"Girl, don't make your Majesty angry." The angel stopped and warned in a low voice.
He Mucheng nodded slightly and then walked into the main hall.
The hall still smells good of ambergris, the smoke curls up, and it's very luxurious.
Sima Shao had already taken off his armor at this time, and was wearing a black crown uniform, with his hair raised high, and the king's aura came over him.
Thinking that he was the one who had been kneeling for five hours, He Mucheng had no choice but to limp forward and said respectfully, "I have met your Majesty."
"Okay, stop pretending," Sima Shao chuckled, "You, Nanshi Ayan, have always been so bold, how can you be punished obediently? I'm afraid that as soon as I left with my front legs, you were lying on the bed with your back legs."
Although his words were somewhat joking, He Mucheng did not dare to cross the line at all, "Ayan was scared."
"Nan's Ayan," Sima Shao said with a bit of displeasure on his expression, "Do you have to be so different from me?"
He Mucheng said nothing, just lowered his head, looking resigned.
He Mucheng chuckled, "Thirteenth Lang is still the same."
"Promise!" Sima Shao glanced at Xie Song, then lowered his eyes and stared quietly at He Mucheng, who had a low eyebrow.
After a long while, he said calmly, "Go down."
A trace of pity flashed in Sima Shao's eyes, but soon returned to normal.
Why is this so?
He Mucheng's reminder was very obvious. Wang Dun was arrogant because of his favor, and the late emperor tolerated it, which led to today's disaster. Today, Sima Shao relies on Su Jun, but he is just following the old path of the late emperor.
When the two arrived at Xie's Mansion, they saw a woman with a woman's hair in a woman's bun, standing on tiptoes in anticipation. When she saw a familiar figure getting off the carriage, her eyes turned red, and she immediately trotted over with her skirt in hand.
Sima Shao said coldly, "No!"
"Ayan, there's no need to thank me. It's the first time Wang Xuan has asked me to do something for him. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I've already killed him once, so I should take it as a thank you gift!" Xie Song waved his hand.
With a "hiss" sound, He Mucheng hurriedly retracted his arm.
"Nan Yu told Your Majesty that Hong'er is the Crown Prince of Zhao, right? Does Your Majesty know how much Nan Yu wants me to die? Overtly or secretly, she has plenty of opportunities to take action, and she has Su Jun to protect her. Who does A Yan have?
The king of Lang, Wang Xuan, who has lost his power and is unreasonably suspected by His Majesty? Or is it His Majesty who is afraid of Su Jun and begs him to put down the riots for him? "
He Mucheng Nuonuo was lying on the ground, "Ayan deserves to die, Your Majesty will atone for his sins."
Sima Shao's breath was stagnant.
"Just because of Wen Zhi's words, you disregarded etiquette and disobeyed my will?" Sima Shao's expression improved, and his voice became a little softer.
"I won't force you, I want you to ask me personally."
"Ayan, you still have my best interests at heart," he smiled relievedly and explained, "Unlike my father, I will not tell the nonsense that Lao Shizi said, 'the king and the horse share the world'."
"With me protecting you, who dares to touch you?" Sima Shao frowned in confusion.
He Mucheng bowed respectfully and exited the hall with all manners.
Sima Shao asked in a hoarse voice, word for word, "Nan's Ayan, why are you and me like this?"
"Nan Yan, shut up!" Sima Shao was shocked and waved his big palm, pushing the little girl to stagger.
"When the late emperor moved the capital to Jiankang, all the major noble clans were dissatisfied. The late emperor had no choice but to rely on the Langya Wang family."
Sima Shao snorted coldly from his breath and nodded, "Nan's Ayan, you forced me to do this."
Beizhi's throat was choked with sobs, and the longing and worry in her heart turned into a simple "Ayan", which she repeated endlessly.
After a long time, he calmed down and explained patiently, "As the reinforcements have not arrived, I have no other choice. Wang Dun's military strength cannot be underestimated, otherwise I will not rely on the refugee commander."
Looking at Sima Shao's gentle gaze, He Mucheng finally raised his lips.
After a while, the haze on his face finally cleared away.
"Didn't Your Majesty just punish A Yan?" He Mucheng laughed mockingly, "Or does Your Majesty think that as long as A Yan doesn't lose his life, it counts as protection?"
Sima Shao stepped forward quickly, and when he saw the little girl taking a step back, he finally stopped.
In the upper seat of the bedroom, on the table next to the imperial concubine's chair, a burning stove with spices was thrown to the ground with a wave of his hand. The stove rolled several times and finally stopped at the fingertips of the little girl covering the ground.
He Mucheng laughed dumbly.
That voice of "Sima Shao, I'm here to save you" still rings in my ears. Such a casualness without the courtesy of a monarch or a minister, I don't know when, it has become the past that cannot be returned.
Sima Shao choked.
"Yeah, tsk, you don't know something," Xie Song sighed softly, "I don't know what happened to your Majesty and Wang Xuan. They have become more and more polite and distant recently. As long as they are around, I will feel...
There is no place where I feel at ease.”
As he spoke, he strode into the palace gate, bowed respectfully to Sima Shao, and then looked at the little girl who was kneeling in surprise, "Why...why is Your Majesty so angry?"
"Your Majesty wants to seize the wives of Jin ministers by force?" He Mucheng sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, an angel's voice came from outside the palace, "Your Majesty, thank Thirteenth Lang for asking for an audience."
"Ayan, are you okay..." Sima Shao realized his recklessness and hurriedly reached out to help her, but the little girl dodged him without leaving a trace.
"Since Your Majesty knows this, why do you threaten Hong'er's life to force Ayan to return to Jiankang?" He Mucheng said in a calm tone, "Your Majesty doesn't need me anymore, why don't you just let me go?"
When the angel saw that she had gone out safely, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked towards the high position.
But even though there was a smile on her lips, her eyes were still extremely cold, "Your Majesty, do you think Ayan will be safe and sound if she stays in Jiankang?"
Sima Shao gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly!
"Ayan, Ji Yunyuan wants to deal with the Zhao State. It is a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. If you go with him, I am really worried. Using Shi Hong as a threat is really a last resort. Your temper, I
It couldn’t be clearer.”
He Mucheng chuckled and joked, and the two of them helped each other into Xie's Mansion. Bei Zhi stopped crying and whispered, "Ayan, that Nan Yu, she has already laid a dragnet in Nan Mansion, and now she is fighting
You have done all kinds of bad things because of the favor of the champion general. Now that General Ji is not in Jiankang, you must not go back to Nanfu!"
"Lang Jun begged Thirteenth Lang?" He Mucheng blinked in surprise.
He knelt down with a plop, and He Mucheng frowned, secretly swallowing the severe pain in his knees, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"Thunder, rain and dew are all for your kindness, Ayan dare not."
"Your Majesty, you can't thank me without seeing me. I heard that Ayan is still alive. My wife has been pestering me since this morning. She must invite her Ayan to Xie's house, otherwise I will not be allowed to stay on the bed...
"
However, Xie Song's hearty laughter slowly floated into the bedroom from far to near.
He sighed softly and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Are you blaming me?"
After leaving the palace gate, He Mucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She showed her face and tilted her head, "Thank you, Thirteenth Lang, for saving me."
"There is nothing we can do about this..." Xie Song blinked at Sima Shao, "Your Majesty, I am henpecked!"
"Ayan, Ayan..."
"Nan's Ayan, now that you've returned to Jiankang, don't think about Ji Yunyuan," he sneered, gently exhaling the turbid air in his chest, "As a concubine of the Nan family, Yu Ji wants to deal with you.
It is indeed easy, but if you are the noble concubine of this Jin Dynasty, she will not dare to make mistakes. How to choose, Ayan will decide for herself."
"If you don't go back to Nan Mansion, how can you live in Xie Mansion?" He Mucheng looked at Bei Zhi up and down, and saw that she was much more rosy and bolder than before. She also commanded the maids with style, so he curled his lips with satisfaction, "
I'm afraid that if you don't allow Thirteenth Lang to stay on your bed, I will be resented by him!"
Sima Shao slowly straightened his back and looked down at the arrogant woman beneath him. The smile of the past seemed to still be before his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, there was an insurmountable gap between them.
"I haven't seen you for many days, but you are still as crying as ever."
Bei Zhi blushed, glared at Xie Song who was rubbing the back of his head with an embarrassed look on his face, and said coquettishly, "He dares!"
However, He Mucheng only lived in Xie Mansion for a month, and someone from Nan Mansion hurriedly sent word that Nan Zhao was seriously ill. The witch doctor said that he had lost his soul and that he needed to borrow the energy of his sisters to recover.
And this sister is undoubtedly her half-brother Nan Yan.
Bei Zhi was so angry that her hands trembled, "What kind of Jingyuan Qi? I think it's clearly Nan Yu who wants to cause trouble again while His Majesty is away on an expedition!"
