Vol 2 Chapter 122: Wishing for a wife is Murong

Duan Xiurong sighed softly, stroking the white hair of the night lion horse: "This BMW, the concubine has not been able to control well, and the humble husband can't tame it, maybe only the king can control him, this time When the concubine entered the palace, he also wanted to ask the king about the way to steer the horse. "
Fu Jian's eyes lit up in excitement, and he said, "Okay, no problem, I will show you alone. Mrs. Zhang, you go back to the palace first, and after the orphan has taught Mrs. Murong, she will be sent to you." General Zhang, go and say hello to General Murong, and say that Mrs. Murong has exchanged female workers with Mrs. Zhang these days, so she will not return to the house. "
Zhang Hao ticked off the corner of his mouth and performed a military salute: "Nuo!" And he soon disappeared at the corner of the palace gate with Mrs. Zhang.
There were only a few inner guards in Miyagi. The square was empty. Fu Jian walked to the night lion horse and smiled, "Come on, Mrs. Gufu!"
Duan Xiurong smiled with a smile, and she was so clever, she put her hands on Fujian's arm, and a sweet fragrance hit her. The figure of Yi Ren flicked, and she immediately stepped on the horseback, and the skirt swayed. Fujian only felt the flower in front of her, Wan A little red in Zi Cong, he suddenly realized that Duan Xiurong was not wearing obscene pants!
Two days later, Wang Mengfu.
In the secret room of the partial courtyard, three people sat opposite each other, all frowning and frowning. In addition to Wang Meng and Fu Rong, there was also a forty-year-old white-faced scribe, Hanfu Lunjin, who was then Secretary Lang, to speak bluntly. Introduced, Zhao Zheng, a man of Lueyang who is famous for his agility and thought.
Zhao Zheng sighed softly: "This time King Tian is really too much. He stayed Muronghui's wife in the harem like this, not only that, but also traveled with him every day, like a concubine, this matter Everyone in the harem is well known, and Murong Chui may soon know that the main humiliation of his wife and wives has been a harbinger of disasters since ancient times.
Wang Meng sighed: "Secretary Zhao really thought that Murong Chui would be angry?"
Zhao Zheng's complexion changed, and he understood it all at once: "Does the record mean?"
Fu Rong nodded: "Lugong means that this is Murongchui's initiative to offer his wife to protect himself. That small section of the country is heavenly and fragrant. No one in the world knows it, even the king is already interested. Murong's wolves are ambitions, but men and women It can be called a terrible person. It was not easy for Lu Gong to let the king of the king rush out of Murong, and Murong Chui immediately let his wife into the palace. Isn't this just to offer his wife for petting? "
Zhao Zheng nodded: "It turns out that this is the case. The people of insight in the DPRK and China know that these Xianbei Murongs and Qiangs Yao are major hidden dangers of the country, and they must be eradicated, but they use this mean means to protect themselves. , Alas, it seems that they are right about the weakness of the king ’s lust! "
Wang Meng's expression became more serious: "If a person can give up even his wife, then his picture must be the whole world. This matter strengthens the old man's judgment and Murong can't stay. I also hesitated before. If you were to directly remove him, you would kill the princes of the world to vote for the way of the king, but it seems that even if you take this risk, you will definitely get rid of this thief! "
He said, looking up at Zhao Zheng: "Secretary Zhao, you have the talent to sing songs, this time, the old man needs your help!"
After two hours, Changan, Ziwei Palace, Fujian Sleeping Palace.
Fujian's sweat, climbed up from Duan Xiurong's body, an extremely cool expression on his face: "Sutan, too comfortable! I haven't been so comfortable in a long time!"
Duan Xiurong's jade body is horizontal, and the beauty is already messy, but regardless of it, she flew two blushes on her face, and she was charming in all kinds of styles: "Does the king, concubine please you?"
Fujian laughed: "Satisfied, satisfied to the extreme, since he has been alone, he has never enjoyed such human bliss. No wonder Muronghui will take you when he escapes from Yan."
Duan Xiurong's complexion changed slightly, and she suddenly cried: "Concubine, concubine is a man with a husband, after all, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't serve the king for a long time."
Fu Jian's brows were also frowned. He didn't think much about his indulgences in recent days, but this sentence reminded him that this is after all the right wife of Murong Cui's Ming media, who kept her in the harem so openly, the news spread, that is Is it really good for the Lord to take his wife?
Thinking of this, Fu Jian sighed a long way: "Madam is right, this time you and I can't control it for a while, and we have a big disaster. Murong Chui is the great minister of the country, and loneliness can't hurt him. So, lonely will send you out of the palace tomorrow. Go, you and I will not see you again in the future ?! "
Duan Xiurong burst into tears suddenly: "Oh, you are abandoning your concubine, don't you want to concubine?"
Fu Jian suddenly cut his stomach and squeezed Duan Xiurong tightly into her arms, stroking her creamy jade back: "My dear, how can lonely give you up. But, only lonely is a prince of a country, can't Do this kind of thing. "
Duan Xiurong was speechless for a long time, and then whispered: "My husband who is a dead ghost is a pure warrior, and he has no sense of style. How can a king be so considerate? The concubine is also not a water-based poplar ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Just Muronghui every day Being busy with family affairs and national affairs, often seeing no one for ten days and a half months, what is the point of being a concubine like a widow every day? "
Speaking of which, she raised her head and the water in her eyes circulated: "Until she met the king, the concubine knew what was the joy of life. Only these two days served the king, let the concubine die now, and there is no regret. I just hate God for not opening my eyes and letting us stay together for a long time! "
Fujian murmured thoughtfully: "If the wife is interested in orphans, there is a way to be lonely, so that General Murong can lead the soldiers out, so that we can meet often!"
Duan Xiurong smiled slightly, and buried his head deeply between Fu Jian's hairy chests: "The most feared thing about the dead ghost in my family is that he led the soldiers out. He said that Wang Lugong wanted to kill him by trying to kill him with the sword of the Jin Kingdom. This time Murong rushed out of the palace, which was Wang Lugong's words. He said that Wang Lugong would deal with him next, so he was so anxious that even my wife couldn't take care of him. Where is the capital? "
Fu Jian laughed: "Although Wang Lugong is a national pillar, he is indeed a little too careful in this matter. General Murong is still very loyal to the orphan. I know this. I am sorry for you this time. I am sorry for him. How can you kill him again? You can rest assured that Lone will not let him lead the soldiers to fight, but Lone can let him go to inspect the Imperial History, or a state official, so you stay in Beijing, we do n’t Can you meet often? "
Duan Xiurong was overjoyed, and rolled off the bed at once. He bare his head and raised his head on the ground: "Concubine Xie Tianhou Houn!"
Fu Jian was in full bloom, and was about to get up to support the beautiful woman. Suddenly he heard a sound of footsteps outside, and Zhang Ou's sharp voice echoed in the aisle: "There are assassins entering the palace, protect the king!"