Jing Hengbo lay on Gong Yin's chest.
The sedan chair was narrow, and Gong Yin had nowhere to hide when she crashed in, so he could only bear the intensity of her enthusiasm with his chest.
But he put his arms across his stomach just in time to avoid some too awkward contact.
Jing Hengbo didn't come here to take advantage of it, she picked Gong Yin's face and looked left and right, wondering: "Hey, your complexion is quite normal. There is still a little blush."
"Sit down," he said.
Jing Hengbo sat down—on his lap.
"Thank you for coming to rescue," she said with a smile, "You are so handsome today."
"It's not as heroic as Her Majesty the Queen." Without lifting his eyelids, he picked up a book and read it. "One person has thousands of faces, and the roles are changeable. From a concubine to a chivalrous woman to a queen, they are all at ease with perfect posture."
Jing Hengbo blinked and sniffed around, "Hey, it's so sour, so sour."
A hand reached out, and with a light wave, she loosened her bun.
"Do you know it's ugly?" he said.
It was only then that Jing Hengbo remembered that he still had a woman's bun on his head, and it was casually tied in order to pretend to be Yeluqi's concubine.
This guy, whose vision is higher than the sky and jealousy is wider than the sea, probably wanted to do this action as soon as he met him. It is a miracle that he has endured until now.
"Isn't it good-looking?" She clung to his lap and hugged his neck, "Is it really not good-looking? Then I will never wear such a bun again, huh?"
"Of course..." He answered casually, then paused suddenly.
Jing Hengbo smiled slyly.
"Is it true that I will never comb it? Who will never comb it? You said so." She nodded his nose.
Gong Yin grabbed her hand and stared at her for a long time. In the dim light, her long hair and cat-like eyes were shining brightly. The charm of the side of her head was sweet and charming, which was different from the usual flamboyant and flirtatious. At this moment, in front of me is a flexible, delicate and uncontrollable little girl.
Both the heart and the throat seemed to be sweet, and the sweetness was so sweet that it was hard to control the mood.
"The Japanese combed a low bun, and Lianjuan swept her eyebrows carefully." Will she one day be able to pull her long hair, comb her bun, sweep her crescent eyebrows, paste flowers, colorful clothes with jade steps, and marry red makeup for ten miles?
And the person who held the colored satin in his sleeves and greeted with a smile, could it be... him?
There seemed to be a surging tide, crashing against the ice and snow embankment, and he seemed to hear the sound of frost and snow cracking, which radiated like cracked armor.
His hand trembled.
"Your hand is suddenly hot." She pressed her cheek against his hand, feeling the strange heat. He has always been slightly cold, as cool as the first snow, and it is surprising to have such heat.
She was afraid that he would have a fever, so she tried it with the back of her hand, but the temperature on her forehead remained the same.
She relaxed, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "It turns out that you can also heat up. That's great. When you suddenly froze, it scared me to death."
In the Tiannan Palace that day, she was deeply impressed by the kiss that couldn't find a place, which caused him to freeze all over, and she always wondered if his Prajna Snow was like the kind described in martial arts novels, who couldn't get close to women. color? Otherwise, why does it freeze when you are emotional? For this reason, I approached him occasionally, always observing carefully, but I didn't find this kind of freezing phenomenon again, and now it's getting hot.
Does this mean that he is actually fine and has no hindrances?
Her long hair fell down and hung down on the back of his hand in strands, covering the red spots that suddenly appeared on his nails.
His fingertips wrapped around her hair, as if wrapping around her unspeakable mood at the moment. Suddenly asked her: "Do you like me to be hotter?"
"I like any of them," she hugged his waist, "as long as it's you."
He gave a "hmm" and said, "Indeed, you like a lot."
She laughed out loud, feeling that the vinegar was quite sweet.
Neither of them spoke, the sedan chair shook slightly, and their bodies touched lightly from time to time. Through the clothes, they experienced each other's tenderness and flexibility little by little time after time. She buried her face in his chest to listen to her heartbeat, while he was sniffing the fragrance of her hair. She thought his heartbeat was the most stable and best in the world, and he felt that the hair he washed with his own hands was the softest and most fragrant.
Jing Hengbo felt warm and at ease. The previous anger, entanglement, nervousness and dissatisfaction naturally disappeared in this man's arms. Nervous and joyful, seeing the figure in his sedan chair, the breath is stable, hearing his voice, completely relaxing, seeing the bright sky and the earth, and everything has light.
There is a kind of person who makes you feel that you can entrust everything to you. The world, mountains and rivers, together with himself, are in his arms.
She doesn't know if it's love, or the sense of dependence under the lack of security, but she knows that she wants this moment, more, more, and this time, longer, longer.
Dimly, she felt his slight shortness of breath, and couldn't help smiling—the woman was in his arms, and this Chu Ge was nervous again.
Just get used to it.
Fearing that he would push her away in embarrassment, she played with his pearl and said softly, "Thank you today...I don't want to cause trouble for you."
He was quiet, and replied, "Seldom spend time with irrelevant people in the future."
Jing Hengbo grinned, "Who is it?"
"You know it yourself."
"I don't know." Jing Hengbo blinked, "I only know that you wipe my hands every time I blow a kiss. Irrelevant people may include the whole Dige people. Are you sure you want to make a long list for me? I Worried that it will be as high as the bed..."
Her chattering words were blocked by his fingers, Jing Hengbo regretted why it was not his lips.
At this point in the novel, it seems that the angry male protagonists should use their lips to block their goblins...
She sighed and clenched his fingers. He seemed uncomfortable again and tried to pull back. Of course she didn't let go and threatened him, "If you move around again, I will pounce on you!"
As expected, he didn't move, and his fingers were slightly stiff in her grasp. Jing Hengbo wanted to laugh wildly—misplaced roles, dear!
President Jing stared at her awkward ice goblin with a smile, thinking that people who had seen him get out of the sedan chair to catch the murderer before, how subversive it would be if they could see this moment...
"Stop talking, you shouldn't be using your fingers, what a spoiler..." She smiled and stood up.
"What..." He seemed a little absent-minded.
"Use..." She suddenly moved forward and pressed her lips against his, "Uh lips..."
He froze.
The nephrite jade was so sudden, she sent it to her.
It's just warm and soft, and it's just her sweet fragrance that is compelling, but it seems to be forced by a sharp knife on the lips and heart, a ray of heat rushes down from the throat, like a kindling thrown into the already boiling oil field, almost immediately , burst into flames.
The fiercer and more intense fire of heart-burning raged in an instant, breaking through the Twelve Bright Halls, and going straight up to the double building!
The color is scarlet, and it will appear in an instant!
With a trembling of his arms, he suddenly grabbed her shoulders, rolled over, and pressed her under him!
Jing Hengbo accidentally offered a kiss as a joke, which caused such a violent reaction from the iceberg. She widened her eyes in panic—no way! She's not ready for this!
Almost without thinking, she immediately raised her arms and pushed him aside forcefully.
Because he knew how strong he was, he tried his best in a panic, but he pushed it with one hand, but he didn't meet any resistance. His body was pushed to the side and bumped against the wall of the sedan chair, causing the whole sedan chair to shake suddenly.
When he bumped into it, he turned his face sideways, and his face hit the deep purple brocade cushion on the backrest behind him, and he stopped for a while.
The sedan chair also stopped, and Meng Hu's slightly worried voice sounded, "My lord..."
"It's all right." Jing Hengbo, who had a fever on his face, immediately answered in a panic. Then he asked Gong Yin in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Gong Yin slightly curved the corners of his lips towards her.
But Meng Hu didn't seem to leave, the sunlight reflected his slightly bowed shadow on the curtain, a bit uneasy and concerned.
Gong Yin supported the sedan chair wall, slowly sat upright, leaned against the backrest, and said: "It's okay, continue."
Hearing his calm voice, Meng Hu stepped back. Jing Hengbo let out a breath, slightly embarrassed, and said to himself: "He is too careful."
Gong Yin didn't speak, and slowly straightened his sleeves, Jing Hengbo's face was hot, he looked around and didn't know what to say.
Both of them didn't talk, and the atmosphere seemed weird. The weirder Jing Hengbo was, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more uncomfortable he became, the more resentful he was - why did he seem guilty and sorry for others when he obviously did something bad? What is this? Is it true that the stronger the aura, the more reasonable it is? By the hair.
Fortunately, after a while, Gong Yin finally spoke softly.
"What happened just now... I'm in a bad mood."
Jing Hengbo yelled inwardly, not embarrassing, but even more embarrassing, how should I answer?
It's okay, it's me who started Meng Lang?
Oh NO.
It doesn't matter, you, Meng Lang, are actually right, but the time and place of Lang are wrong?
Oh NO.
…
"Ahem." After rolling her eyes around, she finally found the most suitable topic.
Talk about business!
"By the way, I have a question."
"Huh?" He seemed a little lazy, and his voice was slightly nasal, but in this dark space, it seemed low and deep, and his voice swirled, which made her feel itchy in her heart, as if being lifted to the tip of her heart by a premature spring seedling. Can't help but think of his strong arms, heavy body, and the melancholy and alluring masculine aura that was approaching infinitely just now...
Jing Hengbo raised his hand to cover his suddenly flushed face—stop it! If she kept thinking about it like this, she would have Meng Lang again!
"That...this..." She suddenly forgot the topic she had thought of.
Gong Yin didn't urge her either, there seemed to be a slight smile in his particularly clear eyes, which flowed like glass in the dim light, making her go crazy, if she didn't see the car curtain from the corner of her eyes, she almost forgot.
"By the way, you said earlier that when the murderer passed by your sedan chair, he placed a hidden weapon mechanism under the sedan chair." Jing Hengbo finally asked the question that was lingering in his heart, "But I think it's unlikely."
"Oh?" He didn't look surprised, on the contrary, he looked encouraging. She was encouraged, and immediately said: "Because when you caught the murderer later, he was among the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Song Office. Judging from his position, even if he passed by your sedan chair, he would not be able to get close to your sedan chair, and the officers and soldiers passed by in line. There are people in the front and back, who can’t see it if you really want to put a mechanism? Even if he is close and his hands are fast, no one will see, but Menghu Yuchun is not far away from your sedan chair, can you be so negligent? Even if they are negligent, one who can Where is the mechanism that launches that kind of hidden weapon so easy to install? What about the angle? How about installing? How about debugging? Then install it as soon as you install it, and shoot it as soon as you shoot it? If the murderer has this ability, he doesn’t need to hide in the crowd Li took advantage of the thick smoke to shoot a hidden weapon and plant it!"
"Very good." He praised lightly, "You have been with me for a long time, and finally you are a little smarter."
"Can you not be so narcissistic?" She poohed him.
"I learned this from you, thank you." He answered quickly.
Jing Hengbo was too lazy to quarrel with him, if she really wanted to fight, she would probably lose.
"How?" She hugged his arm, "Am I right? Did you arrange this so-called murderer's trap?"
"yes."
"Aha, but when did you arrange it? How did you get there?"
"On the way here, I have already sent people over to investigate the news, and made arrangements after learning about the situation."
"It's enough to find out the murderer, why do you have to use such a trick?" This was the question she couldn't figure out the most.
"Think about it." He didn't answer directly, but threw the question to her.
She thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Zhao Shizhi?"
He nodded, and said lightly and deftly: "Because I want him to fall."
Jing Hengbo: "..."
What's the reason?
Just wanting to laugh at his childishness, he heard Meng Hu knocking on the sedan chair outside, the sedan chair stopped, and Meng Hu whispered outside: "Report to the Lord. Mr. Zhao suffered a stroke and fell ill. His family handed him a booklet to report his illness."
Jing Hengbo suddenly turned his head to stare at Gong Yin, and the corners of Gong Yin's lips curled up slowly.
"It must have been caused by the shock of the assassin's stab, and the medical officer went to treat him with all his strength." Gong Yin paused, and his flat tone added a hint of sarcasm, "Let him take good care of his body, and the position of deputy prime minister will wait until he recovers to take over." Woolen cloth."
"Yes." There seemed to be a smile in Meng Hu's voice, and he backed away immediately.
Jing Hengbo also wanted to laugh.
Zhao Shizhi will never recover in his entire life.
Whether it's the deputy prime minister, resisting with Gong Yinruan, or using his influence in the literary world to summon scholars and civil servants to protest, he will probably not be able to do it in his life.
Gong Yin's shots are always so meticulous and sharp, they are the snow-white fangs hidden by the giant beasts, devouring all hopes in a flash.
She raised her head and stared at the man across from him, but he had no intention of taking credit or selling it well. He casually picked up a book and flipped through it. His eyelashes were thick and quiet like a sculpture.
Seemingly feeling her gaze, he didn't raise his head, but said, "There is no need to fight for **** for tat and force with force to solve many things. A wise man will not do it if he puts himself in danger."
She didn't answer, he looked up in astonishment, and was about to teach the wild cat to listen to the lesson, when she suddenly laughed and rushed over, hugged his neck, and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
Before there was a huge shock in his heart, she had moved away even faster, watching him with a smile.
"Thank you," she put her face on his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm not thanking you for helping me, but thanking you for your hard work. Now I'm not angry and wronged at all, I'm very happy, very warm, very joy."
He straightened his body, but he didn't pull her away immediately. After thinking for a while, he gently raised his hand and stroked her smooth long hair like flowing water.
She wanted to look up at him, but he stopped her with his chin on top of her head.
Breathe in each other, embrace warmth.
After a while, she heard him softly say: "Hengbo, I only hope you will be happy forever and know more."
…
The car stopped in front of the palace gate, and Gong Yin's demeanor had returned to normal, so Jing Hengbo got out of the car first. I called the Yuzhao soldiers who were in charge of the palace guards and gave some instructions.
Seeing that there were more soldiers on the square, Jing Hengbo knew that Gong Yin might have strengthened the palace guards again.
She turned around inadvertently, and suddenly saw a red mark behind Gong Yin. His clothes are like snow, and he has never been spotless, so this trace is particularly conspicuous.
Gong Yin suddenly turned around.
Jing Hengbo was almost bumped by his shoulder, and looked up in astonishment. Gong Yin had already raised his hand to call Yuchun, and said, "I suddenly remembered that there is something else to do. You should **** the queen back to the palace first. Menghu, you can accompany me for a while."
Yu Chun came over and stood in front of Jing Hengbo. Meng Hu put a black cloak on his elbow and put it on for Gong Yin. The black silk cloak fell heavily. He, who was dressed in black, looked a little thinner now.
She watched Gong Yin's back disappear into the soft sedan in a hurry, and looked up at the gradually darkening sky, where there were clouds surging and billowing in the sky.
…
After the incident of buying a house, Jing Hengbo did not leave the palace for a while. The government and the public have not been very peaceful recently. Zhao Shizhi suffered a stroke, so the so-called deputy prime minister is naturally useless, and the so-called joint scholar and civil official group to denounce the queen is naturally impossible to achieve. It's just that the events of that day were still spread out, and gradually there were some bad rumors. The queen trespassed on the minister's mansion, the queen kidnapped Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao was killed, and Mr. Zhao fell and had a stroke to save his wife. These are all rumors that are not good for Jing Hengbo. He even brought out Zhao Shizhi's impassioned speech that day, implying that the queen was domineering. It is said that these rumors were first circulated from the Dige Department, but were confirmed by Kang Longjun.
The so-called things hurt the same kind, and the civil servants naturally sympathized with Zhao Shizhi who suffered a stroke. Zhao Shizhi is good at superficial writing and has a good relationship with his colleagues. Zhao Shizhi, whose wife was seriously ill, aged ten years overnight, and his five sisters-in-law cried and cried all day long. It is shocking that such a large and noble mansion has decayed in just a few days.
Many people saw their own future from Zhao Shizhi's current situation. It seems that so far, things and people related to Her Majesty have not been able to come to an end. In just a few months, Sang Tong was defeated by her, Cheng Gumo lost his only son, and Zhao Shizhi died without even keeping his wife. Especially the Sang family, a centuries-old wealthy family with deep roots, suffered an inexplicable defeat. There have been gossips in the court that the Queen "follows the order of the evil star". After the Kanglong Army, the civil servant faction in Dahuang has also shown resistance to the existence of Her Majesty the Queen.
Not to mention those old ministers who defended the old traditions. Except for the great sage Chang Fang and others who insisted on defending the Queen and believed that the Queen was indispensable in the Great Wilderness, most of the others felt that the Queen was deviant and her temperament was very different from that of previous Queens. If you want to be unrestrained, you will definitely not be a peaceful person, and the methods are complicated, and you will act strangely. I am afraid that you will have ulterior motives and overthrow the kingship of the Great Desolation.
Corresponding to the resentment and uneasiness that the imperial court almost formed an alliance with, is the overwhelming support and praise for Jing Hengbo among the people today. The lives and deaths of important figures have nothing to do with the common people. What happened to his wife also made the people clap their hands and applaud - the Zhao family exploited the people, seized the houses, and used various means to deceive and **** the poor girl, and the people had already been filled with resentment.
Of course, the better the response from the people, the less willing the ministers are. To some extent, the interests of the feudal scholar-bureaucrat class and the common people class have always been fundamentally opposed.
The conflicts and contradictions are so clear in front of you: the contradiction between the scholar-bureaucrat class and the common people, the contradiction between the queen who is not willing to be a puppet and the ministers who want the queen to continue to follow the rules, the contradiction between the high-level military and the queen, the contradiction between the civil servants and the queen ...they gradually converged into a sharp pressure that penetrated into the very center of Emperor Song City.
Jing Hengbo didn't face such pressure directly, and many things were suppressed by Gong Yin, but Jing Hengbo could feel the more and more malicious eyes of the people when he was listening to the government, and he could see the paperwork on Gong Yin's desk piled up higher and higher, Gong Yin never let her read these papers sealed with wax paint, but she could guess the content—it was nothing more than a proposal to attack the queen or depose her.
Things are developing in an uncontrollable direction. The assassin caught by the Zhao family last time died suddenly during the interrogation. When Meng Hu handed him over, he had taken care of him again and again, but something went wrong. Then there were rumors that the assassin was actually sent by the queen, which was killing people.
Jing Hengbo could clearly feel the pressure from Gong Yin. Although he didn't say a word, he went to sleep later, went out more, and summoned his officials more often. The angry voices of the officials can still be heard. After each such angry dispute, one or two officials will be missing in the next day's court meeting, and the atmosphere of the court meeting that day will be more dignified and solemn.
Reflecting the sense of tension, there is also the adjustment of the palace guards. Kang Longjun was transferred out of the palace guards, and Yuzhaojun took over with full authority. Not long after that, quite a number of mid-level generals of the Kanglong Army were found to have withheld their salaries and sent them to the frontier swamps. Gong Yin promoted a group of ordinary-born children, and began to recruit recruits from the common people of Dige.
By moving the dragon, there is no doubt that Gong Yin is breaking his own arm, but the reorganization of the military generals will bring another round of tension. No one could guess what Gong Yin was planning to do, why he suddenly wanted to mobilize the Kanglong Army for no reason, which caused Dige's situation to become tense, because in everyone's opinion, the queen was unqualified, and if she was replaced, it wasn't worth fighting at all. For Gong Yin, the national teacher who will always sit firmly on the highest lotus platform, he only needs to sit on the top seat and nod slightly.
The **** perched on the lotus platform seems to be slowly raising the knife, whose head will the knife fall next?
In the wilderness, the court and the wild, wrestling silently, at the intersection of power and competition, there is a peaceful vacuum.
The vacuum covered Jing Hengbo's head.
She was better protected and more closely guarded. Even the adjacent Zhaoming Office was not rebuilt after being struck by lightning, in case Yeluqi's surprise attack happened again.
Jing Hengbo felt the weird atmosphere, and he didn't want to cause Gong Yin any more trouble, so he lived his life honestly. The portrait gallery was still bought, and Sister Cui was arranged to bring people to renovate it. The Zhao family is now too busy to take care of themselves, and no one will come to make trouble.
Sister Cui came back one day and said that the portrait gallery was almost completed and it was time to open. What worries her a little is that the location of the portrait gallery is too far away, and the Zhao Mansion next to it is now taboo because of another incident, and she is afraid that there will be no business.
Jing Hengbo thought for a while, clapped his hands, and ran into the changing room. After a while, he took out a stack of photos to choose among his hands, "Which one is better? This one! Oh no, it's too clear! This one! Oh no, he's in Smile, how can others see his smile? This one! Hey, I can see the plaque on Jingting’s back, no way... Oh yes, this one!"
She took out a photo and handed it to Sister Cui, "A born idol spokesperson, this is it!"
The photo is slightly overhead, with flowers and shadows nearby, pavilions and pavilions, and deep in the shade of a canopy are black tiles, white walls and purple-red windows, and a figure in white stands quietly in front of the window, whose face cannot be seen clearly, but It can be seen that the person is like a jade tree, the hair is like black sandalwood, and the pearls on the neckline are faintly haloed with light golden light, reflecting a touch of soft red lips.
The colors are bright and harmonious, and the figures are as frosty as snowy. Even though it was just a silhouette in the distance, everyone couldn't help but stare at that figure, daydreaming, how can such a demeanor be a **** among gods?
"This picture really imitates the Fengshen temperament of the national teacher to seven or eight points." Even sister Cui couldn't help admiring.
Jing Hengbo nodded again and again, and she also felt that Gong Yin's demeanor can be directly expressed by non-verbal brushes, even if it comes from the most advanced photographic technology in modern times that has surpassed time for thousands of years, it can barely reflect it.
Those modern big stars and little fresh meats, who Jing Hengbo used to lick the screen with nymphomaniacs, if she stood in front of her now, she would have to stretch out a finger and say, "LOW!"
"This is the one." Jing Hengbo made a decision, "You can't see his face at all, but it's full of flavor, the best advertising effect."
"But it's just one, it's so small, where is it suitable to stick it? You can't see it unless you get close..."
"Go to the best painter in Dige." Jing Hengbo carefully put the photo into the box, and told Sister Cui: "Let them draw a batch of images against this photo, and paint them step by step. The first one is only The flower shadows are scattered, the second picture begins to appear pavilions and pavilions, the third flower shadow reveals the small window of the quiet garden, and the fourth picture shows a figure in the small window. Each picture must be drawn carefully, and the scene in the picture should be restored as much as possible. They all write in a conspicuous place 'Glory lasts forever, and the city is alluring in an instant'"
"The beauty lasts forever, and the city can be beautiful in an instant..." Sister Cui thought for a while, then smiled, "I really don't see how you can come up with such a sentence."
"It's plagiarism," Jing Hengbo waved his hand, "Little Cake loves to write poems, and she often babbles and babbles, filling a small notebook and locking it up for us to read. Hehe, who is the sister? I've seen it before, so sad , very sour, but this sentence can be barely used... By the way, my portrait gallery is called 'Shina'."
"Shina?" Sister Cui frowned, feeling that the name was really not auspicious.
"That's right. In a moment, the image remains in a moment, but the memory is forever." Jing Hengbo was suddenly a little dazed, "There is no such thing as eternity in the world, and sometimes it is good to have such a moment of beauty."
She stroked the photo lightly with her fingers, her eyes a little empty.
In an instant, this word that was too polite for her also flooded into her mind in an instant, and suddenly she felt that at this moment, this word couldn't be more appropriate.
Time travel is an instant, parting is an instant, all losses and gains are an instant...
Just like a sudden inexplicable throbbing pain in the bottom of my heart at this moment, it is also an instant...
It will be fine, everything is a moment...
"Da Bo..." Seeing her suddenly lost in thought, Sister Cui patted her on the shoulder comprehendingly, "Don't think too much, we don't have to worry too much about the affairs of the court, the Imperial Teacher will arrange everything."
"That's right." Jing Hengbo immediately came back to his senses, and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Why else would you want a male bull? Isn't the male bull to defend your sister from the front line?"
"How can I get these portraits done?" Sister Cui brought the topic back.
"Walk forward with the portrait, post one at every intersection leading to our portrait gallery, and make an arrow to indicate it." Jing Hengbo said, "Every painting has blank space, which will make people keep following it curiously , In the end, go all the way to our door, and you use a crystal frame to inlay this baby photo on our door."
"It's a good thing you figured it out." Sister Cui took the photo, and Jing Hengbo repeatedly asked, "Don't touch it with your hands! Be careful! Remember to return it to me after a few days of advertising!"
"It's just that it costs a lot of money to hire the best painter to paint so many paintings." Sister Cui felt sorry for Yinzi.
"Spend a dime! You go and tell them that you have the unparalleled miniature high-definition simulation small painting that was said in the last welcome ceremony. You can show them to appreciate and learn to copy. The premise is that you can paint for us for free for one month. advertising poster!" Jing Hengbo patted Sister Cui on the shoulder, "Believe me, they will run faster than rabbits."
Sister Cui shook her head as she walked away. She felt that Jing Hengbo should not be a queen, but a profiteer.
She walked a long way, but Jing Hengbo chased after her and grabbed the door frame and shouted, "Remember, no money! No board and lodging! No brushes, paints and paper! We are poor, if possible, let them pay the site fee and the observation fee." !"
In the distance, Sister Cui staggered...
…
Jing Hengbo carried a can of tonic soup, and went to give love to the male pot cow.
But she was stopped by the guards at the gate of Jingting.
"Reporting to Your Majesty," the guard politely but resolutely stopped her from the side door, "The national teacher is about to receive important guests, it is inconvenient, please go back and rest first, he said he will see you when he is free."
"I've heard this countless times." Jing Hengbo frowned, "I won't disturb him, and I don't expect him to find time to visit me even if he's so busy. I just sat aside and didn't talk. Don't bother me, okay?"
"Your Majesty, please don't embarrass me." The guard didn't move, just saying this back and forth.
Jing Hengbo stood on tiptoe and looked over the shoulders of the guards to look at Jingting's study room. His head was shaking faintly. He was indeed still busy. Recently, she seldom has the opportunity to see him. Sometimes it's not that he doesn't want to, but that there are generals of the Kanglong Army and his subordinates on many occasions. Ever since a general of the Kanglong Army couldn't control his emotions and tried to provoke her, the palace Yin tried his best to prevent her from colliding with those people again.
Jing Hengbo sighed, and walked back sullenly, carrying the jar.
The guard silently closed the side door, looked back at the corridor of the study in front, Meng Hu was walking out of the house, looking over here.
The guard nodded, Meng Hu nodded slightly, turned around and entered the study.
A few guards walking back and forth in the study saw him come in, and retreated silently, and there was no one in the room at once.
Meng Hu walked to the desk where Gong Yin often sat, stretched out his hand to stroke the bottom of the desk, and immediately, the wall behind him collapsed silently.
The moment the wall fell down, a threatening cold air shot out, Meng Hu shuddered, closed all the doors and windows, and turned his head.
The inner room is a world of ice crystals, and the ground is full of broken jade and chaotic jade. It seems that it only crosses a wall, and it goes from autumn to winter.
Gong Yin sat on the broken ice, his snow-colored robe mixed with fine ice crystals, and his face was as white as snow.
Meng Hu closed the secret door, squatted down, and pressed his palms on the ice crystals on the ground, causing Lingling to shudder.
When he looked up again, there was deep worry in his eyes.
Gong Yin slowly opened his eyes, and for a moment Meng Hu felt that he could vaguely see the red shadows in his eyes, but they disappeared for a moment, like an illusion.
"she left?"
"yes."
Gong Yin slowly closed his eyes, his wrists were hanging on his knees, and on the tip of his middle finger, there was a faint line of blood spreading straight to his upper wrist veins.
Meng Hu saw it at a glance, his heart was shocked, and he burst out in a panic: "My lord, could it be that..."
Gong Yin raised his hand and stopped his words.
"It's okay. Don't be so nervous." He got up, and the snow-white robe brushed against the fine ice crystals, making a slight cracking sound, "The ice in this ice room is the thousand-year-old black ice in the wilderness, which can help Prajna Snow Hold on tight, you've got it."
"The death of a subordinate will not let people take a step."
"It doesn't matter." Gong Yin actually smiled slightly, "In a few days, maybe this Xuanbing will be useless..."
Meng Hu looked up at him, in the dim light of the inner room, he was standing far away, in a trance, he was still the boy who walked down the snow mountain alone, cut off all enemies with one sword, and was trapped by ice and snow ever since.
"How about Kanglong?" Gong Yin asked.
"There seems to be a change, and the newly promoted generals are very excluded."
Gong Yin lowered his dense eyelashes, as if in deep thought, and said softly for a long while: "God's will..."
Meng Hu pursed his lips with a bitter expression.
Some sudden accidents completely wiped out the master's original plan. The situation was as follows: the carriage rumbled forward, and before people were shocked by God's will, no matter how careful the plan was, no matter how thorough the thinking was, they were helpless and powerless .
Gong Yin raised his head, as if he had already made a decision, and said: "Starting tomorrow, we will reorganize the Kanglong spider web, and send the most secret spider web spies out of Dige."
"yes."
"Yingbai, the commander of Yuzhao Dragonriders, has he started hanging around casinos and restaurants recently?"
"My lord, you also know," Meng Hu said with a helpless smile on his lips, "He is an old problem. He can live without parents and women, and he can't live without wine and gambling, but he has never spoiled your business for so many years. , haven't you already acquiesced?"
"One moment and another moment," Gong Yin said lightly, "Now, I don't intend to acquiesce."
Meng Hu widened his eyes.
"Order the spider web spies to collect evidence of Yingbai's violation of law and discipline."
"My lord!" Meng Hu was startled, and he knelt forward, looking anxious when he raised his head, "The governor of Chengdu has been separated, and Commander Ying is now the only caring person in the military around you! You can't..."
"When did you start to take care of military affairs?" Gong Yin's voice was as light as smoke without any chill, but Meng Hu trembled and lowered his head.
"Get back." Gong Yin sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, "I'll adjust my breath for a while, Tie Xingze is here, let him come in."
Meng Hu retreated silently, walked to the door, hesitantly looked back.
Gong Yin's face was expressionless, and his brows were calm in the cold air of ice crystals.
"My lord..." Meng Hu finally couldn't help it, and said in a low voice, "When did the love grow so deep that it would turn the world upside down?"
In the cold and smoky light, the snow-capped man remained motionless, not saying a word.
Meng Hu sighed and opened the door to leave. The door slowly closed, gradually bridging the light and shadow.
Gong Yin opened his eyes, and the red shadows in his eyes flashed past.
He lowered his head and slowly spread out his palm, a faint red thread passed through his palm and went straight to his wrist, and the rest was hidden in his sleeves, the depth of which was unknown.
That line is like a newly added palm print, strangely revealing the fate of the world.
He was silent, his black hair drooping like running water.
When did the love grow deep, and then the world will be turned upside down?
Who knows?
Maybe it was the lick in the brothel in Dayan County.
Maybe it's the bright smile that never changes when I walk along the way.
Maybe it's the day and night of walking in the mountains and forests.
Maybe it was the dance in Tiannan Palace.
Perhaps it was her all-out pounce on the riverboat in the palace.
Perhaps she sacrificed herself to protect King Bailiying when Yeluqi was assassinated in his tent.
Perhaps it was Xiaohe who cunningly refused Yeluqi's temptation.
Perhaps it was her brilliance that illuminated the wilderness during the welcoming ceremony.
Maybe it was because she tried her best to kill the assassin when she met the assassin in the bedroom.
Perhaps it was her mourning and determination when she threw herself on the "Ice Crystal Headless Corpse" in front of Yuzhao Palace...
I don't know the origin of the love, I don't need to know the origin, I don't know when he has gone so far, and when he turned back, the flowers on the way covered no one's eyes. Every flower and leaf is her smiling face.
This feeling is like a chaotic string, and there are thousands of ripples in the heart lake. When it is time to sort it out, listen quietly.
…
Jing Hengbo carried the jar, and didn't want to go back to his bedroom, so he walked aimlessly and left his palace without knowing it. Walking to the edge of an artificial lake, my feet suddenly tilted, and I looked down, and the heel of my high-heeled shoes got stuck in the crevice of the stone again.
She pulled it out twice, but she didn't pull it out. She was afraid of damaging the heel, so she threw the shoe away in a fit of anger, and simply sat barefoot on a rock on the side of the rockery. She picked up the jar, opened it, and started eating!
If he doesn't eat, she doesn't want to go back and pour it out or cry into the jar, she wants to eat more and eat his portion back!
The sky is bright and the breeze is blowing. Her Majesty the Queen sits barefoot on the rocks, facing the quiet courtyard far away.