[Chapter 416 Chapter 416 The Vicious Fake Goddess (27)]
"You don't have to follow me." Mu Liancheng asked all the palace people to leave.
Staring at Yan Qing's smiling face, his golden eyes were so vicious that he looked like he wanted to eat someone.
Feeling his anger, Yan Qing raised an eyebrow. Is this guy angry that she cheated on him?
She walked closer with a strand of hair hooked in front of her chest, her willow-leaf eyes filled with deep affection: "I also suddenly realized that I can follow you, my lord. Wherever you are, I can go there."
Mu Liancheng glanced at her gloomily: "If I go to the toilet, you will follow me?"
Yan Qing blushed and flirted, "If your Majesty needs someone to pass you paper, just say so."
"..."Mu Liancheng was speechless.
He had been choked so many times that he didn't want to talk to this lingering woman.
Returning to the imperial study, he reviewed the memorials without even raising his head.
I thought someone would go to great lengths to cause trouble, but when I looked up, I saw her just lying quietly beside the table, looking at me with an infatuated look on her face.
"Are you tired, my lord?" Yan Qing's eyes sparkled. "How about taking a break first and letting me dance for you to relax?"
Without waiting for the man to respond, she walked to an open space, raised her hands and feet, hooked her skirt and twisted her hips.
Mu Liancheng followed her gaze, his eyes full of inquiry, curious about what she was up to.
After the dance, Yan Qing saw that he was unmoved and muttered softly: "You used to like watching people do the waist bending dance the most."
Mu Liancheng's pupils shrank slightly: "What did you say?"
A hint of hurt flashed across Yan Qing's eyes, but she quickly put on a charming smile to cover it up, "Your Majesty, are you hallucinating? I didn't say anything just now~"
Mu Liancheng instinctively reached out to grab her slender wrist, wanting to pull her in front of him, but he passed straight through the void.
The difference was that he seemed to feel a hint of warmth, as if it was an illusion.
He withdrew his hand and picked up the wolf hair brush to continue reviewing the memorials, wanting to make the other soul on the scene non-existent.
"When will your Majesty finish? I'm so bored."
He refused to respond, so Yan Qing took the initiative and spoke in a soft voice.
The man looked up impatiently. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes clearly told her to leave by herself.
"I can't go out by myself." Yan Qing continued to be affectionate and coquettish, so naturally as if he had done this many times before.
Mu Liancheng sneered: "Are you trying to trick me again?"
There was a flash of water in Yan Qing's eyes. He pursed his lips dejectedly, turned around and floated out of the house.
Soon a scream was heard, and her soul seemed to be pulled by suction and fell back into the study.
Mu Liancheng stood up and walked around the table, squatting in front of her: "Is this fun?"
Yan Qing knew it very well. He thought he was pretending.
She slowly raised her head, revealing the burn marks on her bright face to the man.
"What's going on?" Mu Liancheng's face changed slightly and the sarcasm in his eyes disappeared.
Yan Qing bit his lower lip in grievance: "If I am more than five feet away from my Lord, my soul will dissipate a little."
"I still have some memorials to submit." Mu Liancheng stood up, "Please be quiet for now."
Yan Qing stood silently aside, no longer speaking, looking out the window with his back to him, and had no eye contact with him the entire time.
Feeling the gazes passing by from time to time behind her, a smile appeared in her eyes.
Meal is served at noon.
Yan Qing looked at the dishes on the table, and before Mu Liancheng even picked up his chopsticks, he read out a few of his favorites.
Then she looked at him with lingering admiration, and as she lowered her eyes she murmured, "The taste remains the same."
Mu Liancheng paused his hand holding the chopsticks and continued to eat as if nothing had happened, but his eyes could not help but fall in her direction several times.
His thoughts were in a tizzy; this woman seemed unusually familiar to him.
But apart from the time when he kidnapped her into the ruined temple, he could conclude that they had never met before.
As time passed, he remained calm, but the doubts in his heart gradually grew.
It was precisely because of this doubt and inexplicable sense of familiarity that he couldn't help but be more indulgent towards Yan Qing.
As if hurt by him, Yan Qing spoke very little today, until nightfall.
She looked at the man who seemed to have endless memorials to read: "If you find me annoying, Your Majesty, please send me back to the palace. I promise not to follow you again."
As she said this, a round fan appeared out of nowhere in her hand.
In the center is embroidered a mandarin duck that looks like both a chicken and a duck.
The script specially tailored for the man has been created. The words she occasionally mentioned and the extra things in her hands were just to help him deepen his impression.
Perhaps because he was puzzled by her peculiar behavior, Mu Liancheng took her back to the bedroom. Even when he saw her sleeping in the same bed with him, he no longer showed any rejection.
He was wondering where his familiarity with Yan Qing came from.
But I didn't know that this thing can be artificially made.
She began to let Xiao Ba transmit some plot scenes through brain waves to influence Mu Liancheng's dreams.
At first he would only have a vague feeling, but it would gradually deepen over time, and in about a month he would feel as if he had experienced those stories personally.
The next morning, there was an incomprehensible complexity hidden in the man's golden eyes, and his gaze at her became deeper.
She just pretended not to know and stayed quietly in the bedroom, not following him anymore.
A few days passed, and Mu Liancheng stared at her for longer and longer periods of time, with confusion, curiosity, suspicion, and all kinds of emotions intertwined in his eyes.
"I have to leave the palace today, you--" He stared at Yan Qing and suddenly paused.
The unhappy Yan Qing suddenly raised his head, with dimples on his cheeks showing joy: "I'll go!"
"I will go wherever Your Majesty wants me to go." The girl's eyes were sparkling and full of admiration.
As if she was afraid that he would be unhappy, she lowered her head sadly and twisted her fingers.
Mu Liancheng changed into plain clothes and said, "Then follow me."
The image of the girl's smiling face flashed through my mind, and it seemed to overlap with the face I often saw in my dreams.
Is it true that there really is such a thing as past and present lives in this world?
He sneered.
The Nanjiang Imperial City is not as prosperous as the Beiyou, but the people, both men and women, are all tall and strong, giving people a sense of vitality everywhere.
Seeing that Yan Qing found everything strange, Mu Liancheng frowned and covered his lips with his fan: "You haven't seen these in Beiyou?"
"I have seen it." Yan Qing nodded after thinking seriously, staring into his eyes, "But the Lord was not around at that time."
The implication is that, because of him, even ordinary things seem exciting and interesting.
It's tantamount to a confession.
Mu Liancheng stopped. People around him were in a hurry, but at this moment, in his eyes, which had turned black due to medication, there was only the figure of the girl.
Yan Qing curled up his lips: "Your Majesty, you look at me like this, but have you fallen in love with me?"
She asked in a joking tone, but her sparkling willow-leaf eyes were filled with hope that could not be concealed.
Mu Liancheng just snorted coldly, folded his fan and walked away.
Yan Qing followed him with his head lowered, and neither of them said anything else.
After entering the largest teahouse, Mu Liancheng did not choose a private room but sat in the hall.
"Your Majesty is indeed a good emperor who is close to the people." Yan Qing sat opposite him, supporting his face with his hands, all he had in his eyes.
Even a small thing would be praised, and Mu Liancheng's mouth twitched, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.
Facing the girl's admiring gaze, he felt a little helpless.
Yan Qing always does what he wants, and even praises him for giving a bigger tip to the waiter.
At least she's not the one who's embarrassed.
She maintained a smiling expression on her face, but secretly thought of some shop signs she saw on the street.
The teahouse where the two of them were also had it.
She couldn't help but think of the same badge on some shops in Beiyou City.
The emblem consists of a four-petal flower in a circle, with a vertical stripe on each petal.
It looks like a windmill in reverse.
But combined with the direction of the petals and the vertical lines in the middle, Yan Qing felt that it looked more like a word——
The swastika symbol represents Buddhism.
Suddenly thinking of someone, she quickly lowered her head to hide the fleeting gleam in her eyes.
At this time, the storyteller stepped onto the stage specially set up in the teahouse and slammed the gavel on the table with a loud sound: "It is said that the young general in silver robe under the command of my old general Nan Jiang suddenly became famous, and frightened the prince of Bei You so much that he dared not fight..."
"Who is this young general in silver robe?" She looked at the man puzzledly.
Mu Liancheng took a sip of tea and said, "Marshal Pei's new adopted son on the battlefield."
Yan Qing held his face in his hands: "As expected of you, Your Majesty. Talented people from all sides are rushing to serve Nan Jiang."
Mu Liancheng shook the tea in his hand slightly, and the expression on his face stiffened.
After returning to the palace, the man went to the imperial study to deal with some unfinished official business, and Yan Qing followed him closely.
Suddenly, secret information arrived.
Bei You'anzhuan said that the imperial city was in chaos, and the third prince Cheng Xu brought a large number of troops back to the city to force the emperor to abdicate in the name of clearing the emperor's side.
The Fourth Prince, who had been prepared in advance, with the help of Qi Heng, his trusted general who betrayed Cheng Xu, successfully captured the Third Prince in front of the palace.
Wu Sa's slander made Cheng Xu bear the blame, and there were also rumors that the goddess fell into sleep because of him.
Before this matter was resolved, news came out that Qi Heng was the old emperor's illegitimate son.
After sending away the secret guards, Mu Liancheng looked at Yan Qing and said, "Knowing that Beiyou is in such a situation, don't you have any special feelings?"
Yan Qing approached him: "My feelings are not as important as your Majesty's happiness."
She smiled, "Isn't this a great opportunity for unification for you, Lord?"
Mu Liancheng's frown relaxed and he smiled with an ambiguous meaning.
The next day, when he went to the imperial study again, Yan Qing did not follow him and took the initiative to stay in the bedroom to avoid his discussions with the ministers.
The man didn't come back until it got deeper and the dew got heavier.
Yan Qing immediately went to meet him: "If the Lord doesn't come back, I will be worried."
Her gentle eyes are like a wife waiting for her husband to come home under the light.
Mu Liancheng's eyes flickered, and he simply replied, "Yeah."
The dreams he had been having these past few days had become increasingly clear, as if he were actually there, causing his perception of what was happening in front of him to become increasingly complex.
In order to avoid falling into inexplicable dreams, he even tried not to close his eyes when he went to sleep, but after relaxing, fragments of the past would still occasionally flash through his mind.
In order to find out Yan Qing's purpose, he stopped resisting.
From a few days ago to today, the scenes in the dream have changed again and again, the difference is that he always plays the role of a villain who robs and plunders.
Sometimes a king takes his minister's wife, sometimes a brother takes his younger brother's wife, and sometimes a father takes his son's wife.
He ignored the woman's resistance and tears and snatched her away from her beloved.
He did this again and again.
Watching her go from resistance at first to obedience, and then to falling uncontrollably in love with me.
Mu Liancheng thought these stories were absurd.
But it's addictive.
Especially when he pushed her down in different places again and again and listened to her gentle and charming cry, the pleasure of desire surging through his body made him feel the same way.
He suddenly opened his eyes, but the softness he felt in his arms made him pause.
With red eyes, he pinched the neck of the girl who was sleeping sweetly and peacefully beside him, his wild and unruly face showing fierce malice.
"Tell me, what kind of magic did you use on me?" The blood vessels on his forehead bulged and veins on his arms swirled.
Seeing him like this, Yan Qing showed an expression of fear and pain, but he felt at ease in his heart.
If a man remains as calm as ever after "going through" so many plots with her, she should worry about whether all her efforts have been wasted.
His current performance is enough to show that he has been greatly affected.
Seeing that her face was flushed and she was almost out of breath, Mu Liancheng let go of her hand, got up from the bed and stared at her.
Yan Qing coughed a few times, ignoring the fact that he had almost died in his hands just now, he looked up at him with a worried look on his face: "Your Majesty, have you been disturbed by a nightmare and are your mind affected?"
She stared at herself with concern, and her appearance overlapped with the person in her dream.
Mu Liancheng regained his composure and swept his sharp eyes across her face: "How did you become a physical body?"
Yan Qing looked down at himself, also with a look of surprise and bewilderment: "I, I don't know either."
Mu Liancheng called people over, but still no one could see her.
Yan Qing also tried to pick up the teacup on the table, but his hand still passed through.
She carefully reached out her hand and tugged at the corner of the man's clothes. She felt something real, and exclaimed in surprise, "I can touch you, Lord."
The man took a step closer to her, but she stepped back in fear.
Realizing that it was his rough behavior that frightened her, Mu Liancheng frowned, retracted his steps, put on his clothes, and walked straight out of the palace.
He didn't return until night.
Mu Liancheng walked lightly into the inner hall and saw the girl looking out the window expectantly, as if she was expecting his return.
"Who are you waiting for?" he asked knowingly.
When Yan Qing saw him, his eyes lit up, he lowered his head and bit his lower lip in disappointment, and whispered, "Your Majesty."
Mu Liancheng walked to the bedside and turned to face her: "Help me get dressed."
She moved closer with joy, but shrank her shoulders as if she was worried, and touched the red mark on her neck that had not yet disappeared.
Seeing her so timid, Mu Liancheng's eyes flashed with a soft light: "Come here, I won't hurt you."
Yan Qing mustered up the courage to walk towards him, and her face turned red when her fingers fell on the jade belt around his waist.
Mu Liancheng raised the corners of his lips and jokingly said, "You weren't so timid before?"
When she was giving him the injection, she didn't blush.
Yan Qing glared at him: "That's different."
"A mouth is harder than any other place." Mu Liancheng snorted and laughed.
Throwing his outer robe behind the screen, he suddenly picked up Yan Qing and put him on the bed, covering him with his body.
"Wan Niang." Mu Liancheng tried to call her out as he had called her in his dream.
Yan Qing's face was startled, her eyes were sparkling with joy, and a tear ran across her eye: "Husband, have you finally remembered me?"
Mu Liancheng's golden eyes flickered slightly, and the scene of the two of them making love in the dream for an unknown period of time suddenly popped up in his mind.
The person below actually reacted quickly.
Yan Qing hugged him tightly, crying uncontrollably: "Husband, husband..."
She raised her face slightly from the man's neck and narrowed her eyes.
When it comes to acting, she has never lost to anyone.
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