The beast concubine favored by the emperor is difficult to control

Chapter 47 It's Good to Tell You a Story (2)
Seeing his appearance, Jiuhua Lang pursed his lips, forget it, I don't care about you anymore!
Instead, he lowered his head and ate Tianshan snow lotus, swallowed it in a few bites, burped, and the smell of Tianshan snow lotus still remained at the tip of his nose, not light or light.

Lying next to Mu Qing, he enjoyed the beautiful sky with this human butcher instead.

The wind passed through the bamboo grove, except for the breathing of the two, there was no sound.

"Jiuhua, may I tell you a story?"

The first thing to break the silence was a voice like a clear spring in Tianshan Mountain.

Before Jiuhua could answer, he said to himself: "Back then, Concubine Mu of Xiyao was favored, and Emperor Xiyao was lucky to concubine, and soon became pregnant and gave birth to two boys. Twins were not accepted by the royal family. One son is destined to die. But Emperor Xi Yao felt sorry for the noble concubine, and forcibly excluded the joint name of all the ministers to play, and tried his best to protect the second son."

Looking into the distance with pale blue eyes, there was some hazy color: "In addition to the noble concubine, Emperor Xiyao also has a queen, Nai Ping, who is the daughter of General Ping Hanyin of Xiyao. Three points of courtesy is required. The Ping family disliked that Concubine Mu Gui was being favored, and was extremely jealous, so he informed Ping Hanyin that he would do his best to play, and he would definitely get rid of one of the two sons."

"Emperor Xi Yao couldn't bear the pressure, and finally explained the truth to the imperial concubine, and had to give up one son. At that time, the twins were already ten years old. Just after their birthday, the younger one was given a bowl of poisoned wine in secret, and died in the imperial court. Dealing with dense darkrooms."

"However, they didn't expect that the one who was given the poisoned wine was the older one! The younger one secretly overheard the conversation between his father and the queen mother, and planned to switch the two of them. In the end, the older one was dragged into the dark room and executed in secret."

Mu Qing's face was pale, his eyes couldn't tell the depth, and his lips moved lightly: "After drinking the poisoned wine, the older one was not allowed to be buried in the imperial tomb, but was randomly discarded in a mass grave. What they didn't expect was that the older one was not buried in the imperial tomb. He didn't really drink the poisoned wine, but swallowed the fake death pill and faked his death."

"After he woke up from the mass grave, he could not wear the clothes on his body anymore, so he randomly picked up a set from the mass grave and put it on himself! Fearing that he would be recognized, he even made himself up like a beggar , did not dare to go back to Xiyao, went all the way down the road, and finally arrived at Shengyao. The insult he received on the way is something he will never forget in his life!"

"All of this is thanks to his imperial brother! If Grandpa Dongyao didn't pass by here, he calculated that the big guy would have such a calamity, and gave him a fake death medicine, otherwise he would have died for real! What should not belong to him, he accepted without complaint. But what belongs to him, he will definitely take it back!"

The jade flute that Mu Qing was playing with in her slender hands suddenly broke with a click.

After listening to this, Jiuhua felt—what does this have to do with me?

First, Dongfang Yunlan ran over and went crazy for a while and then left, and then you ran over and told stories like crazy, what does this have to do with me?
The jade flute was broken, and Mu Qing gently held the broken jade flute in his hand. With a movement of inner strength, it instantly turned into flying ash and dissipated in the wind.

Seeing Jiuhua click his tongue, internal force is really a good thing!
Mu Qing stopped looking at the void, lowered his head, touched Jiuhua's head, and hugged it into his arms: "Master said, you will have countless ties with me in the future, and you may be better than me, maybe In the future, I will ask you..." So now I'm here to make connections.

Jiuhua put one paw on Mu Qing's forehead, touched his own forehead, and patted his head—this kid is not sick, how could he believe the old man's words?

And what story, Mu Qing, are you talking about yourself?

Jiuhua only thought it was ridiculous, could it be that Mu Qing was really talking about himself?Think about his expression when he spoke, although his face is indifferent, the depth of his eyes is definitely not deceiving!
Thinking about it, he must have hated him so much that he looked like this.

Jiuhua's head is tilted - if someone calculates himself this way, then this person and what this person cares about are nothing more than existence!
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(End of this chapter)