Yilan was stunned for a moment, Xie Fu had already kissed her lips...
"Queen Yilan, you are mine, and I do not allow the emperor to touch you."
Xie Fu's declaration of belonging made Yilan feel that he was a man, and she responded with a smile: "He has never touched me."
Xie Fu glanced at her and then said: "He is not allowed to touch you in the future."
Yi Lan was amused by his domineering behavior and smiled again: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare to touch me."
"In the past, you were the body of a Bodhisattva, and he couldn't touch you even if he wanted to. Now you have the prophecy, and you are a real woman. You are so beautiful, who wouldn't love you."
Yi Lan gave a direct answer: "I hate him. If he dares to touch me, I will die in front of him."
This... Xie Fu suddenly felt guilty for taking away someone's wife, and the one he took away was the emperor's wife.
Seeing that he was worried, Yi Lan explained softly: "Don't worry, he praised me as the queen because of my status as the auspicious goddess. As long as I am the queen of Daguan Kingdom, the tribes in the Western Regions will not dare to break their faith and raise armies in the east." invade."
Xie Fu was secretly shocked. He never thought that the identity of an auspicious goddess could compete with the various tribes in Anzhen in the Western Region. Will my doing this shake this stable structure.
It's just that there are so many people in the literary world, and there are very few people in the martial arts who have no background. When they have to survive the catastrophe in the martial arts, they usually leave it to fate.
In other words, the princess is more than a king, but the concubine is not a concubine, but just plays the role of a man and a woman.
A shoe embroidered with gold and silver thread stepped on Xie Fu's wrist, and a hot male voice came: "If you let him eat, he will eat even a grain of powder."
In Prince Consort Shen Yue, the eighth princess Su Changning is not the king, and the others, including the Prince Consort Su Huaizhang, are all ministers.
Wang Yunqing still has another identity, the Wenting Lord of Chang'an, in charge of the entire Gyeonggi Province's cultural affairs.
Before the eighth princess Wang Yunqing married Su Huaizhang, the emperor ordered the Ministry of Rites to select a site for the princess to build the Prince Consort's Mansion.
Xie Fu stood up frantically and reached out to catch it, but only found an empty piece of paper. The colorful medicine powder had not yet scattered in every corner of the secret room.
When Qin Chushang heard this, he thought to himself, which literary person could withstand his kind of attack? It was very rare for a literary person to use the blessing mantra for others, and it often took a long time to recover.
Moreover, when the princess was dining, the consort was not eligible to sit down and had to stand aside.
Wang Yunqing's residence where Wang Yunqing held a memorial ceremony for the Imperial Academy, has a narrow courtyard to the east named Prince Consort Shen Yue.
At this moment, Wang Yun has not yet reached the point where she is overjoyed. Compared with the joy of tens of thousands of ants biting the bones in her body, the pain coming from her wrist is nothing.
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The mantras of literary blessings are mysterious and can heal people's wounds and remove blood stasis, cure and soothe people's pain, and can also purify one's nature and survive the disaster.
Immediately afterwards, his wet palms were swept towards the ground again, and even the dust was eaten up.
Yi Lan saw that I responded and asked in a serious voice: "Is he afraid? Does he regret it?"
According to etiquette, the prince-in-law must bow to the princess seven times every day, and the princess must sit down and receive seven bows.
Many of them were neglected, but in reality they were no different than slaves in captivity. Even the old palace men who were married to the princess and came to take care of the princess's food and daily life mostly only pointed fingers at the consort.
And like some small sects, although they lack many people in the martial arts to guard them, they don't have any secrets to help them overcome the martial arts tribulation. Of course, overcoming the tribulation is still a very dangerous thing.
There was another person standing between the two of them, it was Qin Chushang who was offering sacrifices to the Imperial Academy.
The most important one is that the mantra of blessing is the key for martial arts practitioners to survive the disaster of martial arts, and its use is also widely known by martial arts practitioners.
Yi Lan said contemptuously: "This is just a deal, he still owes me."
I tried desperately to retract my hand, but the foot that stepped on my wrist was like a mountain and it was extremely difficult to shake it. "Sister, please let him eat for you."
Fu Xie has only been here for a few days, and every day is intermittent, and every time he consumes a lot of attention, Fu Xie has been squeezed dry by him, and it is not surprising that he can last for so long.
Su Fu smiled and said: "You are afraid, and you regret it."
When Xie Fu saw the colorful medicine powder, he opened his eyes and immediately became energetic. He was about to catch it when a strong wind blew and the package of medicine powder immediately flew into the air.
I have not yet reached the level of literary cultivation, and at that level I am also known as the mysterious man in red.
Xie Fu smiled. From the moment the emperor appointed him as his special envoy, he was walking between life and death. As long as things were done and I was no longer of use, the emperor would find reasons to kill me.
A clear and affectionate voice came: "What you have done is bad, and you still want to take Shenxian Powder!"
The shoe was still moving like a mountain, and Xie Fu could feel a pair of cold eyes staring at his back, "Sister, as long as he gives you the fairy powder, you can do everything you want."
Yi Lan smiled sweetly: "Anxious, you will protect him, your Shushu Baowei."
The seven characters "Consort Wang Yun" were personally inscribed by the current emperor.
Wang Yun felt that having a man to protect her made her smile, but she was also very touched.
"On the contrary, I'm worried about you. Once he knows about you and me, I'm afraid he will kill you."
Mr. Xie used his hands as a broom to sweep the ground. Some colored powder was stained on his palms. He stuck out his tongue and greedily picked it up.
Qin Chushang was patient, so she took a large package of medicine powder wrapped in paper from her pocket, opened it and placed it where Xie Fu could reach it.
Of course, the etiquette is like this, and it is not necessary to copy it. The main thing is to see whether the prince consort is favored. As long as he can be favored by the princess, everything will be bad.
Sitting in the secret room was a scribe dressed in purple, with a powerful purple light coming out from under his body, and he was casting a blessing mantra for someone.
The mysterious man in purple was none other than Wang Yun from Lingshan Wenting. When he was in Suzhou, although Fu Xie was in his sixties, he was still full of energy, but now he was like a withered leaf. It would be unfair to say that I haven't reached the point where the oil lamp has dried up. Too much.
At this time, the man's body was bathed in flaming purple light, and he gave a blessing speech.
There is no secret room in Prince Consort Shen Yue. That secret room was originally built by a different court to avoid disasters. It existed after Su Changning came to the country and is now used by Su Changning.
Xie Fu sat on the ground, not even having the strength to straighten up, but he stretched out one hand and begged happily: "Give it to you...Give it to you..."
At present, the Prince Consort's Mansion is still under construction, so the Prince Consort Shen Yue in Wang Yunzhi has become the temporary residence of the princess and the Prince Consort.
Far away from the purple scribe, there was a man sitting cross-legged, wearing white clothes and a clear gray horse-faced skirt with blue patterns on it. Wearing a white gauze, there is mist under the face, and even the eyebrows are blurry.
The purple light under the man who was sitting cross-legged also dissipated. He opened his eyes and said with joy in his voice: "It's only been a few days. It's okay. Thanks to him, he is still more useful than Wang Yunqing."
I saw that the purple light under the purple-clothed profound master suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground. There were beads of sweat on his face like rain. It was obvious that he was exhausted physically and mentally and could only hold on.
