Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 587 Three kills!

Su Jiu sat down with a smile.

She rolled up her sleeves to pour the wine, and she seemed to mention it casually, "I don't know if there are other people around? After all, I am already someone else's wife. If outsiders see me and Mr. Murong together, it will spread bad reputation."

"Yes yes yes, Concubine Su's concerns are quite reasonable!" Murong Qing snapped his fingers, "You all step down!"

The wind broke.

Su Jiu looked over, and seven or eight hidden guards hiding nearby turned into blasts at the same time and left at the same time.

Murong Qing smiled "hehe", and went to grab Su Jiu's little hand, "Don't worry, Concubine Su, there is no one left now!"

Su Jiu avoided it calmly, and poured wine for him with a smile, "The first time we met in the palace last time, I was very impressed with Mr. Murong. Today, I came to the banquet, mostly because of your face."

Her voice is charming and charming, as gentle as water.

Murong Qing's heart melted when he heard it!

He drank the wine and stared at Su Jiu salivatingly, "Look at what the side concubine Su said, I missed you very much after the last farewell in the palace..."

Su Jiu poured him another glass of wine, "Mr. Murong, can you tell me some interesting stories about the border again? The little girl has lived in a boudoir for a long time, and she is very fascinated."

"okay!"

Murong Qing couldn't wait to show his prestige in front of the beauties, so he talked endlessly about the border affairs.

Su Jiu always smiled and nodded, and kept adding more wine to him.

……

On the other side, Zhao Wuyang stepped into the small wooden building.

The naturally cold aura made the chattering girls instantly quiet.

Murong Miao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Sister is here? How is my sister's recovery? The mountain road is bumpy and bumpy, and riding in a carriage can easily cause the wound to recur. My sister shouldn't be here."

Zhao Wuyang responded coldly.

Murong Miao calmly took a sip of tea, "Sister, don't blame the Empress for beating you, you did something you shouldn't do, and you deserve to be punished. What's more, you have been married to Brother Xu for more than a year and haven't conceived yet. The Empress Dowager has resentment in her heart."

Everyone here has different expressions.

This is a matter of the royal family, even if they are curious, they dare not ask without authorization.

Facing Murong Miao's humiliation and provocation, Zhao Wuyang looked indifferent, "The villa is boring, can Miss Murong accompany me to the tower to see the scenery? By the way, let's talk about the girls' private affairs."

Murong Miao possessed martial arts and was not afraid of her, so he complied without hesitation.

The two girls climbed to the sixth floor and had a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers, with a wide and bright view.

Murong Miao smiled and said: "I heard that King Yong spent a huge amount of money to build the Xingxing Terrace. On the surface, he said it was to pray for the emperor, but anyone with a little brain knows that he built it for the side concubine of King Yong. I don't know Is the Star-picking Platform better or worse than my small wooden building?"

Zhao Wuyang was noncommittal.

Murong Miao said again: "However, whether it is good or bad, it is King Yong's will. It is not bad for a man to do this for a woman. For example, brother Xu never did anything for his sister, even in When the empress ordered the nuns to beat my sister, he had already gone back to the Prince's Mansion to enjoy his leisure... I believe that if my sister and I were in different situations at that time, brother Xu would definitely stand up for me."

The 16-year-old girl is full of confidence in her words.

Zhao Wuyang tilted his head and looked at her.

She was tall and handsome, and because of her martial arts skills, she was more dashing and heroic than ordinary women.

Coupled with Yuan Xu's childhood sweetheart, it's not unreasonable to have this confidence.

She took off the little red umbrella, and said calmly: "In your eyes, what kind of man is Yuan Xu?"

Murong Miao raised his chin, his eyes were full of brilliance, "Brother Xu is gentle and gentle, and he will be the most benevolent emperor when he ascends the throne in the future. I like Brother Xu like this since I was a child! People in Chang'an City say that King Yong I have a good relationship with Concubine Yong, because they are childhood sweethearts. But Zhao Wuyang, brother Xu and I are also childhood sweethearts. If I marry him, I believe our relationship will be even better than theirs. Although I feel sorry for you, but you After all, you are an older sister, so you must be able to tolerate our affection, right?"

Zhao Wuyang fiddled with the little red umbrella, "The so-called gentleness is just because you don't have the capital to be wanton and arrogant. The so-called modesty is just because you are timid and cowardly and dare not make enemies with others. Murong Miao, you claim to have grown up with Yuan Xu Big, but I don't even know what kind of temperament he is... If I had known that you were so stupid and stupid, I should have traded with Su Jiu and let her deal with you."

Murong Miao frowned, "What do you mean?"

……

Mountain Villa Water Pavilion.

The banquet continued.

Murong Ming was having fun with the beauty in his arms, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the guests in the hall were drunk and passed out on the table one after another.

He stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "A bunch of useless things! A little liquor can make you drunk like this? We agreed to play with women, and you are so drunk, how can I play alone?"

After shouting drunkenly, he suddenly noticed that the music stopped at some point.

The rain is about to come, and the light is dim.

A burner of incense was lit in the hall.

Curly green smoke seeps out of the carved porcelain cover, and the cool and sweet fragrance gradually permeates the entire hall. The meditating monks painted on the incense burner seem to laugh and cry, strangely like a dream.

The mountain wind blows from the window, and the bead curtains in the corner collide with each other, making a clear and ethereal sound, like a child's laugh.

Against the silence of the room, there was a terrifying sense of solemnity.

Murong Ming said roughly: "Where is the musician, why doesn't the musician play the piano?! If you don't play the piano, how can I be interested?!"

Suddenly there was the sound of a zither.

It's like the autumn wind on the flat ground and the bright moon on the sea, which is extraordinarily lonely and empty.

Gradually, the music became passionate with twists and turns, just like thousands of troops fighting on the Gobi Desert!

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the blood, as if a war had come to an end, and the music gradually calmed down, as if the surviving soldiers in the middle of the night played the reed flute of their hometown alone against the bright moon.

This is a song about war.

Murong Ming's face darkened, "Who is playing tricks?"

A slender hand opened the bead curtain.

The man in thin armor, with the color of spring dawn, with hatred in Danfeng's eyes, appeared in Murong Ming's sight.

Murong Ming frowned.

He looked around, his drunken colleagues were still awake, and the dancers and singers had already fallen asleep.

Originally full of excitement, he was the only one left who was still awake.

"Xie Rongjing? Aren't you dead?" He rubbed his eyes, "I'm dreaming?"

He suddenly showed a ruthless expression and grinned, "I don't care what I'm dreaming, I can kill you once, even if you die, I can still kill you again! Xie Rongjing, die!"

He took out the saber from under the table and suddenly attacked Xie Rongjing!

But halfway, he fell to the ground in embarrassment!
Xie Rongjing stood indifferently.

Because of the excessive blood loss, the face that looked like the dawn of spring was a little pale.

Taking a deep breath of the weird and sweet fragrance in the mountain wind, he said hoarsely:
(End of this chapter)