Chapter 340: Attacking the Empress
Chapter 340: Attacking the Empress
Okay, okay... Zhao Duan subconsciously wanted to nod, to show that he was willing to follow the advice.
But the empress didn't need to look back to know the dirty thoughts in this guy's mind, and added:
"The Warm Hall is yours tonight, so don't cross the line."
As she spoke, the graceful female emperor took a step forward on the soft carpet, and lightly passed through the curtain that separated the "bedroom" and the "living room" and entered the bedroom inside.
When the curtain was lifted, the faint fragrance from the animal-shaped purple gold incense burner in the bedroom poured out from the inner room.
"It smells so good..."
This thought surged uncontrollably in his mind, and then Zhao Duan pitifully saw the empress's back disappear behind the curtain.
The scene behind the curtain was very blurry, and only a vague silhouette of Xu Zhenguan could be seen walking to the dragon bed.
As if considering the presence of a man tonight, she did not take off her skirt. She simply turned off the candle and lay down on the bed with her clothes on, without making any sound.
"..."
Zhao Duan opened his mouth and sighed softly, he already understood what the empress meant.
Anyway, he still has some time before he "falls ill", and it's impossible for me to chat with him all the time, so I just leave him here to play by himself.
When the disease relapses, with the empress's cultivation, she can wake up immediately and solve the problem even if she is in a light sleep.
and so……
"Your Majesty? You're not saying this in a sarcastic way, are you? For example, when you say you're not allowed to cross the line, you're actually saying you can..."
Zhao Duan whispered tentatively, but the volume was normal when he first spoke, but it became as soft as a mosquito's whisper when he said the last sentence.
Xu Zhenguan ignored him.
"Your Majesty? How about I stay closer to you? I can sleep on the floor. The main thing is that if I lose my mind later, I will rush out of the bedroom and hurt the maids outside..."
Mr. Zhao blinked his eyes, stretched his neck and tried madly to test the edge of death.
"roll."
These words came from the other side of the curtain.
"..." Zhao Duan closed his mouth in disappointment.
He didn't dare to go any further, for fear that Zhenbao would be thrown away and that the old eunuch Eunuch Hai would watch him, which would turn joy into sorrow.
When you are in power, you must know when to stop.
Entering the bedroom was a small step for Zhao Da'an, but a big step for Zhao Er'an.
The night was dark and it was already the second half of the night. The bedroom seemed to be divided into two worlds of yin and yang.
There was no light in the bedroom, only moonlight shining in through the window, making it seem a little cold.
The lights in the warm room are bright.
The soundproofing of this bedroom was very good. Zhao Duan could not hear any movement of the palace maids outside the door. He didn't know whether they had left or not. He couldn't even hear the chirping of insects at night.
He sat cross-legged at the coffee table, eating and drinking to kill time, his thoughts wandering aimlessly.
"Well, I don't know if the plan to close in on the Kuangfu Society has been completed. Gongshu Tianyuan will go to each of them one by one according to the intelligence he has obtained. Even if some of them slip through the net and escape, it shouldn't be a problem to destroy the rebel branch after tonight... This matter is not over yet, and I have to finish it myself..."
"Zhuang Laodeng, Zhuang Laodeng, I can't find you for the time being, so I'll seize one of your branches to collect interest. We'll wait and see, I'll take revenge from morning till night, the original revenge is not over yet."
"From what Zhenbao said, he intends to let me go when the 'Business Conference' is held in Hu Ting? It's a bit dangerous, but if I go, can I meet Prince Jing? By the way, I have arranged people there. The concubine that the young cabinet elder forced to marry was given the choice of becoming an imperial merchant. I wonder how she is doing there..."
Zhao Duan lay on the floor of the warm room with his arms and legs spread out, his hands behind his head, staring at the dragon relief on the ceiling.
Sigh.
Outside there are the Eight Kings, the Kuangfu Society, and three major evil sorcerer organizations.
Inside is the aristocratic group represented by Li Yanfu, and the Shenlong Temple with a complicated internal situation.
By the way, there are also the generals appointed during the old emperor’s reign who guard the borders, such as the Duke of Zhenguo Tang Daren in the west, the border general Zhao Shixiong in the southwest, and so on... they are also hidden dangers.
This does not even include the Buddhist ancestral temple in the Western Regions. There are also the foreign races in the southwest, such as the Liao people, and other restless factors that are said to frequently clash with the border troops of Dayu.
A rough count with fingers revealed that Zhenbao's enemies were numerous.
I really don’t know how a woman like her managed to survive these three years... Zhao Duan turned his head and followed the pattern of the carpet, extending his gaze to inside the curtain.
A corner of the dragon bed could be vaguely seen, and Xu Zhenguan's long hair was shining green in the moonlight.
"Why bother coming here? If I had this kind of cultivation, I would have run away long ago and wandered around the world. Wouldn't that be a happy life? Why should I carry the huge country of Yu on my shoulders? Concubine Yu... Concubine Yu... Hehe, bah, think about something serious!"
Zhao Duan's thoughts were in flux in his mind, and gradually, he felt sleepy.
He had been toiling all night and now, now that he was full and satisfied, his eyelids were slowly closing.
In the two rooms, one bright and one dark, the only sounds were the gentle breathing of the man and woman.
About half an hour later, Zhao Duan, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly began to turn red and his breathing became heavy.
Under his skin, the light blue blood vessels bulged up, making him look a little hideous.
Sudden.
His closed eyelids suddenly opened!
But in his eyes, there was pure black energy surging. He sat up straight, and his handsome face was shrouded in evil spirit.
At this moment, the power of the elixir was finally unable to suppress his desire. Zhao Duan stood up in a daze, filled with all kinds of emotions.
"Chichi..."
"Sizzle..." Zhao Duan felt the burning heat again.
He subconsciously hooked his fingers and began to tear off the clothes outside his chest. Soon, the clothes became tattered and his strong chest was scratched with bloody marks.
"Huchi..."
"Huchi..."
Zhao Duan was breathing heavily, his nostrils twitching rapidly, as if he smelled some scent that aroused his lust.
He turned slowly, stared at the curtain-like drape beside him, and driven by instinct, he walked straight towards it step by step.
The moment he passed through the curtain, he stepped from light into darkness. In the bedroom shrouded only by moonlight, Zhao Duan approached the dragon bed step by step.
On the bed, the empress lay on her side with her legs slightly bent and her delicate bare feet exposed to the air.
Her long black hair was casually spread on the bright yellow pillow. On the outward side, along the slightly open white neck, downward, was the slender back and the perfect curve that suddenly rose.
"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."
Zhao Duan's eyes turned green as if in response to the stress. He lowered his legs, put his feet on the ground, and made a pouncing gesture.
It was as if she had degenerated into a wild beast that acted on instinct, and all she wanted was to tear off the gauze skirt that was in the way.
On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was in a light sleep, suddenly opened her eyes and heard a strong wind coming from behind her. A cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Snapped!"
In the dark room, a string of golden lines appeared out of thin air.
Zhao Duan, who had already jumped high and rushed over to grab the dragon bed, was hit hard in mid-air, as if he was lashed by an invisible whip.
With a scream, he flew backwards like a cannonball, fell out of the curtain, rolled several times on the ground, and hit the coffee table with a bang, leaving a bloody wound on his forehead.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment. He stayed still for a long while, then shook his head fiercely. He ignored the door leading to the outside, stood up again, and walked firmly behind the curtain.
"what--"
A few seconds later, it flew out for the second time and hit the coffee table with a bang. The cups and plates were in a mess and the teapot broke into two pieces.
After a while, Zhao Duan, who had recovered, got up for the third time, stumbled and walked firmly towards the curtain.
On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was still lying on his side and was too lazy to move from beginning to end, heard the approaching footsteps from the warm hall for the seventh time.
She finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Xu Zhenguan turned over and sat up with a huff, staring expressionlessly at Zhao, who was moving towards her with an evil look and a grin, and suddenly stood up in a very un-emperor-like manner.
He walked over a few steps, raised his long legs, and kicked hard:
"Go away! Are you going to let me sleep?"
……
……
same night.
Thousands of miles away from the capital, in a mass grave.
The moonlight shone on the earth, and suddenly a group of crows were startled in the mass grave, and they circled in the sky, making strange caws.
A sloppy man wrapped in a dark red robe, with half of his face covered by a scarf of the same color, his black hair loose, and a long sword made of copper coins on his back walked towards him from a distance.
As he walked, pieces of paper money fell from the air, but disappeared without a trace the moment they touched the ground.
The man with unkempt black hair walked through one grave after another and came to a new grave at the edge.
This grave is very new. There is no tombstone in front of the mound. There is only a dry branch inserted obliquely on the soil on the grave. A red rope is tied to the branch, and a copper coin is strung on the red rope.
The black-haired man sighed, bent down to pick up the copper coin, and muttered:
"It's not easy to earn money to buy a life."
As he spoke, the long sword made of copper coins behind him suddenly flew up and chopped in the air. In an instant, a cold wind blew!
The entire mass grave was shrouded in fog. In the fog, the path of the long sword suddenly split open, and a dark river could be vaguely seen, with white bones jumping out of the river from time to time.
"return!"
The man raised his hand and grabbed, and the dark "Yellow Spring" surged up, and an illusory rib was grabbed out by him.
The Yellow Spring seemed extremely angry, roaring as if it was about to burst out, and the sloppy man was so frightened that he hurriedly used the copper coin sword to chop again to eliminate the gap.
At the same time, the bones in his hand seemed to sense something, and they eagerly broke free from his palm and jumped into the new grave in front of him.
A moment.
The fog dissipated, all the strange phenomena disappeared, the soil of the new grave fell down, and a crack appeared in the middle.
An old Taoist priest wearing patched clothes and with a slightly three-dimensional appearance worked hard to prop up the coffin lid with his hands and back, pushed away the soil, and crawled out little by little.
"boom!"
After throwing the coffin on the ground, he had already built a tomb for himself here before going to Beijing, and found a fresh corpse similar to himself to bury it.
Guhuo Zhenren, who had forcibly torn off a large part of his soul and stuffed it into this body in an attempt to resurrect, fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and looked extremely weak.
"Tsk tsk, how did he die this time?" the sloppy man teased.
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