Chapter 340: Attacking the Empress
Okay, okay... Zhao Duan subconsciously wanted to nod to show that he was willing to follow the advice.
But the empress didn't need to look back to know the dirty thoughts in this guy's mind, and added:
"The warm room is yours tonight, so don't cross the line."
As she spoke, the graceful female emperor stepped on the soft carpet with her lotus feet, and walked lightly through the curtain separating the "bedroom" and the "living room" and entered the bedroom inside.
When the curtain was lifted, the lingering fragrance from the animal-shaped purple gold incense burner in the bedroom poured out from the inner room.
“It smells so good…”
This thought surged uncontrollably in his mind, and then Zhao Duan pitifully saw the empress's back disappear behind the curtain.
The scene behind the curtain was very blurry, and only a vague figure could be seen walking to the dragon bed.
As if considering that there was a man present tonight, she did not take off her gauze skirt. She simply turned off the candle and lay down on the bed with her clothes on, without making any sound.
“…”
Zhao Duan opened his mouth and sighed softly, already understanding what the empress meant.
Anyway, it will take some time for him to "get sick", and it's impossible for me to chat with him all the time, so I just left him here to play by himself.
Once the illness relapses, with the Empress's cultivation level, she can wake up immediately and resolve the issue even if she is in a light sleep.
so……
"Your Majesty? You're not being sarcastic, are you? For example, when you say you're not allowed to cross the line, you're actually allowing it..."
Zhao Duan whispered tentatively, but the volume was normal when he first spoke, but it became as soft as a mosquito's whisper when he said the last sentence.
Xu Zhenguan ignored him.
"Your Majesty? How about I stay closer to you? I can sleep on the floor. The main thing is, if I lose my mind later, I might just rush out of the bedroom and hurt the maids outside..."
Mr. Zhao blinked his eyes, stretched his neck and frantically tested the edge of death.
"roll."
These words came from the other side of the curtain.
“…” Zhao Duan closed his mouth in disappointment.
He didn't dare to push his luck any further, fearing that Zhenbao would be thrown away and that the old eunuch Hai would watch him, which would turn joy into sorrow.
When you are in power, you must know when to stop.
Entering the bedroom was a small step for Zhao Da'an, but a big step for Zhao Er'an.
The night was dark and it was already the second half of the night. The bedroom seemed to be divided into two worlds of yin and yang.
There was no light in the bedroom, only moonlight shining in through the window lattice, making it seem a little cold.
The lights in the warm room are bright.
The soundproofing of this bedroom was very good. Zhao Duan could not hear any movement of the palace maids outside the door. He didn't know whether they had left or not. He couldn't even hear the chirping of insects at night.
He sat cross-legged at the coffee table, eating and drinking to pass the time, his thoughts wandering aimlessly.
"Well, I wonder if the plan to close in on the Kuangfu Society has been completed. Gongshu Tianyuan is following the intelligence he has gathered and going after them one by one. Even if some slip through the net and escape, destroying the rebel branch shouldn't be a problem after tonight... This matter isn't over yet, and I have to personally finish it off..."
"Zhuang Laodeng, ah Zhuang Laodeng, I can't find you for the time being, so I'll seize one of your branches and collect the interest. We'll wait and see, I'll take revenge from morning till night, the original vengeance is not over yet."
"From what Zhenbao said, he intends to wait until the 'Business Conference' is held in Huting and then have me go there. It's a bit dangerous, but if I go, can I meet Prince Jing? Oh, right, I also arranged for someone there. I also arranged for the concubine that the young cabinet minister forced to marry. I gave her the option of becoming an imperial merchant. I wonder how she's doing over there..."
Zhao Duan lay on the floor of the warm room with his arms and legs spread out, his hands behind his head, staring at the dragon relief on the ceiling.
Sigh.
Outside there are the Eight Kings, the Kuangfu Society, and three major evil sorcerer organizations.
Inside is the aristocratic group represented by Li Yanfu, and the Shenlong Temple with a complicated internal situation.
By the way, there are also the generals appointed by the old emperor to guard the border, such as Tang Daren, the Duke of Zhenguo in the west, Zhao Shixiong, the border general in the southwest, etc. They are also hidden dangers.
This does not include the Buddhist ancestral temple in the Western Regions. It is said that there are foreign races in the southwest, such as the Liao people, who are often in conflict with the border troops of Dayu and other restless factors.
A rough count with fingers revealed that Zhenbao's enemies were numerous.
I really don’t know how a woman like her managed to survive these three years... Zhao Duan turned his head and followed the pattern of the carpet, extending his gaze to the inside of the curtain.
A corner of the dragon bed could be vaguely seen, and Xu Zhenguan's long hair was shining green in the moonlight.
"Why bother coming here? If I had this kind of cultivation, I would have run away long ago and wandered around the world at will. Wouldn't that be a happy life? Why would I have to carry the huge Yu Kingdom on my shoulders? Yu Meiren... Yu Meiren... Hehe, bah, think about something serious!"
Zhao Duan's thoughts were fluctuating in his mind, and gradually, he felt sleepy.
He had been toiling all night, and now that he was full and satisfied, his eyelids were slowly closing.
In the two rooms, one bright and one dark, the only sounds left were the gentle breathing of the man and woman.
About half an hour later, Zhao Duan, who had fallen asleep, suddenly began to have red skin and his breathing became heavy.
Under his skin, pale blue blood vessels bulged out, making him look a little hideous.
Sudden.
His closed eyelids suddenly opened!
But in his eyes, pure black energy surged. He sat up straight, his handsome face shrouded in evil energy.
At this moment, the medicinal power of the elixir was finally unable to suppress his desire. Zhao Duan stood up in a daze, filled with all his emotions.
“Squeak…”
“Squeak…”
Zhao Duan felt the burning heat again.
He subconsciously hooked his fingers and began to tear the clothes outside his chest. Soon, the good clothes became tattered, and bloody marks were left on his strong chest.
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
Zhao Duan was panting like a cow, his nose twitching rapidly, as if he smelled some scent that aroused his lust.
He turned slowly, staring at the curtain-like drape beside him, and driven by instinct, he walked straight towards it step by step.
The moment he passed through the curtain, he stepped from light into darkness. In the bedroom shrouded only by moonlight, Zhao Duan approached the dragon bed step by step.
On the bed, the empress lay on her side, her legs slightly bent, her delicate bare feet exposed to the air.
Her long black hair was casually spread on the bright yellow pillow. On the outward side, along the slightly open white neck, downwards, was the slender back and the perfect curve that suddenly rose.
“Huff…Huff…”
Zhao Duan's eyes turned green as if in response to the stress. He lowered his legs, supported himself with his feet, and made a pouncing gesture.
It was as if she had degenerated into a wild beast that acted on instinct, and she only wanted to tear off the troublesome gauze skirt.
On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was in a light sleep, suddenly opened her eyes and heard a strong wind coming from behind her. A cold light flashed in her eyes.
“Bang!”
In the dark room, a string of golden lines appeared out of thin air.
Zhao Duan, who had already jumped high and rushed over to grab the dragon bed, was hit hard in mid-air, as if he was hit by an invisible whip.
With a scream of "Ah", he flew backwards like a cannonball, fell through the curtain, rolled several times on the ground, and hit the coffee table with a bang, leaving a bloody wound on his forehead.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head fiercely. He ignored the door leading to the outside, stood up again, and walked firmly behind the curtain.
"ah--"
A few seconds later, it flew out for the second time and hit the coffee table with a bang. The cups and plates were in a mess and the teapot broke into two pieces.
After a while, Zhao Duan, who had recovered, got up for the third time, stumbled, and walked firmly towards the curtain.
On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was still lying on his side and was too lazy to move from beginning to end, heard the approaching footsteps from the warm hall for the seventh time.
She finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Xu Zhenguan turned over and sat up with a huff, staring expressionlessly at Zhao, who was moving towards her with an evil look and a grin, and suddenly stood up in a very un-emperor-like manner.
He walked over a few steps, raised his long legs, and kicked hard:
"Go away! Are you going to let me sleep?!"
…
…
The same night.
Thousands of miles away from the capital, in a mass grave.
The moonlight shone on the earth, and a group of crows were suddenly startled in the mass grave, cawing strangely and circling in the sky.
A sloppily dressed man, wrapped in a dark red robe, half his face covered with a scarf of the same color, with loose black hair and a long sword made of copper coins on his back, walked towards them from a distance.
As he walked, pieces of paper money fell from the air, but disappeared without a trace the moment they touched the ground.
The man with unkempt black hair walked through the graves and came to a new grave at the edge.
This grave is very new. There is no tombstone in front of the mound. There is only a dry branch inserted diagonally on the soil at the top of the grave. A red rope is tied to the branch, and a copper coin is strung on the red rope.
The black-haired man sighed, bent down to pick up the copper coin, and muttered:
"It's not easy to earn money to buy a life."
As he spoke, the long sword made of copper coins behind him suddenly flew up and chopped through the air. In an instant, a cold wind blew!
The entire mass grave was shrouded in fog. In the fog, the path of the long sword suddenly split open, and a dark river could be vaguely seen, with white bones jumping out of the river from time to time.
"return!"
The man raised his hand and grabbed, and the dark "Yellow Spring" surged, and an illusory rib was grabbed out by him.
The Yellow Spring seemed extremely angry, roaring as if it was about to burst out, frightening the sloppy man so much that he hurriedly used the copper coin sword to chop again to erase the gap.
At the same time, the bones in his hand seemed to sense something, and they eagerly broke free from his palm and jumped into the new grave in front of him.
A moment.
The fog dissipated, all the strange phenomena disappeared, and the soil of the new grave fell down, with a crack appearing in the middle.
An old Taoist priest wearing patched clothes and with a slightly three-dimensional appearance struggled to support the coffin lid with his hands and back, pushed away the soil, and crawled out little by little.
"Bang!"
After throwing the coffin on the ground, he had already built a tomb for himself here before going to Beijing, and found a fresh corpse similar to his own to bury it.
He had torn off a large part of his soul and stuffed it into this body in an attempt to resurrect. The Guhuo Zhenren fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and looked extremely weak.
"Tsk tsk, how did he die this time?" the sloppy man teased.
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