Mei Xueyi's shoulder was pinched by Wei Jinchao in pain.

Even at the most emotional moment, he would not use so much strength if he grasped her tightly.

Jinling Xiaoshiji has been dragged away for a while, but he still hasn't let go of her.

Mei Xueyi felt a little wrong, she raised her eyes carefully and found that he was panting hard, and thin bloodshots overflowed from his dark eyes.

There is no expression on his face, which makes people feel gloomy for no reason.

"Your Majesty?" She raised her hand and stroked his heart.

He finally moved his eyelids, still staring at her deeply, his thin lips moved, and he said hoarsely: "The queen is virtuous and virtuous, doesn't he want to persuade me to accept Zhao Runru as a concubine and ease the relationship between the two countries?"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

This fainted gentleman is really blind. Can the words of her blood-clothed demon and virtuous Shude get a touch of it? Persuade him to sleep with another woman? He couldn't help thinking too beautifully.

As soon as his lips moved, his cold fingers pressed up, forbidding her to speak.

He stared directly at her, and continued: "So, can the queen find a chance to leave with Shen Shizi?"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Shen Xiuzhu, Shen Xiuzhu again! This faint gentleman is really sick!

One day she will regain her strength and the first thing she will do is to beat the lunatic on the head until he is normal.

But at this moment, the man made a knife and I was a fish, so she could only swallow her anger, and squeeze him into the golden silk couch, twist her waist, and sit on him.

She suffocated her anger and yanked his girdle fiercely.

Wei Jinzhao: "...what are you doing?"

"Murder your husband!" After pulling a few times, she couldn't pull off his belt. She lowered her head fiercely, bit the brocade with her teeth and tore it, "Let you die on the bed, I can elope with Shen Xiuzhu!"

Wei Jinzhao: "..."

He stared at her like hell, stared at her for a while, coughing and laughing.

He caught her, rolled over and lifted her into the golden silk couch, imprisoned between his arms.

He stared at her with a big smile: "Mei Xueyi...Mei Xueyi!"

"Wei Jinzhao." She called him by his name for the first time, "I don't like Shen Xiuzhu, let alone follow him."

He stared at her stubbornly, as if he was going to cut through her painted skin with his eyes, and peel her sincerity.

He suddenly asked: "What about me? Do you like me?"

Mei Xueyi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and her eyes shook.

The distance between the two people was too close, and their sights met, his dark gaze seemed to be able to see through her eyes, leaving all thoughts nowhere to hide. The pathological affection is like mountains and seas, too heavy, and oppresses her, so that she can't easily speak false sweet words for a while.

Her hesitation fell in his eyes for a moment, and he curled his lips: "It's okay. I don't mind the loneliness."

He turned over and sat next to the golden silk couch, restraining his momentum.

Mei Xueyi felt that a small stone fell into the empty place in his heart, and there was a slight falling pain.

She sat up, gently wrapped her arms around his waist, and embraced him.

He took her hand away: "You don't have to force it. I'm not in a hurry."

They all say they are lonely and in no hurry.

He slowly raised his jaw and his voice was calm: "If you choose to go with him, you will die. Gu...can't wait to kill you, no jokes."

She could feel him suppressing the writhing emotions.

He is torturing himself.

Mei Xueyi sighed and pressed her cheek to the back of his heart.

"As long as you don't leave you, you will protect me, right?" She whispered softly.

His body trembled, and a deep and determined voice sounded against her: "Yes."

Well, she is relieved with this sentence. By the side of this uncle, he was eating delicacies and delicacies, and he was wearing a silk satin. On the march, he could soak in a flower bath every day. If you want the treasure of heaven and earth, you can speak to him...leave him? Is she crazy or sick?

If you talk about the bedclothes, his face is so good-looking that people will be dizzy, and she might be snatched back to the Celestial Demon Palace in the past. It's not easy to say who is taking advantage of whom.

In short, as long as she is not tempted by him and does not think deeply that she is not the "Mei Xueyi" in his heart, then there will be no problem.

Are you tempted? Oh, the blood-clothed demon was just surprised.

She looped her arms around again, and put her arms around his thin waist.

Just as he was speaking, there was a rush of footsteps outside. After getting permission, a close attendant bowed his head and said: "Vice-General Shen begs to see your Majesty."

Wei Jinchao laughed lowly.

"This Shen Xiuzhu! Let him in."

Mei Xueyi still hugged him, he gently tugged her arm, without tugging.

He turned a small half of his handsome face: "Queen, Shen Xiuzhu is coming in."

She didn't move, and said lazily: "Why, do you still have to worry about the image of Junjun in front of his courtiers?"

He laughed dumbly, no longer caring about her, letting her hang on him like a boneless vine.

Before Shen Xiuzhu stepped into the car, Mei Xueyi still let go and sat down beside Wujun solemnly.

"Your Majesty!" Shen Xiuzhu was anxious, "Jinling Xiaoshiji can't kill! The minister is willing to remonstrate with death, and ask your Majesty to take it back and die!"

Seeing his appearance, Mei Xueyi couldn't help but think of Wei Jinzhao's evaluation of Shen's family-a loyal minister and good general.

In fact, she also knew that it was unwise to kill Zhao Run. Of course, it is not easy to talk about wise or wise with Wu Jun.

If Zhao Runru is dead, then from now on, no one will choose to negotiate with Weiguo. Anyone who raises the flag to rebel is a famous teacher.

Even if we don’t talk about the future and just talk about the present, if we kill the messenger for peace at the moment, then Jinling will have no retreat and can only fight hard. Wei Jinzhao is fighting fast and cruel, deep into the enemy's hinterland, and cut off supplies. If Jinling will not hesitate At all costs, if the guards were dragged into the quagmire with flesh and blood, the guards would be annihilated sooner or later.

Mei Xueyi supported her chin and looked at Faint Jun.

He squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes deep and unpredictable: "Zhao Runru must die."

Shen Xiuzhu analyzed the situation quickly. He was anxious, and his forehead was densely covered with bright beads of sweat.

"I know what you are talking about." Wei Jinzhao turned his black jade fingers and said in a dumb voice, "but Gu said that she must die."

One word at a time.

"Your Majesty!" Shen Xiuzhu repeatedly kowtows, "Think twice, Your Majesty! If my father is here, he will definitely admonish him with death!"

Wei Jinzhao tapped his forehead with a lanky finger, and his voice was flat: "Gu Ling Dingguo will stick to the border of Qishu. If he dares to take a step away, the lone will take the head of others-he doesn't deserve to be admonished. "

Shen Xiuzhu: "..."

He was distraught, his eyes turned and fell on Mei Xueyi's body.

She was eating berries indifferently.

"Queen! Persuade your Majesty!" Shen Xiuzhu gritted his teeth.

Mei Xueyi raised her head, carelessly: "Shen Shizi made a lot of sense. It stands to reason that Jinling Xiaoshiji shouldn't be killed. But your Majesty condemned her because she offended me. If I intercede, wouldn't it make your Majesty? Chill? In my heart, there is nothing more important than being happy with your Majesty."

The eyes of the two men were slightly wrong, and they didn't expect her to say such a thing.

The corners of Wei Jinzhao's lips formed an invisible arc, and then quickly smoothed it out.

He nodded and moved his fingers: "Since the queen also intercedes for her...so, I will leave a whole body. Rejoicing, give the dove wine to Shen Shizi, and Shen Shizi will take her on the road."

The attendant Zhongxi bowed in front of him, and there was a delicate jade cup on the tray.

Shen Xiuzhu opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Wei Jinchao in disbelief.

Fainting Jun's eyes were dark, condescending, and staring into his eyes: "If Shen Shizi insists on admonition, he will drink it."

The voice is low and hoarse, the momentum is heavy, there is no malice, no anger, only indifferent to life and death.

Shen Xiuzhu took a breath, and pointed out his slightly trembling fingertips. When he touched the jade cup, he seemed to be burned by the cold wall of the cup.

Bend his fingers and squeezed the cup tightly.

The teeth clenched unconsciously.

Obviously, even if he really drank this cup of dove wine, Wei Jinzhao would still kill Jinling Xiaoshiji. This monarch is always the same. When he built the Star Retriever Platform and Chaomu Palace, Shen Xiuzhu witnessed how violent and ruthless he was.

The reason why Weiguo hasn't been in chaos is just because the luck of the unconscious monarch is really good.

In order to build the high platform, several huge gold and jade ore pits were dug continuously. With this huge fortune, the uncle can not only recklessly build civil engineering, but also lightly reduce taxes and build roads and bridges. As a result, the lives of the people of the World War II were more moisturized than before.

The demands of the people are very simple, as long as you can live a good life, don't care about your tyrants.

If you have enough food and enough food to store surplus food, who has the leisure to rebel? Which courtier wanted to faint the emperor, the people below would not agree to it first.

Shen Xiuzhu reluctantly squeezed the dove cup in his hand, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Forget it, no matter what, have to leave a whole body for Xiao Shiji.

He got up wearily, and was about to retire, when a young general hurried over and knelt heavily on the ground with one knee.

"Your Majesty! Jinling Xiaoshiji, missing her!"

Wei Jinchao and Mei Xueyi looked at Shen Xiuzhu in a tacit understanding.

Shen Xiuzhu showed helplessness and hurriedly defended: "It's not a minister. The minister has only the heart to remonstrate, and he doesn't have the courage to rob the execution ground."

That was the great sin of the Zhu clan.

The young general continued to report: "There are no traces of the scene, no casualties, and no witnesses. The man disappeared suddenly, and his subordinates were puzzled."

Mei Xueyi raised her eyebrows slightly.

She didn't think it was so strange. Monks above the golden core, with the help of some hidden magic weapons, can come and go freely in the mortal army.

Even the Feihuo Sword appeared, so what's weird about the appearance of one or two cultivators.

She looked at Faunjun leisurely.

He squinted his eyes slightly, reduced his momentum, and looked like a sea without waves.

"Gu, go and see in person." He slowly got up, "Shen Shizi, you are with you."

Shen Xiuzhu lowered his head to keep up.

When he was about to step out of the door, Jun Jun turned his head and said nonchalantly: "The queen is very happy to rest."

Wei Jinzhao returned to the car while Mei Xueyi was bathing.

She shrank under the petals very vigilantly, showing only her eyes and nose.

He hadn't touched her for a while since the mandarin duck was playing in the water last time. Mei Xueyi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth when he thought of the faint saying before he left, "The queen is so happy to rest."

When he turned his eyes, he saw that he was holding a thread-bound script in his hand.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Now, as soon as she sees this script, she will reflexively suffer from backaches and leg cramps.

"Your Majesty!" She quickly started talking about business, "Then Jinling Xiaoshiji, how did she escape?"

"No hurry." Wei Jinzhao looked at her meaningfully, "Let's listen to this passage first-the story of the queen leaving the palace."

Mei Xueyi's heart jumped and she raised her eyes to stare at him.

He didn't approach her, but sat on the golden silk couch, holding the scroll with one hand, and slowly began to recite.

The story is like this-

After the victory at Jiawu Pass, Jinling's three consecutive months of attack ended in failure, and Qin Ji desperately sent someone to ask for peace.

Wei Jinzhao is Mingjun, so naturally he will not be aggressive, he will accept it when he sees good, and he decides to make peace with Qin Ji.

It's time for him to go back to see his beloved wife. After the First Battle of Pingyuan, Mei Xueyi returned to Kyoto and continued to arrange logistical supplies for him. After all, the couple had not seen each other for three months.

Together with thoughts, it can be said that a hundred claws scratch the heart, and lovesickness become ill.

After arranging the defense at Jiawuguan, Wei Jinzhao moved back to the DPRK. On this way, Zhao Runru, the prime minister of Jinling, asked to see her several times, but was refused.

He knew what Qin Ji meant, and Qin Ji wanted him to accept Zhao Runru as his concubine. In this way, the relationship between the two countries could be one step closer.

He did not consider this proposal. As long as the peace talks are over and the benefits are settled, Zhao Runru will be thrown back to Jinling.

He has finalized the candidate for peace talks.

Although his queen looks slender, she has a gully in her chest and is a good talent. He plans to leave the peace talks to her, and she will deal with Zhao Runru. He had already experienced her cunning and wisdom. With her, he would definitely be able to squeeze the greatest benefit from Jinling.

On the night back to Kyoto, Xiaobiesheng was newly married again.

This time, Wang Wei lavishly changed a white jade couch, hugged his wife, and fell in love...

...

Mei Xueyi listened to Wei Jinchao slowly chanting straight and warm words in a calm tone. When she was in the hot water, she didn't feel the slightest heat. Instead, she felt like she was immersed in cold water, and her whole body was chilly.

"Your Majesty..." She couldn't help but interrupt him.

Black eyes cast a deep glance over.

Calm and deep, no waves.

She didn't know what to say. When he used that unique voice to read "Hundred claws scratching the heart, lovesickness became ill", she felt sore in her chest, intertwined with unspeakable bitterness and sweetness, and fell to the hollowest part of the heart. .

At this moment, he read out the two on the white jade couch in a straightforward manner, and she felt disappointed.

Seeing her lingering, he looked down, and continued to read the story behind——

After King Wei returned to the dynasty, he was busier than ever.

At night, he found that his little wife was like a small animal showing its claws, fierce and tight, as if he wanted to squeeze his bone marrow dry.

She really underestimated him.

Wei Jinzhao took out her true skills and turned her into a handful of crisp snow and a pool of muddy flowers.

Occasionally she mentioned casually that Jinling Xiaoshiji Zhao Runru was really invincible, and she always opened her eyes and talked nonsense in front of Mei Xueyi, saying that King Wei had an affair with her on the road, and King Bairiwei would not return to Chaomu Palace. At that time, she was with her in the Hall of Quality Women.

Wei Jinzhao only found it funny. He told her that Zhao Runru tried to get in front of him several times, but he was dismissed from a distance. After returning to Beijing for a few days, he didn't know what the prostitute looked like.

He has no interest in other women.

Although it was love at first sight with Mei Xueyi, the longer he got along with her, the more he was heartbroken for her. The peerless face is just the tip of the iceberg, her heart is transparent, from the inside to the outside, extremely beautiful. He had already prayed in his heart, a couple, year after year...

...

At this point, Xujun's voice was completely hoarse.

Mei Xueyi leaned on the edge of the barrel, feeling full of sorrow.

In this script, I don't know which expert wrote him a love letter.

Obviously it is a deep affection and lustful words, but when she listened to her like this, she was slightly embarrassed, her nose and eyes were sour, and she just wanted to hold him, greedy for the joy of this time.