[Chapter 418 Chapter 418 The Vicious Fake Goddess (29)]
Yan Qing grabbed the man's robe and said, "You once called him Big Brother, but he took possession of your wife in the mourning hall set up for your fake death."
"Tan Lang, do you want our ending to repeat itself in this life?"
Her eyes were tearful and her face looked very delicate, which made people want to hold her in their arms.
The man was unmoved: "Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Fanxi."
He even refused to admit that he was the Tan Lang she mentioned.
Yan Qing took a deep breath and forced out a pale smile: "Master Fanxi, can you please do me a favor?"
"Please speak, benefactor." The man took a step back and bowed slightly, but did not refuse.
She grabbed the man's hand and placed it on the burn scar at the corner of her eye: "Can you help me draw the peony again?"
The uneven roughness came from the fingertips, and Fan Xiling's lips moved slightly: "Okay."
Yan Qing sat at the table and looked at him with a smile, waiting for him to mix the paint.
The fine brush in Fanxi's hand traced her scar until a bright red peony appeared on it.
Her black hair was loose, her eyes were full of affection, and her unmade-up face was extremely pretty, which became even more beautiful against the backdrop of the peony at the end of her eyes.
"Tan Lang." She called softly.
Fan Xi was absent-minded for a moment. The love and obsession in his memory was so unforgettable that he responded in a trance: "Wan Niang..."
Yan Qing's eyes sparkled with joy, and he wrapped his arms around his waist: "Tan Lang, you are finally willing to admit it."
She buried her face in the man's chest, and the sound of his unbalanced heartbeat reached her ears.
She once again offered her red lips, and her sandalwood tongue flexibly slipped into the man's mouth.
Fan Xi applied a little force on the hand on her shoulder.
"Don't reject me, Tan Lang, please..." Yan Qing's tears slid down their lips and sank into his monk's robe.
The scorching heat made the memories of several happy wedding nights rush straight into his heart.
The plea in a tearful voice makes it even harder to refuse.
Fan Xi's hand on her shoulder slid down to her waist.
Yan Qing took him to the bed, and after the clothes were removed, he held his hand and let them explore the place that he had been familiar with countless times in his dreams.
The red mole on her waist completely ignited the man's reason.
At this time, Mu Liancheng probably couldn't have imagined that this would be the first day that he would hand his woman over to his younger brother for care.
The two of them took care of the bed.
No, he knows.
The strong empathy made him feel Fanxi's excited desire.
The tingling and numb feeling all over the body spread all the way to the tailbone.
Mu Liancheng, who was staying at the inn on the way to the north, looked at the place where he was being dishonest because of shared emotions, and took a gulp of wine.
He could never imagine what would happen between Yan Qing and Fan Xi.
Because Mu Liancheng believed that he was the only one who could touch her.
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Seeing that there was not much time left, it was less than a week before her soul returned to her body.
Yan Qing has been in the Zen sect for nearly a month.
During this period, she often recalled in front of Fan Xi the happiness she had when she married him in her previous lives, and the pain of being forced to enjoy the pleasure under Mu Liancheng.
Fan Xi stroked her face. The gorgeous red peony blooming at the corner of her eye was still as dazzling as in her previous life.
"What does Wan Niang want me to do?" There was compassion in his eyes and his heart was as clear as a mirror.
Yan Qing leaned in his arms, her slender fingers circling his chest.
The man had the same face as Mu Liancheng, and even his body shape was extremely similar, except that his skin color was slightly lighter.
She raised her head and asked, "Are you willing, Tan Lang?"
A hint of gloom flashed across Fan Xi's eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant.
"They were twins born in the same womb, but Tan Lang was the one who was abandoned." She said with heartache, "Hateranger eyes are a sign of evil, but they also become a sign of good fortune, simply because he was born first."
"Are you willing, Tan Lang?" Her hoarse voice seemed to be filled with temptation. "As long as Tan Lang is willing, he can take back everything, including--"
"I." She paused deliberately and pressed the man's hand against her heart.
Fan Xi wanted to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
She giggled and sat on the man's lap, her red lips brushing his cheek: "Tan Lang has already made preparations, for example, the Murong family, known as the number one merchant..."
Fan Xi lowered his eyebrows: "How do you know?"
Even his good brother, who was so close to him that they could sense each other's moods and desires, didn't know that those were his properties.
Yan Qing bit his lower lip: "The Murong family emblem is similar to the Buddha's heart seal."
"You are worthy of being my Wanniang." The man laughed muffledly and rolled with her to the inside of the wooden bed.
After pressing a certain mechanism, the passage opened and Fan Xi rolled her inside.
The wall soon became flat again, and the monk's house was empty.
The dark room where Yan Qing was at the moment was made of gold bricks, and there were several large boxes in the empty room.
The gold, silver and jewelry placed inside emitted a dazzling glow under the lights lit by Fanxi.
The cassock with gold and red checkered patterns was spread on the ground, and Fanxi pushed Yanqing down on it.
"Is Wanniang satisfied with your beautiful wife in this golden house?" His sleepy eyes, which always contained compassion, now had a hint of Meng Lang's evil nature.
Yan Qing's eyes fell on the golden ring dangling on his earlobe, and he felt that he now looked like an evil monk who was not tolerated by the righteous.
She took the initiative and held his hand: "A golden house can hide a beauty, but it can also hide other things."
The soft and lingering voice, like the chant of a siren, tempts the sailors to continue.
If a woman is not enough to cause confrontation between the two parties, adding interests will definitely do it.
What she came here for was never their hearts, but to give them an opportunity to turn against each other.
In the desperate struggle, she pushed herself closer.
"Tan Lang, I will always wait for you." After saying this, her soul gradually became transparent.
Fan Xi only had time to touch a strand of her black hair.
Looking down at the golden ring on his chest, he chuckled, "Wan Niang, if this is your trick, what if I help you once?"
No matter how glamorous and beautiful a person hiding in the darkness is, he will yearn to walk into the dawn.
The so-called unfinished Buddhist destiny was just an excuse for him to become a monk.
Because Beiyou only needs one successor.
And he had to sacrifice himself to balance the power of theocracy and kingship.
Why?
The thought that he had since childhood was spoken out loud at this moment: "Why, my dear brother."
He put on a wet cassock, and his face, less wild and more gentle than Mu Liancheng's, showed a smile that showed he was determined to win.
On the grim and silent battlefield, Mu Liancheng had already led his men into the border town of Beiyou.
After Cheng Xu failed in his attempt to force the emperor to abdicate, all the soldiers who followed him back to the city were implicated and many were punished.
But considering their contributions in guarding the border, and in order not to discourage the soldiers, the old emperor did not dare to take their lives.
He only sent people back to guard the place in order to prevent Nan Jiang from invading.
Before Mu Liancheng led the army in person, the old marshal had just signed a ceasefire agreement with Beiyou, and he did this because of a plague in the north.
Not fighting epidemics is a rule passed down from ancient times.
Mu Liancheng unilaterally tore up the agreement.
In his opinion, the Beiyou army had no strength to fight, and this was a great opportunity sent to him by God, so there was no reason to retreat.
The continuous physical reactions in the past few days made him restless day and night. Whenever he opened his eyes or closed them, he saw Yan Qing's figure.
Realizing that something was wrong with Fanxi, he became even more moody.
Fight, why not?
Things have come to this point, how can he let Beiyou get married with peace of mind.
The woman he married was one with whom he had a relationship for several lifetimes.
The much-rumored prophecy flashed through Mu Liancheng's mind again, and his expression became even more stern.
Whoever gets the goddess gets the world, and he can't allow Wan Niang to marry someone else under any circumstances.
As long as he brings back Wan Niang's body, the judgment of the so-called destiny will fall on him.
When Wan Niang uses her identity as a goddess to resolve the plague, the credit will naturally go to him.
Therefore, he did not think that his decision to attack the border town of Beiyou and directly take its heartland was wrong.
"Your Majesty, we can't advance any further. A large number of our soldiers are showing signs of an epidemic." The short, armored and helmeted young general bowed to him.
When he raised his head, he showed a determined face.
If anyone familiar with her were here, they would immediately recognize her as Gesang disguised as a man.
She was thin to begin with, with no obvious feminine features, and she had not had her period since she injured herself in the winter one year.
After spending a few months with the hunting team's warriors, she became adept at imitating men.
Being drafted into the army was an accident, and carrying the old marshal away from the pile of dead bodies was out of kindness. She had never thought that her luck could be so good.
In just one year, he was promoted to Flying Tiger General.
It was unintentional at first, but later she concealed it on purpose.
Because she believes that only by climbing to a higher position can she better protect her younger sister.
Mu Liancheng swept his sharp gaze over him: "Anyone who dares to retreat without my order will be killed without mercy!"
"Your Majesty! The old general has also fallen ill..." Gesanjin frowned, with disapproval written all over his face.
He thought to himself that the rumors outside that the new King of Nanjiang was cruel and ruthless were not without reason.
I just heard that Prince Beiyou is going to marry the goddess. The goddess is her Meibao.
If that's the case, wouldn't she be Meibao's enemy now?
Although she was secretly struggling with the possibility of leading others in rebellion, she showed no sign of it on her face.
Mu Liancheng wiped the scimitar in his hand and glanced at him: "Then you will inherit your father's business and take on the role of deputy commander."
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Gesang stopped trying to persuade him and knelt on one knee, clasping his hands: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation."
She passed the message to her adoptive father.
The old general was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood: "Your Majesty, this action is against the harmony of nature! It is against the harmony of nature!"
He became so angry that his illness recurred and he passed away.
The soldiers of Nanjiang dared not speak out as the epidemic in the army became more and more rampant.
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Yan Qing had calculated the time when the plague would appear in the plot, which was almost the time when her soul and body merged.
When she opened her eyes, she met the young man's affectionate black eyes.
"Qingmei, you finally woke up." Tusan's haggard face regained some radiance.
Yan Qing looked at the red wedding dress and asked in confusion: "Brother Tusang, what are we doing?"
Tusan took her hand and led her a few steps forward: "Qingmei, today is our wedding. We will become husband and wife in front of countless people."
Yan Qing brushed his hand away, distanced the two of them, and looked at him disapprovingly with a frown on his face: "I have always only regarded Tu Sangge as a brother."
She glanced around and didn't see Lan Yin, and her heart suddenly sank.
The old emperor passed away, but Tusan wanted to marry her on the day he ascended the throne, and the wedding was held in the temple.
In the huge crowd, she saw several familiar figures.
They were Qiang Zhi and Uncle Ge An, as well as several warriors from the former hunting team.
Xiao Ba reported the situation of Beiyou to her.
She arranged for Qi Heng to enter the palace as the emperor's illegitimate son. After Cheng Xu was captured, the thirteen tribes supported him and became another force to compete with Tusang.
The old emperor was afraid that he would end up like his other sons, so he was wary of Tusan, the fourth son he had found. Naturally, he was happy to take the ladder she handed over.
Qi Heng's background was beyond doubt after being officially confirmed.
She made this arrangement in advance to prevent Tusan from getting out of control.
Now it seems that she was not worrying too much.
Zi Tusang used her as a threat, and after poisoning the old emperor, he forced Qi Heng to leave the imperial city with the thirteen tribes in the name of requesting to go to the fiefdom.
Following Zhang Liang's plan, he removed her ladder.
Realizing this, Yan Qing did not feel the slightest sense of crisis and looked at the other party very calmly.
Tusan stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, "How could Qingmei be so cruel?"
If she simply regarded him as her brother, how could she behave in such an ambiguous way towards him?
She was so good to him that she even risked her life for him.
How can I just treat him as my brother?
"Brother Tusang..." Yan Qing wanted to speak.
But he sealed it with a kiss.
Her face looked normal, her eyes cold.
Tusan released her lips, his eyes filled with hurt: "It's okay even if you just lie to me."
The sighing murmurs were filled with pleading.
Yan Qing took off his red robe and looked at the crowd below the altar: "Brother Tusang, I thought we would not come to this."
Qi Heng led the royalists to lurk in the dark, while Lan Yin led the people from the thirteen tribes to guard outside the city.
The ferocious beasts in the Colosseum broke out of their cages and ran towards the city gate.
As soon as the door opens, people outside will rush in.
Birds in the sky and beasts on the ground can all become her weapons.
The most important thing is what Lan Yin has in his hand.
The edict left by the old emperor abolishing the crown prince and appointing a new one as the heir.
If he is not under control, someone else will take his place.
She had no shortage of knives to use.
Tusang stared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed at himself: "You openly helped me take back everything, but secretly supported Qi Heng and used him to check and balance me."
When he came to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, the young man's face was still filled with sadness, "It turns out that Qingmei never really trusted me."
Yan Qing didn't say anything and took a tacit attitude towards what he said.
"Qingmei." Tusan held her hand tightly, knelt on one knee, and placed the jade seal he took out of his sleeve in her palm. "If he can do it, I can do it too."
Yan Qing's eyes shone: "Picture..."
The young man stood up and pressed his lips against hers: "Shh, listen carefully."
The chief eunuch on the other side of the altar unfolded the imperial edict in his hand: "The Emperor, by the Mandate of Heaven, proclaims: The country is not at peace, but the royal family is in chaos, brothers are fighting, fathers and sons are resentful... I feel guilty towards my people and have done nothing for the country."
After the eunuch read the edict of repentance, he announced the letter of abdication.
This wedding was prepared for her coronation ceremony from the very beginning.
Ge An and others below were all bewildered. Lan Yin, who was rushing over with the emperor's edict, pulled the reins suddenly and was almost shocked to fall off his horse.
Qi Heng took the lead and knelt down, shouting loudly: "Long live Her Majesty the Goddess!"
The people were excited: "Long live Her Majesty the Goddess!"
All they knew was that their dynasty would be taken over by the gods.
And their future will be blessed by God.
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