Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 240

The sticky sweat on her body wasn't just from this morning, it dripped even more last night, some insatiable person didn't want to let her go until he didn't have the strength to toss her and groan.

When Meng Baiyun thought of Long Aohan, colorful flowers bloomed in his heart, which was very moist and rippling.

Turning to Su Er: "When did Mr. Zhuyun leave?"

"The slave does not know."

That's right, Long Aohan seldom goes in and out through the main entrance, and always comes and goes at unobtrusive times.

Meng Baiyun entered the room, took off his coat, and sat down to eat.

Su'er and a few maidservants came in and out to deliver water, filled a bucket full, Meng Baiyun was full, and after a while of eating, he went in to take a bath, feeling comfortable.

Leaning on the edge of the bathtub and drowsy, Su Er came again, saying that there was a carriage at the door, and that it was the third master who came to pick up Meng Baiyun.

Who is the third master, of course Meng Baiyun knows who it is.

"Let him wait for a cup of tea."

"kindness."

When Su Er went out, Meng Baiyun scooped up a basin of water, splashed it on his face, got up, dried his body, changed his clothes, wiped his long hair with a dry handkerchief, and got into the carriage with half-wet hair on his head. .

Instead of going to the post house, I walked all the way for more than half an hour and arrived at the edge of Baita Lake.

This time, spring and autumn are especially lively, and now in summer, when the heat waves hit our faces, there are only a few idle fishermen fishing on the shore.

Meng Baiyun searched around, but did not see Yan Hongyi, so the person who called her pointed to the southeast direction: "The third prince is waiting for you there."

It was a hut, if Meng Baiyun remembered correctly, it should be a latrine, a convenient place for those who travel in spring and autumn.

She stepped forward, and sure enough, there was a bad smell, the man said: "The prince is inside, you can stay here later."

Meng Baiyun was very disgusted and turned his back.

After waiting for an incense stick of time, but seeing no one, she realized that she had been tricked.

Sure enough, a fisherman in the distance stood up, leaning forward and backward with a smile at her: "Meng Baiyun, why are you standing at the door of the latrine with disheveled hair like a female ghost? Are you the legendary latrine ghost? Come on!" The latrine fell into it and was suffocated to death, because it was too smelly to be reincarnated, so I could only stand by the latrine forever, wandering and wandering?"

childish ghost.

Meng Baiyun was not provoked, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Why did the prince come out from there? A road was dug under the latrine of feelings, and you were flushed there with the feces."

Now, the person on the opposite side stopped smiling, and it was Meng Baiyun's turn that a flower would bloom on his smiling face.

"Meng Baiyun, talking to you is indeed the most interesting."

The person who didn't laugh laughed again like a sheep epileptic, stepped forward and threw a bottle of water to Meng Baiyun: "Don't worry, drink mung bean water, the nurse specially asked me to bring it for fear of heatstroke, it wasn't me walking down the toilet Dao'er urinated along with it when he came out."

"Pfft, the stuff in the bamboo box over there should also be food, not the feces you dug up when you rushed out."

"Then you are wrong, there is no difference between that thing and shit."

As he said, he turned back and opened it, and suddenly there was a stench, stinky tofu, what a bad taste, this is the first time Meng Baiyun has seen this kind of stinky tofu that smells worse than a latrine, she felt so stinky. The smell is pediatric.

"Try it."

"Don't eat."

"This is your loss, we brought it from Gyeonggi (ji) specially."

Gyeonggi, the capital of Southern Chu!

Meng Baiyun heard that the stinky tofu there is a must.

Gyeonggi-style, I'm really a little greedy, I ate one piece, it was so delicious, I couldn't help but want to pinch the second piece, but the man took it back stingily.

"I brought a total of these. If you like it, go back to Gyeonggi with me. As much as you want to eat, I will let the royal kitchen cook as much as you want."

Still thank him for his kindness.

Meng Baiyun sat down, with the sun above her head, and she was not afraid of getting sunburned. She raised her head to look at the person who ate stinky tofu with relish, and became more certain of her guess that this person is a stupid beast.

It looks cruel and vile, but in fact its mind is very simple, like a child with a bad temper.

When Meng Baiyun thought about this, he thought of Bailizong. For some reason, he felt that if these two people got together, they might be able to tear down the entire Chang'an city.

"You're not afraid of the sun, I doubt if you're a woman, your words are rough, and your actions are even rougher. In such a hot sun, this king is afraid of getting bald."

"Calcium supplement."

The other party did not understand the word Meng Baiyun.

Meng Baiyun didn't explain, and lay down, his hair was completely dry, and now he was sweating, and the roots of his hair were wet in a circle.

Yan Hongyi sat down beside her and looked at her carefully. Seeing her squinting her eyes and enjoying herself, her heart suddenly felt soft. As soon as she stretched out her hand, someone from a distance carried a huge movable wooden house over , There are also people spraying countless ice basins. Once the house is covered and the basins are placed, even though the river is so scorchingly hot, it is cool and autumn has entered in an instant.

"Be comfortable."

He lay down beside her, his hands behind his head.

"It's very comfortable. It's just that the lonely man and the widow live in the same room. Is it really good?"

"This king wants to touch you. It's weird that you don't cover up such a thing. When this king sees other beautiful women, he just has an idea and fell in love with her, but you are different. This king has no evil thoughts about you."

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

Yan Hongyi turned his head sideways, with clear eyes, Meng Baiyun almost couldn't recognize him.

"I praise you, don't know what's good or bad."

The words spoken are indeed not human words.

"You just want to lie here with me in a small room and burn these ice cubes all day long?"

"I actually just want to talk to you. You are very similar to my mother."

His eyes dimmed, but the corner of his mouth evoked a faint smile.

Generally speaking with this kind of tone, there is probably one thing that can't be escaped, that is, his mother is dead.

But as far as Meng Baiyun knew, the Empress Dowager of Southern Chu, the mother of Emperor Chu was still alive, so wasn't that also Yan Hongyi's biological mother?

"I don't look like the Empress Dowager Chu. I heard that she is a noble and elegant person, and her gestures are imitated by women in Southern Chu. I feel that if I can imitate her a little bit, I can become a beautiful lady."

"She wasn't like this before, but she changed later."

He whispered, full of sense of the story.

Meng Baiyun smiled and said, "It seems there is a story."

"But I won't tell you."

She is direct, and he is also direct.

Meng Baiyun suddenly felt that talking to him is actually quite good, at least not tiring, you don't have to be suspicious at all, and you can still calculate wantonly.

"Then you want to hear my story?"

"up to you."

"I was not like this before. I was sad, sensitive, inferior and strong. Because of my embarrassing status, I always thought that one day I could change this predicament and wanted to fly to the branches. Then I saw a tall branch full of flowers. The colorful flowers, as soon as I looked up, my eyes were dazzled, I couldn’t move my eyes, I thought, this one, fly up, try to stand on the branch, and then no one will dare to treat me in black Feather pointed."

"You're talking about King Qin, right? I heard about your crazy pursuit of him."

"When I married into the Dragon Mansion, I completely gave up thinking about it. Anyway, I will never get him again in this life. I started to give up on myself and gradually became the me you see now."

"It's good, it's refreshing."

"I'd rather you say that you were hurt by love. Does Princess Wenyuan really want to marry him?"

She laid a lot of groundwork in front of her, just to introduce this topic naturally, from a political issue to an emotional issue in an instant, Yan Hongyi didn't notice it at all, and even comforted her: "Don't worry about it." Miss him, let me introduce you well."

"You have never really loved someone. If you have loved someone, you will know. There is a forest with crooked necks, but even if you pick another tree to hang yourself, the one you are looking at must still be this tree. Your body hangs on another tree. After you die, your heart will forever rest on this tree."

"I haven't heard your description like this before. You are really interesting."

"Don't say I'm funny, I'm upset."

Yan Hongyi handed over the stinky tofu box, as if showing mercy, but he didn't know that in such a sealed room, he wanted her to die.

"Smelly."

"Try one, maybe it stinks, and I won't be bothered."

Meng Baiyun actually wanted to laugh, this person was too funny, so he held back, because it was too smelly, his nose hurt and tears fell down his face.

Yan Hongyi had a rare stern expression: "You are so sad, then I will tell Brother Huang not to let Wen Yuan come over."

Meng Baiyun was not moved that it was 100% fake.

She knew that as long as Yan Hongyi spoke, Emperor Chu might really give up his mind.

But her purpose is not to break up this marriage, she wants to know Emperor Chu's attitude.

So he sniffed: "If it's not Princess Wenyuan, it will be someone else. In short, it is definitely not me. I would rather be Princess Wenyuan, at least worthy of him. There are only you and me here. Let me tell you the truth. It's one thing to want to cling to him, to love him deeply, and it's another thing to be optimistic about him. He was so popular back then, and he was simply the best candidate for the reserve position..."

When Meng Baiyun said this, he paused schemingly: "...I'm sorry, I got excited. In fact, even though it's even more impossible for me to be with him now, but in my heart, I really hope..."

Another deliberate pause.

Yan Hongyi really brought her in: "Do you want him to be the emperor?"

Meng Baiyun continued to show a bit of depression and bitterness: "I'm stupid, I hope he will marry Princess Wenyuan because I think that if Emperor Chu is willing to help him behind the scenes, he won't have to work so hard. You don't know, he Now my body is not as good as before, and I often cough, and I feel really distressed when I see it."

As he said that, he shed tears again, just now he was smoked by stinky tofu, but now he pinched his thigh.

Yan Hongyi turned sideways and looked at her with his chin resting on his back. Meng Baiyun was a little nervous, wondering if he was being too clichéd.

Her watery eyes looked into Yan Hongyi's eyes, they were still so clean and transparent, looking at her with distress.

She just knew that this guy really got into her game, so it can be seen that she is a very clever spy.

"Don't cry, I still like to see you and me bickering and playing poor. Don't worry, my brother doesn't mean it right now, but if I talk about it, he will."

"Don't!" Meng Baiyun suddenly felt that after he learned the news cleverly, he planted another bad fruit.

"Don't you want him to become emperor?"

Quickly think of a way, way, way, sin, why did you pretend so much just now!
(End of this chapter)