[Chapter 417 Chapter 417 The Vicious Fake Goddess (28)]
She thrust her hand downwards: "Your Majesty, has the poison taken effect again? Let me help you remove the poison first."
Mu Liancheng's face turned dark. Only he knew that this was not the result of poison.
It's just that he really desires her.
Although the woman's words were a bit of a downer, Mu Liancheng suppressed his anger when he saw the genuine concern on her face.
He sealed Yan Qing's lips and said commandingly: "Now you are my antidote."
Yan Qing let him do what he wanted.
Then, a night of spring breeze turned into drizzle, wetting the bamboo shoots and moistening Tiger Hill.
For men who are not interested in women, the first game is not satisfactory.
Yan Qing chuckled, but it was swallowed by him.
Mu Liancheng was so angry that he said, "Shut up, come again."
The defeated general picked up his bow and arrow again, and his arrows never missed their targets, showing his power again.
This side was Mianmian Huagurou, and in the meditation room over there, a handsome monk with the same face as Mu Liancheng suddenly opened his eyes.
He closed his eyes and recited the scriptures again, but the obscure scriptures could not suppress the lust that came from empathy.
The clouds and rain in the bedroom have just stopped.
Yan Qing snuggled in the man's arms and took out the round fan again: "Do you remember it, husband?"
Mu Liancheng hooked his arm around her waist, his eyes swept across the fan, but an extremely erotic scene emerged in his mind.
It was he who forced her, who had superb embroidery skills, to thread the needle and draw the pattern while bearing his own strength, thus creating a weird picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
"Wan Niang, do you want to try again?" The man's hands were already becoming unruly.
Yan Qing put away the round fan, blushed and pushed his strong chest: "My husband is not serious again."
After tasting meat for the first time, the man became addicted to it and quickly returned to his bedroom after dealing with state affairs.
Just like a swaying black-sailed boat, I wish it could sink here all the time.
Yan Qing enjoyed his various services and nourishment of his luck, and also did not forget to frequently ask him to recall his experiences in "previous lives".
The plot that Xiaoba collected was so pornographic that when she relived the old memories, she felt like she was riding on a roller coaster at high speed.
But every time this happens, there is probably someone else who suffers the most.
After a while, Mu Liancheng came to his senses.
The beautiful memories the girl talked about were all the second half of what he experienced in his dream, and it seemed as if his rape of her had never existed.
Mu Liancheng stroked Yan Qing's long hair, staring at her with his golden eyes: "Wan Niang, in your previous life as the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, do you remember the first time we met?"
Yan Qing pointed her finger at his chest and said timidly, "How could I not remember?"
She only thought that they first met at a lantern festival, that she was molested by a gangster, and that he came down from the sky to save her.
As she said this, the love in her eyes grew stronger.
Mu Liancheng felt a surge of anger in her chest, because the man who heroically saved the beauty in her memory was not him.
But his younger brother.
After asking a few more questions, he confirmed that the person in his arms subconsciously regarded him and the person he once loved as the same person.
Or, after experiencing his robbing and torture, she didn't really fall in love with him, but instead treated him as a substitute for her lover?
After thinking about it this way, the story that once seemed absurd began to make sense.
Mu Liancheng's heart sank further and further, a storm brewing in his gilded eyes, jealousy and paranoia almost controlling his mind.
"Wan Niang..." He turned over.
Seeing the strong possessiveness in his eyes, Yan Qing knew that his goal had been achieved.
After a long period of dream implantation, she also entered into it and played out several lingering love-stealing dramas with him.
To the man, it was as if he had really experienced several lifetimes with her.
With more mental suggestions, dreams become reality.
But there are more than just Mu Liancheng and her who are involved.
She carefully designed several scripts, but they always had three protagonists.
Only now it seems that the other one is too patient.
If you don't come to me, I will come to you. She likes to take the initiative rather than wait passively.
"My husband, the Beiyou Kingdom is in chaos right now. Cheng Xu has been pulled down from his high position, and the others are no longer a force to be reckoned with." Her eyes were full of admiration. "It's time for my husband to show his talents."
Mu Liancheng brushed her messy hair back, and a touch of tenderness appeared on his arrogant face: "Are you going to Beiyou to pave the way for me?"
Yan Qing nodded shyly and rubbed her face against his shoulder: "As long as it is what my husband wants, I will help him even if I have to sacrifice everything."
Mu Liancheng hugged her tighter, thought for a moment, his eyes deep.
He has always been a man of thunder and lightning, and is not someone who would be blinded by beauty.
Beauty does not conflict with his ambition.
He wants to hold the beautiful woman in his arms and also have the power over the world.
The Beiyou royal family was fighting for power and the court was in turmoil, but his Nan Jiangliang general was very powerful. If he thrust his spear straight in at this moment, he could catch the opponent off guard.
But the thirteen tribes have now defected to Beiyou, which is blessed with the halo of the goddess.
If we rashly send out troops without a legitimate reason, the newly stabilized balance on the border will be disrupted again, which will only lead to complaints.
In short, there are pros and cons to taking action or not. As a qualified monarch, he needs to discuss and consider with his ministers before making a decision.
So in the face of Yan Qing's instigation, he never gave a clear promise.
As the days passed, Yan Qing's soul had been out of his body for more than two months.
Seeing that the time left for her to return was getting shorter and shorter, she pretended to be increasingly weak these days.
"Wan Niang, wake up." Mu Liancheng held her in his arms.
Yan Qing's face was paler than paper at this moment, and his soul was so fragile that it seemed like it would dissipate at any time.
She raised her hand and touched the man's face, but her slender jade fingers were already transparent: "I don't want to leave my husband..."
Mu Liancheng realized that her soul had been away from her body for too long. If she didn't return, her soul would gradually collapse over time.
At this time, the secret agent brought news that Tusang, who had become the prince of Beiyou, would marry the goddess in ten days.
There was a hint of displeasure in Yan Qing's eyes. She hated men who acted on their own without being controlled.
But at this moment, this news may put some pressure on Mu Liancheng.
Seeing the man's depressed and gloomy face, Yan Qing stepped forward and hugged his waist: "I will not marry anyone except my husband."
"I don't want to leave my husband again." She cried.
When Mu Liancheng hugged her, he passed his arm through hers, and there was a storm in his gilded eyes.
"Don't worry, Wanniang." The man kissed the top of her head, "I will bring your body back."
He seemed to have made a decision.
In addition to the possessive desire of not wanting his woman to marry someone else, he was also influenced by his ambition which had never faded.
The words "the goddess comes to the world and all the people are attracted to her" have never stopped.
Once he is completely bound to the goddess, Beiyou becoming the overlord of the grassland will become the popular wish.
By then, morale and public support would no longer be in Nanjiang, and it would become even more difficult for him to unify the two countries.
According to the information he obtained from insiders, the old emperor was at the end of his strength, and the thirteen tribes supported not the newly appointed crown prince, but the emperor's illegitimate son who had just returned to his ancestral home.
Prince Beiyou forced the goddess to marry him, which offended the leaders of thirteen tribes and even led to a considerable conflict between the two.
From this we can see that the Thirteen Tribes are staunch supporters of the Goddess.
When Wan Niang returns to her body, she will be able to command the support of everyone in Beiyou, and he can take advantage of the situation to annex Beiyou.
Let Nanjiang become the true overlord of the grassland.
"Wan Niang, wait for me to come back." He kissed Yan Qing's lips and was about to leave.
Yan Qing nodded weakly, but the next second he turned around he suddenly fell to the ground.
Half of the soul has become transparent.
Mu Liancheng's pupils dilated and he wanted to help her up.
After Yan Qing's soul had stabilized a little, he was held in his arms.
"Wan Niang, how can I save you?" Mu Liancheng's heart suddenly tightened and his breathing slowed down.
With several lifetimes of love laid out in the past, plus the days and nights of intimacy during these times, he had to admit that in addition to taking advantage of her, he was also tempted.
Yan Qing's breath gradually weakened: "I have been blessed by the gods. I am different from ordinary people. I am afraid I need to rest in a quiet place with abundant spiritual energy so that my soul will not disintegrate."
There is only one place like this in Nanjiang.
That is the holy land of Zen Buddhism.
Mu Liancheng had an idea and was about to carry her out horizontally, but she stopped him.
"How will others view you if you go out like this?" She endured the pain and stood up. "I don't want my husband to lose his dignity because of me."
If you keep him in your heart, you will think about him everywhere.
The softest part of Mu Liancheng's heart seemed to be warmed by the current. He nodded calmly and said, "Okay."
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Mu Liancheng and Yan Qing stepped into the back mountain of the Zen Buddhism, passed through the lush green bamboo forest, and saw a monk's house not far away.
The flowing water under the small bridge and the quiet and secluded forest are just like the secluded fairyland described in the poems of literati and scholars.
The man meditating on the simple little bed opened his eyes and stared straight at Yan Qing.
"Fanxi, can you also see Wanniang?" Mu Liancheng frowned.
The man who looked almost like him was wearing a red and gold checkered robe. Even with his hair shaved, his handsome face was still intact.
Perhaps it was the Buddha nature in his body that diluted the wildness on his face. Although they had the same appearance, he looked softer than Mu Liancheng.
Especially those sleepy eyes that are always lowered, always showing an inviolable mercy.
Fan Xi nodded slightly, his eyes swept across Yan Qing: "What's the matter."
There was a coldness in his voice that rejected everything.
"Help me take care of Wan Niang for a while." He was used to the condescending tone, even when facing his brothers who were born from the same egg.
After saying that, he touched Yan Qing's face and asked her to stay here for a while to practice with Fan Xi.
She also promised that once he brought back her body, she would formally marry her as queen.
Yan Qing glanced at Fan Xi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, and nodded stiffly.
Mu Liancheng didn't even give Fan Xi a chance to refuse. He left her here and strode away.
Yan Qingxin sighed in her heart. If she were Fan Xi, she would probably not be able to resist and beat the guy out if he looked so arrogant.
It seems that the relationship between these twin brothers who have the magical ability of empathy is not as harmonious as imagined.
After confirming that Mu Liancheng had left the Zen sect, she stood there staring at Fanxi for a long time, then walked forward, squatted beside the bed, and looked up at him.
"Tan Lang, is that you, Tan Lang?" Her eyes were shining with tears.
Fan Xi did not open his eyes. His hand holding the Buddhist beads paused for a moment, and he slightly raised his eyelids: "The donor has recognized the wrong person."
Yan Qing refused to give in and grabbed his hand: "How could I have recognized the wrong person, Tan Lang? I finally found you."
Although she is a soul, she has been able to condense into a physical body after absorbing Mu Liancheng's luck.
Fan Xi's luck is not inferior to Mu Liancheng's, so he can touch her.
People who practice Buddhism, on the contrary, believe more in the theory of past and present lives. After losing their loved ones in several lifetimes, they meet their lost wife again.
Yan Qing didn't believe that he wasn't moved.
"A monk's six senses are pure, and I hope the donor will respect himself." Fan Xi frowned. His face, which was the same as Mu Liancheng's, looked peaceful because he had lost his bright golden eyes.
"Tan Lang, do you dislike and hate me like this?" Yan Qing's tears fell as her eyelashes trembled.
She covered her face and sobbed, her eyes glancing at the man's face.
Fanxi recited scriptures silently, and only he knew how much trouble was in his mind at that moment.
Yan Qing's eyes darkened, and she pounced on him and kissed his thin lips.
The man was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes suddenly and met the glistening tears in the corners of her eyes.
Obviously she was the one being forced, but her willow-leaf eyes were filled with sadness and accusation.
He wanted to push her away, but the scenes of her being snatched away in previous lives emerged in his mind.
Fan Xi hesitated for a moment.
Yan Qing pushed him away fiercely, walked to the door and looked back at him: "It turns out that I was the only one who was imprisoned in the circle from the beginning to the end."
Fanxi clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand and watched her disappear in the light outside the house.
Soon, the girl's figure appeared in the room again, accompanied by her screams of pain.
Yan Qing rolled on the ground, and his soul seemed to be dissolving.
Her clothes were burning with flames and her skin was left with black marks.
The Buddhist beads broke and fell to the ground, and a few Bodhi seeds pierced through her soul and rolled to the threshold.
Fan Xi stood up and wanted to check on her: "Donor, are you okay?"
Yan Qing looked at him with tears in her eyes and covered her face: "Tan Lang, don't, don't look."
The flames burned a scar at the end of her right eye.
It was exactly the same as in a previous life when she rushed into a fire alone to save him and was burned by the fire.
It was as if the scene of that day was replaying itself, and Fan Xi's heart suddenly sank.
"I'm sorry for being rude." He carried Yan Qing to the bed, pushed himself aside, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and closed his eyes, reciting scriptures.
The flames on Yan Qing's body disappeared, and the wounds gradually faded away, leaving only the scar on his face.
She curled her lips sarcastically: "Tan Lang obviously still cares about me as much as before, why don't you want to admit it?"
Facing the men, the scar at the right corner of their eye reminds them of the love, hate and frustration they have experienced.
The scripts were collected and selected by Xiao Ba herself. The exciting plot of a father snatching his son's wife was enough to make him remember it vividly.
The reason why she emphasized this life was because the man chose to become a monk after losing her.
Just like now, he became a so-called son of Buddha.
"My elder brother entrusted you to this place, and I don't want to see you get into trouble." Fan Xi lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a cold voice.
It was as if he had really cut off his six senses.
But anyone could be the true Buddha, except him.
Being pure and free from desires is just a means to cover up ambition.
Yan Qing struggled to sit up from the bed, staggered towards him step by step, and said in a voice that sounded like a sword: "Brother, is he worthy?"
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