Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 289

Feng Yao never refused to come, she stretched out her hand to hook his neck, tiptoed and loudly "snapped" a glib mark on the other side of his face.Of course, in addition to doing bad things, she will also deal with the aftermath.Then he took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and wiped it gently for him.Then she dragged him to sit on the stool, while she sat on his lap, gnawed on the crispy pie, hooked Murong Yu's neck, and swayed her overlapping feet from time to time, it was so beautiful.

Murong Yu took advantage of her eating time to kiss here and touch there, taking advantage of the opportunity.While taking advantage of it, he thought to himself, this is the benefit of being kissed twice obediently just now, he must not waste it.

In this room, the intimacy between Murong Yu and Feng Yao escalated step by step, and gradually the sound of panting that made people blush and heartbeat came from the room.On that side, the single young man Wuhen couldn't listen anymore, took the opportunity to leave his post, and went to an uninhabited garden not far away.

Before jumping into the garden, Wuhen took off his silver-gray coat and put it on backwards.He took off the cloth towel that wrapped his face and stuffed it inside his clothes.Immediately, the image of a boy in Tsing Yi jumped out.

The little boy in Tsing Yi kicked his feet, and immediately left the ground and went into the wall.His feet stepped on the half-foot-thick dead leaves, but he didn't make a sound at all.Immediately, he lifted his foot and went into the garden.

This garden, surrounded by waist-high grass, has not been inhabited for many years.The houses have never been repaired, and pieces of them are mottled and collapsed.Along the way, I finally found a slightly better house, at least sheltered from the wind and rain.

Wuhen, dressed as a child in Tsing Yi, knocked on the door, and opened his mouth to ask, "Miss Su, are you resting?" His voice was extremely tender.

There was a low coughing sound from inside, and then a woman's hoarse voice said: "No, Xiaohen, come in."

Wuhen pushed the door open and went in, only to see that the room was dark, only a few wisps of moonlight shone through the window, and the outline of the room could barely be seen.Wuhen made a groping look, and slowly lit the lamp, only then did he see the situation on the bed.

I saw a beautiful woman lying on the bed, but her face was tired and pale, and she lost seven points of her good looks.Her long hair was not combed, it was just scattered on the pillow, and the quilt was only half covered, and she didn't know if it was too hot or she didn't have the strength to cover it well.

"Miss Su, you eat." Wuhen took out an oil-paper bag from his arms, walked to the bed and handed it to Su Xueqing.

Su Xueqing smelled it, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Xiaohen, thank you. It's just that I'm sick and not suitable for such oily food."

Wuhen shook his head and said: "It's okay, I asked the cook, this pancake is very easy to digest." As he spoke, he couldn't help but stuff the warm pancake into Su Xueqing's hand.

I saw that the oil cake was exactly the same as the one Murong Yu gave Feng Yao.

Su Xueqing didn't know anything else, but felt that Wuhen's obsession with asking her to eat was very funny, so she sat up reluctantly, opened her mouth to bite, and couldn't help but look bright: "It's really delicious."

Wuhen said: "The big devil and his master both like to eat."

Su Xueqing saw that he had a baby-like delicate skin and a baby face. Although his eyes were slender, there was a lovely cunning.So puffed up his cheeks and sighed, it was extremely endearing.Rao is such a cold beauty as Su Xueqing, seeing her at this moment, she couldn't help but feel good about her: "Fortunately, you come to take care of me every day. If it's that big devil, hmph, I'd rather die!" As he said, he bit his hand hard. in the pie.

Wuhen didn't make a sound, just turned his face to the middle of the room, squatted on the ground and started to boil the medicine.Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Xueqing couldn't help flattering him: "Don't be angry, I didn't say anything bad about the Great Demon King. Besides, the Great Demon King is so bad, why are you still facing him?"

With Wuhen's back to her, he boiled the medicine with his head down, without saying a word.

Su Xueqing frowned, her thoughts diverged, and she suddenly asked, "Is it possible that you have something in the hands of the Great Demon King? If so, when I recover from my injury, I will go and get it back from you!"

A kind and lovely boy like Xiaohen must not be the pawn of the Great Demon King, Su Xueqing thought.Thinking of that night again, the man wearing the invisibility cloak broke the sect's inherited sword so easily, and he was itching with hatred.But she didn't use the trick of exchanging her life for her life, so she was interrupted and brought here again.During the day, she can't see anyone, only at night can Xiaohen come to take care of her for a while.Although Xiaohen is very cute, it can't offset Su Xueqing's hatred for the Great Demon King at all.

"When the time comes, you come with me, and I promise not to let the big devil bully you again!" Su Xueqing clenched her fist and said, "When the time comes, you come back to the sect with me, and I will take you to meet my master. Let him have a look Your bones and tendons teach you a suitable set of exercises. You must learn it quickly at such a young age."

Wuhen listened, his eyes twinkled.The subordinates boiled the medicine carelessly, and there were handfuls of medicinal materials placed in each handful.But he didn't care about it, because he had already crushed the medicine that really treated the injury and sprinkled it on Su Xueqing's daily food.These medicinal materials are nothing but blindfolds.Anyway, that silly girl didn't understand.Ever since the emperor brought the white peony into the palace and made her a beauty, she became more and more favored every day.Although she was no longer greedy for beauty and did not go to court as in the first night, she still had white peony to accompany her day and night.

During the day, when the emperor was reviewing the memorials, he asked Bai Mudan to sit aside and make decorations to please the eyes.Tired of staying, or ask Bai Mudan to pinch his shoulders and beat his legs, or ask Bai Mudan to accompany him to the imperial garden.

Naturally, she would occasionally meet Prince Murong Lian.Every time Bai Mudan just saluted, she lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head to retreat behind the emperor, without even looking at Murong Lian.On the other hand, Murong Lian, every time he saw Bai Mudan's expression became more and more charming, his face became darker day by day.

Murong Lian was not a person who could not express his emotions and anger, but the emperor noticed this change.It seems that he doesn't mind this, but in fact, he has already given Murong Lian a point in his heart.It was not a big deal to have three thousand beauties in the harem.But it is not a good sign that Murong Lian is obsessed with a certain person, so the emperor is very displeased.

On this day, when the emperor was reviewing the memorial, he suddenly became inexplicably irritable.For some reason, I suddenly thought of Murong Yu.

Murong Yu is the emperor's only younger brother, and also the only royal family child who survived the bloody storm that year.The fundamental reason why he survived, besides the deal with Concubine Yu, was also because he had two crippled legs.

If a disabled child is kept by his side, it is predicted that he will not be able to become a great weapon in the future.At most, it was just spending some water and rice every day, so the emperor didn't pay attention to Murong Yu, and just told him not to starve to death.

When Murong Yu was ten years old, the emperor chose a remote place in the capital to build a mansion and asked Murong Yu to move out.All the servants and guards waiting on him were selected and prepared by the emperor.Therefore, the emperor did not expect that one day, Murong Yu would grow up.

To be honest, on the day of Osmanthus Festival, Murong Yu suddenly stood up from the wheelchair, the emperor was completely taken aback.The weak and weak man in the past, suddenly one day he looked sick and became extraordinary, as if he was a different person.The emperor is not stupid, he immediately knew that it was a problem of breeding tigers.After thinking about it carefully, those who help Murong Yu cover the sky with one hand and deceive the saints, don't think twice except Yu's family.

The Yu family is actually a good one, with a woman like Concubine Yu who is as intelligent as a monster, and now Concubine Yu's son has become a climate, so the emperor can't see the depth.However, thinking about Murong Yu's demeanor that day, because of an ordinary woman like the Feng family, he turned his face on the spot with Su Chengxiang's residence and An Guogong's residence.

The emperor thought about it, but there are two reasons, either Murong Yu's influence is hidden from the public, and he is not afraid of Su Chengxiang's mansion and Anguo Gong's mansion; Fear of offending those two forces.

However, the emperor asked the hidden guards to investigate, but they couldn't find any useful news.Prince Yu's mansion has always been neglected in front of the door, and Murong Yu has no contact with the courtiers.On weekdays, Murong Yu spent most of his time in Prince Yu's Mansion, never appeared in various poetry gathering places held by talented scholar Qingliu, and had no friendship with young scholars.

If Murong Yu hadn't taken the initiative to stand up on the Osmanthus Festival, the emperor would have ignored him.After the sweet-scented osmanthus festival, Murong Yu ran to Huangsha Town without saying a word, only having fun with Feng Shi and his son.All the clues point to the second situation——Murong Yu has no intention of being big and has no ambitions.

However, just like that, the emperor couldn't let go of his heart.As the son of Concubine Yu, Murong Yu is probably also the kind of person whose wisdom is close to that of a monster.The emperor was afraid that Concubine Yu's palace would be flooded and Concubine Yu's death would be remembered by Murong Yu.If this is the case, for Murong Yu, the emperor has the hatred of killing his father and mother.

It would be fine if Murong Yu didn't have any thoughts.If so, according to his deep scheming, Murong Lian might not be able to defeat him.But, can his son who is also good at forbearance, the third prince Murong Ping, be able to play a game of chess with Murong Yu?Unknowingly, the emperor favored Murong Ping a little more towards the heir to the throne.

"Report to the emperor, Lord Yu begs to see you." Just as the emperor stopped writing to think, the little eunuch who was guarding the gate outside trotted in and knelt and said.

What a coincidence, the emperor couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows and said, "Xuan come in."

Not long after, a young man in a plain robe walked in.He was tall and slender, with a head of smooth black hair tied up with a sapphire hairpin, and the boots on his feet were extremely simple.From the top to the bottom of the dress, except that the fabric is regulated by the prince's grade, the pattern on the top is actually the most ordinary.

"I've met the emperor." Murong Yu walked to the hall to stop, and performed the etiquette between brothers.

Seeing him coming, the emperor didn't even move his sitting position, but raised his eyes and asked, "Why is Brother Yu here?"

"The emperor has something to ask the emperor to decide." Murong Yu said the request, but the expression on his face was not like this.It turned out to be flat and calm, without the slightest flattery or humility that was expected of others.

The emperor had rarely seen Murong Yu since the Osmanthus Festival, and was not satisfied with the reports he heard from the secret guards, so when he had the opportunity to see Murong Yu, he wanted to inquire about it.So he didn't ask Murong Yu what he wanted from him, but raised his hand, pointed to his attire, and asked, "It seems that when I saw you last time, I dressed very neatly. What's the matter? Did the Ministry of Rites treat you harshly?"

(End of this chapter)