Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 192 You Can't Go
No matter how Meng Baiyun felt, whether he was surprised or laughed, they all carried exactly the same—pretending.

Long Aohan is easy to understand, Shen Qiluo has lost her memory, she doesn't know whether Long Aohan or King Qin are people that Meng Baiyun doesn't even want to touch, let alone anyone else.

But what is the reason for King Qin's performance?

But he said with a smile, "Qiluo, you must have drunk too much. From what you said, how could Miss Xia Qing be such a person?"

"She is, why do you help her? Didn't you say you love me and love me? Why should I wrong her?"

Her tone was anxious and aggrieved, and she pretended to be decent.

Meng Baiyun smiled softly, charmingly, and walked in front of Zhong Yu: "Hehe, Miss Shen really likes to joke. I didn't go to the toilet at all, but went to the back door to breathe, but I met an old friend. I saw it too."

Unexpectedly, Meng Baiyun mentioned it when he didn't mention it.

Shen Qiluo didn't mention that she had her own plans. After all, she was not harmed at all, and she showed strong hostility towards Xia Qing as soon as she came in. If she insisted that Xia Qing wanted to murder her, no one would believe her. I'm afraid they would think she was messing around and blamed Xia Qing .

But he couldn't swallow this breath, so he acted like this, thinking that if others didn't believe him, he could make Xia Qing sick.

Unexpectedly, Xia Qing took the initiative to open the back door.

She didn't know what she meant by saying that, but she took advantage of the situation and said, "Xia Qing, it's that old friend named Su Er. I misremembered the place, but you told her that you fell in love with the lord, and later you saw me and told her too." Come out, stop quickly, I heard it, don't pretend."

"Hehe, so you heard it."

Meng Baiyun smiled even more beautifully, bent down and blew lightly on Zhong Yu's cheek, provocatively: "Then, may I ask King Qin, do you see if I chase you, do you have a chance?"

Long Aohan tightened his hand holding the wine glass.

Zhong Yu's cheeks were blushing slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"Miss Xia Qing was joking, aren't you brother Zhuyun's woman?"

"Who said that? He only said that he liked me for many years, but I didn't say that I also liked him for many years."

Seeing Long Aohan's face getting colder and colder, Meng Baiyun felt extremely happy.

Her expression became more and more charming, and her eyes flickered: "The prince hasn't said yet, do I have a chance?"

Zhong Yu almost couldn't help wanting to pull her into his arms, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he smiled politely: "Miss Xia is beautiful and beautiful, but any man will not be tempted."

Meng Baiyun laughed coquettishly: "King Qin is just joking. A country woman can't climb up to the prince, and even Mr. Zhuyun, Xia Qing can't climb up to him. Today's meal, Xia Qing is full, and there are husbands and children at home. Waiting for Xia Qing, Xia Qing said goodbye."

Long Aohan's eyes were gloomy.

Zhong Yu also cast down his eyes.

Shen Qiluo couldn't be killed today, and she would definitely stick to Zhong Yu's side in the future, Meng Baiyun didn't want to kill her in front of Zhong Yu after all.

There are still opportunities, as long as she doesn't enter the palace again.

The people in this room either don't want to see them, or they want to kill them, or it's better not to see them, so let's go.

After leaving, before returning to the inn, someone hugged her by the waist.

She was about to make a move when acupuncture points were tapped, so she rolled her eyes and watched the man take her flying across the downtown area, and finally landed in the bamboo house. She said coldly, "If you don't untie me, I will rush away by myself."

"Rush back to see your man and child?"

He was a little drunk, and his tone was slightly offended.

Meng Baiyun really made him very angry, her husband and children are the same size, so seducing King Qin like that made his teeth itch with hatred.

She clearly did it on purpose.

"Long Aohan, can you untie it?"

She was angry, he approached, and lifted her chin with one hand: "It's clear that he cares about me, otherwise why would he act that way to anger me."

Meng Baiyun spat at him: "I'm being affectionate, I just want to see if Zhong Yu can think of me, if he thinks of me, then Shen Qiluo will die without me doing it, save me some trouble."

"Sophistry." His voice was low, his hot breath spewed on her face, and he leaned forward slightly, bringing the distance between them even closer.

As they got closer, the smell of wine was mellow and fragrant, and Meng Baiyun's head and face were smoked. She frowned, but her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Baiyun, I don't care whether you've been married or had children. You don't want to leave Chang'an City again. I know that you went to find Weng Junsheng, but you think that Weng Junsheng can release people I want to stay in the prison."

"you……"

She never knew that he also had such a rogue and evil side.

The him she knew had always been gentle and refined, as calm as a breeze.

It turned out that his mask was quite deep.

She sneered: "Okay, then each depends on his own ability. Don't think that if you have a brother emperor, you can walk sideways in Chang'an City. As far as I know, your brother emperor pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. It’s been three years since I ate that big tiger, and I’m still playing the role of his incompetent, muddle-headed king, and you royalists are nothing more than that.”

He accepted all her sarcasm.

She still wants to talk to him.

He loosened her jaw, but didn't untie her acupuncture points. He just fed her a medicine: "Take it and sleep well, don't try to open the acupuncture points again, I won't allow you to hurt yourself again."

What is he trying to do?
Meng Baiyun frowned, and wanted to greet her eighteen generations of ancestors, but she didn't have the strength after all, because the medicine took effect too quickly, and within a moment, sleepiness hit her, and she fell limply in his arms.

It was rare for Meng Baiyun to have a good night's sleep.

These days, she seems to eat and drink well and sleep well, but in fact, she has suffered from insomnia all night long.

The eye circles were pitch-black, and they were barely covered with makeup so that Wu Xun and the others could not find out and worry.

She is troubled by many things.

Chang'an City was her nightmare, and she never slept well after she came back. Huzi was arrested, and Tang Yin made that face to her every day, plus Feihong had to adjust his head on the bed five or six times that night. Sleeping appearance, she really almost forgot to sleep until she woke up naturally and comfortably.

During this sleep, Meng Baiyun slept soundly, and even had a sweet dream.

Dreaming back to modern times, a little girl in her department got married, and she was going to be a bridesmaid. When throwing the bridal bouquet, the bouquet fell into her arms in the middle. The red roses were bright and fiery, and she was as happy as a girl.

Then, the scene changed, and it became ancient times again. She was wearing a red wedding dress, holding the bouquet of flowers in her hand, and the suona, gongs and drums resounded in the sky, and passers-by congratulated each other. looking at her man.

He seemed to realize that she was looking at her and turned around.

A string of firecrackers bang loudly, Meng Baiyun was startled, opened his eyes, Long Aohan's face was very close at hand.

She got up in a hurry, but she couldn't catch him, and bumped into Er his forehead, she grinned her teeth in pain.

The sweet dream ends and the nightmare begins.

What the hell was he doing with his head stuck in front of her so early in the morning.

"hiss."

He gasped and rubbed his head.

But the hand was taken away, and a cold palm replaced her hand and rubbed it up: "Why are you getting up in such a hurry, are you sleeping well?"

"take away."

After clapping his hands away, he sat up, only to realize that he was only wearing a middle coat.

She blushed suddenly: "Where are my clothes?"

"The material of your clothes is too thick, making it uncomfortable to sleep in. I'll take them off for you."

"I'm a rough man, I'm used to it, bring me some clothes."

"Throw it away, come here."

As soon as he gave an order, two servant girls came in, one of whom Meng Baiyun still recognized was Mudan.

When Mudan saw Meng Baiyun, her expression was joyful and respectful.

"Madam, you are awake."

"Don't call me Madam, who is your Madam."

Mudan timidly looked at Long Aohan, but seeing his appreciative eyes, Mudan shouted even more happily: "Of course it is you, you are my wife, madam, you are hungry, breakfast is ready, You change clothes."

As she said that, she took clothes from the tray of the maid behind her.

Meng Baiyun didn't appreciate it: "I want my clothes."

She looked so stubborn and determined, her eyes were cold and distant, and her tone became gloomy.

Mudan was in a dilemma, and looked at Long Aohan again.

After all, Long Aohan still lost the game: "Bring her clothes."

She wasn't the type to be led around casually, and in three years, she became more and more uncontrollable like a runaway wild horse.

Long Aohan knew that only by stroking his hair could he get her closer to him, if he disobeyed her, maybe she would run away further.

Yesterday's clothes were delivered, obviously washed and folded neatly.

"Leave it alone, all go out."

"Let's all go out."

Long Aohan led the people back out.

Meng Baiyun didn't get up immediately, but adjusted his breath on the bed.

The breath circulated for a small week, but the limbs still felt relatively weak. Long Aohan took some medicine, and the effect of the medicine had not yet passed.

She found her purse in the old clothes. The porcelain bottle inside contained the pills Tang Yin gave last time, a heavy dose of cooling pills. Although she took them and kept them until she collapsed, it was better than being so weak and doing nothing now. no.

I took out a grain and ate it, it was sweet in my throat.

After taking the medicine and getting dressed, breakfast is already set on the table.

Meng Baiyun was indeed hungry, and he didn't pretend to be hungry. Qian Qian's behavior of self-harm and protest when he was hungry for three years now seems simply stupid.

How can the brain function without offering sacrifices to the temple of the five viscera?

After breakfast, she opened the door and went out. Long Aohan was standing at the door. I don't know if he had been standing there with his back. In front of him was a small path leading to a bamboo forest. The bamboo house was built near this bamboo forest. Water, lakes and mountains, the scenery is pleasant.

In summer, if you ignore the mosquitoes, this is the best summer resort.

In May, it has to be hot, there are neither mosquitoes nor scorching sun, but it is the most comfortable.

Meng Baiyun fought Long Aohan a few times, and he understood a truth: She still needs a little time to fight, and the scoundrel obviously can't beat him, and the power, let alone his opponent in Chang'an City, maybe there is another one who left She can choose, but she can't ignore Xiao Hu now.

Right now, I can only talk to him openly and honestly once.

(End of this chapter)