MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 166

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"Performed."

In February in the dusty country, the weather has picked up. The Royal Racecourse is vast. Fresh green shoots sprang up on the endless dry grass. The clear sky is as clear as a swarm of horses running freely on the racetrack, with a strong body and strong four-hooks.

Walking in the edge of the racecourse, Wang Ning Qianyi was wearing a tiger fur and a dazzling hair, standing upright, and his face was more solemn and calm than before. He was followed by several ministers, looking at the racecourse together, in a very good mood. The middle-aged man who once went to heaven with the king of Cangzhong laughed, "King, this batch of horses is better than the previous ones. This year's selection period is going to be lively!"

A minister laughed: "Yes, except for the Southern Dynasties, all fourteen countries have sent their credentials. This time, I am afraid that they are not the former envoys, but the emperors of all countries."

When referring to the Southern Dynasties, a military court official immediately changed his face and looked indignant. "If the Emperor of the Southern Dynasties dared to send someone, I would ask him to come back." The reason why this man was so angry was because he was sent two months ago The envoy of the Southern Dynasty was his cousin.

The manners of the monarchs in the dusty country are not as strict as in other countries, but they are much more casual. Several other ministers saw the excitement of the martial arts officer, and they comforted him. They also said that they must not cooperate with the Southern Dynasties.

Wang Cangzhong frowned slightly, listening to them talking, but did not express his position. He just took a few steps forward, holding his hands on his back, and stared forward.

The Southern Dynasty, a place related to that woman.

"Go, go back to the palace to host a banquet." He exhaled heavily into the sky, suppressing the regret and loss in his heart, showing to others a hearty spirit, saying loudly, turned and led the ministers back to the palace.

The Dustwind King's Palace is majestic and magnificently decorated. Xingle Palace, briquettes and blue tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. The king of Cangzhong sat with several ministers and ordered others to prepare songs, dances, wine and food. In the country of dust wind, monarch and ministerial banquet is common.

In the palace, on a large velvet carpet, dozens of beauties folded their feet barefoot and danced in the cheerful rhythm of the guqin and bamboo music.

The ministers rejoiced, followed by shaking their heads and shaking their brains, and humming with the singing girls' melody in a familiar tone. The atmosphere is very cheerful and harmonious.

The king of Cangzhong sat on the dragon seat and was accompanied by two concubines. Every time he heard the sound of the harp, he would always think of the half-curved mountains and rivers in Yunlian Mountain Beijing, which is near the kingdom of heaven. The shadow of the woman in her head was lingering.

Just one year ago, when she returned to China, she heard that her hair was red and white. He felt heartache, and even assembled the army to save her, but before she set off, she heard that she was missing. He sent people around to find out that she had become the emperor of the Southern Dynasty, and she was very loving with the Southern Emperor. He had already seen that she was divorced from the Northern Emperor. In fact, her heart was at that time. Now, she can finally be with her The loved one stays together, he should bless her and be happy for her, but the regret and loss in his heart can never be filled. In this year, he still pays close attention to her various things.

Since taking the throne, the state has been smooth. He has three thousand beauties in his harem, and no woman can take her place in his heart. That woman has become the only regret in his life for more than 20 years!

The world is undecided and there are many wars. Although their dust country is not big, they are famous for their horses and have become the object of competition among nations. He has no intention of competing for the world. As long as he finds one of the most powerful partners from these countries to ensure the stability and smoothness of his country after the world is settled, that's enough. If that woman could accompany him, his life would be almost complete. What a pity, what a pity ...

"King, are you mindful?" Han Fei on the left stepped forward and smiled at their young Lang Jun king.

Wang Cangzhong of Cangzhong, then ran over her, and laughed heartily: "In this harem, there are delicate concubines, especially these eyes!"

The concubine on the right was unwilling, and said sourly: "Is the king saying that the minister is careless?"

The king of Cangzhong smiled, "Ai Fei is jealous!" The concubine smiled immediately. "If there is anything on the king, tell him to share with you."

Wang Cang raised an eyebrow and sank a little. He retracted his arm, raised the wine bowl on the table, didn't speak, and drank his head with a sip, his action was very crisp.

At this time, a guard came to report, "King, news from the messenger of the Southern Dynasty."

Wang Cangzhong's eyes lighted up and said: "Come on." Everything about the Southern Dynasty must be related to her.

The guard rushed to report the news from the messengers of the Southern Dynasties 151 ...

"nonsense!"

The guard's voice didn't fall, the king of Cang Zhong had already shot the case, his face was so excited that he overturned the table case in front of him. The woman was the most holy place in his heart, and some people even said that she had a harem. This is impossible!

He looked indignantly and said, "Princess Rongle is definitely not that kind of woman! Nandi was so confused, listened to the rumors, hurt the princess so much, and drove her out of the Southern Dynasty. It was really abominable!"

The strong anger that emanated from him scared the second concubine. They looked up and looked at him in astonishment. This was the first time that Wang Shang had such a big temper, and the reason that made him lose his temper was for the concubine of another emperor. !! The weight of that woman's heart in the king can be seen. Women's instincts disturbed their hearts, and they could not help thinking sadly: If this woman was found and brought to the palace, would the king still look at them more in the future?

The middle-aged man who had seen the long-winded man looked pleased and said, "Do n’t be angry first. This is a good thing to the king!"

Wang Cangzhong stunned, then stretched his eyebrows, pointed at the guard and said, "No matter how many people you mobilize, immediately go to visit the whereabouts of Princess Rongle Chang!"

"Yes!"

Yancheng, a place adjacent to the Dust Wind Country and the Southern Dynasties, belongs to the territory of the Dust Wind Country. Linxi Inn is located in a very remote place in the west of Yancheng City, built against a deep jungle. The inn is divided into two floors, and the layout is relatively simple. A room on the second floor near the jungle, although it is called an upper room, the room can only be described by a simple word.

At night, the surroundings of the inn were very quiet, and only the sound of a stroke in the dense forest could be heard.

Lying on the bed, Manyu and his clothes opened his eyes to look at the dark and lonely roof. The slatted bed was hard and chrome was painful. She has stayed here alone for more than ten days. The abdominal wound is not deep. She has been bandaged on the road and should recover after a few days of rest. I don't know why, I feel more and more tired lately, but I'm so sleepy that I can't sleep. If two days a day is okay, but this situation has been going on for more than a month, she should let Xiao Ke look at her before leaving the palace. The last time Xiao Ke helped her get the pulse, it was when she returned to the palace from Yuzhou City.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", the room is very poorly soundproofed, and there is a staircase just outside the door. When anyone comes up or down, the sound is very clear.

Unexplained irritability, she frowns, sits up slowly, leans against the bed, and hangs her hands lazily. This kind of laziness and slackness is like that of another person lying in bed watching her sleep. appearance. There was a burst of sourness in her heart, remembering his anger, his anger, his pain, his helplessness, his struggle, his disbelief, and his pretentious apathy and determination ... that Every day, every action, every look, every word of him is in her mind, in front of her, and more in her heart. She squeezed the thin quilt covering her body, closed her eyes, and suddenly felt out of breath, and whenever she thought of him, breathing became so difficult.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hello, sigh, sigh!" Three non-trivial sounds, the long and slow ending stretched in the quiet night, did not fall for a long time.

She opened her eyes immediately and stared at the door warily. Who would it be so late? After all, the people she waited for should be almost there! However, it should not be late at night! She looked puzzled, got up, put on her coat unhurriedly, frizzled her hair with her hands, and arranged properly before walking towards the door.

During this period, the people outside the door neither knocked nor called, except for the first three knocks on the door, there was no sound at all. The man waited silently at the door, seemingly very patient.

She became increasingly confused, and unconsciously clenched the sword in her hand. This inn is hard to say, only these two doors are absolutely tightly closed, leaving no gaps.

She raised her ears and stuck the door, listening to the movement outside, except for the light and well-balanced breathing. She frowned and stood upright, feeling that the man was very, very close to the door. And the breath from that man had a sense of incomprehensibility.

She hesitated slightly, and finally raised her hand.

The door was slowly opened. When the man standing in front of the door came into view, her pupils shrank, her face suddenly changed, and she blurted out, "How are you?"

The man was wearing a large dark red robe, and a bright yellow dragon robe was faintly displayed on the neck. He always looks like a clean and elegant man, with a warm complexion and a kind voice. Who is this man, not Qiyun Emperor? 2k novel reading network