Chapter 340 Pounce on the Empress
Okay, okay... Zhao Duan subconsciously wanted to nod, indicating that he would follow the good deeds.
But the empress didn't need to look back to know the dirty thoughts in this guy's heart, and added:
"The dining room is yours tonight, don't cross the line."
With that said, the graceful female emperor opened her lotus feet, stepped on the soft carpet, and lightly passed through the curtain that separated the "bedroom" and "living room" and entered the bedroom inside.
When the curtains were lifted, the scent from the animal-shaped purple and gold incense burner in the bedroom poured out from inside.
"It smells so good..."
This thought surged uncontrollably in his mind, and then Zhao Duan pitifully saw the empress's back disappearing behind the curtain.
The scene behind the curtain was very blurry, and Xu Zhenguan could only be seen vaguely walking to the dragon bed.
As if considering the presence of a man tonight, she did not take off her gauze skirt, but simply extinguished the lamp, then undressed and lay on the bed without making any sound.
"..."
Zhao Duan opened his mouth and sighed softly, already understanding what the empress meant.
Anyway, he is still some time away from "getting sick", and it is impossible to chat with him all the time, so he is left to play here by himself.
When she gets sick, with the empress's cultivation, she can wake up as soon as possible even if she sleeps lightly.
so……
"Your Majesty? You didn't say anything sarcastic, did you? For example, you said you were not allowed to cross the line, but in fact you meant permission..."
Zhao Duan tried in a low voice, but when he said the words, his volume was normal, but when he said the last sentence, he was like a mosquito.
Xu Zhenguan ignored him.
"Your Majesty? Why don't I stay closer to you? I can just lay the floor. The main reason is that if I lose my mind later, I will rush out of the palace and hurt the maid outside..."
Zhao blinked his eyes, stretched his neck, and frantically tested on the verge of death.
"roll."
A word came from the other side of the curtain.
"..." Zhao Duan closed his mouth angrily.
He didn't dare to push any further, for fear that the treasure would be thrown away by him, and if Eunuch Hai, the old eunuch, looked at him, he would be extremely happy and sad.
When people are in the temple, they must know when to stop.
Entering the palace was a small step for Zhao Da'an, but a giant step for Zhao Er'an.
The night was dark, it was already late at night, and the palace seemed to be divided into two worlds: Yin and Yang.
There was no light in the bedroom, only the moonlight shone in through the window lattice, making it look a little cold.
Here in the Nuan Pavilion, the lights are bright.
The soundproofing of this dormitory was also very good. Zhao Duan couldn't hear the movements of the palace ladies outside the door, and he didn't know whether they had left or not. He couldn't even hear the sounds of insects at night.
He sat cross-legged at the coffee table, eating and drinking, passing the time, and his thoughts were wandering.
"Well, I don't know if the plan to close the net and support the society has been completed. Gongshu Tianyuan will come to the door one by one according to the information he has obtained. Even if some fish slip through the net and escape, after tonight, the rebel branch should be destroyed. It’s not a big problem… This matter is not over yet, I still have to finish it myself…”
"Zhuang Lao Deng, Zhuang Lao Deng, I can't find you for the time being, so I gave you a share of the helm to collect interest. Let's wait and see, the villain will take revenge, from morning to night, the original revenge will not be over."
"From what Zhenbao said, do you want me to go there when the 'Business Conference' in Huting is held? It's a bit dangerous, but if you go, can you meet Prince Jing for a while? By the way, I'm still there. I arranged for someone, the concubine married by the old man in the small pavilion, and gave her the choice to become an imperial merchant. I wonder what happened there..."
Zhao Duan was lying on the floor of the conservatory with his arms stretched out, his hands behind his head, staring at the dragon-shaped relief on the ceiling.
Sigh.
Outside there are the Eight Kings, Kuangfu Society, and three major evil magician organizations.
There are aristocratic groups represented by Li Yanfu and Shenlong Temple, which has a complicated internal situation.
By the way, there are also the generals who were appointed by the old emperor to guard the border, Tang Daren, the Duke of Zhenguo in the west, Zhao Shixiong, the general of the border army in the southwest, etc... are also hidden dangers.
This does not include the Buddhist ancestral court in the Western Regions. In the southwest, it is said that there are restless factors such as the alien tribes and the Huren tribe that often come into conflict with the Yu border troops.
A rough calculation with his fingers showed that Zhenbao's enemies were densely packed.
I really don't know how she, a woman, has been able to endure these three years... Zhao Duan turned his head and his eyes followed the pattern of the carpet and extended into the curtain.
Faintly visible in the corner of the dragon couch, Xu Zhenguan's long hair glowed with blue light under the moonlight.
"Why bother? If I had this kind of cultivation, I would have run away and wandered around the world casually. Wouldn't I be happy? Why bother to carry such a big Yu country on my shoulders? Poppy... Poppy... Hehe, bah, think of something serious of!"
The thoughts in Zhao Duan's mind fluctuated, and gradually, he felt sleepy.
He had been working hard all night, and now he was full and full, and his eyelids were closing a little bit.
In the two rooms, one bright and one dark, only the gentle breathing of the man and woman was left.
About half an hour later, Zhao Duan, who had fallen asleep, suddenly began to blush and his breathing became heavy.
Under his skin, light blue blood vessels bulged, becoming slightly ferocious.
Sudden.
His closed eyelids suddenly opened!
But in his eyes, pure black energy surged, and he sat up straight, his handsome face shrouded in evil energy.
At this moment, the power of the elixir finally failed to suppress his desire. Zhao Duan stood up in confusion, filled with seven emotions and six desires.
"Chichi..."
"Chichi..." Zhao Duan felt the burning heat again.
Subconsciously, his fingers were like hooks and he began to tear at the clothes outside his chest. Soon, the fine clothes turned into tatters, and there were blood marks on his strong chest.
"Huchi..."
"Huchi..."
Zhao Duan was panting like an ox, and his nose was twitching rapidly, as if he smelled something that aroused lust.
He slowly turned around and stared at the curtain-like curtain next to him. Driven by instinct, he walked straight over 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 was lying sideways, her legs slightly bent, and her delicate bare feet exposed to the air.
A head full of black hair is casually draped on the bright yellow pillow. On the outward side, along the slightly open white back of the neck, downwards, is the slim back and the sudden high perfect arc.
"Huchi...huchi..."
Zhao Duan seemed to be in a state of stress, his eyes turned green, his legs sank, his soles rested on the ground, and he made a fighting stance.
It was as if it had degenerated into a beast acting on instinct, and just wanted to tear off the obstructive veil.
On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was sleeping lightly, suddenly opened her eyes. She heard the evil wind blowing behind her, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Crack!"
In the dark room, a string of thin golden lines drew out of thin air.
Zhao Duan, who had jumped up high and jumped on the dragon bed, felt as if he had been hit hard by an invisible whip in mid-air.
With a scream of "Ouch", he flew backwards like a cannonball, fell out of the curtain, rolled several times on the ground, and hit the coffee table with a bang, leaving a bloody gash on his forehead.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a while, shook his head fiercely, turned a blind eye to the door leading outside, stood up again, and walked resolutely towards the curtain.
"ah--"
A few seconds later, it flew out for the second time and hit the coffee table with a clang. For a moment, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the teapot fell into two halves.
After a while, Zhao Duan, who had recovered, got up for the third time, stumbled, and walked resolutely toward 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 approaching footsteps coming from the warm hall for the seventh time.
She finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Xu Zhenguan turned over and sat up angrily, staring expressionlessly at Mr. Zhao, who had an evil look on his face and moved towards her with a sinister smile, and suddenly stood up in a very un-imperial manner.
He walked over in a few steps, raised his long legs, and kicked him hard:
"Go away! Are you still letting me sleep!?"
…
…
same night.
Thousands of miles away from the capital, in a certain mass grave.
The moonlight shone on the earth, and a group of crows suddenly appeared in the mass graves, quacking and circling in the sky.
A scrawled man wrapped in a dark red robe, with a scarf of the same color covering half of his face, with disheveled black hair, and carrying a long sword made of copper coins, came from a distance.
As he walked, pieces of paper money fell out of the air, but disappeared without a trace the moment they touched the ground.
The man with scruffy black hair walked through the tombs and came to a new tomb at the edge.
This tomb is very new. There is no monument in front of the mound. There is only a dry branch stuck diagonally in the soil at the head of the tomb. There is a red rope 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 make money to buy a life."
While he was speaking, the long sword made of copper coins behind him suddenly flew up and slashed through the air. Suddenly, a sinister wind blew up!
The entire mass grave was wrapped in fog. In the fog, the trajectory of the long sword suddenly cracked, and a dark river was vaguely visible. From time to time, white bones jumped out of the river.
"return!"
The man raised his hand and grabbed it, and the dark "yellow spring" surged up, and an illusory rib was pulled out by him.
The underworld seemed to be extremely angry, roaring and about to gush out. The frightened man was so frightened that he hurriedly slashed with his copper coin sword to erase the gap.
At the same time, the bones in his hands seemed to sense something, and they eagerly broke away from their hands and jumped into the new grave in front of them.
A moment.
The fog dissipated and all the strange phenomena disappeared. The soil of the new grave fell rustlingly, and a gap opened in the middle.
An old Taoist priest wearing robes and with a slightly three-dimensional appearance worked hard to support the coffin board with his hands and back, pushed away the soil, and crawled out little by little.
"Bang!"
After throwing the coffin board on the ground, before entering Beijing, he had already built a grave for himself here and found a fresh corpse similar to his own for burial.
The bewitched master who forcibly tore off more than half of his soul and stuffed it into this body in order to be resurrected fell to the ground, panting heavily and looking extremely weak.
"Tsk, tsk, how did you die this time?" the scrawled man teased.
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