MTL - The Lover’s Prattle-Chapter 31 General Slag (2)

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He Weiwen saw in the study in the evening the man he had sent to teach her the rules. The old ladies in the four palaces, who were originally in good health, are now in a circle.

Dressed in gold, like a costume of Lafayette.

It seems to be going well. More than good, it should be very good.

Seeing him saluting, he sat behind the desk with his hands half up, and the four uncles stood up.

He hadn't asked before, and he had started to say that she was good. The four people cooperated seamlessly and there was no pause at all. They were arranged better than the opera, and they didn't give anyone a chance from the beginning to the end.

For almost a moment of fragrant incense, four people stopped talking, and some of the beautiful adjectives in the world were on her, boasting that there was nothing in the sky.

He Weiwen lifted the tea cup, and the tea cap lightly dialed the clear tea. These few crickets, the last time I saw him, crippled, he raised his hand to take a tea cup and was frightened, ready to kneel at any time. Look.

But half a month, how do you look like this now?

He Weiwen took two sips of tea, leaned back, raised his head slightly, and waved his hands. The dark guard in the study flew down without giving the four crickets a chance to scream. Already.

The four puppets were brought by Qingqing Cheng, who was standing next to him. These four puppets were taken down. He Weiwen beckoned him to speak.

He lowered the tea cup, put his elbow on the arm of the chair, leaned his head on his head, and knocked the table twice with one hand bent.

Wu Qingcheng tightened his body and tightened his nerves, listening to his gentle tone of casual tone, "Qing Cheng, otherwise your sister wouldn't care about it, she would be easily aggrieved when she entered the palace."

Wu Qingcheng lowered his head and looked at the sparkling Moyu tiles that seemed to reflect on the ground. "On the order of the general."

He Weiwen smiled slightly and teased a little, "This grace was asked by your father to come to the grandfather in person, and his elders who were almost sixty, kneeled at the grandfather three times, and the grandfather thought about his sincerity. Why, you are at home Didn't ask your sister's wishes first? "

Wu Qingcheng's expression was stiff and he did not dare to lie in front of him. He changed a slightly euphemism saying, "Qing Ruo has listened to his parents since he was a child, but this time he hasn't thought about it, it's wayward."

"Willful?" He Weiwen murmured, his voice very soft, only sliding to the lips without vomiting. Qi Qing Chengyin heard him talking, but he didn't really listen and didn't say anything.

The four crickets used their sentences in the general's execution room. When they came, they were all shaken. When they went back, they had more air and less air. He Weiwen provided three carriages, plus one when he came. The car went back.

He Weiwen personally went to the door to arrange a carriage. The four crickets who had soured consciousness but couldn't pass out heard the gentle voice from far and near, and finally passed out.

Qi Qing inherited the Qi government, and arranged for Xiao Xi to directly lift the four fainted pheasants to Qing Ruo's yard. The blood of the four people dripped all the way from the door to Qing Ruo's yard. The tragic state was frightened, stumbled, and the blood was soaring along the way.

The girl-in-laws in the house all turned pale and avoided.

Wu Qingcheng arranged a guard to surround Qingruo's yard, holding his sword in his waist and entering the yard.

She sat on the doorstep, on the steps of the main house, and changed into a red dress with red flowers on her forehead.

Seeing him come over and smiled, his smile was beautiful and real.

"Brother, I stayed at my grandfather's house until I was twelve years old. Just two years after my return, you and your father have booked a relationship with me, married the emperor, and will become the mother of a country."

Wu Qingcheng stopped. He was in the barracks all year round, and he rarely saw her occasionally when he returned home. His father said that she was perverse and violent without everyone's good looks.

The mother said that she didn't study well at her grandfather's house. The female red wouldn't, the female ring wouldn't look at her, she would do evil all day long, and she was far from several sisters and sisters.

Therefore, his father asked He Weiwen to ask for grace to marry her.

The two sat and stood one by one, with steps in the middle. The steps were all the blood stains that had just been lifted up. She was sitting on the steps and the skirts were stained a lot, but the skirt was bright red. Didn't look closely so I didn't find out.

Qing Ruo stood up, lowered her head slightly to organize her skirt, and carried out her work carefully and carefully.

"Yi Qingcheng, you guess, after he succeeded in usurping, what position will he be given to you, the vice general who sold his sister?"

Tong Qing's hand holding the hilt of the sword was violently cramped, his forehead was also tense, and his teeth were gritted and his mouth was eerie. "Xi Qingruo, evil comes out of the mouth."

Qing Ruo smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Dare you tell anyone?" Curiously asked him, like a child who was ignorant and simple.

Turning away, he waved his hand at him, and the back almost brought out the feeling of autumn wind, "I don't want to marry, now I look at you, brother!"

She doesn't want to marry? Wu Qingcheng watched her back disappear and twitched. Turned and left the yard, "Keep the yard."

The corrections he was looking for on the father's side were already on his way, and he would arrive tomorrow. But the famous corrections in Shu land was fiercer and stricter than those in the palace.

It really isn't working, Tong Qing accepted his lips and thought of the method he had discussed with his father before. Feed some medicine and feed the fool. Fool is better. She doesn't need her clever help, as long as she can control it.

In short, the candidate sent by He Weiwen, the little emperor now can not bear and dare not give up He Weiwen's face.

This world is actually under the control of He Weiwen. The natural disaster in Jiangnan a year ago gave him a good chance, and the queen mother family now has no possibility to oppose him. What He Weiwen wants now is just a proper opportunity and a proper reason to make everything logical.

The throne was already in He Weiwen's pocket. I missed this time, and the next chance to be able to catch He Weiwen completely is unknown.

Hey, do n’t bet.

He Weiwen did not expect to meet someone who should have been under house arrest.

The subordinates came to sue, and if Qing Qing sneaked into the General's Mansion, he did not know where the destination was, but now it seems that he cannot find the way and is spinning around the courtyard. Please show He Weiwen what to do.

How to deal with it? He Weiwen gave Wu Qing a label of incompetence, and smiled softly, "lead to the execution room."

The general's execution room has always been a sacred place for officials of Dali Temple to study.

When He Weiwen came in, she was standing with her back to the facade against the wall of the execution room.

The general's execution room is brightly lit, surrounded by candlelight, clean and tidy, everything is arranged neatly, without any blood stains or filth. If you ignore the strong and disgusting blood smell in the air, it is really like a room waiting to be placed Furnished new house.

The window above the execution room was open, and the cold moonlight poured in, mixed with the warm candlelight inside, mixed into a lukewarm color, and caged on He Weiwen, who came stepping forward.

There was a saluting salutation around him. If Qing turned back, he gradually walked out of the place where the moonlight could shine, and his body was gradually colored with warm candlelight, just like his gentle face.

Qing Ruo's hands were tightly behind her back, her arms were shaking. She was wearing night clothes, with a black cloth on her face to cover her pale, tight lips, only a pair of eyes, and the black skin on the exposed white skin Zha Liang.

He Weiwen smiled slightly and gave her a polite gesture, thoughtful and proper, Wenrun, "Ms. Xun, are you lost?"

He asked lightly, just like the green embroidered bamboo on his pale cyan clothes, elegant and expensive.

If Qing Qing bit her lip several times before she opened her mouth, her voice was trembling, but her voice was arrogant and arrogant. Her tone even brought an order, "He Weiwen! I don't want to marry the emperor, you cancel this marriage contract."

He Weiwen? For a long time, no one called him by name like this, and even took the tone of command.

The queen mother-in-law wants to strip him from the ground to eat flesh, but she still has to show respect to him.

He Weiwen's tongue reached the root of his teeth, and there was a brutal and brutal murderous intent in his heart, and his face was more and more gentle. "Oh? Isn't it good to be a queen? The emperor will treat you well."

"Well." Across the black cloth, she heard the rubbing sound of the cloth, pulling an echo in the empty cell.

When Qing Ruo was led into the cell, she hid in the secret. Just after the execution had ended, three people, or three meats, should no longer be called humans.

He Weiwen was really sympathetic to the four concubines.

Less than a scent of incense, the people in the execution room had cleaned up the blood and meat. They looked indifferent. The brush in their hands was not like brushing blood. The arms were strong and skilled, like cleaning in the inn once a day. health.

Qing Ruo swallowed slightly, her eyes were still a little scared, and she still had a thick, self-centered, hands behind her, twisting the cloth of her clothes behind her tightly. .

This action seemed to give her courage. She spoke, her voice was firm and loud, and every word was spit plain and clear. "You have given the emperor a long-term medicine, you want the throne, I just give it Go to the cannon fodder. Is he good for me? "

He Weiwen didn't answer her, and glanced at his subordinates. He immediately lifted a chair over there. He had an exclusive seat in the execution room.

The two subordinates carefully lifted him behind him, the movement of setting the chair was very light, and the heavy chair fell to the ground without any sound.

Qing Ruo stared at the dragon pattern carved on the chair, widened his eyes, raised his fingers and looked excited, "You ... you ..." You haven't said a complete sentence for a long time, I don't know if I was scared of aphasia or There is no adjective.

He Weiwen took the tea handed over from his subordinates, raised it on the palm of his hand and motioned to her, "Do you need tea? Miss Yun."

Qing Ruo turned his eyes from the dragon pattern to his cheek, and turned to the tea cup on his hand, then looked at him, exhaling, "Yes, but also a chair. Why should I stand and drink tea?"

Asked rightfully.

He Weiwen motioned to her subordinates to lift her a cup of tea. Suddenly she took a sigh of relief with a headache, and lowered her head to drink tea and covered it.

Suddenly I felt a little depressed. Was such a fool's family asking her to be the queen, wasn't she really sarcastic on purpose?

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Really

Somehow.

Stupid ... not wanting to describe it.

—— [Black Box]