The feeling between the eyebrows is extremely strong.
Ming Jing took two steps back, lowered his eyes slightly, and clasped his hands together: "What do you mean, Princess?"
Wen Yu didn't answer, but took two steps forward and continued to point her index finger at his forehead.
SPIEGEL: ...
He took two steps back again.
Wen Yu chased after him again.
"Master Mingjing, do you know what this is?"
A clear mirror speaks nothing.
Wen Yu smiled and said, "This is like you running away and I chasing you. You can't escape even if you have wings."
SPIEGEL: ...
He sighed and whispered, "Princess, do you want to summon Bajie?"
Wen Yu shook her head and whispered, "No, I know you don't want to be exposed. Besides, Bajie is not a good guy. Why would I call him? He even stole my bellyband. He is so cruel."
SPIEGEL: ...
Wen Yu withdrew her hand and walked to the emperor as if nothing had happened, leaving Mingjing alone to continue suffering from the numbness on his forehead.
Mingjing also understood that Wen Yu was just teasing him casually, without any reason, just because she was in the mood.
The emperor naturally wanted to hold Bajie accountable for his crime. He dared to steal the imperial sister's underwear, which was extremely bold and despicable.
"Royal sister, that Bajie must be severely punished!"
Wen Yu: “That’s right.”
SPIEGEL: ...
At this time, Fushou Palace was in the blockade of the Imperial Guards and the Feiyu Guards, but the vassal states knew nothing about it.
But Aleshi, who was in the middle of it, felt vaguely uneasy.
Before the blessing fireworks ceremony, all Dasheng officials went to the Imperial Garden to wait.
As envoys from a vassal state, they naturally had to go along, but they were told at the last minute that they didn't need to go and could just stay in the Fushou Hall to admire and pray.
"This palace is also a great place to enjoy the fireworks. His Majesty has specially ordered that, out of consideration for your fatigue from the journey, the envoys do not need to go to the Imperial Garden and can enjoy the fireworks in the palace."
The palace maid lied with open eyes.
What kind of fireworks can be seen in the temple?
Only seats near the door can see the sky in the distance.
Naturally, some envoys objected: "We are here to celebrate the birthday of His Majesty and the Princess of Heaven. How can we not personally attend this blessing ceremony and offer our most sincere blessings to His Majesty?"
The palace servant said calmly, "This is the emperor's compassion. The envoys should accept it."
After saying that, he didn't care about them at all and left, leaving a large group of people looking at each other and exchanging glances secretly.
For a moment, a mysterious and turbulent atmosphere filled the Fushou Hall.
Armani whispered, "Prince, if we don't go to the blessing ceremony, won't the plan fail to be implemented?"
Aleshi's heart sank: "Shut up."
Armani covered his mouth, his eldest prince was angry.
Lance's original plan was to take action after the blessing ceremony, while everyone was happy and relaxed, to hold the emperor hostage to restrain everyone, and then cooperate with the 5,000 troops ambushed outside the city to quickly capture Shengjing City.
But now they can't even go to the blessing ceremony, and the first step has been disrupted.
All the envoys looked visibly unhappy.
Someone said: "Then we can only fight a battle and wait for the army outside the city to break through Shengjing City."
Upon hearing this, Aleshi became more and more uneasy. This was an extremely risky action. Could they really succeed?
When the fireworks exploded, the envoys did not stay in their seats, but came to the entrance of the hall and looked up at the gorgeous fireworks.
When the fireworks are over, Christmas is over...
One envoy couldn't help but sigh: "Even fireworks in the Celestial Empire have so many variations!"
No one spoke, everyone just looked at the sky quietly.
In fact, they are very contradictory. On the one hand, they admire the power of the Celestial Empire and the majesty of the Celestial Empire, which is inviolable.
On the other hand, he had to follow the orders of his own king and make evil plans in secret.
Aleshi, who was standing at the back, looked up at the fireworks, and Wen Yu's smiling face flashed through his mind.
"Armani."
"Um?"
"Why on earth would Father do this?"
His eyes fell on the many envoys. What benefits did Lance promise to his father?
He was able to unite so many vassal states to work for him.
Turning different interests into a community of interests is such a terrifying appeal.
As a son he had to obey his father's orders, but he always wondered how Lance did it.
Armani whispered, "Are you still thinking about this? In the words of the Celestial Empire, we have already put the arrow on the string and have to shoot it."
Aleshi pursed her lips and her face darkened.
When the fireworks exploded, Lance was around the Fushou Hall.
He was still dressed as if he was presenting a beauty, with his arms folded and looking at the sky with a cold expression.
Of the ninety-nine fireworks, forty-five have already been set off.
Lance waited quietly for the fireworks to end.
The problem with today's plan was also because of Wen Yu.
When he entered the Damei Palace, he did not expect that Wen Yu would bring a monk back halfway.
He thought that Wen Yu would not return to Damei Palace to rest until the fireworks were over.
By then, those envoys and the ambushed armies of vassal states would charge forward for him and capture Shengjing City as planned, while he would hold Wen Yu in this beautiful palace and make love with her.
At this time, Shengjing City was in chaos and no one could disturb them.
When the city is broken, Wen Yu will also become his woman.
But this beautiful vision was shattered by Wen Yu herself.
She did not follow the routine and came back halfway and recognized him.
He could have hidden himself, but for some reason he ended up lying on the bed waiting for Wen Yu to find him.
Maybe it was because he saw her leading a strange man in, or maybe it was something else, he himself couldn't explain it clearly.
When Lance thought of this, his eyes dimmed.
The scars from Wen Yu whipping him had clearly healed and disappeared, but now they seemed to be inexplicably itchy.
It was as if she was standing in front of him again, whipping him teasingly, foolishly, carelessly, and condescendingly, saying something like "The most important thing for a dog is to be obedient."
Lance closed his eyes.
He counted silently in his mind: "Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one..."
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