Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 137

Although the words were not spoken, everyone knew it well.

"The auspicious time has not yet arrived, just wait, wait, maybe the emperor will arrive soon..."

"Oh no, Seventh Miss of the Shang Mansion, no, I mean Empress Empress, will she, will she..."

What is the background of the Seventh Miss of the Shang Mansion, she is not afraid of the sky, she is not afraid of the earth, if the king of heaven provokes her, will she be a temperamental woman who can burn the beard of others with a fire, will she get angry and start killing?
"What! Eunuch Li said that there is no shadow of the emperor in the entire palace?" This sentence had the effect of thundering on the ground, instantly turning half a hundred officials into petrification.

This... what's going on here?

Compared to the chaos among the officials, Shang Mo, who was above the heavenly ranks, calmed down a lot. She slowly raised the corners of her lips, as if she was not the protagonist of the incident at all. She stood very patiently, ignoring the sky. The chaotic Han Dynasty Palace below the steps.

Suddenly, the sound of weapons colliding sounded, and the imperial guards drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another. The palace was in chaos, screams came and went, and there were a few wild laughter from time to time. All the officials inside and outside were panicked.

"Assassins, there are assassins!"

"Protect your mother, protect your mother!"

"Oh, you stepped on me!"

"Bold, the empress has not left, let's see who dares to escape!"

Sure enough, looking at the chaotic imperial palace, a secretive smile appeared on the corner of Shang Mo's lips. She was standing on the highest sky steps, and it was clear at a glance that the rampant laughter was very familiar. Ruthlessly, they made fun of the imperial guards of the palace, and boasted about the reputation of the four princes.

In the midst of such thoughts that have nothing to do with him, a white and indifferent figure ignores everyone's eyes. He is like an arrogant and arrogant banished fairy, with no one in his eyes. Flying over the steps of the sky, his handsome facial features are so stern that he doesn't dare to relax a little. The profound and handsome face peeked at his thoughts.

Shang Mo raised his lips and smiled, his eyes were twinkling, always so colorful, and his beautiful face was full of radiant suddenness: "Brother Ling Kuang."

Meng Lingkuang's dark and deep eyes flickered slightly, and it took a long time for his beautiful thin lips to utter a difficult word: "Mo..."

"Brother Lingkuang?" Shang Mo was very calm, her young face showed a puzzled expression very cooperatively, as if she didn't know the purpose of this magnificent man breaking into here with such a big fanfare today.

"Mo, girl, you are mine." Meng Lingkuang's eyes were extremely firm, and he stretched out his clean and slender hands towards Shang Mo in mid-air. Those hands are extremely seductive (harmonious), making people itchy and unbearable. I can't wait to put my hand on that hand immediately.

Shang Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed hehehe. It was the first time she had seen Meng Lingkuang emphasize his ownership of her so domineeringly.

But Shang Mo is still very calm, even though her heart has already turned into a puddle of water, her face is still so calm and even naive: "Brother Lingkuang, if you want Mo'er, you will live forever..."

In fact, the world was already in chaos, but at this moment above the heavenly ranks, it seemed that there was only the two of them in silence.

Meng Lingkuang's gentle eyes stared fixedly at Shang Mo, his Mo'er, as if he wanted to tell her to imprint in his eyes and merge with him, his Mo'er suddenly grew up , caught him off guard, his Mo'er was wearing a red wedding gown today, and when he looked at the city and then the country, his Mo'er still relied on him in his eyes, but he tried his best to restrain himself. Yes, his Mo'er is his unique treasure, irreplaceable.

"No more." Meng Lingkuang had a doting smile on his lips, and he threw Wanshou Wujiang to the ground with ease, and Shang Mo was the only one in his eyes.

no more...

"Young master, good job!" The four young masters who had subdued everyone sat ruthlessly and leisurely on top of the dizzy crowd, crossed their legs and whistled loudly.

"Miss Shang, you just follow my son." Wu Shuang spoke in surprise, how could he have the usual timid look when he was bullied ruthlessly?

"Shang Mo, you are the treasure of the master." When Zhao Fenghua said these words, there was a touch of morning light blooming in the warm winter on Zhao Fenghua's face, which was warm and sincere.

"Amitabha, God has the virtue of good life, and lovers will eventually get married. There is no mistake, no mistake." Wuhen clasped his hands together, with a face like a monk who would not lie.

With a puff, Shang Mo laughed. It was rare for these guys to vent their anger from one nostril for the first time. Does this, Shang Mo, count as public morality?
"Brother Lingkuang, Mo'er is so happy." Shang Mo smiled. How warm was that embrace and how much she longed for it? ten thousand years.

Some people can't tell what is better, but that is, no one can replace it.What's more, Meng Lingkuang is indeed impeccable.

When he and Meng Lingkang left, Shang Mo looked back deeply at that endless Tianjie. How could she forget that unrestrained and unrestrained man, he was the most cherished friend in her life.

That night he said to her: Girl, no one in this world understands you better than me.

Yes, Ming Qihan is the one who understands her best in this world.

He is the most open-minded and unrestrained man in the world. He said, I am not too kind-hearted, I just want you to be happy. I am not chic enough, how can I be restrained by a woman who is not gentle like you? Aren't women in the world going to cry until their hearts are broken?
Later, Shang Mo heard that Ming Qiyou succeeded to the throne, and Ming Qihan became the only most absurd but most charming emperor in Han Kingdom. It was easy to find, but in the end it was discovered that the emperor had dropped a piece of paper and covered it with a jade seal, passing on the blood of the royal family. Emperor Hanjing Ming Qihan's younger brother, Ming Qiyou ascended the throne.

Qi You originally regarded Ming Qi Han as the hatred in his heart, but now he can't even find a place to vent it. He was hunted down all the way after using martial arts and breaking his limbs. Now he suddenly gave up the throne to him. Qi You didn't know Ming Qi at all. What is Han's intention?

Overnight, the situation changed, and it really answered the sentence that the world is impermanent.

The only thing that remains the same is the beautiful talk about the fairy couple, the admiration for that legendary woman, the fascination for that peerless man, and all kinds of speculation about that absurd and incredible emperor.

On the narrow road, the outline of an extremely large carriage gradually became clear in the smoky rain. The carriage was extremely luxurious, made of gold and copper, with carved railings and jade on the body, and the Qingyun totem carved in bronze was inlaid on it. No one was driving outside, but the two good-looking horses knew where to go as if they were ordered by their masters.

"Master, you just leave like this, is that okay?"

"This deity is the person who understands her best in this world. It's just a favor. She owes me a lifetime." A lazy and hoarse voice sounded from inside the carriage, with a wicked smile, possessing such a The man with the voice must also be a scourge that makes people fascinated.

Light laughter sounded, and the piano sound was melodious.

Inside the carriage, the man was dressed in a fiery red robe, and a white fox fur was draped over his shoulders. He was lying on his side in a lazy and comfortable posture. Beside him, there were seductive dancers kneeling on the left and right. One was smiling and peeling fruit into his mouth with his hands, the other was kneeling down and beating his legs for him, and at the very front, there was even a beauty Qiaoxiao Yanran playing the piano.

Each of these beauties exudes a blood-spitting and enchanting energy, and each of them has the qualifications to become a beauty that can cause disasters to the country.

It is said that a long time later, when people talked about that woman, they all said that she was a legend, and she became a role model for countless concubine women.

No one knows where the woman went after she left, but it is said...

The tent is warmed by red candles, the quilt is covered with jade pillows, the woman's clothes are half-faded, the man kisses her tenderly, the veil falls, and there is only one room, with an ambiguous atmosphere that makes people blush and heartbeat...

"Brother Lingkuang..."

"Hmm..." The man smiled softly.

(End of this chapter)