Chapter 967: If you like me, just say it openly

That night.
There are thousands of lights in Miyagi, and the palace buildings are scattered and majestic.
There is no light on the Golden Temple.
In the dim charm, the handsome man with narrow leather sleeves is sitting on the dragon chair, a black army boot lazily stepping on the edge of the dragon chair, one-handed support, the half-old red hairband hanging from the wrist, the front is expressionless Staring at the empty hall door.
After a long time, Shiku came in with a lantern.
The lights were dim, subtracting the gloom of the Jinluan Temple.
Shiku keenly noticed that a beast-like gaze quietly fell on him, hiding more tyrannical and evil predators than before, oppressing him to dare not look up.
That is his master.
Today, Empress Shen proclaimed the emperor at Jinque Terrace, but was successfully stopped by the master. After Empress Shen escaped, Jinwuwei and the group of dragons returned without a leader.
The master easily won Chang'an and became the master of Dayongxin.
just……
The princess was nowhere to be seen.
Shiku did not dare to look directly at the man on the dragon chair, and said respectfully: "The master is very resourceful, and the army did not find Queen Shen and the princess near Jinque Terrace. So according to your instructions, they searched Jinque Terrace carefully. Inside, I found a secret door."
Xiao Yi: "Then?"
Ten bitter head hangs deeper: "Then, Tianshu's agents went in through the secret door and traced them all the way to the Weishui River. There are horseshoe prints along the river. Girl Han traced the horseshoe prints to... Pei Shang Shuling."
Several palace lanterns shook outside the hall.
Several Tianshu guards escorted Pei Muan into the palace threshold.
Xiao Yi looked up.
Shang Shuling, who is nearly 40 years old, Rong Zhi is still outstanding, and his handsome appearance is not inferior to any boy in Chang'an City.
He squeezed the money, condescending, and his gloomy eyebrows revealed a strong sense of oppression: "Today, at Jinquetai, Shang Shuling took advantage of the internal chaos in the palace and rode to the Weishui River... You are on the Weishui River. ,What have you done?"
Pei Muan raised his head and looked directly at Xiao Yi.
The youth on the dragon chair looked exactly like the emperor.
But he, like the emperor, brought Jiang'er only pain.
Pei Mu'an suddenly laughed: "Pei Mu'an is just a civil servant. Where can I ever see a battlefield of blood and blood? I was frightened for a while before riding away... King Yong summoned the minister into the palace for this trivial matter. Isn't it too fuss?"
Xiao Yi stared at him.
The other party looked at him fearlessly, as if he didn't even care about his life.
He sneered.
He got up and stepped down the imperial order slowly: "The queen was born in a famous family, and she has regained the territory for half her life. She has regained the territory and wore the crown. She has also won the love of the emperor and the court...Even the courtier has not married her for half of her life. Life is worth it."
Enamoured...
Pei Muan constricted her smile on her face.
After being pierced for decades, he gradually calmed down.
Xiao Yi stood in front of him: "Pei Muan, you personally prepared a retreat for your woman, what about my woman? Shen Jiang’s retreat may become my woman’s dead end... You are also a well-known minister with two sleeves. Why is it contaminated with blood?"
His eyes were scorching hot, and the light and shadow of the palace lantern surged in them, faintly bleeding red.
Pei Muan didn't dare to look at him directly, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Weichen, I don't understand what His Highness is talking about."
Xiao Yi sneered.
He and Pei Muan passed by, standing behind the palace threshold with their hands under their hands, staring at the brightly lit Miyagi: "Pei Muan, coveting the queen, do you know what the crime is? As long as you tell Shen Jiang whereabouts, this king, Take it as I don’t know what you and Shen Jiang have been doing over the years."
There was silence in the hall, and needles dropped.
Pei Muan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The palace lantern illuminates his face brightly and darkly, as if struggling repeatedly.
The cold wind of winter night blows into the hall, swaying his wide sleeves embroidered with precious flowers.
He stroked Fu Bao Xianghua.
He still remembers that when he was young, he and Xiao Yu, who was still the crown prince, dressed in regular clothes and rode horses through the lively market, just when there was a girl dancing sword on the high platform.
The girl wore a goose-yellow woven skirt with precious flowers. The sword light was like snow, with a smile on her face. She was so beautiful that she couldn't move her eyes. She asked about it and found out that she came to the wine shop to buy wine but forgot to bring the money. .
She danced chicly, even the store cheered again and again, and offered another jar of fine wine.
She stirred up the wine with her sword blade, her eyebrows were delicate and heroic, and she looked up and drank the wine freely.
The spring breeze rolled up her Tianhaibi hairband and blue silk. At that moment, it was not only the prince who fell under her skirt, and he...
He and the crown prince are like thief, obsessively and cautiously stalking the girl all the way, but he is ashamed in a deep and remote alley.
When they were at a loss, a chuckle like a silver bell suddenly came from the wall.
They looked up, and the girl in yellow was sitting on the wall, flicking a newly picked peach blossom, and staring at them condescendingly: "Like this girl?"
She asked so bluntly!
He and the crown prince are also the most outstanding young men in Chang'an City. They are outstanding in eloquence on weekdays, but when the girl stares at them with the burning phoenix eyes, they both twisted and dare not speak.
The girl sneered: "You should chase enthusiastically and boldly when you chase a woman. Who is a man if you are sneaky like you?"
She dropped the peach blossom, stood up and patted the skirt, "Why don't you change your name or sit or change your surname? I'm Shen Jiang, a girl from the Shen family. If you like me, just say it openly. I look down on it the most. Young boy!"
She worked very well, swallow-like ups and downs, disappeared into their vision.
He was demented, and even his soul was hooked away.
The crown prince picked up the peach blossom and looked happy: "What a girl from the Shen family, Mu'an, I want her to be the crown prince!"
He regained his senses, startled, and barely suppressed the liking in his eyes.
He said softly: "Will it be too sudden? Why, get along for a while..."
"rational."
Because of his words, it happened that the crown prince himself served as the vanguard of the army and sent troops to various countries with Shen Dazai and Jiang Er.
However, even though they were born and died together, the crown prince still failed to capture Jiang'er's heart, so that in the end, the crown prince became angry and even took the royal power to grab it.
Over the years, he has witnessed their big marriage, witnessed their discord, and witnessed the former youth overlord fade into glory, and his heart is mixed.
And he himself, since he has seen Jiang Er, there is no other famous flower to be eye-catching.
In the past few years, the wind has come and rained, the muddy and dignity have been walked through. The only thing that cannot be forgotten is the tall woman on the phoenix chair every morning...
In the Palace of Jinluang, the cold wind blew out several palace lanterns.
Pei Muan chuckled: "She is the queen, and the Weichen knows that it is a big crime to love the Queen, but your Highness, the Weichen has never surpassed Lei Chi in the past few years, let alone have with her.
Xiao Yi's eyebrows were grim: "This king just wants to know where she has escaped. Tell me, this king will never reveal your affairs. Otherwise, you don't want her to be charged with fornication of a palace girl again, right? "
Pei Mu'an was breathing again.
I don't know how long he has passed, he suddenly turned around and bowed deeply to Xiao Yi's back.
In the next instant, he slammed into the Zhu Qi column.
A loud "bang" made everyone unexpected.
Xiao Yi stared at Pei Mu'an suddenly.
Shang Shuling, who was nearly 40 years old that year, slowly fell on the floor tiles, and the blood poured out from his forehead and gradually gathered into a pool of thick blood stains.
With his eyes open, he still stared admiringly at the phoenix chair in the temple.
Extremely loyal.