house.

Chang An was sitting on the bed and cultivating, when he heard the voice, he raised his eyes and looked at it, and his cold eyes were a little dazed.

Ren Pingsheng stepped forward and looked down at Chang An condescendingly, his eyes were particularly deep: "Madame thinks, you can tell the minister, you don't have to be sneaky and beat around the bush." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Chang An was calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was beating like a drum, trying not to pay attention to his gaze and ignore the hidden temperature.

"Don't understand?"

Ren Pingsheng sneered, suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Chang An's slender little hand, put the palm against the back of her hand, forcefully opened her slender five fingers, and pressed them on his chest: "Does Madam feel familiar?" ”

In the dream, she was holding his chest like this, but the positions of the two were different.

Solid muscles, with a strong sense of presence against Chang An's palm.

She obviously didn't expect that Ren Pingsheng, who has always been gentle and gentle, would have such a side.

The hand trembled slightly, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he curled his fingers to retract them.

Ren Pingsheng held on to her, and his voice was flat: "Madame, do you remember?" ”

"Let go!"

Chang An's voice was as cold as ever, just like the day he was kicked out.

"With Madame's strength, it shouldn't be difficult to break free, right?"

Ren Pingsheng smiled between his eyebrows, and bluntly broke her mind: "Is Madame expecting something in her heart, but just because of her face, she wants to refuse and welcome?" ”

Chang An's pupils shrank, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes became colder and colder.

She didn't understand why Ren Pingsheng suddenly became like this.

The jade beads on the hairpin ring then shook gently, making people worry about whether the precious silk thread would not hold up and snap off.

"Why doesn't Madame speak?"

Ren Pingsheng reached out and lifted her chin, leaned closer, and stared at her cold eyes, as if he wanted to see through the thoughts she was hiding in his heart.

Hot breath hit his face.

Chang An was slightly stunned, looked up, and found that his eyes were a little bloodshot, and his face was abnormally ruddy.

"Did you get poisoned?"

She finally noticed the abnormality, and the uneasiness was swept away, replaced by joy.

Anyway.

Ren Pingsheng is still the original Ren Pingsheng.

The reason why this is so is only because the coquettish poison amplifies the emotions buried in his heart.

Ren Pingsheng's fingertips swept across her cheeks, and her voice was low and hoarse to the extreme: "Have you ever seen the exercises left last time?" ”

Chang An's long eyelashes trembled slightly, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

It's all in plain sight.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Ren Pingsheng's eyes dimmed, slowly leaned over, gently kissed her delicate earlobe, and her voice returned to its original gentleness: "How does Mrs. Chenjiao cultivate ......?"

Chang An's body trembled slightly, his porcelain-like skin flushed, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Window.

White jasmine flowers are blooming under the blue sky.

The leaves were blown to a rattle.

Jiang Chuyue stood by the wall, listening to the movement in her ears, her pleated skirt swaying gently in the wind, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

At this moment, complicated emotions surged up from the bottom of her heart and spread all over her body, she pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice: "When did the prince become so fierce." ”

…………

The other side.

I'm living here.

Backyard.

After Li Yong pulled out the last nail of the little guy in Tsing Yi, the little guy in Tsing Yi couldn't bear the severe pain anymore, and said in a trembling voice: "Solve it...... The antidote is upstairs. ”

Li Yong sneered: "Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" ”

The little guy in Tsing Yi had a bloodless face, his forehead was full of cold sweat, his mouth trembled slightly, and he nodded.

Li Yong didn't say more, dragged him out of the backyard, ignored the shocked eyes of the talents, went straight upstairs, and under the guidance of the little girl in Tsing Yi, he found a bottle of antidote, and then asked: "Is there still Hehuansan?" ”

The little guy in Tsing Yi said in a trembling voice: "There is still a little." ”

"Where?"

The little guy in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand and pointed somewhere.

Li Yong dragged him over, and sure enough, he found a small porcelain bottle.

After covering his mouth and nose, he opened the small porcelain bottle and dropped a drop on his face.

Not for a while.

The little guy in Tsing Yi showed bloodshot eyes, his face turned red, and he looked no different from being poisoned.

Li Yong took out another antidote and stuffed it into his mouth.

Results are fast.

In less than a stick of incense, the little girl in Tsing Yi returned to normal.

Seeing that he was fine, Li Yong was relieved and dragged him out of Yirenju.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw a fast horse galloping by.

A post guard held a good news in his hand and shouted loudly: "Great victory in southern Xinjiang!" Southern Xinjiang victory! ”

The fast horse went straight to the palace, and the pedestrians avoided it.

Li Yong glanced at his post man, silently kept the news in his heart, dragged the little guy in Tsing Yi, and went straight to Renfu.

When he returned to the mansion, he casually stopped a maid and asked, "Where is the prince?" ”

The maid said, "It seems that I went to Madame's." ”

After a slight hesitation, Li Yong handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to her: "This is the antidote, give it to the prince." ”

"Got it."

The maid took the porcelain vase, nodded, and turned to leave.

After a while, I walked into the courtyard and saw the girl of the first moon lying on the wall with her buttocks crossed, looking a little strange.

"Sister Chuyue?" The maid called softly.

Caught off guard.

Little Green Tea was startled, her body trembled slightly, she stood up straight, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?" ”

The maid held the porcelain vase in both hands and said softly: "This is sent by Commander Li, saying that it is an antidote, and let the slave and maid pass it over to the prince." ”

"Antidote?"

Jiang Chuyue was slightly stunned, realized something in an instant, and muttered to herself: "It turned out that she was poisoned, no wonder." ”

"Give it to me."

Jiang Chuyue stepped forward and reached out to take the porcelain vase.

"Ahh

A terrible wail came from the house.

The little maid was stunned, subconsciously looked ahead, with a worried look on her face, and asked softly, "What's wrong with Madam?" ”

Jiang Chuyue waved her hand: "It's okay, Madame's cultivation is too focused, it will be fine in a while." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another wail in the room, which was even more poignant and higher than before.

"Are you really okay?"

The little girl's brows were twisted together, and her delicate little face was full of worry.

She always felt that Madame's voice was so miserable, as if she was going to die.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry."

Little Green Tea knew what the situation was, her pretty face was flushed, and she waved her hand indifferently: "You go back, I'm watching here." ”

"This ......"

The little maid hesitated for a while and nodded: "The slave is gone." ”

"Go, go, go."

The little maid walked out, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly thought of something, turned her head to look at Jiang Chuyue, and said softly: "Miss Chuyue, there is one more thing, Miss Murou and Miss Qiu'er were sent to the house where they used to live, and now they are still in a coma, the prince is not here, the slaves and maids don't know what to do, do you want to go and see?" ”

Mu Rou?

Little Heavenly Master?

Jiang Chuyue thought for a while, returned the small porcelain bottle in her hand, and told her with a serious face: "Take two antidotes, feed them to take them, and then guard them by the side, if everything is normal, wait for them to wake up and then come to report, if there is anything abnormal, such as shortness of breath and no breathing, come and tell them immediately." ”

"What about the son?"

The maid hesitated: "Commander Li said that this antidote is to be handed over to the prince." ”

"The family doesn't need it anymore."

Jiang Chuyue blinked and said confidently: "You just listen to me, there will be no mistakes." ”

Seeing that she was so sure, the maid no longer hesitated and nodded: "The slave understands." ”

He took the vase and turned to leave.

Then.

There was a terrible wail behind him, and the sound of begging for mercy could be faintly heard.

The maid hesitated, pursed her lips, and walked away.

Little Green Tea stood in place, listening to the familiar voice, with a hint of surprise on his face, and sighed: "The son of the world is so fierce!" ”

…………

Palace.

In the study.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the good news presented by King Ning and King Jingnan, his slightly haggard face showed excitement, his hand holding the letter paper trembled slightly, and he said three "good" words in a row!

Behind.

The Great Eunuch King's white and beardless face also showed a smile, and he spoke at the right time: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, the great victory in Southern Xinjiang, and you can buy me more time for Da Zhou." ”

"Yes, King Ning and King Jingnan, it is really not easy to defeat the strong with the weak, and it is not inferior to Jingzhi twenty years ago!"

Emperor Zhaowu bowed slightly, his face showed a look of relief, and let out such an exclamation.

Jingzhi is the character of the king of Zhenbei, and the emperor is used to calling him so.

Wang Zheng echoed: "There are three royal highnesses, the king of Zhenbei, the king of Jingnan and the king of Ning, guarding the country for my Great Zhou, and my Great Zhou will definitely be able to survive the difficulties." ”

Raise the difficulty.

Emperor Zhaowu seemed to think of something, turned his head to look at Wang Zheng, and asked, "Is there any news in the north recently?" ”

Wang Zhengdao: "The slave maid just got the news this morning and was about to report to the saint. ”

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Zhaowu couldn't wait to ask, "What's the news?" ”

Wang Zheng replied next: "His Royal Highness the King of Zhenbei has returned to Yunzhou in the last few days. ”

"Really?"

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes lit up, and there seemed to be joy between his eyebrows.

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and replied truthfully: "The slave maid has not sent someone to verify it, but I don't think it will be fake." ”

"Quickly send someone to Yunzhou for verification, and within a day, I will know the exact news!"

"The slave obeys."

Wang Zheng bowed, turned to leave, and after a while returned to the study, and when he looked up, he saw that Emperor Zhaowu had calmed down, and his face was much calmer.

"Jingzhi's temper, I know, since he went to the Northland, at least kill one barbarian before he comes back, if the news of his return to Yunzhou is true, in a short time, the barbarian will not act rashly.

Coupled with the great victory in southern Xinjiang, even if the ambition of the demon and wolf is obvious, he has to re-weigh his own weight...... I'm afraid that it won't be long before they send an embassy to Beijing to test it. ”

Speaking of this, Emperor Zhaowu seemed to have thought of something, looked at Wang Zheng, and asked, "How long will it take for the Cloud Dragon Secret Realm to open?" ”

Wang Zhengdao: "The long is 30 days, and the short is 10 days." ”

Emperor Zhaowu said: "Let the three of the Demon Suppression Division go in." ”

After speaking, he followed and said: "Add another Ren Pingsheng." ”

"The slave understands."

Wang Zheng saluted.

Then, there was a hint of hesitation on his face, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Seeing this, Emperor Zhaowu casually asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Wang Zhengdao: "The slave maid just heard about a trivial matter, involving His Royal Highness the King of Jin and the prince of Zhenbei, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

Hearing His Royal Highness the King of Jin, Emperor Zhaowu's face showed a gloomy color, and he said lightly: "Say." ”

"Today, Yirenju held a Qixi Festival, and the prince of Zhenbei was invited to participate in the ......"

Wang Zheng told all the ins and outs of what happened in Yirenju, and then said: "Someone impeached the guards of Zhenbei Wangfu for being arrogant and unreasonable, beating others, and sued the Yamen of the Criminal Department. ”

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at him and said lightly: "In your opinion, what should I do?" ”

Wang Zheng thought for a while and replied: "In the eyes of the slave maid, the prince of Zhenbei Wang was plotted by someone, and it is normal for people to take measures in a hurry, and they should not be punished. ”

"Just do as you say."

Emperor Zhaowu was too lazy to dwell on this trivial matter, waved his hand, and said casually.

"The slave obeys."

Wang Zheng received the order and turned to leave.

…………

Ren Mansion.

The sun was setting, and it was already dusk.

The golden glow poured into the courtyard.

In a slightly dimly lit room.

The cultivation is finally over.

Labor pains seem to be at their peak at this moment.

Chang An's slender and soft waist lay quietly, and his two long legs, which were fair and even, were side by side.

Her fair and smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which wet the ends of her hair and clinged to it messily.

"How does Madam feel about this cultivation?"

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand to straighten out the ends of her messy hair, with a smile between his eyebrows, and his voice was lazy and gentle.

Chang Anqiao's face was slightly red, leaning sideways, motionless, and not saying a word.

"This exercise requires diligent cultivation in order to achieve small successes."

The corners of Ren Pingsheng's mouth hooked up with a smile, looking good for her, and asked for advice: "From now on, I will practice every three days, what do you think, Madame?" ”

There was silence in the house.

There was no sound but steady breathing.

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows, and his voice was soft: "Madame didn't speak, and Mrs. Bendang agreed." ”

Chang An wanted to pretend to be dizzy, but when he heard this, he couldn't pretend anymore, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly spit out a word: "No." ”

"Madame also thinks that cultivating once every three days is too lazy?"

Ren Pingsheng's fingertips ran over her reddened earlobes, and said with a smile: "The minister thinks the same way...... So, every two days, practice? ”

Chang An's eyelashes trembled slightly, his pretty face appeared like a sunset, he bit his red lips lightly, and refused again: "No." ”

"Cultivate every other day?"

Ren Pingsheng pretended to be silent, and said after a while: "As long as Mrs. likes it, the minister will do his best." ”

Hearing this, Chang Anxin felt ashamed, endured the pain, turned sideways, glanced at him, his eyes were cold, and slowly spit out a word: "Get out." ”

Ren Pingsheng didn't care at all, reached out and gently put it on her smooth shoulder, and said with a smile: "Just kidding, don't be angry, madam...... Madame can cultivate as often as she wants, and everything is up to Madame. ”

Shy in his heart, how can he say such a thing, Chang An turned sideways, closed his eyes, and continued to pretend to be dead.

(End of chapter)