Changfu arrived very quickly, but unexpectedly, he left the palace. Seeing this, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he couldn't handle such a thing.

Chang'an had stopped him and asked him to hurry up and turn around to the old palace of the former king.

How could he have the ability to stop the emperor? The emperor used the excuse of tea wetting his sleeves half an hour ago and changed into a crisp outer robe. That was the emperor's best clothes. He had a big face and thought that the emperor who could stop his bad personal belongings would not go to Zhongguo Mansion.

But it was even worse when I went there. The Empress had a temperament. The Empress had always been more pampering, looking for beauties, food and beautiful scenery for the Empress. Before leaving, he left a male favorite. Why should the Emperor make the Empress only loyal to him?

Then the two of them are not yet - no, he has to find someone to find a solution immediately.

...

Changfu chose the carriage as low-key as possible. He protected the carriage strictly. He did not dare to use it except himself, a eunuch, for fear that others would see this.

Outside Zhongguo Mansion, the guards at the back door suddenly felt a sudden slap in their hearts when they saw the carriage. Why did they come again: "Hurry, let someone go in and report immediately."

"yes."

Ming Xiluo was in a good mood to dismount. His azure blue robe was beautiful and elegant, making him look even more beautiful.

Several imperial guards looked at each other in embarrassment, and could only face pressure and block the emperor's way. The emperor's words were not only Liang Ducheng's gentle minister, but also invincible. The great governor who was stained with countless blood on his hands was now respected as the emperor: "Subordinate - see me, please refer to me" immediately reiterated: "Mr. Ming."

Mingxiluo didn't mind what they called him, so he went forward and found that these people had no intention of giving way.

Changfu immediately stepped forward: "Bold, you dare to stop him here!"

"Sir, my wife is not convenient to see guests today, so I hope she will come again tomorrow."

The smile on Mingxiluo's face faded, and he restrained his leisure, with the emperor's majesty that never faded.

The guards were immediately under greater pressure, but—

"It's Lord Ming." Aunt Qin's voice came.

The guards were as if they were amnesty.

The coldness on Ming Xiluo's face dissipated a little: "Aunt Qin."

Aunt Qin immediately bowed and scolded Chang'an in her heart. It was useless: "See Lord Ming."

“No need to be polite.”

Aunt Qin stepped forward apologetically, full of guilt: "Sir, come to see the wife, I should open the door to greet you, but... the wife has guests today, which is really inconvenient for you."

Mingxiluo looked at her, and the little coldness that had just dissipated came back exponentially.

Aunt Qin also felt a little stressed: "Sir..."

“Get out of here.”

"grown ups……"

Mingxiluo's tone became cold: "It's not the first time she has a guest, she has fewer guests."

Aunt Qin...she thinks...

"You still think these people can stop me!"

When Aunt Qin heard this, she knelt down immediately and gritted her teeth: "Get out of the way."

Mingxiluo walked in with a cold face.

A dream of drunkenness is that there are the mountains and mountains under the colorful clothes, the back garden of Zhongguo Mansion is like a fairy, the dance clothes are like candlelight and wine, and the fairy music is elegant.

Di Lu was wearing a white moon-colored dress, and the long sword in his hand was like a song. In the candlelight, it looked like a sword in a drunken dream pool, which made people fascinated.

Lin Wujing leaned against the pillar and looked at the sword dancing below.

Xiang Xinci leaned on the soft collapse in the pavilion, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at the people on the flower table with a confused look, and forgot to attract wine for a moment.

The sound of the piano flows through the flowers, and the candlelight complements the lake and the moonlight in the sky. Good times, beautiful scenery and pleasant beauty.

Di Lu's sword dance became more and more sharp, as if he dispelled the confusing sun and broke the glitzy loyalty. He only threw himself in the pool of thousands of bones to hold on for a lifetime, not to please or to be remembered, but because the people on the pavilion wanted to watch him dance once, he was here, in the flesh forest, with dry bones, and smiled.

Xiang Xinci looked at him with a distracted look. There was no world behind him, only him pointed at the sword. He didn't realize his clarity.

Xiang Xinci suddenly stretched out his hand, not knowing whether he was enough to see the sharpness or waved.

The people below were like moths summoned, and their sword light was instantly restrained and flew towards the only light.

The pavilion, the beauty, the moonlight, Xiang Xinci turned over and placed him on the couch.

Lin Wujing was already standing outside the pavilion, layers of gauze fell slowly, the sound of silk and bamboo was long and pleasant, and the dance music was still circulating one song after another.

Xiang Xinci kissed him urgently.

Di Lu responded regardless of his recklessness, but after all, he was forced to leave. He was unwilling to give up, reluctant, and unwilling to do so in the warm response.

Di Lu untied her clothes.

Xiang Xinci took off her robe.

The sound of silk and bamboo is silence, and the water is gurgling...

"Emperor, Emperor--"

Lin Wujing's thoughts immediately came back to his senses, and he immediately looked at the palace lantern traveling far away not far away: "Madam, Madam, Madam..."

Song Zining ran over panting: "Commander, the emperor is here."

Lin Wujing immediately lifted the curtain and ran into the person on the couch and turned around immediately: "Madam, the emperor is here."

The snow-white lotus arms fell on the back of the scar-rocked muscles, and the voice was charming: "I'm here, come, what are you calling? Let him wait outside..." and then pressed down.

Lin Wujing's face was - hurriedly came out of the tent.

Jiao Ying and Joule looked at Commander Lin worriedly. Didn’t he stop his wife? He thought he couldn’t stop her, so he could only hope that the emperor would be used to it and pretend that he didn’t see it!

Lin Wujing took a deep breath and directly met the candlelight that was getting closer and closer: "Wei Chen Shen--"

Mincilo walked directly past him.

Seeing this, Lin Wujing hurriedly followed: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for your courage. What is your wife doing? The emperor may not want to see you. Why do you have to worry about it? It has passed and that person has changed. It is not worth it. Your future is promising."

Mingxiluo suddenly stopped.

Lin Wujing also stopped quickly, took a step back, and took a respectful hand.

"These words were said by Liang Gongxujiao."

No matter who told me: "Emperor... Everything I said is true, let alone the truth of the invisible eyes, so what if the emperor comes next time?"

What a saying, "I don't see you," Ming Xiluo snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and walked in.

Seeing that Lin Wujing couldn't stop him, he followed again: "Master, Madam asked you to wait outside-"

Jiao Ying stopped the piano immediately.

Joule and Jiao Ying knelt down at the same time.

The gauze curtain floated, and only the sound of silk and bamboo music below came, and the sound in the pavilion became clearer and clearer.

Aunt Qin stopped and also knelt on the ground.

Changfu couldn't believe his ears, and as the people around him slowly knelt down, he also knelt down in a daze.

Ming Xiluo's face was pale, and he held his right hand tightly. His tense emotions and murderous intent made the blood in his hand disappear, and a strong smell of blood filled him.

Lin Wujing's spirits suddenly became tense.

Aunt Qin suddenly felt something was wrong, she felt that something was wrong, and she felt that something bad was about to happen. Although Lord Ming was angry in the past, it seemed...

Aunt Qin looked around blankly.
Chapter completed!