Chapter 478: Bullying the King (asking for double monthly votes)
It was already dark, the empty mansion was particularly quiet, and the moonlight became gentle.
After taking a bath, Xu Zhenguan stared blankly at the "master bedroom". Just after taking a bath, the simple and elegant doors and windows changed colors.
The entire back house was brightly lit, and the unoccupied houses were also illuminated by red lanterns under the eaves, sweeping away the dull and desolate atmosphere.
On the windows of the house where the two were going to "stay", there were even red paper stickers with the characters "囍" on them.
The candlelight shines through the window paper outside the house, and the Chinese character "囍" becomes bright and dazzling.
Xu Zhenguan opened her lips slightly, as if she understood something, her eyes suddenly softened, and she stepped into the house with light steps.
In the bedroom, the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which was emitted by the burning of the exquisite incense burner in the corner.
The ancient shelves with porcelain vases and jade items in the house are dotted with candles.
Not only here, but also on the round table, on the small couch where you can rest... there are red wax candles scattered here and there, and the candlelight dances, illuminating the originally dark bedroom as bright as day.
Zhao Duan changed into a loose robe and was standing at the dinner table, carefully lighting the last red wax.
He turned back and looked at the empress who opened the door and entered the room. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face:
"His Majesty came back just in time. I found some old wine hidden deep in the cellar of the house."
He had obviously taken a bath and washed himself, but he did not wash himself informally. Instead, he used the "Black Turtle Seal" to control water and clean himself from top to bottom.
Well, I even chewed a few fresh flower petals in my mouth!
"Did you... arrange these?" Xu Zhenguan asked softly, with candlelight dancing in his bright eyes.
Following Zhao Duan's hand, he saw a jar of mud-sealed aged wine opened on the table. The wine was fragrant and fragrant. There were no vegetables on the table, but wine vessels were placed.
There was still red paper and scissors on the cabinet that had not been put away.
Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"Everything in the world is unpredictable, things happen in a hurry, and the things in this house are not complete, so I have to feel sorry for Your Majesty. Fortunately, although the country gentry took away the gold, silver and jade, they left behind good wine. I drank with Your Majesty last time. Before the ceremony, the garden of Jianning Mansion was on the water. ”
Yes... That time, the monarch and his ministers discussed the plan after the promotion failed. They didn't want to make a prophecy, but under the influence of the situation, a new world changed in the blink of an eye.
At that time...how could I have imagined that he would enter the world so soon? Xu Zhenguan's eyes were wandering, a little distracted.
Perhaps what he expected: After he took a bath and returned to the house, the scene where Zhao Duan was impatient and a tiger pounced on him did not happen.
Xu Zhenguan's tight body relaxed under her dress.
But after discovering that he was willing to put in the effort and try his best to decorate the "new house", the original worries in his heart were swept away.
What's more...
And wine.
Xu Zhenguan sat down at the table and watched Zhao Duan pour the clear and fragrant flower wine into the cup. As if trying to embolden herself, she suddenly picked up the wine cup, raised her white neck, and drank it all in one gulp!
A sip of wine slipped onto her tongue, and the empress's face became even more rosy after taking a bath.
Wine does not intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves!
Zhao Duan burst into laughter, and then simply drank a glass of wine. The hot liquid slid into his esophagus, and his whole body seemed to feel hot.
How many times have these two drank?
Can't remember clearly.
I was deeply impressed three times, once on the roof of the Emperor's Tower in the capital, once in the Yuanzu Hall in the palace, and again... maybe now.
In the Tianzi Tower, the empress opened her heart.
In the Yuanzu Hall, the two of them practiced briefly for a night and then followed.
today.
It’s no longer just the heart that opens...
With complicated and unspeakable emotions, the two of them sat at the table and drank in silence without speaking, as if they both wanted to use alcohol to dilute the last bit of tension.
However, even if one hundred jars of ordinary flower wine could be drunk, how could it really make two Worldly Realm monks drunk?
Soon, the jar of wine was finished, and the eyes of the two people looking at each other became a little ambiguous, as if there was a thread connecting each other.
Zhao Duan's mouth was dry, and he scrolled for a while. He felt that as a man, he should take the initiative: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, otherwise..."
"Poof!"
Before he finished speaking, Xu Zhenguan seemed to be really drunk. He lay on the table with his head down, eyes closed, and seemed to be unconscious.
"..."
Zhao Duan was silent for a while, thinking to himself, Zhenbao, are you pretending to be a little fake? Don't tell me that your injury has not healed. I don't know how drunk you are.
What's more, the eyelashes are still trembling...
See through, don’t tell.
Zhao Duan stood up and tried to push her: "Your Majesty?"
No response.
Well, it seems that I have to take the initiative on my own, but I don’t know how to practice dual cultivation techniques... Zhao Duanxin changed his mind and subconsciously lifted his belt, then stood up and walked to the empress who was lying on the table pretending to be drunk. beside.
With one arm, he picked up the drunk empress and princess. The moment he took hold, he could clearly feel the body of the "drunk" empress stiffen, but she did not struggle.
It's like a "let him do whatever he wants" attitude.
Zhao Duan hugged the empress, turned around, walked to the bed covered with quilts, and put her on the bed first.
Under the candlelight, she was lying on the soft brocade wearing a loose dress. Under the dress was the woman's moving curves.
Zhao Duan's eyes moved up, and the first thing he saw was a pair of white feet sticking out of her skirt.
Because she had just bathed and was not wearing socks, the instep of her feet was slender, veins appeared faintly under the skin, her toes were round, like jade beads, and her feet were exquisite and attractive.
Immediately, the line of sight followed the curve of the leg, but unfortunately, it was quickly blocked by the hem of the skirt, just like the clouds and mist at the top of Luoshan Mountain, covering the line of sight and stretching across the peaks.
People can't help but want to disperse the clouds and mist, revealing the blue sky and white sun, dazzling and bright.
Zhenbao?
No...it should be a treasure...
Zhao Duan sighed inwardly, his eyes passing over the white and slender goose neck, and resting on the empress's flowery face.
She seemed to be very drunk, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a layer of fragrant sweat on her forehead. Under the candlelight, her black hair was spread out on the soft pillow, which was so beautiful.
"Your Majesty?"
Zhao Duan called out in a low voice and prepared to bully him.
Xu Zhenguan, who was "drunk", murmured: "Turn out the lights..."
Turn off the lights... Yes, there are too many red candles in the room... Zhao Duan is a little unhappy, he can't see anything clearly in the dark... He gritted his teeth and said softly:
"Your Majesty, please be patient, no one will see it nearby."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhenbao to answer, he raised his hand, lowered the gauze curtain on the bed, and jumped up.
Xu Zhenguan finally couldn't pretend any longer. He slightly opened his eyes to a thin line and resisted with soft hands, but without any dignity at all:
"Deng...you don't listen to me anymore?"
I listen to you under the bed, I have my own ideas in bed... Zhao Duan transforms into a dragon knight:
"The minister wants to deceive the emperor!"
……
Boom!
Outside the house, rain clouds slowly floated in the sky, covering the bright moon. Along with a thunder, a strong wind blew in the dark night.
In the endless flower field, countless flower branches swayed and trembled, and the petals were blown by the strong wind.
The dark sky was torn apart by lightning from time to time, accompanied by continuous heavy thunder, covering up all the sounds on the earth.
The thunder roared for a long time.
Suddenly, rain fell in the sky. The rain became heavier and heavier, lapping at thousands of acres of flower fields. The wind was also suppressed by the rain.
In the darkness, the lights of this back house seemed to be the only remaining source of light in this world.
The men and women in the house who were immersed in each other's world did not notice that there were two illusory "dragons" facing each other in the sky above the house.
One of them is huge but illusory and full of scars. It is the dragon aura that once hovered on the top of the mountain when Luoshan was enshrined in Zen and belonged to the crowned emperor.
The other one is much smaller, but it is extremely solid and lifelike, very similar to the "dragon soul" sleeping in Zhao Duan's Qi sea.
At this moment, with a dragon roar, the dragon soul plunged into the illusory dragon aura.
In an instant, the situation changed, and the sudden, unforeseen storm became more urgent and frantic.
……
More than half an hour later.
In the back house, all the candles were extinguished, and the room was dark.
Zhao Duan exhaled softly in the darkness, lying on his head, glancing at the pattering outside the window and the raindrops hitting the window paper unscrupulously.
During the midfield truce, the candlelight was finally knocked out by Xu Zhenguan's palm wind.
However, at this moment, the lightning that flashed from time to time outside the window frequently illuminated the room as bright as day.
"Your Majesty, how far have you recovered?"
Zhao Duan asked softly. He clearly felt that he could no longer control the situation.
In the darkness, Xu Zhenguan was lying on his side, with his back to him, his eyes closed, as if he was feeling himself. "The injuries have recovered a lot, and the strength has returned to its original state in the world."
The empress opened her dark eyes and said with some surprise.
Her theoretical level has never declined, but due to the injury, the strength she can exert was only able to reach the divine level before.
If not, Ouyang Ye would not have led his troops to capture him, and there would have been almost no losses.
But just once, she regained her worldly combat power, which was an extraordinary effect.
Zhao Duan turned around and leaned closer: "I'm afraid it's not enough for the first level."
"...Indeed." The empress agreed subconsciously, and then her expression changed slightly:
"What do you want?"
Zhao Duan becomes a serf and sings:
"Listen to the dragon's roar!"
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Another half an hour.
The wind and rain outside the window once again stopped, but the temperature inside was extremely high.
Zhao Duan rested for a while, feeling the changes in his body, and said with the same surprise:
"My realm has been completely stabilized. I can feel that I am not far from the middle level in the world."
Compared to improving Zhao Duan's cultivation, in the current situation, it seems more reasonable to put all efforts into improving the empress.
Therefore, under the conscious guidance of the two.
Most of the dragon soul's power acts on Xu Zhenguan.
But even so, Zhao Duan still couldn't catch Yu Ze. In just over an hour, the Qi that had not yet been stabilized due to his initial entry into the world was not only consolidated, but even further improved.
This is absolutely impossible to achieve with any normal practice method.
"No wonder the old nun Prajna is always thinking about me. How cool would it be to treat people like a furnace and medicine dregs?"
Zhao Duan sighed in his heart and turned to look at the empress who was facing him this time, with her back to the window:
"Your Majesty, where have you recovered?"
"...the best in the world."
Zhao Duan clicked his tongue in surprise and calculated silently in a low voice:
"Medium grade to high grade, high grade to peak, peak to halfway, halfway to heaven..."
"What are you mumbling?" Xu Zhenguan didn't hear clearly, but her intuition told her that the little imperial guard was holding back a lot of bad news and shrank back warily.
Create distance.
Zhao Duan pondered and said: "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of the palm technique of falling from the sky in one move?"
As he said that, he pulled the bed sheets a lot towards him...
"Huh?! Zhao Duan, how dare you!"
"My name is not Zhao Duan, but my name is Hong Dali tonight!"
……
……
same night.
In the Huai River Channel, a awning boat sailed from the river, with a bow light hanging on a wooden pole erected at the bow.
Orange light shone out from the lampshade, seeming to burn a hole in the curtain-like night.
The awning boat was moored at the pier, and about five or six people on the boat walked ashore, in the drizzle, towards a house with a lone lamp hanging at the door in the pier on the shore.
The leader was wearing a coir raincoat with a sword hanging from his waist. Under the coir raincoat was an official robe that had not been changed for many days.
Ning Zechen, the governor of water transportation, seemed to have lost weight, but his whole body was sharper than before. He walked on the slightly muddy road to the wooden house.
Before he even got close, he was stopped by the person hiding in the dark: "I'm coming to report you."
Ning Zechen took off his coir raincoat hat, revealing a resolute face covered with green and black beard:
"It's me."
"Governor, please come in." The strong man in the army secretly nodded.
Ning Zechen left a few people behind him outside the house and pushed the door open.
In the slightly simple room, there was only an old wooden table with an oil lamp standing on it. There were figures sitting on the benches beside the table.
The position opposite the door belongs to Mochou.
The first female official, who was known as the "female prime minister" but was actually the maid beside the empress, looked haggard and her eyes were bloodshot.
To her right was Sun Lianying, the white-horse eunuch with silver hair and deep-set eyes, who was also the de facto leader of the trusted eunuchs beside the empress.
To her right was the Minister of Etiquette who was presiding over the abbot's ceremony that day. His crimson official robe was stained with mud, and the black gauze hat on his head had long since disappeared, making him look a little embarrassed.
But more than anything, there is still a sense of sadness that the building will collapse and the country will perish.
The rest of the people in the room were all civil servants and military officers who had participated in the Zen ceremony in the past.
"Governor Ning, how is the situation?" Seeing Ning Zechen come in, Mochou reluctantly cheered up.
Ning Zechen raised his hands in anger and said:
"Fortunately, I have lived up to my mission. Although the rebels are fierce, the canal transport yamen is the site that I have been operating for many years. Although it cannot be saved after it is completed, the canal troops in this section of the Huai River canal are still under my control. Now, according to the previously agreed strategy, Gunpowder was used to detonate the rocks, and ships were ordered to carry the stones to the river, and the ships were sunk in the river...
In this way, the shoal can be ensured to be blocked, and neither the King of Huai'an nor the King of Chen can lead their troops northward through the canal. ”
The ministers in the room were shocked, and the Minister of Rites said happily:
"Governor Ning is worthy of the imperial humerus. When your majesty is found and the rebels are suppressed, your great achievements will be remembered."
Ning Zechen had long been desensitized to these scenes and turned to look at Mochou:
"Does your Majesty have any news?"
On the surface, he is the White Horse Supervisor, but in fact, Sun Lianying, who also controls the power of dispatching the shadow guards of the imperial court, said solemnly:
"The latest information is that Eunuch Hai was dragged by Duan Shuishui and his men. The military generals who led the remaining teams tried their best to organize their troops and horses to block Jiancheng Road at the above-ground checkpoints. The two rebels on Yunfu Road were heading north and had no time to escape..."
At that time, after the battle of Feng Chan, Zhao Duan fled with the empress, leaving a group of courtiers at a loss.
At that time, the group first tried their best to search for the Empress, trying to determine whether she was alive or dead. Later, they stopped searching after they realized that Zhao Duan had escaped with the Empress.
At the same time, he learned that King Jing had launched a rebellion.
The group of people had no choice but to divide into several teams, and some of them went to stop Prince Jing's soldiers who were chasing the empress.
The other part, while returning to Beijing, tried their best to stabilize the local government officials and order them to hold on, while trying to find ways to stop the rebels.
"In this case, wouldn't His Majesty and Ambassador Zhao be in danger?" Ning Zechen couldn't hide his anxiety.
Sun Lianying said: "With Zhao Duan's ability, no matter how dangerous the situation is, he will turn the danger into safety and successfully bring His Majesty back to the capital."
The old officials were full of blind confidence in Zhao Duan.
"Huh... just because Zhao Duan is your subordinate, you are so blindly trusting? When did it happen? So many of us can't protect His Majesty, how can he be the only one to make people feel at ease?" The Minister of Rites was in a bad mood. The words are violent.
Sun Lianying glanced at him and said lightly:
"If Lord Shangshu can't control his temper, you can go out to enjoy the wind and rain. If you don't have confidence, it would be a good idea to go out and seek refuge with Xu Wen."
Unexpectedly, he was choked by the sarcastic Minister of Rites, and said blearily:
"I naturally hope that your majesty will turn the danger into good, but I am just worried."
"Then why don't you protect His Majesty? Let Zhao Shijun resist the pressure alone?" Ning Zechen said coldly.
"You..." The Minister of Rites was speechless by the two people's rebuke. He turned to look at Mochou for help:
"Mo Zhaorong, you know that if I only care about you, I will cause chaos..."
Mochou said calmly:
"I also believe in Zhao Duan. He has done too many miraculous things, and I believe he can do the same this time."
The Minister of Rites was stunned. He looked around the three of them and walked to the corner of the room angrily. He put his hands in his sleeves and sulked:
"Incomprehensible!"
He was a little aggrieved. What he said was unpleasant, but it was also true, but these three guys joined forces to target him.
Ning Zechen and Sun Lianying were too lazy to pay attention to this Lord Shangshu, who played a rather limited role along the way and only acted as the official representative of the highest ranking official in the team.
Start to spread out the map and discuss the next movement of the team:
"We have limited force and our goals are too obvious. Instead of rescuing His Majesty, we are more likely to cause trouble to His Majesty. Our most important thing right now is to return to Beijing as soon as possible to stabilize the situation."
"Now I am afraid that all the eight kings have turned against me, and the news will soon reach the capital. By then, the news about your majesty's disappearance or even death will be very popular, and I am afraid that there will be chaos in the capital.
Only by returning as soon as possible can we bring back the most authentic information so that we can stabilize the situation and wait for His Majesty to return to Beijing. Otherwise, if something happens in the capital, even if His Majesty returns to the capital, it will be too late. ”
"Even... our family has a worry, that is, the capital may be unstable at this time, and His Majesty is missing. Will Li Yanfu be at peace?"
Sun Lianying was worried, and Ning Zechen's heart grew heavier the more he listened.
He raised his head and looked at Mochou, who never said a word:
"Mo Zhaorong? What are you thinking about?"
I saw Mochou staring blankly at the drizzle outside the crack of the door, and suddenly said:
"I'm wondering what your Majesty is doing now."
……
ps: Writing this way is definitely not crossing the line, right...?
(End of chapter)