And the man with disheveled hair holding his legs is the unlucky prince who was temporarily defeated in the fight between the two tigers, the current King of Han Xie Mengxia.
She opened her mouth. This scene was too weird. The King of Han was lustful and everyone knew it. Could it be that she shook her head and saw something she shouldn't have seen. She wouldn't be silenced.
She couldn't help but glance at those legs a few more times. It had to be said that those legs were so long and straight that they could be called legs from the neck down. They could make a supermodel angry to death.
She couldn't help but wonder how she could hold it back in the first place.
Leng Linjiang reacted very quickly. He twitched the corner of his mouth, rushed to Han Changmu, took off his cloak and tied it around his waist to cover his tempting legs. He then helped King Han up and bowed deeply: "Your Highness , I heard that some young people were causing trouble in Pingkangfang, so I rushed over and disturbed His Highness, and I asked Your Highness to forgive me."
Yao Yao also came to her senses. This situation was not suitable for her to stay in. Her life would be in jeopardy if she stayed there for too long. She hurriedly followed the government servants and dispersed, guarding both ends of the winding alley, strictly prohibiting any other people from approaching.
Xie Mengxia held Leng Linjiang's hand and stood firm, and said in shock: "What are you doing, cousin? Why are you so polite to me? It's okay, it's okay. It's so late, hasn't my cousin decided yet?"
Leng Linjiang pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, feeling very painful: "Yes, we are ready to go back now. Your Highness, I will order someone to take you back to the palace."
Xie Mengxia nodded and turned to look at Han Changmu, who had a dead face. He took off his pants. Although he didn't mean it, he couldn't show it at all. If Han Changmu wiped his neck because of this, wouldn't it be his fault? He patted Han Changmu's shoulder soothingly and said apologetically: "Jiu Chao, I can't forgive you for what happened today. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will set a table for you to calm your shock. I'm sorry, but you can You must not hold a grudge against me because of this matter."
Revenge, this is definitely revenge. In the Lone Bamboo Pavilion, he interfered with King Han's good deeds. King Han deliberately took off his pants and made him look embarrassed.
Han Changmu became angry because of embarrassment, but he didn't want to get angry on the spot. He suppressed his anger and almost suffered internal injuries: "Your Highness is worried too much, which has offended me. I will never dare to bear grudges to Your Highness. There is no need to drink. I am not good at drinking." ."
It’s not that you don’t know how to hold grudges, but you don’t dare to hold grudges, and you don’t dare to talk about them blatantly, but you can keep them in your heart silently, and when the time comes, you can stab someone in the back to vent your anger.
Xie Mengxia's cheeks twitched. He knew Han Changmu's nature very well. He was famous for his vengeance.
He choked for a moment, and his attitude became more amiable: "Farewell, cousin, I sincerely feel sorry for you. You, like Yun Gui, are both my cousins. I treat you with the same heart." it's the same."
Han Changmu glanced at the King of Han: "Your Highness, how can I compare with Leng Shaoyin? Leng Shaoyin is a blood relative of Your Highness, and I am just a distant relative. Your Highness must not say it is a joke. I will be interrogated tonight. If nothing happens to Your Highness, I will I’ll take my leave first.”
Xie Mengxia also felt that there was nothing he could do to deal with such a helpless person. He had nothing to say, so he could only nodded politely: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Master Han."
Han Changmu didn't even look at Leng Linjiang. He called out to the many guards who were watching the excitement, lifted Hu Ji and others with numb limbs, and turned around to walk towards the gate.
"Hey, hey." Xie Mengxia shouted from behind: "Major Ambassador Han, um, those three Hu Ji, after the interrogation, please send them back to me intact."
Han Changmu paused without looking back or saying anything.
The King of Han had stripped off her pants, and she wanted him to send the beauty to the East Palace. What were she thinking? She had been sent, and the King of Han dared to take it. He was eager to fill the beauty with poison, poisoning whoever was unlucky.
Yao Yao watched Han Changmu approach, walk past her, and then walk away. She didn't look away, her two long legs kept swinging in front of her eyes, and her ears felt a little warm.
It's over, she won't be able to look directly at Han Changmu anymore. The journey to Yumen Pass will be torture to death.
This wing room is not big. The green brick floor has been polished over the years. A spacious and semi-old bed is placed against the wall. The dark old wood is covered with a thin felt blanket.
Han Changmu sat on the bed with his legs propped up, holding a scroll in one hand and holding his knees in the other. In the middle of the night, the lights were a little dim. He was not sleepy at all, but he was energetic and angry.
The person I wanted to catch was caught, and the things I wanted to ask were asked, but the person I didn’t want to lose was also left in Pingkangfang, and was seen by so many people.
It is said that the government officials in Jingzhao Mansion are all big-mouthed, especially Leng Linjiang and Yao Yao, who are the best among the big-mouthed people.
As soon as dawn breaks tomorrow, the news that he had his pants taken off by the King of Han will spread throughout Chang'an City.
Face, dignity, all gone.
Han Changmu jumped out of bed like a carp. Since he wanted to leave, why not leave early to avoid the unpleasant rumors.
Besides, there was no shortage of rumors in Chang'an city, and one would change every three to five days. A few months later, when he came back from Yumen Pass, the current rumors were already gone and not worth mentioning.
After thinking about this matter, Han Changmu simply stopped sleeping, packed up his luggage neatly, and sent an inner guard to Jingzhao Mansion to deliver a letter to Yao Yao.
Han Changmu took a sip of tea and his face darkened.
What happened tonight was not only embarrassing that the King of Han had taken off his pants, but also very strange.
Half a month ago, the inner guard came to report that the King of Han had disguised himself and took Zheyun and several guards out of the city. Following them, they found that the King of Han and his party were taking the official road to Yumen Pass.
When he heard the news, Han Changmu was still very curious. He didn't know what the king of Han was so excited about. He was going to visit the Western Regions. Could it be that he wanted to buy some orchids back?
Han Changmu rubbed his eyebrows.
The King of Han left the city and there was no news of his return. So, where did the King of Han appear at night?
Of these two Han kings, one must be true and the other false. He could see clearly that the Han king at night was undoubtedly real, so the Han king who left the city must be a fake.
Who sent this fake King of Han, and what was he sent to do?
Han Changmu rubbed his brows in distress and ordered an inner guard to keep an eye on the East Palace.
When Yao Yao received the letter, the bed was covered with goose feathers, which were white and soft, as if it had snowed heavily.
The seal on the wax ball was intact. Yao Yao squeezed it hard and the wax ball broke into pieces. On a small piece of paper, two words were written: Tomorrow morning.
She wailed, and threw her back on a large piece of goose feathers, which flew up.
How could it be so early? Revenge must be revenge. Today she saw how embarrassed he was and he wanted to start torturing her early.
He is such a mean person who will always retaliate, and he cannot survive this life.
Yao Yao burned the letter paper and packed the goose feathers tightly. It seemed that he couldn't finish all the goose feathers before leaving, so he could only keep them for packing on the way.
She checked her packed luggage again according to the list she had already made.
In the morning mist, the rolling Qilian Mountains are connected with the sky. Dark green, light green, golden and snow-white colors are all melted into the morning mist, and the colorful colors are stained with wet moisture.
A group of convoys meandered forward along the mountain road that had been trampled by countless people before them. The rutting sound was very loud, like thunder, exploding in the quiet mountain.
There was a dark shadow flashing across the Qilian Mountains, like a beast or a human being.
The convoy carried a lot of cargo and was not moving very fast. The guards were not very alert and did not notice anything strange in the mountains.
Dozens of people were hidden in the dense forest, including some with beards and some with men. Their strong figures were hidden by the weeds that were half a person tall.
These people's eyes were all following the motorcade, and they paid attention to it for a long time. Some of them, who were not strong enough, started to slur their mouths and drooled.
It's not that they haven't seen the world before, it's that the world in front of them is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Three large carts with a straight roof decorated with soft gold and mud, dozens of nanmu boxes and cages half as tall as a man, and fierce guards with swords.
This is the high-end configuration of Big Fat Sheep.
The boy with the most drool wiped his mouth, walked up to the leading man, and said in a low voice: "Master, do you want to do it?"
The leader of this group of people hiding in the forest was a one-eyed man in his forties. One eye was covered with a black cloth, and the other eye had a sharp and vicious look, much like a vulture.
He did not speak. Instead, he turned to look at the gentleman next to him and asked politely: "Second brother, when do you want to take action?"
It seems that this elegant husband is the second in charge of this group of people. He has a high nose and deep eyes like a barbarian, but his lips and chin are like a Han. His pupils are light in color, and his eyes are firm and deep. He looks ten years younger than the first in charge. Many years old.
If the first boss is a fierce and aggressive vulture, then the second boss is a cunning goshawk.
The second-in-command clenched his fists and said, "Let's do it. After finishing this job, the boys can spend the winter in peace."
The leader waved his hand, and the people behind him descended the mountain like tigers, cheering and surrounding the convoy.
The guard holding the knife was caught off guard, and started to fight outside the convoy in a panic.
The drooling boy came out more and more, and slammed the rusty sword on the ground. The dust he threw up made him cough: "Hey, I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to live your life from now on, ..."
That's it, I forgot the words.
"Keep the money to buy the road." Before the boy could think of the words, the driver of the cart swung his whip and answered with a smile.
The boss slapped the boy hard on the back of the head and cursed: "You worthless thing, you can't even memorize these words, you just eat it, what's the use of you."
The bandits who were watching all lowered their heads in shame.
He was pretty good, at least he could memorize three sentences, but if it were them, they wouldn't be able to recognize all the words.
The boss held a big knife, pointed at the coachman and yelled: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to survive, hand over all the gold and silver on your body."
It was windy in the mountains, and a gust of wind blew over and overturned the coachman's bamboo hat, revealing a persimmon face, which was Zheyun's persimmon face.
