Ban Fang

Chapter 657 The Old Man

The moonlight was dim, and the breeze in Xueyueyuan was lonely.

Xiao Nan was so quiet that she couldn't even tolerate the breathing of the servants beside her. Even Madam Liu, who had been with her since she was a child, never dared to get close to her, so she could only rest in the side room.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, almost the moment Cheng Yun landed on one foot, Xiao Nan opened her eyes, sat up and straightened her long hair like a waterfall. Smile carefully.

"I'm back." Xiao Nan's words were elegant and indifferent, and there was no surprise about his visit at all.

"Your Majesty is such a good means, I really don't know whether I should thank you or not." Seeing that the person on the couch showed no sign of guilt, Cheng Yun also understood that his intentions were really good!

"Everything is destined." Xiao Nan's gentle eyes did not have any affection, and he said that the world is as calm as water, "Hard Qigong is the luck bestowed on you by the prince. After all the calculations, it still does not belong to the prince. Isn't it just the sky?" Proof for you?" With an elegant and leisurely good face, a gleam of pleasure flashed in his eyes, "Since the birth of this child, Li Xuan, he has never been in my lap for a day, let alone the Xi Yao I sent, what is he with me? Dry?"

"Your Majesty, this is taking revenge on King Liang with the foreign ministers and his wife." At this point, Cheng Yun couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly.

"You also said that you are a husband and wife. Are you willing to let someone you love fall under someone else's body?" Xiao Nan smiled, and asked with a little sarcasm, "You don't seem to be such a generous person."

"If I don't enter the drama box, she can live in peace." Cheng Yun didn't mean to blame, but he couldn't let go of being used as a gun.

Yan Xie has his own way of dealing with King Liang. Without him, Zuiyegui would never be touched. Xiao Nan's desire to destroy King Liang's love is more terrifying than anything else.

"Your Majesty, you're going to be nice to me for being cheap, right? That's okay." Xiao Nan changed the indifference in his eyes, and smiled gently under the curtain, inadvertently revealing the pleasure of revenge, "I just want to Just look at what kind of expression you can have after the thing you love is taken away, if you can't look at the prince, it's okay to look at you."

"Your Majesty is joking." Yan Xie was still in King Liang's study, and Cheng Yun didn't dare to make a fuss no matter how displeased he was, so he could only smile politely, "Since Your Majesty admits it so readily, it's natural that foreign ministers won't take advantage of it." I'll act like a good boy here, please raise your noble hands to protect the humble Jing Yi Er."

The sudden prudence, bowing and saluting completely in accordance with the etiquette made Xiao Nan stunned. Didn't Cheng Yun come to ask for trouble?
"How can I protect her? She can't get out." Xiao Nan's smile froze at the moment, apart from being incomprehensible, there was also a part of surprise.

The husband and wife like the new Wen Yaner lived for less than three days, and the person in the box was willing to let him go. Liang Wang had already whetted her appetite. What kind of couple would be willing to part in the sweet love ?

Once the hard qigong is used on Drunken Night Return, not only women have no resistance, they are also obsessed with men, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are crazy.

She saw the concubine Ji brought back by the prince that year better than anyone else. How unwilling she was before the event, and how infatuated she was afterward. How could any chaste and strong woman be able to bear returning home drunk at night?

"You want to leave?" Xiao Nan, who looked at the noble and proud man in front of him, who was willing to bow down for the woman in the box, and who had never known what it was to be loved in his life, sighed with some discomfort in his heart.

"Yes." Cheng Yun didn't intend to hide it at all, and there was a hint of interest in his cold eyes, "If you don't find the right time to stay beside King Liang, what should you do if you miss what you want to see?"

I did it on the first day of junior high school, why don't I watch it carefully on the fifteenth day?

Is there any revenge that is more satisfying than watching it with your own eyes?
Xiao Nan couldn't help laughing, for a moment he didn't know who was being tricked by whom, and then he raised his eyes and said mockingly: "No matter how the situation develops, I am still the side concubine of Liang Wang."

"Yes!" The two exchanged warm smiles, and Cheng Yun bowed again and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

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East Vietnam and the extreme southern country are bounded by Meiren Peak, and the peaks of the mountains are stretched into ridges. The land is vast and sparsely populated, so there are still many tribes still struggling to survive in the forest.

Wanshou Mountain holds autumn rhinoceros every year, and finds a reason to bestow the court's favor on several hunting winners as a way to win over the tribes. In order to show their loyalty to the court, the tribes also search for rare and exotic plants and send them to the royal garden from time to time, satisfying The royal family studies the minds of gardens.

King Liang set up camp at the grassland at the foot of Longevity Mountain to respect the sky. After entertaining the chiefs of various tribes, he entered the tent early and rested without much alcohol. and go.

The mountain is covered with lush jacaranda forests, and the evening wind in autumn is no longer accompanied by the red pistils. Cheng Yun sits comfortably on the jacaranda branches on the mountainside, and his eyes are waning. He has never left the grand gathering at the foot of the mountain. When he sees the figure of King Liang Leaving the tent hastily, he winked at Li Yao.

After getting the hint, the old man hurriedly chased the black figure up the mountain, also wanting to know what happened to King Liang's late night visit to the Hunting Palace.

King Liang seemed to be worried that someone would follow him, so he walked around in the big hunting palace without direction until the moon was in the sky at midnight, and the moonlight reflected on the horizontal plaque of the Mirror Pond. The seven-step stone palace lantern finally illuminates the huge flying eagle and strange stone on the lake in the garden.

The hollowed-out eagle wings burst out with a hazy yellow brilliance, and the king of Liang galloped into the strange stone, and the brilliance disappeared immediately at this moment.

Li Yao followed into the bottom of the lake without any hesitation, followed carefully behind King Liang, he couldn't help but secretly stunned, when did the Hunting Palace have such a special tunnel, he didn't know it at all?

I couldn't help feeling sad again, feeling so sad that I didn't know what to do, and I felt that I couldn't keep my face on my face, refreshing the unfamiliarity with my son again and again, how many people can hold their heads up?

I always thought that King Liang was sensible, that Dongyue had a promising future, and that he could rest in peace in a compact box. Whoever thought that he was wrong was far more outrageous than anyone else!
How can I explain in a few words the entrusted inhuman heartache?
Looking up, you can see the hazy yellow moonlight, the dim light on the lake surface, slowly rippling with the water waves, and then explaining that if you really walk under the lake surface, Liang Wang actually understands this?
Arriving in front of the coffin glowing with crystal radiance, you can faintly see the pool of mirror water slowly flowing inside the coffin. A man wearing a bright yellow dragon-patterned undershirt, with a ruddy complexion and a blessed expression that does not show any signs of sickness, folded his hands in front of the coffin. The chest seemed to be sleeping peacefully and peacefully.

Liang Wangqi stood in front of the crystal coffin with his chest wrapped around his chest, his long fingers were slightly bent and he kept pinching his chin, examining his masterpiece as if he were viewing a work of art.

Then, he wiped off the dust on the coffin with his sleeve, and said to the people inside the coffin, "Father, it's been ten years, are you all right?"

Lifting the breath and pushing away the heavy crystal coffin lid, the texture of the person inside the coffin is as delicate and plump as a newborn, not at all like an old man who is nearly ninety years old, and King Liang's eyes are even more undisguisedly greedy.

　Good morning~ Suiyu's most dreaded blood draw is coming again!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)