Chapter seven hundred and thirty first sinister people
A long time ago, Shang Zirong knew that this day would come sooner or later, and she was mentally prepared for it. Recently, she has become more and more immersed in the joy of power, and it is not an escape strategy.
However, when this day came, she still felt extremely painful. The extravagant hopes left in her heart were severely shattered by reality, leaving her to run away like a coward. The only thing she could do was to keep her only possessions in front of others.
Remaining self-esteem.
Pushing open the courtyard door, closing it quickly, fastening the door valve, and entering the room, Shang Zirong no longer had to pretend, threw herself on the bed, buried her head in the quilt, and started to cry loudly.
Also from the Mozhu Gang, in another courtyard, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Ye were drinking to the moon.
The two elders have a very special status in the Mozhu Gang. They usually do not interfere in any affairs, but no one dares to be disrespectful to them. With the continuous development of the Mozhu Gang, the life of the two elders has naturally improved, and they are dressed like rich men.
But tonight, Mr. Ye seemed a little uninterested and sighed for the fifth time.
Mr. Zhang drank until his face turned red and his tongue was tied and he said: "Old Ye, you have a good wife, two generations living under the same roof, and a long line of descendants. What else do you have to worry about? Sometimes, I really envy you, haha...
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Mr. Ye ignored his nonsense and said with emotion: "I'm worried about Girl Rong, whether she will be confused. You and I both know how that girl feels about Mu Feng, alas!"
Mr. Zhang hummed and said: "If you ask me, it's useless for Mu Feng. It's such a simple thing. Wouldn't it be better to marry Rong Yatou together? Then we can hug each other and sleep together, and we can change them from time to time.
Changing the taste makes people drool just thinking about it!”
Ye Laozheng was so depressed that when he heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, glared at Mr. Zhang angrily, and scolded: "You old man, you are half buried in the earth, can you be a little more upright?
Besides, how can the Wu family agree?"
Mr. Zhang laughed evilly, hooked his finger at Mr. Ye, and motioned for him to come closer. Mr. Ye didn't want to pay attention to this old naughty boy, but seeing his mysterious look, he couldn't help but be curious. After thinking about it, he finally
He moved his body slightly.
Mr. Zhang said in a low voice: "This matter is simple. Let Mr. Mu Feng sleep with the girl of the Wu family first, so that the Wu family has no way out. When the time comes, Mr. Mu Feng proposes to marry the junior sister together, do the Wu family dare to agree?"
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Mr. Ye looked at Mr. Zhang with a dumbfounded expression. He knew that the other party was shameless, but he still never imagined that the other party was so shameless. He was already very old and slept here and there. Even the solution to the problem was from this aspect.
To begin with, it is simply hopeless.
In a hurry, Mr. Ye stood up, brushed his sleeves and said, "It's late at night and I'm tired. Lao Zhang, you can go and rest by yourself!" This was an eviction order.
Mr. Zhang didn't take it seriously at all, he still sat there drinking and said with a smile: "Old Ye, although the method is a little shameless, the most important thing is to achieve the goal. Do you want to make Rong girl sad all the time?"
These words made Mr. Ye silent, but he immediately shook his head and said: "Even so, with Mu Feng's current martial arts, few people in the world can defeat him. If he is not willing to do that kind of thing, who can force him to do it?"
Mr. Zhang's eyes flashed with strange light, and he said carelessly: "You don't have to worry about this. If you agree, leave the matter to me and make sure it's done properly!"
Mr. Ye looked at him doubtfully: "Why do you have to agree to it?"
Zhang Laoli said confidently: "After the incident, what if the Mufeng boy throws fire on me? Of course I have to find someone to take the blame."
Mr. Ye's head was full of black threads after hearing this, and he really wanted to ignore this old bastard again, but it was about the happiness of Girl Rong, which he had watched since childhood. She was almost the same as his own granddaughter. If he could make Girl Rong get her wish
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After thinking again and again, the expression on Mr. Ye's face changed rapidly, and finally he sighed dejectedly: "No way."
This time it was Mr. Zhang who was surprised and said doubtfully: "I told you to leave the problem to me, but you are just taking the blame. You keep saying that you are worried about Rong, Lao Ye, you won't even be willing to take this responsibility."
Bar?"
"That's not the problem." Mr. Ye shook his head and looked helpless: "Girl Rong likes Mu Feng, but Mu Feng may not like her. How can we trap Mu Feng and that innocent wizard because of girl Rong's selfishness?
The young lady of the family, Yu Yiyi? Forcibly bringing the three of them together, even if they succeed for the time being, they may not be happy in the future. If Mu Feng and Rong Yatou are really destined... who can say clearly what will happen in the future."
Mr. Zhang stood up and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Ye: "Old Ye, you are almost catching up with the saint. You are so cruel to Rong girl! Hum, since you are not willing to take the blame together, then I don't care.
Well, let Rong Yatou grieve alone!"
After saying that, he gave Mr. Ye a fierce look and then strode away.
Ye Lao shouted: "Where are you going?"
"Old man, I'm so depressed, I'm going to find my best friend to vent my anger!" The voice fell, and Mr. Zhang's figure disappeared around the corner, leaving Mr. Ye alone in the courtyard and sighing.
Sometimes, Mr. Ye feels that he really can't understand this old friend. It seems that since they met more than 20 years ago, he has been walking around the flower streets and willow alleys all year round. Logically speaking, with his body and excessive sexual indulgence, he should have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.
It's amazing, but he is still alive and kicking and full of energy.
On the other hand, he was obviously better in martial arts than his opponent, but as he got older, his body was getting worse day by day... Putting aside distracting thoughts, Mr. Ye said Rong Yatou again, and then returned to the room with a bitter expression.
The news of Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Yuanyuan's wedding spread widely within a few days, making countless people in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty aware of it. With the help of "On Jianghu", in less than half a month, it spread to almost all the five major dynasties.
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For a time, countless men who admired Wu Yuanyuan felt sad and cursed a flower stuck on cow dung, and countless women in the boudoir were sad for spring and autumn, wishing they could replace Wu Yuanyuan.
The Imperial City of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the residence of the Eighth Prince.
A beast-like roar came from the room, and not long after, the door opened, and a man with fragrant hair and hair on his hair ran out of the room disheveled, with a slap mark on his delicate face.
The guards on both sides turned a blind eye, because this scene has been happening since the prince came back.
In the room, the Eighth Prince was lying on the bed panting, the ferocity on his face gradually receding, turning into a deeper hatred in his eyes. He was never willing to let Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Yuanyuan get married so happily, why should he be jealous and crazy here?
That pair of bitches can indulge in sexual pleasure?
After thinking for a while, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the Eighth Prince. He stood up and put on his clothes. When he walked out of the room, he was back to his usual gentle and elegant appearance.
Ignoring the saluting guards on both sides, the Eighth Prince said to Cen Gang who was following him: "Get ready, I will enter the palace immediately."
Cen Gang said yes and immediately called his men.
Soon after, a luxurious carriage was surrounded by guards and drove all the way to the imperial city. As His Majesty's younger brother, the Eighth Prince did not need to take off his clothes for inspection when entering the palace. After being informed, he was quickly led to the imperial study by the eunuch.
The Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was dressed in yellow casual clothes, but he still couldn't hide his domineering and arrogant look with the body of a dragon and a tiger. The Eighth Prince came forward and saluted: "My brother, I pay my respects to my brother."
Hearing the voice, the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty, who was reviewing the memorial, did not raise his head and just asked: "The emperor's brother suddenly came to me today, but what's the important matter?"
The Eighth Prince was always scheming, so he did not express his intention directly when he heard the words, because he knew that the man in front of him was naturally suspicious and did not trust himself completely. If the purpose was too strong, it might be counterproductive.
So he deliberately talked about some issues under his rule and expressed that he wanted to discuss it with his brother. The Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty answered a few words from time to time, and after reviewing the memorial, he finally raised his head.
I haven't seen him for many days. The emperor was obsessed with official duties. His expression was a bit haggard. His face was thinner, but his eyes were sharper. Like an eagle, he suddenly shot at him, which made the Eighth Prince's heart twitch and couldn't bear it.
Zhu lowered his head.
The Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty smiled lightly and said: "Brother, in the future, you can discuss this matter directly with the two prime ministers. They have more experience than me."
Although he was laughing, the Eighth Prince could hear a hint of impatience in the other party's words. He couldn't help but tense up and hurriedly responded: "My brother, I obey!"
The Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty hummed, leaned back on the back of his chair, and closed his eyes. His omnipresent and intimidating presence was probably enough to scare away most of the court officials.
Even the Eighth Prince wanted to retreat, but the reluctance in his heart made him muster up the courage to resist the urge to pull out. He raised his head and said, "Brother, have you heard any news recently?"
He did not dare to show off in front of the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty, so he quickly asked and answered: "I heard that the number one martial arts genius of my dynasty is going to get married soon."
The Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty had no special reaction. He just closed his eyes and asked, "What do you want to say?"
The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth and said in an excited tone: "To be honest with the Emperor, I have always been wary of that Zhuo Mufeng. He comes from a martial arts background and is ruthless and scheming. However, his martial arts qualifications are extremely high. He may indeed become another person."
A legendary master.
Brother Emperor, those kind of people should not exist in the world at all! They have broken the balance of the world. If not for some reasons, I am afraid that the world will be in chaos because of these people. That Zhuo Mufeng has ulterior motives. According to my brother's opinion
, for the sake of the peace of our Eastern Zhou royal family, we must not give him the opportunity and time to grow up, and we should eradicate the roots as soon as possible, which is the best way!"
Having said that, the Eighth Prince bowed his hands very solemnly to express his absolutely selfless attitude.
The imperial study became quiet.
The Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty, who had been taking a nap, opened his eyes at some point, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the heart of the Eighth Prince, causing the latter to feel a chill down his back even if he did not raise his head.
Just when the Eighth Prince could hardly breathe, the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty said: "I have my own considerations for what you said."
In one sentence, he neither agreed to the Eighth Prince's suggestion nor denied his reminder, which gave people an ambiguous and unfathomable feeling.
Cold sweat broke out on the Eighth Prince's forehead because he heard the warning in the tone of the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty. This imperial brother had a strong personality and no one could comment on his decisions.
I am afraid that I am disgusted by my talkativeness this time. The Eighth Prince regretted it and did not want to stay any longer. He forced a smile and said: "Now that the emperor has an idea, it is my brother who talks too much. My brother..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty spoke directly: "The eighth day of the next month is the day of Zhuo Mufeng's wedding. The emperor's brother has nothing to do, so he went on my behalf to celebrate for my valued ministers.
Let’s have some fun.”
The Eighth Prince felt his whole body go cold and his feet felt weak. It was obvious that Zhuo Mufeng's status in the heart of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Emperor was beyond his imagination. A mere fourth-grade official actually asked him, the prince, to go there. It seemed that it would take a long time.
I won't be able to deal with that kid for a period of time.
"My brother obeys the order!" The Eighth Prince responded absently, but the next words of the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty were like a bomb, making the Eighth Prince almost jump: "It's not a big problem to like women, as long as you have the ability.
If you have the means, even if you set your sights on Zhuo Mufeng's wife, I won't say anything more."