Fu Rong curled up his lips and said in a deep voice: "She must be Murong Chui's wife Xiao Duan. Rumor has it that this woman not only has a peerless appearance, but is also skilled in bow and horse, as good as any man. When we meet her today, she is even better than the rumors!"
Wang Meng's expression changed and he lost his voice: "Things are about to get worse, Mr. Yang Ping. It seems that our plan will be adjusted!"
An hour later, Fu Jian, dressed in a dragon robe, sat in a two-wheeled carriage, walking slowly on the palace avenue. The carriage was surrounded by ordinary partitions made of elm wood, with small windows open.
There is mica as decoration on it. If it were not for the fact that this was a mica cart that complied with the etiquette and was specially used for emperors to go on tour, it would really not be much different from the ordinary ox carts of ordinary people.
Fu Jian was not in a good mood. Ever since Murong Chong's coming-of-age ceremony started an hour ago, he had taken Mrs. Zhang beside him out for a ride to relax.
This Mrs. Zhang was about thirty years old and as pale as a chrysanthemum. She was originally the princess of the Liang Kingdom. After the fall of the country, she was taken into the harem by Fu Jian. Thanks to her noble temperament and profound knowledge, Fu Jian treated her with courtesy.
They were respectful and treated each other as if they were guests, but it was hard to say how favored they were. At least, compared to the male favorites Murong Chong and Princess Qinghe, Mrs. Zhang was far inferior.
The sound of distant bells echoed in Fu Jian's ears. His eyes were a little moist, and he murmured: "The phoenix stops at Afang, when will the beauty return again!"
Mrs. Zhang sighed softly: "Heavenly King, you are the king, and the king has to make choices. This is a good thing for you and Phoenix. He is still young now. If he has a few more years, he can still tolerate the treatment of outsiders.
Criticism?"
"In the past, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty also favored a good family son and kept him in the palace for several years. Later, he had to be let out of the palace because of his scandalous reputation. But this man would be ridiculed no matter where he went, and finally committed suicide in anger
.If you really want Phoenix, you should give him freedom instead of leaving him here forever. Only in this way can he grow into a man."
Fu Jian's brows relaxed a little. He picked up Madam Zhang's hand and smiled slightly: "It's what Madam said. After listening to your words, I feel much better. Yes, I'm pretending in my heart.
This is the country, the country, the country, how can we despise the world for the sake of a woman!"
Having said this, Fu Jian suddenly had a smirk on his lips: "Madam, you just mentioned a real man, but do you know the difference between a real man and a common man?"
A trace of doubt flashed across Mrs. Zhang's face, which was not recorded in the books. She tried hard to recall the books she had read, trying to find the answer. Fu Jian looked at her lost in thought and smiled.
He stood up and said, "I never imagined that there are things in this world that Madam doesn't know. Today I can finally feel proud in front of Madam!"
The corner of Mrs. Zhang's mouth curled up: "I really don't know, I still ask the King of Heaven to enlighten me."
Fu Jian laughed and said: "This man is busy during the day and busy at night. But this man is useless during the day and useless at night. That's the difference!"
Mrs. Zhang blushed when she heard this. She covered her face with her sleeves and waved her left hand lightly: "Oh, King of Heaven, thick, thick, thick!"
Fu Jian felt even more proud. He grabbed Mrs. Zhang's hand, stretched out his lower body which had begun to rise, and said with a wicked smile: "Do you want to see how thick it is?"
Mrs. Zhang said: "King, it's daytime, it's not good to commit adultery." But her hand began to gently caress Fu Jian's real dragon through his pants. After all, she was also a normal woman.
But it has been almost half a year since I received your grace.
Fu Jian laughed and was about to tell the coachman to drive back to his palace. Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind came, giving him a blurry feeling that made his head dizzy.
He shook his head and looked ahead. Through the small window, he found a horse galloping on the palace road, coming and going as fast as he could. There was a rider on the horse with pigtails on his head. His skin was whiter than snow, his features were picturesque, and his cheeks were
Although she only wore light makeup, she still looked gorgeous, like a goddess.
Fu Jian had seen many stunning beauties in his life, but this was the first time he saw one riding a horse like this. His mouth was so wide that he couldn't even take care of Mrs. Zhang on his side.
More than a hundred guards in front of the mica chariot stood in front of Fu Jian with their halberds raised. General Zhang Hao of the Forbidden Army jumped on his horse and drew an arrow, pointing directly at the person coming, and said sternly: "Stop, if you don't stop, don't blame the bow and arrow for having no eyesight!"
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A long "whisper" sounded, the sound was like the first cry of an oriole, and it was indescribably beautiful: "My concubine, Mrs. Duan, the wife of Murong Chui, has met the king of heaven!"
Fu Jian finally came to his senses. As soon as he heard the word "Duan", his saliva almost flowed out. He quickly jumped out of the mica cart, straightened his clothes, and put on a majestic imperial demeanor.
He said in a deep voice: "It turns out to be Madam Murong. Did you know that galloping is not allowed in this palace? You have committed a capital crime!"
Duan Xiurong smiled slightly, rolled off the saddle, and saluted Fu Jian: "King of heaven, other horses cannot gallop, but this one is different. This night-lighting lion colt was given to me by you yourself.
It was said at that time that no matter who rides this horse, he can walk in the palace."
Fu Jian laughed loudly: "Gu said that, oh, in the blink of an eye, General Murong has defected to our country for six or seven years. The little pony back then was so poor that even Gu didn't recognize him." He said.
As he said this, his eyes kept scanning Duan Xiurong's towering chest.
Mrs. Zhang's voice sounded calmly: "Mrs. Murong is coming at a gallop. She must have something important to do."
Duan Xiurong inadvertently lifted up the messy pigtails on her forehead. She was charming and said: "Murong Chong's coming-of-age ceremony has ended. I want to ask if it can be ended now so that he can take Murong Chong and
Ladies and gentlemen, come out of the palace."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Fu Jian's face: "Well, are you leaving the palace? It's still early, I think..." He said, glanced at Mrs. Zhang and winked.
Madam Zhang nodded and smiled slightly: "I have heard for a long time that Madam Murong is not only superb in martial arts, but also dexterous, and the most popular female prostitute in the capital. Since you are here today, I would like to ask you for advice. I wonder if
I can reward you with a face."
Duan Xiurong looked troubled: "This, I'm afraid of my stupid husband..."
Fu Jian laughed: "General Murong, I will go and say that since you two hit it off, Mrs. Murong will stay with Mrs. Zhang today. Mrs. Zhang has not been in good health recently and wants to talk to someone."
Duan Xiurong smiled elegantly: "In that case, I would rather be respectful than obey my orders. However, I have one more unkind request, and I hope the King of Heaven can fulfill it."
Fu Jian said "Oh": "What is Mrs. Murong's request?"
This chapter has been completed!