Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 233
Long Aohan understood so clearly, Guigu suddenly understood: "I see, the emperor and third brother want General Shen to think that Princess Wenyuan is his child."

With Meng Baiyun on the side, he really convinced this group of people.

In ancient times without DNA testing technology, it was really a rhythm that anyone could be happy to be a father casually.

Tall, they are really tall.

He captured General Shen's feeling of being lonely, and found him a daughter who might be his daughter. Even if there was a ten-thousandth chance that it was his daughter, he would definitely try his best to keep this bloodline, so that he wouldn't let him die. She fell victim to politics.

They are so awesome, they want to go to heaven.

Ever since Meng Baiyun participated in such an unethical political meeting, he seemed to have cleared Long Aohan's eyes again.

This girl is really going to be ruthless, it's really boundless.

Shen Qiluo, a childhood sweetheart, and Shen Qian, who respects her father like her father, play like a monkey when they say they are monkeys.

Meng Baiyun didn't think Long Aohan was despicable, because Meng Baiyun clearly knew Long Aohan's loyalty to the emperor.

He is a man of loyalty, and he seems to do anything for his brother, even at the expense of his life.

Meng Baiyun began to think, if one day he and Long Aohan stood on the battlefield of confrontation, what would happen?

The handover of troops, regardless of the other party's life or death.

Or, he will abandon his brother for her.

Giving an A myself. There are two options for B, and the last question is unsolvable.

Because, there will never be that day.

She will always stand with him.

As for Zhong Yu...

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That night, Meng Baiyun dreamed of Zhong Yu.

In the dream, she held a long sword in her hand and pierced Zhong Yu's heart with her own hands. Zhong Yu looked pained, but tried to raise the corners of her mouth, telling her that you are my life, and today you want to take my life, and I am willing.

Then, Meng Baiyun woke up. After waking up, the sky was dim, and Meng Baiyun's chest was bullying irregularly.

Zhong Yu became her nightmare, or in other words, the scene that would happen one day, rehearsed in advance in the dream, became her nightmare.

She sat up, mouth parched.

In the middle of the darkness, he walked to the table and drank a glass of water. When he looked up, he was startled.

There was a person sitting in the room for an unknown period of time. His side face was calm and indifferent, and his figure was familiar. Meng Baiyun called out: "Zhong Yu."

He turned around and looked at her coldly, that kind of chill wanted to seep into the bones of a person, just like a December day, pouring cold water into the blood vessels, the chill ran down the blood The flow freezes the whole body of the person.

"Even if you don't love me, why are you dealing with me?"

he asks.

She was taken aback.

But he was extremely firm in his heart, and he didn't seem to want to explain extra: "I'm not targeting you, I'm just targeting your mother. If you don't fight for the throne, I promise, I will let Long Aohan not hurt you."

"Why, that position is mine."

Those indifferent eyes became fierce, and the eyes were on fire.

Meng Baiyun definitely didn't want to go this far with him: "Zhong Yu, give up, after a hundred years, you'll be nothing but a pile of dead bones, why stick to one position."

"What do you know."

Zhong Yu's eyes were even redder, like an angry lion.

Before Meng Baiyun could react, a lion really leaped towards her, with a mouth full of blood, its wild mane swept across her face, and its sharp teeth pressed down on her neck.

She felt a sharp pain and sat up suddenly, only to realize that it was a serial dream.

Whether it was Zhong Yu who was pierced through the chest by her sword, or Zhong Yu who turned into a lion and wanted to swallow her, it was just a dream of hers.

It was dark, but she didn't want to sleep anymore.

I turned on the lamp, opened the window further, pricked my finger, fed some blood to the poisonous tarantula, and went to the desk to get the guqin, fiddled with it again and again, as if to pass the time, but in fact, it was just Because my heart was a little messy and I couldn't find a place to vent it, so I could only mess around with something.

Only when someone knocked on the door did she realize that it was midnight, and it was undoubtedly a bit disturbing for her to do so.

The door opened, and it was Su Er, with sleepy eyes: "Miss, I heard the sound of the piano, and I was very sad. I thought it was the second lady who was in a bad mood. I followed the sound and realized it was you. What's wrong with you? What's the matter?"

pathos.

On the simple and heavy guqin, she actually played sorrowful, and it seemed that her mood was extremely depressed.

It didn't matter if Su Er came, Meng Baiyun asked her to sit down and poured her a glass of water: "Su Er, let me teach you how to read."

In the middle of the night, Su Er is not an easy-to-learn baby, she immediately refused: "Miss, this servant can read a lot of characters, besides, you want to teach, can we do it tomorrow morning?"

"No."

She looked persistent, Su Er wanted to cry, she shouldn't have come here, the eldest lady just looked at her in a bad mood, what guilt was she looking for.

"Ok."

Aggressively agreeing, Meng Baiyun immediately went down to get the pen and paper, and also took a book and threw it to Su Er: "You read, if you read a word you don't know, I'll teach you."

Su Er saw that she had read this book a long time ago, but it's better not to tell the eldest lady, lest she find a really uncommon book, she might not be able to sleep until dawn, so she just dealt with it and found a few to read. For difficult characters, just let her teach them.

So I started to read.

After reading a few lines, my eyelids started to twitch.

Meng Baiyun was full of energy, but Su Er looked listless, suddenly a stark contrast between a scumbag and a top student.

Su Er read a dozen or so lines, and her sleepy head was like a chicken pecking at rice. Meng Baiyun didn't stop to toss her, so she let her read, as if tossing and tossing Su Er, the room was a little angry, and I could hear it. Human voice, she can recover a little from that nightmare.

Su Er fell asleep sitting up several times, dropped the book on the floor once, and was woken up by Meng Baiyun in the end, so she had to bite the bullet and continue reading, and she had to find two words she didn't know.

After such tossing until dawn, Su Er only felt that half of her life was lost.

Meng Baiyun was even more refreshed.

It was dawn and the night was over, and the nightmare seemed to fade from the darkness, she waved her hand: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

As if Su Er was granted an amnesty, she stood up and walked to the door, but suddenly stopped again.

"Miss."

"kindness!"

"Did you quarrel with Mr. Zhuyun, are you in a bad mood?"

Tossing people for no reason for a night, is that something normal people can do?
Meng Baiyun waved his hand and dismissed it: "There is no quarrel, you can go, if you are addicted to learning characters, then let's continue."

Su Er ran faster than a rabbit, and Meng Baiyun even felt that she was stepping on a hot wheel under her feet.

Sometimes I also envy Su Er, she is so heartless, it seems that if she eats and sleeps enough every day, sleeps and eats enough, and does a good job, she is very complete.

Meng Baiyun also wanted to have a consummation time, but since she came back from Zizhuyuan, she couldn't avoid thinking about the future of herself and Zhong Yu.

The person she least wants to be an enemy is Zhong Yu.

Putting away the pile of declarations on the table that taught Su Er to practice calligraphy, Meng Baiyun wanted to find someone to explain himself.

This person is not Long Aohan, but Guigu.

If you find Long Aohan, you know that she cares so much about her relationship with Zhong Yu, if she can't guarantee it, she will tear Zhong Yu to pieces tomorrow.

Although Guigu is a bullshit blue face, she can always give pertinent advice sometimes, and after he recovered from his illness, she really didn't talk to him properly.

When I arrived at Yancuizhuang, I realized that Guigu was not there.

Shanshui guards the house alone, and it is rare for Guigu to go out without this little oil bottle.

After inquiring, Guigu was invited away to see a doctor.

The name of Ghost Valley’s genius doctor is also well-known in the capital, but now he is just recovering from a serious illness. Meng Baiyun asked clearly that Shanshui Guigu was picked up by someone, not by himself, so he wanted to go there to pick him up. He, if that family didn't keep him for dinner, she would have lunch with him, and it would be considered congratulations that he didn't have to die.

After asking about the mountains and rivers, Meng Baiyun asked the coachman to go.

A mountain village, the road to the mountain is rugged, fortunately the coachman kept by Meng Baiyun's house was carefully selected by Long Aohan, and his driving skills are first-class, so the crooked road is also smooth and smooth, and Meng Baiyun doesn't feel upset water comes.

When I arrived at the gate of the villa, it looked a bit old-fashioned. The blue bricks and black tiles have been baptized by the years, and they are a bit mottled.

The yard is full of flowers and plants. At this time, half of them have failed to bloom, but the other half are brilliant and colorful.

This place is like a paradise hidden in the world. Meng Baiyun unconsciously thought of Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine".

Settled in the human world, without chaos.

Ask Jun Henenger? My heart is far away.

Plucking chrysanthemum under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better day by day, and the birds are returning.

There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to discern it.

But at this time of year, there should be a lot of mosquitoes.

It won't be too pleasant to live here, look, she has just stood there for a while, and there are several mosquito bags on her feet.

Tired of dealing with those mosquitoes, she felt that it was enough for her to yearn for this kind of artistic life, and to experience it for herself would be fine.

Pushed open the yard door, but no one was there.

Walking in, I heard the voice of talking, chatting and laughing, a bit lively, vaguely, among the fragrance of flowers and trees, I also smelled the fragrance of tea.

Guigu is here to see a doctor, or to meet friends.

Meng Baiyun took another two steps forward, a young woman came out from a room on the east side, which was probably the kitchen, she was holding a plate of pastries in her hand, so that it was steaming, and the heat was sent to Meng Baiyun's side along the wind , the fragrance of mung bean cake.

The woman was surprised when she saw Meng Baiyun: "Who are you?"

Meng Baiyun didn't want to be abrupt, so he stood still: "I'm here to find my friend, his name is Guigu."

"The girl is here to find Mr. Guigu, Mr. Guigu has been away for a while."

gone.

It seemed that the road had diverged, otherwise she would definitely have encountered Ghost Valley when she came from Yancui Village, so she thanked her and wanted to leave.

The woman stopped her softly: "Girl wait a moment."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

The woman put the tray aside, went into the kitchen, and came out again, holding a small box made of bamboo in her hand. The lid of the box was hung on a raised bamboo rattan on the opposite side with a small bamboo strip as a latch.

(End of this chapter)