In the deep garden of the palace of Guhu Kingdom, Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Wei Shu wearing the royal robes of Guhu King. He must have used some unknown method to sneak into this place, but the entire Wei envoy group was imprisoned in the dungeon at this time. What method could Wei Shu use to come back?
Wei Shu saw that she was just in a daze, but didn't say anything. However, there were people outside, so he grabbed her hand and tried to pull her off the ivory couch.
Concubine Zhao Ling was pulled up by him. Seeing him pulling her to leave, she followed him and quickly held his hand with her backhand: "Brother Juyuan...Brother Juyuan! Can you explain it to me first? You sneaked into the palace, do you want to take me away alone? Just the two of us? Where can we escape to? The envoys are still in the city."
Wei Shu turned around.
Zhao Lingfei still had a pretty face, but her life in the frontier for more than three years, sharing the same fate and hardships with the envoys, made her mature a lot. Her eyes were still bright when she looked up at him, and she was still a lively lady, but no longer naive.
She looked at him and said something that was completely different from her own bold personality: "Brother Juyuan, I am here to stabilize the Guhu Kingdom. You should go back to Wei to ask for help, and tell Wei that the Guhu Kingdom has betrayed Wei and joined the Nanman... This is what we should really do when we are on a diplomatic mission, isn't it?"
Wei Shu stared at her, and suddenly a stabbing pain surged in his heart.
He said, “No.”
Concubine Zhao Ling was surprised, her starry eyes widened slightly.
Wei Shu said: "The mission of the envoys is to help Wei to deal with the relations with the surrounding countries. Guhu country is 8,000 miles away from Chang'an. Even if I return to Chang'an, I can't reach you. Even if I persuade the armies of Shuofang and Helong to rescue you, the trip may take half a month or several months. What will you do? If something changes, do you want me to live alone instead of you?"
He was about to reach adulthood, between boyhood and youth, his features becoming more and more handsome, and his cold gaze was like a bright pearl shot straight at me, shining brightly.
Wei Shu's tone was calm: "I, Wei Juyuan, cannot bear the lives and hopes of so many people."
Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were slightly red. She was a little anxious and desperate: "What should I do? What should I do? What's the point of you saving me?"
Wei Shu held her hand and said, "Of course it will be helpful to save you! I need your martial arts to cooperate with me! Don't underestimate yourself and think that you are only useful to me as a woman and can only help me through marriage. We will fight our way out and not return to Wei. The Guhu Kingdom betrayed Wei and joined the Nanman. We didn't know about it beforehand. We can borrow troops from the neighboring countries in the east and west in the name of Wei, and then come back to attack the Guhu Kingdom and rescue the envoys.
"We are sandwiched between the East and the West. Since we were trapped in Guhu for half a month, the Nanman has never sent an envoy. Otherwise, we would have been given to the Nanman envoy as a gift by the Guhu King. As we traveled, we heard that the Nanman King was busy quelling the civil war and unifying the Nanman. Guhu is a small country. Even if we attacked Guhu and the Nanman knew about it, the Nanman King would be too busy to lead his troops to fight abroad.
"Isn't he afraid of being tricked? Is he really fearless of our Great Wei? Moreover, even if he really brings troops to fight... a small country like Guhu has been able to exist for so many years between the Southern Barbarians and the Great Wei because geographically, it is easier to defend a city than to attack it!
"We must open trade routes for the Great Wei and quell the rebellion. The Guhu Kingdom is caught in the middle and must not become a running dog of the Southern Barbarians or the front line of the war between the Southern Barbarians and the Great Wei. We must change the surname of Guhu back to the surname of the Great Wei.
"Ling Fei, do you know what "jimi" means? Jimi means that when a place is not Wei's territory, we should adapt to local conditions and use local people to govern the place. This is the policy we should adopt towards the Guhu Kingdom. This is the role of our envoys."
Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him blankly. She had always thought that Wei Shu was very talented and insightful. But he seldom spoke, and was always cold and quiet. She had always thought that... he didn't care about others that much.
Concubine Zhao Ling looked down at him holding her hand and murmured, "You are too bold. Since ancient times, when envoys go out of the country, it has never been reasonable for an envoy to lead troops to destroy a country."
Wei Shu whispered: "Why not be the first one?"
Wei Shu waited for Zhao Lingfei's answer, but Zhao Lingfei's expression suddenly changed, and she dragged him by the wrist, pulling him towards her. Wei Shu was stunned. Although he also practiced martial arts, he was obviously not as clever as Zhao Lingfei. He staggered and was pulled over by this powerful young lady.
Concubine Zhao Ling leaned on the bed and hugged Wei Shu. She stumbled and was pressed down by Wei Shu inside the golden tent of the bed.
As his nose touched the girl's, Wei Shu stiffened instantly.
At the same time, the palace door was pushed open, and a palace servant came to inform impatiently in the unfamiliar Wei official language: "Princess, the auspicious time has arrived, you should... the king!"
The palace maid saw the wedding robe belonging to King Gu Hu exposed between the bed curtains. She didn't know that the real King Gu Hu had been knocked unconscious and was lying in an unnoticed palace. The palace maid saw a corner of the robe and quickly glanced at the bed curtains. She knelt down and talked nonsense.
Neither Zhao Lingfei nor Wei Shu understood what she said.
Wei Shu lowered his head and looked at the girl who was breathing within an inch of him.
Her eyes were as bright as water, and her breath was entangled with his.
Neither of them spoke, just waiting quietly.
After a long while, the palace servant who was kneeling at the palace gate did not get a response from the prince, so he quietly stood up, closed the door and left. As soon as the palace servant left, Wei Shu immediately sat up with his back to Concubine Zhao Lingfei.
A strange atmosphere filled the air.
Zhao Lingfei's hand was held again. She trembled, her heart beating like thunder, and she looked over quietly.
Wei Shu had a fair complexion, and his appearance was always as radiant as a jade. But now his snow-white face was tinged with red, and he pulled her up firmly.
Concubine Zhao Ling was dragged off the bed. She felt shy, but she deliberately interrupted the strange silence between the two and said, "You think so clearly and are so courageous. After you get out of this predicament, you can just go and borrow troops... You don't need to come back."
She muttered, "Or maybe you should save them, why save me?"
Wei Shu turned around and said, "Because the one who is getting married tonight is not the envoy, but you. Because I helped you leave Wei, not to let you still exist as a marriage. Didn't you say it, Concubine Ling? You want to be a free eagle in the sky, not a vassal of others."
Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him infatuatedly, then smiled.
Her smile became dazzling, and the dim light in her eyes brightened again. She had tears in her eyes, but she smiled and nodded, nodded repeatedly, and took the initiative to hold his hand. She had the courage to move forward, but she was afraid that no one would support her.
As long as there is one person supporting!
As long as there is one person supporting it!
This road full of obstacles...what does she have to fear!
Concubine Zhao Ling took a step forward, tore off the crown on her head, and tore off the red wedding dress that had made her feel depressed for a long time. She was led by Wei Shu to escape from the palace, and they fled along the path that Wei Shu had already explored.
If you meet a palace guard on the way, kill him!
If someone tries to stop you, just jump!
Zhao Lingfei didn't have a sword, and neither did Wei Shu. But Zhao Lingfei was good at martial arts, and she quickly captured the sword from the palace guards who attacked them. For a moment, the two of them fought shoulder to shoulder, with a sense of being ambitious and desperate!
But this isn't really The Fugitive.
Wei Shu came to rescue her, so he would naturally have some preparations.
Wei Shu gave Zhao Lingfei a few words, and Zhao Lingfei looked at him worriedly. After meeting his determined gaze, she gritted her teeth and left, walking alone. The girl had a graceful figure, and she was able to fight even under the obstruction of the guards at night. If it wasn't for the safety of the ministers, how could Zhao Lingfei be caught?
She broke out of the encirclement alone, leaving Wei Shu behind. In this way, the palace lost a princess who was about to get married. The palace guards were terrified and panicked, so they used all kinds of killing moves against Wei Shu - at least one person must be left behind!
After several years of missions outside the Great Wall, Wei Shu's martial arts skills were incomparable to those in Chang'an. He still had some strength to fight here, so he fought while calculating the time in his mind. However, as time passed and the flames gathered here, Wei Shu began to sweat on his forehead, worrying that his plan would fail.
A densely woven net was summoning him. When Wei Shu was exhausted, he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from afar. Concubine Zhao Ling spoke in a clear voice:
"Brother Juyuan——"
Wei Shu looked up and saw her riding a horse at night outside the dense net. Her clothes and hair were flying, but her eyes were as bright as the stars and as bright as candlelight. She leaned down and stretched out her hand to him, and raised the sword in her other hand. The light was like an arc, and the girl was so beautiful. She swung the sword in her hand fearlessly towards the huge net that was about to cover Wei Shu!
Lightning flashed across the sky!
That was the most beautiful light Wei Shu had ever seen.
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Lightning flashed across the gray sky, raising the curtains and making them flutter like rain and sand.
It seemed as if a night rain was coming, and the cool evening breeze pushed open the window silently. Lightning spread across the sky, shining brilliantly, witnessing the chaos between a young princess and her lover in a house in an inn on the way to Jinling.
Just like a butterfly circling an ancient ivy tree that grows naturally and without desire, the gorgeous butterfly must perch on the ancient tree, and the moment it perches, the place where it lands begins to emit an incomparably brilliant light and blooms with blurred, fragrant flowers.
The leaves and flowers grow along the limbs of the ancient tree, shining brightly. As the vines of the ancient tree stretch out, the leaves and flowers flow along the marrow of the tree, spreading all over the tree. Thus, the tree is full of flowers and fragrance.
As the curtains fell, Yan Shang and Mu Wan faced each other and kissed each other. He intertwined his fingers with hers and could vaguely feel the wind. He tilted his head and was kissed on the cheek by the girl.
His eyebrows twitched.
So she kissed him again.
Yan Shang couldn't help but laugh, his heart was filled with sadness and love. She was like a fairy, charming and charming, he just hated himself for not seeing her. But she was a gorgeous butterfly, she was the water lily in his heart that was slow to bloom, he always didn't want to pay attention to her, but he couldn't help being attracted to her.
He is old-fashioned, boring and dull. He is philanthropic, ruthless and cowardly.
He is not suitable to be a lover, not suitable to love someone.
But Mu Wanyao still came to hold his hand and still came to love him.
Sometimes he thought that Mu Wanyao was not a good person either. She was selfish, cold-hearted, cunning, eccentric, and uneasy. She was always hot and cold, often indifferent, and sometimes made him sad. But this was Mu Wanyao, the vivid beauty that made him obsessed.
He and she both have many flaws, and are not suitable to love or waste time on someone. But as fate goes, they meet again and again.
Yan Shang felt that he was particularly excited. The rare heat in his blood was ignited by her. He hugged her tightly and leaned over to kiss her. He didn't say a word, but just moved. But she was different. Her messy, leisurely, warm and soft breath brushed against his ears, which made him even more anxious.
He could only pant and plead: "Shake..."
Mu Wan's face flushed, she frowned, the feeling of being both ice-sinking and fire-drowning made her hug his neck and hold him tightly. This stimulation was too vivid, she hummed softly, and reached out to brush away the sweat-soaked hair on his cheek.
She put her fingers around his veiled eyes and looked at his bright red lips with her charming eyes. Her heart was itching, and Mu Wan moved closer, entwining her wet breath with his again.
Mu Wan shook her head and whispered, "You seem...very emotional."
He didn't say anything, but just tilted his neck back, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, and she couldn't help but stretch out her little finger to gently scratch it. He trembled and tried to grab her hand, and he giggled, hiding in his arms and rubbing around, randomly calling him "good brother".
Three years, three years.
Old love reappears, and old love is unforgettable.
When it was over, he tilted his neck back and she leaned against his chest. Both of them frowned and sighed softly in comfort.
Then they were both startled at the same time.
Mu Wan shook his head and smiled: "Very good, right? See, I told you to come earlier, but you didn't come."
Yan Shang's face was red, and he couldn't speak. He usually couldn't say anything at this time. Mu Wanyao gently scratched his face, and then hugged him and lay down together. She entangled with him intimately for a while, then stopped him, and the two of them hurriedly cleaned up the traces.
She slept with her back to him, because it was her and Yan Shang's habit. He always had his back to her on the couch, and after so many times, Mu Wanyao also developed the habit of having his back to him. Her mind was in a daze, and Mu Wanyao closed her eyes, but just as she felt sleepy, she felt someone lift up her hair on her cheek, and someone kissed her from behind.
Mu Wan raised the corners of her lips and smiled.
Hearing Yan Shang hesitate in a low voice: "...Can you come again?"
Mu Wanyao was immediately terrified. She was already full, how could she fight? Mu Wanyao quickly shrank back into the bed and said, "I can't, I can't... Oh!"
She hit his arm angrily because he hugged her from behind, insistently and slowly, obviously not listening to her.
Mu Wanyao: "Why are you like this? You are no longer my second brother Yan who loves me the most!"
Yan Shang blushed, but he couldn't control himself. He whispered, "This is all your fault... What kind of messed up medicine did you give me?"
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I stayed awake all night and just fell asleep at dawn.
As if it was dark, the curtains in the house had not been drawn. The servants outside knew the princess's plan, and no one came to disturb her. Moreover, the little maid Qiusi was very sensible. She called out twice in a low voice outside the door, and after hearing Yan Erlang's hoarse voice, she put the meal on the ground outside the house, asking the young master and the princess not to forget to eat.
But Muwan was sleeping soundly and obviously had no energy to eat.
After sleeping for a whole morning, Mu Wanyao woke up with a feeling of laziness and comfort in her bones. The relief of desire makes people happy, and doing this with the person you like is even more delicious. Mu Wanyao sat on the bed for a while, then she casually put on a light silk gauze dress, left her bare feet and hair hanging down, and got out of bed.
Her jade feet stepped on the lichen, as gracefully as a lotus blossoming in a pond.
With her long black hair flowing down to the ground, Mu Wan swayed lazily and casually as she walked out. After passing through a few tents, she paused and saw Yan Shang.
Yan Shang had obviously woken up much earlier than her. He knelt quietly in front of the window under the bright light. His long hair was not tied up, but was draped loosely. He was wearing a thin summer shirt. Looking at him from behind, the chiseled spine on his back could be seen faintly, like the beautiful spring mountains and clear waters, extremely clear and elegant.
Mu Wanyao looked closely at the young man kneeling under the window with his eyes covered and facing the window. She didn't know whether he was in a daze or doing something.
Her eyes swept from his lips to his slender neck which showed some marks. Mu Wanyao smiled silently, and perhaps because he had been blind for a long time, his hearing became very good. There was no sound when she stepped on the ground barefoot, and Yan Shang turned his head to "look" at her.
Mu Wanyao sneered: "Why are you kneeling there so early in the morning?"
Yan Shang whispered, "What do you mean so early in the morning? It's already noon."
He paused, a little annoyed: "I am reflecting on myself."
Mu Wan raised her eyebrows, humming a little tune as she walked past him leisurely. She said nonchalantly, "Then you can reflect on yourself slowly. I'm hungry, I'm going to eat."
The fragrant breeze came and went, and Yan Shang's annoyance and shame turned into a wave of resentment. He reached out and grabbed a corner of her gauze dress.
Yan Shang was slightly annoyed: "You seem to be in a good mood?"
Mu Wan smiled and said, "Yes, I am in a good mood. Even if I see your face as a stepmother when I wake up, I am still in a good mood. You can reflect on it as you like. Anyway, I slept with the person I wanted to sleep with, and that person couldn't refuse me. Who cares about you?"
Yan Shang's face froze slightly, and he said, "If you hadn't drugged me...how could I be like this!"
Mu Wan snorted, "There are so many men in the world. I can't live without you? And don't you feel comfortable? I've never seen you so obsessed."
She suddenly leaned over, hooked his chin, and raised his slightly stubbled chin. He shrank back, but Mu Wan shook her head and refused to let him.
Mu Wan smiled and said, "After all, we haven't seen each other for three years. Brother Yan has become much more relaxed. Well, I am very satisfied."
Yan Shang blushed.
He said, “…Why are you talking about this?”
Mu Wan shook his head unknowingly: "I'm praising you."
However, the shame and the annoyance of being dragged down by her had made Yan Shang feel uncomfortable for the whole morning. He spent the whole morning thinking about why he was like this, why he couldn't control himself, and if he was so easy to push, wouldn't that let her do whatever she wanted? He was determined to draw a line between them, but when she lowered her head and talked to him, the fragrance blew in, and he couldn't help but think of last night.
Then his face turned red instantly.
He was too ashamed to say the words that would have asked her to stay away from him.
Yan Shang paused for a moment before saying, "Are you keeping me under house arrest just to make this kind of thing easier? Don't you have anything else to do?"
Shake your head and laugh in the evening.
She said: "If you don't do this when you are young, when will you do it? Wait until you are old and can't do it anymore? When you are young, you have to hug each other and do it all day long, you have to be entangled every day and night, and you have to squander it."
Yan Shang: "...I won't be like that with you!"
Mu Wan waved her hand and stood up. She left humming a little tune: "Whatever you want."
Anyway, he couldn't get rid of her when she wanted to.
Mu Wanyao walked to the door and thought of something else: "You should eat. We will go to see the local customs and the people in the afternoon. Where will you get the energy if you don't eat?"
Yan Shang was startled and said, "You...really want to go see the people?"
Mu Wan shook her head and glared at him.
She said, "Why, you want to be a great man who will go down in history, and I am just a small person standing opposite you? I am not pretending. Get up and eat!"
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But Yan Shang and Mu Wanyao were still quarreling. It was a one-sided quarrel. Unfortunately, this one-sided quarrel made no difference to outsiders.
Because Yan Erlang is too soft-hearted.
He always said he would ignore the princess, but when something happened to the princess, he would be very concerned and often couldn't help but interrupt her. After interrupting her, he would start to feel annoyed for talking too much. Mu Wanyao was sure that Yan Shang had a normal temper, so no matter whether he paid attention to her or not, she always liked to pay attention to him.
He was dragged along several times along the way.
I don’t know whether Yan Erlang succeeded in resisting.
The maids did not dare to ask, and just carried water to the house as usual. They pretended not to know whether the two men needed it or not.
After such a long journey, they arrived in Jinling at the end of June. Before Mu Wanyao went to see her grandfather, she grabbed Yan Shang and gave him a good beating. He was a good-looking man, but Mu Wanyao still felt it was not enough, because Jinling was the territory of the Li family, and she would never let Yan Shang be looked down upon in plain clothes.
Mu Wanyao also asked the imperial physician about it. He had been heading to Jinling since he left Chang'an. It would be faster for him to travel there than for Mu Wanyao to drag the reluctant Yan Shang along. When Mu Wanyao and the others arrived in Jinling, the imperial physician had already arrived.
Mu Wanyao was quite surprised.
The imperial physician didn't have time to look at Yan Shang's eyes, and Yan Shang was dragged by Mu Wan to see her grandfather. Yan Shang was dragged by Mu Wan all the way, and he felt that the sedan chair turned and stopped again and again. Mu Wan pulled his palms and sweated. He thought, she must be a little afraid of her grandfather.
Lord Li was seriously ill and met his granddaughter, Princess Danyang of Wei, directly in his bedroom.
The old man had a head full of silver hair, a face full of vicissitudes, and looked very sick. When he heard that Mu Wanyao and her husband were coming to see him, Li Gong perked up - he was perking up in the first place, waiting for Mu Wanyao.
Mu Wanyao felt sad when she saw the old man, who was vigorous the last time she saw him, become thin and old. She sat beside the couch with a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
Lord Li patted her hands and looked at the young man standing under the couch with his eyes covered by a white veil. Lord Li was surprised to see the veil on the other person's eyes, but still waved for someone to come over: "You are the prince consort who is shaking, right?"
Yan Shang didn't know what to say. He didn't hear Mu Wanyao's rebuttal. He felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that he was meeting her grandfather on behalf of Pei Qing. But no matter how uncomfortable he felt, Yan Shang didn't want to let an old man think too much, so he leaned over and bowed, "Hello, Grand Duke."
Lord Li thought that the prince consort had good manners and nodded.
Li Gongdao: "Mr. Pei..."
Yan Shang responded softly.
Mu Wanyao paused and looked at Yan Shang. Yan Shang did not say a word of rebuttal, obviously intending to be a "Pei Qing" and listen to Mr. Li's teachings. His silence made Mu Wanyao uncomfortable for a while, annoyed why he always cared about others.
He was so soft-hearted that she always seemed to be wronging him.
Mu Wanyao interrupted: "Grandpa, you are wrong."
Yan Shang seemed to sense something and turned his face towards her. Mu Wanyao walked to Yan Shang's side amid everyone's puzzled gazes. She held Yan Shang's hand, and Yan Shang trembled a little when her hand was held, but he did not struggle. Mu Wanyao turned to Lord Li and smiled, "Grand Duke, he is my husband. But my husband is no longer Pei Qing, but Yan Shang."
Yan Shang was slightly startled, lowered his eyes, and thought: Prince Consort? Has she discussed this with him?
No.
But he had a slight smile on his lips, standing in the lobby, feeling everyone's gazes on him, but he did not refute or refuse.
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"Yan Shang?" A voice came from outside, "Is it Yan Suchen, the famous minister in the country?"
Mu Wan turned around and saw that it was her uncle, Li Zhi, who was an official in Lingnan, who had returned.
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