Chapter 239: Feng Zhu and Long Xiang produce heroes (Part 1)
Gyeonggi Province, Bianjing City.
Under the moonlight, inside the door wall, two boys on night duty were holding lanterns and walking in a hurry.
A night outing by candlelight is naturally an elegant thing, with the wind of pines and the music of the piano, and the shadows of flowers on spring clothes, but it has nothing to do with servants like them. The Shangshu Mansion is no different from ordinary people, with strict rules, especially since this is an inner courtyard.
I accidentally ran into the owner's house and was beaten to death on the spot without any explanation.
However, since Cao Shangshu took in a new concubine a year ago, this chore has become more popular.
The two young men walked near a pavilion and intentionally or unintentionally slowed down their pace.
The pavilion is five stories high, with brackets and cornices, carved railings and painted buildings. The high platform on the top floor is covered with tulle. The tulle dances wildly with the evening breeze, like a circle of falling clouds and mist lingering outside, adding to the ambience.
The attic is like a paradise on earth.
The two looked at each other and did not enter the attic. Instead, they turned into a stone forest on the periphery. Before they had walked a few steps, they heard a woman's moans coming from the top floor of the attic.
The oriole's cry was gentle, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, it was numb to the bones.
One of them felt his blood surge when he heard it, and said with envy on his face: "That Miss Cui is really screaming... If I can have a happy night with her, I will be willing to die!"
He can guarantee it with his life. Even the most famous flower girl in Bianjing City may not be as professional as Cui Xiaoniang. When he thinks of her dignified and elegant appearance during the day...
He immediately raised his flag and surrendered, wishing he could fight with a stick.
The other person was obviously much more rational. He gave him a slight push and reminded: "Cui Xiaoniang is also someone of your status who can care about her?! Be careful!"
"Just, just talk casually..."
"Okay! It's almost time, let's go, go!"
The two young men knew not to mess up, so after listening for a while, they came out of the corner of the stone forest.
Little did they know that on the high platform, someone had already seen their actions.
"Looks like someone won't be able to sleep again tonight."
The speaker was an unusually handsome young monk, wearing a golden cassock, with makeup on his face like a woman, leaning against the railing with his chest half open, looking quite frivolous.
Sitting next to him was a woman in white wearing a painted mask. Although she was not wearing socks, her feet were spotless. She was posing with her five hearts in the sky, as if she was meditating.
After a while, the moaning deep in the attic stopped suddenly.
Monk Shi Shiran turned around and whistled: "Is everything done so quickly today?"
"Wen Xiang Bodhisattva and Thorny Faced Dharma King are both here. I can't keep you waiting for a long time. If the word gets out, others won't say that we at Jingci Altar don't know the etiquette?"
Between the curtains, a beautiful woman with half-dressed clothes walked towards her. She had a slim waist, but an exaggerated bust. Her snow-white cream shone like jade in the dim light, and her every move and every move exuded radiance.
There are thousands of styles.
"How are things going at Nan'an Temple?"
"It's over." The demon monk picked up the wine bottle at hand and took two sips, and the wine slowly slid down his lips, "That old guy Jingtong is really willing to spend a lot of money. Our harvest this time is not small, do you want to share it?"
What do you want?"
The beautiful woman seemed to have heard a big joke, and she laughed so hard, "Who are you looking down on for three melons and two dates? It's not enough for me to spend a month in Yunxiu Pavilion."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are worthy of being the master of the Jingci Altar. He is rich and wealthy, but he is no better than our poor relatives from the mountains and valleys."
The monk smiled, knowing that the woman in front of him was qualified to say this.
Who doesn’t know that Cao Shangshu’s favorite person now is Cui Xiaoniang? For her, he did not hesitate to fall out with his wife whom he had been with for 40 to 50 years, verbally quarreled with the Confucian scholars in the Yushitai, and tried to make the beauty smile even though his reputation was not guaranteed in the late festival.
Even if she wants the stars in the sky, Cao Shangshu will try his best to get them for her. Money is really just a number to her.
Thinking of this, the monk's eyes moved deep into the attic. With his cultivation, he immediately caught the figure of Cao Shangshu in the dark night.
He looked at the old man snoring loudly on the bed, and suddenly his interest waned.
Why haven't you noticed this before?
The six heavenly officials who hold all the power...
It turned out that it was nothing more than that.
"Speaking of which, you are really not picky about food. At Cao Shangshu's age, how can he satisfy you?"
Cao Xiaoniang was too lazy to push up her hair: "It's better than you, an inhumane bald man."
Click.
The monk's eyes grew cold, and the wine bottle in his palm shattered, but the wine in it was strangely suspended in the air, transforming into the shape of a Rakshasa's head.
Cao Xiaoniang was not afraid at all and sneered: "Are you sure you want to fight me in Bianjing City, Mozang!"
Outside the attic, there was a strong wind all of a sudden.
Seeing that a fierce battle was about to break out, a faint wisp of green smoke quietly penetrated the nostrils of the two men.
Cui Xiaoniang calmed down a little, glanced at the Wenxiang Bodhisattva who was sitting quietly beside him, and said disgustedly: "Can you stop wearing this shabby mask all the time? It's off-putting to look at."
Wenxiang Bodhisattva did not answer, but lightly touched the mask with his slender fingers, and the painting suddenly came to life, and several horizontal lines were outlined on its own.
O_o
Cui Xiaoniang couldn't do anything with this living treasure, so she laughed and cursed: "Go, go, go."
Mozang turned his back, rolled up his sleeves and stood with his hands behind his back: "Let's not talk about that anymore. Is there any result about what I asked you to inquire about?"
"Sikong Jian is not dead. He was captured by Da Kuixing Lord and thrown into Wude Si's heavenly prison. However, it is said that his cultivation has been abolished and his soul is broken. Now he can't even speak. Even if we really rescue him, it will probably be a long time."
It's of no use." Cui Xiaoniang couldn't hide the contempt in her eyes: "Before departure, I kept saying that this trip will be successful, and it will be a waste."
Mo Zang was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Sikong Jian is actually right, it is indeed done."
"What happened?"
"The demon heart calamity has awakened."
As soon as these words came out, Cui Xiaoniang, who had always been out of shape before, trembled all over, her breathing became rapid, and she stammered: "You, have you seen the Demonic Heart Tribulation?"
"seen."
"Looks... handsome or not?"
This question caught Mozang a bit unexpectedly, "What do you mean?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That is the calamity of the devil's heart. If you can sleep with him once, wouldn't it be worth ten years of hard work? No, twenty years... fifty years
Year!" Cui Xiaoniang's cheeks couldn't help but turn bright red. When she talked about the emotional point, her eyes were a little blurry, "Ah~ I hope he can be rougher..."
Wenxiang Bodhisattva turned his head directly and did not want to see such an eye-catching scene. Mozang couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth and said: "He is mine!"
"Yours?" Cui Xiaoniang licked her red lips and sneered: "Did he have your name engraved on his body? I would like him to engrav his name on mine."
As she spoke, she gently lifted up her thin shirt, and slowly explored her delicate body with her jade fingers, finally drawing a circle on her lower abdomen: "What do you think of it being carved here? Does it look good?"
"Cui Baizhi!"
"Why are you yelling? If you can't do it, why don't you let others do it?!"
Mozang wanted to say something more, but at this moment, a huge roar suddenly came from outside, like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, resounding throughout the sky.
The three of them were stunned at the same time.
Who's so brave in the middle of the night and on the edge of the imperial city? Who's risking his life?
But they soon knew the answer.
Because they saw a flying Yunding Heavenly Palace!
"Zhulong Terrace?" Cui Xiaoniang was the first to recognize the identity of the master of the palace that day, frowning and said: "Since the death of King Xuan, the Zhulong Terrace has been parked in Qizhou City. This is the first time he has returned to Beijing... Youqing
What does the princess want to do with such a big fanfare?"
The corners of Mozang's mouth raised slightly, and under the swaying candlelight, his smile was bright or dark, especially cold: "No matter what she wants to do, this is our opportunity."
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