Feeling the closeness of his predecessors, Leng Mengqing had nowhere to dodge, and his back spine became tense instantly.

The emperor held the woman's neck with his hand, sniffed her thin white neck, and smelled her smell and became hot.

I just felt that although she was born beautiful, she was not considered top-notch. Some of the palaces were brighter and more beautiful than her. However, this woman was unwilling to be humiliated. She stared at her own eyes and inexplicably attracted his heart. When she saw it, she wanted to remove her and throw it onto the dragon bed to humiliate her.

He strangled her waist with one hand to prevent her from resisting, and he leaned into her collar with the other hand to play with her. Leng Mengqing's cheeks turned red, and she had never suffered such a shame before.

She knew that the emperor was only interested in her for a moment, and she abandoned her shoes when she got tired of playing. Naturally, she did not want to be the emperor's plaything, but how could she provoke such a person?

If she had no worries, she would have no worries about her. However, the emperor was tough and even threatened his relatives with his own life. It would be difficult for a woman with a humble status and involuntarily not to bow to the powerful.

He tortured slowly on his hands, and taught her that she was so humiliated that she was almost bleeding from her eyes.

The emperor looked at the woman who was surrounded by him. Seeing her shameful eyes staring ahead, and being unscrupulously made her feel confused by being tricked by herself, a great joy arose in her heart.

I felt that those pretty men were obediently lying on the dragon bed with their breasts exposed, which was boring. He was born superior to others, and later became emperors. He was used to being able to get it. He was too easy to get it and was almost obsessed with things that he could not get, and was addicted to the pleasure of conquest.

He didn't care whether he was obsessed with this person or enjoyed this newness that he had never felt before. He thrust his body suddenly and hugged the woman in front of him.

Suddenly losing the center of gravity, Leng Mengqing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he wrapped his hands around his shoulders in a hurry to stabilize his body and not fall down.

The sandalwood scattered all over the room made people dizzy, and two figures fell onto the soft bed, fighting to take off their clothes.

The curtains of the bed were floating, and the hopeless sobs were quickly dispersed by the lingering smoke, and the figures swayed, making a beautiful scene.

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Mu Yuan, who had just stepped out of the palace gate, stopped the enthusiastic voice behind him. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in court uniform walking towards him, with smile patterns on the corners of his eyes flying above his eyebrows.

"Prince,"

The man jogged all the way with his clothes in his arms, and before he could breathe evenly, he began to flatter and slap his horse:

"The prince's jade burial in the abyss has not been seen for many days. He is becoming more and more beautiful and has become more and more radiant."

After talking nonsense for a few words, Mu Yuan finally remembered who he was, his official rank was mediocre. He couldn't name him, but only remembered the official's surname Liu.

Because he had a good relationship with Liu Yuanwai's eldest son when he was a child, he often went to Liu's house to play, but he was just a little fun when he was a child. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that he had a close relationship with the Liu family.

Children are simple in their minds and have no idea about the world where adults are intriguing. It is inevitable that some court officials take advantage of the innocence of the children and take the opportunity to win over their relationship.

Mu Yuan exchanged a few symbolic greetings, thinking that it would be fine if he was casual and perfunctory. However, Mr. Liu stood in front of him like a doorman, with a smile on his face, and was still enthusiastic about him, not knowing what he was selling in the gourd.

"I heard that the prince had just returned from the border and had a difficult journey, but I asked the prince to have a cup of tea in the Liu Mansion. I wonder if the prince could appreciate his face?"

I really understand his hardships, so I should let him go home early to rest. What kind of tea should I drink?

Mu Yuan complained in his heart, and saw that the other party had a warm face but was inconvenient to refuse, so he said:

"Then I'll have to take the lead."

As if he had prepared, the servants of the Liu Mansion presented valuable white porcelain tea sets to the table, and the best Longjing was served in the inner room to entertain Mu Yuan, the distinguished guest.

However, the latter is not interested in tea and has no nose that is very sensitive to the aroma of tea. It saves the pretentious interest and drinks it like bitter white water.

Mu Yuan was sitting in the Liu family's residence at this moment, but suddenly he thought of the scene of talking to Admiral Lei in the military camp.

I originally wanted to ask for advice on this kind of style in the officialdom, and learn how these old fried dough sticks who are well versed in human relationships and worldly ways can always be good at everything. I really realized that I was really not the material.

Looking at Mr. Liu's polite face, I really wanted to slap him on the face. I felt that people really had to identify the field they were good at. They didn't have a versatile heart. There was no need to force themselves to become a shrewd person, and they would be unhappy.

However, Mr. Liu did not seem to see Mu Yuan's drowsy expression on his face. He thought he was very close to chatting with the other party. After talking about politics and astronomy, he said:

"Although I am a civil servant, I know a little about military affairs. Today I am lucky to discuss with the prince."

In Mu Yuan's eyes, he was completely fartful. After hearing his contempt, Mu Yuan patiently listened to him talking about his own opinions, and he could already drink the tea in the cup.

At this time, Mr. Liu turned his eyes and suddenly ordered:

"Gong'er, why don't you come and add tea to the prince."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman carrying a teapot came out from behind the screen, with her face covered with powder, wearing gold and silver, and dressed in a colorful manner.

"This is the little girl Liu Rong," the man held the handle on the chair with one hand, smiling and pleated.

"I haven't seen the prince yet."

Only then did Mu Yuan realize that Mr. Liu invited him to the mansion for tea, and it turned out that he wanted to introduce his daughter to him.

However, the one in his family was not worried enough, and he was not interested in recruiting three wives and four concubines. Mu Yuan looked stingy and fell on the other party, putting the empty cup on the table, waiting for her to fill the porcelain cup without squinting.

The attitude is all indifferent. The daughter of the Liu family obviously knows that the man in front of him has no interest in him. Although he is very pleased with him, he is also a lady from a wealthy family who knows how to respect and love himself. She doesn't want to both make people unhappy and embarrass her eyes.

Liu Jing didn't say much nonsense, and after pouring the tea, he turned around and walked away. Before leaving, he gave his old father a look of his heart but not enough strength.

Mr. Liu couldn't help but sigh in secret after getting his daughter's hint, and failed to sell his daughter to the prince. His emotions were obviously not as high as before. Despite this, his superficial politeness still achieved a beginning and an end.

They chatted and smiled all the way and saw the guests out. The two of them walked around the lotus pond, but they saw that Mu Yuan had a sudden gloom in his eyes and his feet stopped.

Mr. Liu was puzzled and looked at him, and saw the prince's eyes passing through the long pavilion. He was staring at the painting he used to decorate the pavilion.

Seeing Mu Yuan's focused expression, Liu Yuanwai didn't know what he was thinking, but he still smiled and complimented:

"The prince should have recognized the beads with a wise eye. This painting was written by the painting immortal "Mr. Mo".

Mu Yuan couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Who?"

Mr. Liu cleared his throat and was about to talk to Mu Yuan about the romantic affairs of "Mr. Mo" he heard of, but before he could even leave, he saw the people beside him, he walked towards the pavilion quickly.

Mu Yuan's footsteps were windy, and Mr. Liu was jogging with his clothes and trotted to keep up. He looked at Mu Yuan's increasingly ugly face, thinking that Mr. Mo was afraid that this was not the prince's revenge?

In Mu Yuan's cold eyes, the woman leaning against the back of the chair and still sleeping on the scroll is not the princess who is not worry-free?

At first glance, the painting looks 70 or 80% similar to the real person, and he can see it at a glance.

When I walked in and looked at Mu Yuan, I became more convinced. It was not that he made things out of nothing. The woman in the painting looked like Zhao Weiran and her clothes were exactly the same!

When he escaped from the border, what exactly was Zhao Weiran doing?

It was actually drawn by someone while sleeping, and even sold and transferred to the court officials!

What is her relationship with this painting?! How many portraits of her are there?

It would be fine if this person doesn’t worry about it after losing his memory, but he didn’t expect that he could be so sad!

He felt as if there was a hat on his head out of thin air, and he clenched the iron fist under his cuffs, and barely held it back to his anger.

"How much silver did this painter buy it?"

Before Mr. Liu could make a sound, he heard Mu Yuan bit his back teeth and said:

"I bought it three times the price!"

I just felt that the prince's eyes were not about buying paintings, but about killing people. Mr. Liu had never seen such a ruthless gaze for so long, so he immediately scared the mute.

Mu Yuan didn't say anything nonsense, threw his purse on the table, pulled off the painting and rolled it away.

Mr. Liu is a gentle and polite literati. I don’t know that military generals are so moody. They will easily show a murderous aura, so shocked that they dare not show up. They watched the other party’s aggressive back gradually moving away.

Mu Yuan returned to the palace with anger and went straight to the arsenal to get the knife. He was angry and decided to let the courageous painter split his head and body immediately!

Just as the servants in the mansion knocked on the door at this time, they were furious when they saw the prince so angry, and said with fear that a young man named Lu was looking for him outside the mansion.

Mu Yuan calmed down a little later, remembering that the other party should be the emperor who told him to introduce him to his miracle doctor.

Naturally, the people invited by the emperor could not be neglected. Although he was furious, he had to calm down for the moment, hung up the Shengjun sword he was holding in his hand, and temporarily put this bad thing aside.

Mu Yuan adjusted his emotions, making his face look less scary, and then went out with the official family.

Outside the mansion, this young man with a medicine box cross-body must be a doctor.

Mu Yuan originally thought that this person should be an old man with white hair and beard, but he didn't want him to be so young and handsome. He was dressed in white and was in a beautiful manner. He didn't look like a doctor, but rather like a handsome nobleman.

And this man named Lu Wei, the son of Lu Zeyu, who was mentioned by Lei Zi'an, lived up to his father's business and inherited his father's business after his father's death.

Lu Wei has a tough facial features, a steady temperament, a strict but not rigid style, and his every move exudes a stellar aura. Because he is talented and clear, he never acts inferior, which makes him look a little arrogant in the eyes of outsiders.

When he visited the Prince's Mansion, he even avoided the bow and salute. Lu Wei walked in with great strides, even walked past Mu Yuan without looking sideways, and headed straight to the hall.

He and Mu Yuan seem to be not talkative people, and the latter doesn't care that the other party is not etiquette. They just think that this person is here to cure his illness and can cure his illness. They do not value the level clearly like the powerful and wealthy in the officialdom.

Lu Wei took the pulse and prescribed medicine for the patient. The whole process was quiet and taciturn. His eyes, who were used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, were not at all turbulent.

His hands were thin and slender, but it seemed to contain the magical power of rejuvenating the wonderful hands. After tying the knuckles at the acupoints a few times, Mu Yuan felt the tingling sensation on his waist and back dissipated instantly, and after a few needles, he felt refreshed.

Lu Wei threw the written medicine list on the table and was about to go home. He was only responsible for treating the doctor and prescription of medicine, and was not responsible for supervising the patient to take medicine and rest on time. From beginning to end, you would like to treat the disease and not take medicine. He did his duty as a doctor, and he would not care about anything else.

However, the injuries that Mu Yuan had been injured over the years were not cured, so he needed to cooperate with acupuncture. The next day, he had to come to the palace to give him a few more acupunctures.

Dr. Lu quickly packed the medicine box, and without a polite word of farewell, he turned around and left the palace. He came and went as fast as thunder.

Mu Yuan did not take this decisive Lu Wei to heart. He felt that his illness was relieved by half, and his mood was much better. He was even about to forget the mess that made him angry before.

Until I saw the scroll that was thrown aside by him, my anger surged in my heart again, and just as I saw the figure of a woman outside the door flashing by.
Chapter completed!