time before I'm ready to give myself all to you. You've always had a way to make me hate you to the point of disappointment. If you have any mercy on me; Just let me and Chenghuan out of the palace. I wish the green lantern ancient Buddha had this remnant life. It doesn't count as a shame on you. What do you think?"

Wen Xuan sneered. It's as if I've just finished listening to her tell a joke.

He gently brushed off the sticky strands of hair on Ming Shen's face. sneered: "Shen Qing, you are too naïve. Your cousin is pressing on the dignitaries. How dare I let you go? Otherwise, it's good. You go meet your good cousin. Kill him. I'll give you back. In addition, a temple will be built for you in the palace. Let you live a pure life of the ancient Buddha. How's that?"

"Hehe......" The corners of Ming Shen's blood-red mouth raised a thick mocking arc. Even though she's embarrassed now. But there is still a trace of pride left.

Wen Xuan was a little flustered by her laughter. This feeling made him extremely unhappy. So he asked in a cold voice, "What are you laughing at?"

"Do you have a heart? Do you know what love is? You keep saying you love me. But when didn't they use me until I was exhausted." Ming Shen looked at him without fear. The whole body exudes a cold and arrogant light.

Wen Xuan's heart was pierced by her gaze. Annoyed, he slapped her in the face. Snorted: "I don't know what to lift. You are worthy to say love, too. What do you love. You can't bear your cousin's death, right? Hum. If you don't go. I will imprison you here forever. Let you never see the light of day. And will also imprison Chenghuan. Let your mother and daughter die and never see each other again."

"King Kong cannot take away his will. Neither can I. Mighty and unyielding. Humble and unswerving. You're just going to kill me. I'm not going to help the abuse. It's a fight for the tiger." Ming Shen is still proud. Da Yi Zhuang's awe-inspiring appearance does not look like an eighteen-year-old woman at all. It's not like she used to make compromises. Only for the individuality of the settling.

Wen Xuan was furious when he saw this. A handful of brocade that tore open her body. A sneer came out of his mouth: "What the fuck are you pretending to fuck three chastity and nine spirits. Nalan Mingshen. Don't think I don't know. Actually, you and I are all the way. The reason why you are oppressed by me. That's just because you're not as strong as I am......"

Ming Shen's bloody fingertips clenched at the cold ground beneath him. In the ear one sentence after another of knife-like sarcasm. Consciousness gradually descends into darkness.

...

Wen Xuan has a saying that is right. In fact, Ming Shen and him are all the way. Willing to sacrifice anything to achieve the goal. And the means used are also strikingly similar. So she was frightened and hungry. Threats with a leather whip. After several unsuccessful attempts to find a place to die. Finally sobbed and washed his face. Tilted his head. Rub on a little grease powder. Then change into a bright dance costume. A dagger hidden in the cuff. Promised to assassinate Prince Rui.

The blood-colored sunset disappears into the mountains. A man dressed in a violet color painted hibiscus dance dress. Woman covered with transparent scarf. Holding a white jade pipa. Quietly knelt at the door of one of the main tents in the Rui camp.

"His Royal Highness King Qi Rui. Emperor Xuanwen sent a maiko. Please laugh at it." A young father-in-law goes in to pass the word. Looking at Wen Hao, who was not angry and arrogant on the tiger skin couch. Crawling on the ground and said respectfully.

Wen Hao's jade-like eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. But because of Jiang Feng. Murong Fan and Nan'an Shizi were both present. I had to continue to hold my posture high. Lazy asked, "Where is the person?"

"His Royal Highness the King of Huirui. And the maiko knelt outside the tent and waited to be summoned." The father-in-law stroked his head. The shrill voice is extremely flattering.

"My father-in-law has worked hard. JIANG Feng. Take him down and give him wine and a feast." The corners of Wen Hao's mouth lightly flashed with murderous intent. In an instant, he commanded the people around him, "This king wants to see that maiko. Stand down."

"Yes." The crowd gave up their hands. Murong Fan took the lead in walking out with a feather fan leisurely. Nan An Shizi followed out with a puzzled expression. I've just been discussing a militaristic plan. Why are you suddenly going to have fun with a maiko? This Prince Rui is inscrutable.

At that time. Ming cautiously stepped into the big tent. Looking at the upright sitting up. The high spirits are especially better than the previous Wen Hao. My heart was bitter and bitter for a while. All kinds of flavors come to my heart.

But she did a good job of suppressing these emotions. Get on your knees. His voice trembled lightly: "Knock on His Royal Highness Prince Rui. His Royal Highness Chitose Chitose Chitose."

"Hurry up." Wen Hao looked at the shadow of the eyelashes under Ming Shen's eyes distressedly. The eyes are full of longing. His deep throat was so soft that he almost watered." Sit down."

Ming Shen slowly stood up. Sit in a position furthest from him. smiled bitterly: "The minion wants to play and sing a song for His Highness. I wonder if Your Highness wants to hear it."

"As long as it's you. I listen to them all." Wen Hao stared at Ming Shen deeply. The stiff voice became as soft as a soft joke.

Ming Shen smiled lonely and sadly. The palm of his hand trembled and stroked the cold lute. Adjust it to a good posture. The jade finger starts to fluctuate on the strings. Accompanied by a poignant lute sound. A tactful and somewhat sad singing voice slowly flowed out of her mouth: "Sing Huaxing and extinguish. Song good times good day. Look at the bustling world in the depths of your gaze. Bear the snow in your heart. Read your mind. Plain makeup. White note. The blue yellow spring will fly snow for you in the morning and dusk...... Sanqiu Guizi. Ten miles of lotus. It's all in your eyebrows. After parting. What time is the beautiful scenery of the dark day. Two or three smoke trees. Yixuan Mingyue. It's all on the tip of your pen. The most ruthless. Mochizuki people. Resignation ......"

Ming Shen's grievances fermented into sore pain in his throat. Singing to the end. Suddenly my mind was scattered. The white jade pipa in his arms let out a piercing buzz. The sharp strings cut through the delicate flesh of the fingertips.

"Ahh Ming Shen subconsciously sighed. Lost in distraction, blood gushing from his fingertips. Bears a red bean.

"How can you be so careless?" Wen Hao walked over quickly. I couldn't help but hold her jade wrist. Hold the bleeding fingertips into your mouth. Gentle suction.

And took her in his arms. Whispered: "The most ruthless. Mochizuki people. Resignation Mingyue. I know what you're singing. It's just that I was too guilty about Zhen Yue'er's death at the beginning. will blame you indiscriminately. Later, when I heard about the changes in the Nalan family. Several times I want to come back to protect you. Unfortunately, I didn't explain Zhen Yue'er's death to King Nan'an clearly at that time. Flawless doppelganger. You've suffered so much. Dot. I'm sorry."

Ming Shen leaned softly against his strong chest. Wiped the blood from his lips. There was a layer of soft moisture in his bright eyes: "Hao. Shen'er's life is thinner than paper. I don't have the blessing to see the three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus flowers you said. Can you grant me three requests?"