Chapter 176: The Son of White Moonlight (14)
The night was gloomy, and the young man put on a sable cape with a red shirt inside, just like his usual dress.
King King was stunned.
In the past, he always thought that his son was soft-hearted, innocent and incomprehensible, and acted arbitrarily according to his own likes and dislikes.
Now that he has experienced this catastrophe, he has suddenly become unfamiliar and cold-blooded. Is this good or bad?
King Jing was silent for a moment, and then he heard someone say, "Father, before leaving the city, burn the palace. Whether or not Wuling A clan vacates this mansion, we have lived for many years and have always left some clues. It is better to destroy them all at once. Yes, go clean."
Liulihuo licked the beam, and the palace was reduced to a sea of flames.
A blazing red light was reflected in the boy's black pupils.
He raised his hand, opened his mouth and showed his teeth, and tore open the red silk that was tangled in his hands.
Jing Lei lowered his head and stared, his mouth curled in a mocking arc.
Are his wings strong enough to protect you from time to time?
Queen mother, may you be high above you and never fall into the dust.
He turned around resolutely and disappeared into the night.
In the early morning of the next day, Wuling Hu found out about the packet drop incident.
He has a calm face and deep eyes.
It is worthy of being the No. 1 power in the capital. Even if it disappears, the means still reach the sky. On the night of the wedding, he put a hand under his eyelids.
"Drag it down, and continue to fight until he lets go."
After he finished giving orders, he turned and entered the inner veil.
The new queen is dressing up in front of the mirror, spreading out a bright light.
"What's the matter?"
"Running." He didn't conceal his negligence, grasping her shoulders in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry, the bereaved dog, it's not worth mentioning, the old vigor is exhausted, and he can't make any waves."
Such a weak heart, this is not necessarily, the male protagonist is a hug.
As he said, he slowed down his tone again, rarely showing a bit of Tiehan tenderness, "You drank my spirits last night, did you have a headache when you got up this morning?"
"much better."
So weak turned his head and smiled at him.
"I would also like to thank the king for taking his clothes off and taking care of him."
Uling Alu was proclaimed emperor, and the old group of palace ladies and eunuchs were appointed, and he followed the traditional system and called his majesty. However, the weak knew that the Wuling Hulu was not accustomed to the customs of the Central Plains, and alienation and rejection went hand in hand. Since she decided to stay in the palace for a few years, she had to pay attention to the details of getting closer.
The man stretched his eyebrows slightly, his expression relaxed, and gently rubbed her shoulders with his fingers.
"Call me captive."
He bends his eyes so weakly, and his voice is like honey, and kind is like flowing.
"prisoner."
This greatly pleases the man.
"Recently, I paid a tribute to a batch of Luozidai. I will send it to you later. From now on, you will show it to me every day!"
The man in the grassland is bold and majestic, and has a rough nerve. Everything is pragmatic. Like this kind of thrush boudoir pleasure, Wuling Lv felt that he was wasting his life. Especially when the former princess went out, it would take an hour just to put on makeup. These heroic slaves were like fools outside from dawn to noon, so he was infinitely disgusted.
But it was amazing that he was able to wait willingly when he changed to another person.
Is this the feeling of "wish to get a one-hearted person" in the Central Plains?
So weak If you know the complicated emotions in Wuling Alu's heart, you can probably say, no, you are just a simple double-standard crazy demon.
When the queen's life was even more prosperous than imagined, Wuling Huo resisted the pressure and did not open the harem. She stood on tiptoe and gave him one.
The Wuling A clan has a tradition of "father death and son succeeding". The former king left, leaving behind a bunch of wives and concubines. He didn't need to speak weakly, and arranged for them to remarry, so that the weaker breathed smoothly. As soon as the operations were completed, the minister was making trouble again, and wanted to send his daughters into the palace to be the first batch of senior veterans.
They have spotted such a weak natal family, and they are not to be afraid.
At the beginning, Wuling A clan wanted to make her the queen, which caused a lot of criticism from the ministers. Her father thought she had little chance of winning, so he had a strong back, and followed the trend. . Besides, you used to be a concubine, how could you coerce your husband to divorce?
Good women do not marry twice, you are insulting the family's court! What did the Rong family do that caused the misfortune of today's family!
His words were supported by countless sour Confucian officials, as if occupying a moral high ground overnight, swearing at her, and a snowflake-like memorial piled on the emperor's desk.
This pedantic Lord Hanlin also secretly spread the word that Zhenlie is the virtue of a woman, and she would rather die than lose her spine.
Want my old lady to hang herself for fame? I can go to you!
She rolled her eyes, twisted her small waist, and went to charm the king.
So her father was released outside, and even the guys who clamored for her to thank the world with death also suffered.
The Wuling captive killed the chicken and the monkey, and shook the chattering civil and military officials.
They are obedient, and they automatically organize the wedding of the empress and queen, and they have to do it beautifully, trying to wipe out the anger of the empress—isn’t this nonsense? A group of them took turns beating, and they couldn’t get it down. A blacklist was put on the front of the new back. Don't you have a sense of existence, waiting to be kicked out of the capital by the new emperor?
This is not weaker than the emperor who is weak and weak. People respect martial arts. If you are not pleasing to your eyes, you can just do it!
When the wedding was over, it was calm for a while.
So weak and smoothly served as a queen for a year, these ministers jumped out again, urging the emperor to expand the harem on the grounds of "no child in the middle palace".
Good news came out the next day.
The ministers' faces were beaten and swollen, and they dared not speak any more.
How can I not speak? How can she enter the palace without speaking? ! Rong Miaojuan was anxious, but had no way to influence the DPRK-China decision.
She didn't know which link went wrong. The three princes who were winners in the previous life became losers somehow and were sent to guard the imperial tombs. She secretly chased and spent some time with others. She slept on a hard bed, ate mixed grains and rice. She was wearing sackcloth and it hurt so much. After only a few days of wearing it, she developed a red bump, which was totally unbearable. .
Thinking of living in such a poor life in the future, Rong Miaojuan ran away in fear.
She believes that her appearance is not inferior to her sister, and her talent is even better than her. Why can she be a queen, but not herself?
Rong Miaojuan is full of confidence, as long as she is given a chance, she will be able to go straight up and dominate the harem.
But the problem is, they won't give it to Qin Se He Ming!
She was dumbfounded and could only move her mother to persuade her sister, how can you eat meat by yourself and let the whole family drink northwest wind?
Sorry, she is so weak and capable, she is not a good person to repay grievances with virtue.
Mrs. Rong was blocked outside the imperial city, and she didn't even see her weak face.
Rong Miaojuan only wanted to be a master, and was unwilling to squander it for several years. The dragon and phoenix fetuses who had squandered into the palace could run and fly a kite.
"Tall, mother, father, sister, Zhaozhao's kite is high!"
The boy in the front ran with blushing cheeks, his little head was shaved, and only a handful of the top of his head was left, braided, jumping and jumping.
"Brother, great, great."
The girl riding on the man's neck raised her chubby hand and clapped happily.
The weak participated in this family parent-child activity and waved a small kerchief.
The boy was encouraged and laughed contentedly.
After flying the kite, the family ate in the pavilion.
This meal is also very interesting. Just like Yuanyang Hot Pot, one side is a light-tasting vegetarian dish, and the other is a full range of meat dishes for beef and sheep. She was so weak and unpleasant, but her body couldn't stand it. She got angry when she ate the spicy food, and she had diarrhea. After taking several lessons, she had to endure the abstinence. Wuling Hulu had the exact opposite of her diet, not spicy and not fragrant.
It was particularly painful for the two to eat at the same table at the beginning.
She was so weak trying to fight poison with poison, and after eating, she lay down in bed and became unlovable.
Wuling Hu tried to accommodate her taste, but his face turned green within a few days.
The emperor was so painful to eat, the royal cooks were also afraid.
Fortunately, their living habits have gradually become the same after running in. They are weak and can occasionally eat a few bites of spicy food. The man is also quite admiring, and eats the vegetables she has picked up clean.
Now the family members have added two more small mouths, one is sweet and the other is sour, and the imperial dining room has more tricks.
Today, there is a braised money lion head. A six-year-old boy looks like a sleeve, holding it with chopsticks, and said tenderly, "The biggest one, for the mother, the second one, for the younger sister, um, the third one. , To daddy!"
He picked the smallest one back into the bowl himself, chewing his mouth greasy.
So weak he touched his bald forehead, and the little guy grinned, revealing his leaky front teeth.
The man softened his eyebrows and said to him, "A little trouble has occurred on Nanxi, I am going to take Zhaozhao to a long time."
The men of Wuling A clan are brave and good at fighting, and they are inseparable from the martial arts education they have grasped since childhood. This father obviously also hastily rushed, wishing to train his child into the most brave son in the world.
"Will it be too small?" The weak expressed his opinion.
"Don't worry, I won't let him do anything." Wuling Alu laughed, "Just let him go out with me to open up my eyes. I promised him earlier, and it's not easy to lose weight and get fat." After eight years of intrigue The mandarin of Wuling Hulu became more and more standard, with appropriate pauses, clear articulation, and beautiful melody.
She was so weak that she couldn't resist this person with her ears in her ears, whispering lingering tribal love words.
"It's okay for you." She is weak and doesn't intervene. She has no idea about cultivating children. She is purely a layman. "Don't let Zhaozhao run around. His two legs are safe every day."
Wuling Azhao, who was chewing on the lion's head, was a bit stingy.
"Mother, Zhao Zhao is obedient, so I don't run around!"
He gave him a weak look.
The little guy patted his chest and made a military order not to run around.
However, the second day he followed his father to Nan Xi, scratching his head, couldn't bear his curiosity about the new place, and begged his entourage to take him out.
There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king. Uling Achao threatened to seduce him, and finally made his entourage nod in grievance.
He cheered and went out.
The Southern Rhinoceros is in a state of war. The market in the capital is still lively. The crowd is full of voices and shoulders rubbing shoulders. Zhao Zhao is like a small loach, slipping into the cracks of the crowd. Two entourages panting behind. Running, shouting, "Little, little boy, wait a minute, wait a minute."
Wuling Azhao turned his head, scratched a grimace at them, and hit the pedestrian with a bang.
"Aw—"
He covered his painful nose and his eyes were streaming with tears.
The pedestrian glanced at him lazily, with sharp cat eyes, a faint maroon color in the daylight, and his tone was casual.
"Boy, don't have eyes?"