Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 92 Pink Skull
Zhaoyi Palace, outside Wu Meiniang's bedroom.

At this moment, the sky is bright and white clouds are floating under the blue sky, Zhao Wujiang stands under the white clouds, beside is Wu Meiniang, who is dressed in green and looks magnificent.

They've done the needles.

"Then I would like to congratulate Mr. Zhao in advance, haha." Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled softly, her smile poured over the country.

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wu Meiniang's exquisite and pretty face, with a playful expression, and said with a smile:

"Although the empress's tone is sincere, the doctor suspects whether the empress has ulterior motives, no, I uphold the benevolence of doctors, I should investigate carefully."

Wu Meiniang squinted her beautiful eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up, her face blushed.

"Your Majesty is ashamed to say that I am a wonderful doctor, and all living beings are pink skeletons in my eyes. I am just investigating, so I can have any evil intentions." Zhao Wujiang leaned against Wu Meiniang, feeling the fragrance.

"Hmph! I'm also a pink skull." Wu Meiniang brushed her hair and said angrily.

Zhao Wujiang said solemnly: "I don't know."

Wu Meiniang made a gesture to hit, Zhao Wujiang dexterously dodged, and his jade hand slapped the air.

"By the way, ma'am, do you have any more information about Ashina Li and Ashina's greeting card?" Zhao Wujiang asked, knowing the enemy and the confidant can win a hundred battles.

"I thought you didn't ask?" Wu Meiniang smiled. After she knew the list last night, she knew that Zhao Wujiang would probably come to ask her today, seeking some information from her.

When doing things, Zhao Wujiang is a person who likes to understand comprehensively and see through events to the essence, so when he doesn't understand something or a certain piece of information, he will not be ashamed to ask.

But it's just such a person who would tolerate my secrets, and never held any grudges. Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes glanced at Zhao Wujiang, who was full of god Yulang, and ripples appeared in her heart.

With her hands behind her back, she jumped up and down and followed happily, just like the girl who met Lang riding a bamboo horse among all the boys and girls.

The two strolled, feeling the warm sky.

"Ashina Li, there is not much information at present, but this person is definitely not an aborigine of the Western Turks, he should have been a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, but for some reason, he rebelled against the Tang Dynasty.

As for Ashina Greeting Cards, his elder brother Ashina Helu was powerful in Western Turks. He has studied Tang culture since he was a child, is familiar with classics and history, has a wide knowledge of strategies, and is especially good at composing poems!
Zhang Weimin, the champion of the new division, played against him, and it was considered evenly matched. "

Wu Meiniang said eloquently, her beautiful eyes were filled with autumn water, she looked at Zhao Wujiang, and her red lips parted slightly:
"Unfortunately, it wasn't you.

If you play, then Ashina Greeting Card's mere poetic talent will naturally lose to you.

Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I heard you write poetry.”

"If you want to hear me compose poems, it's not easy. My lord, just kidding, I compose poems on the spur of the moment." Zhao Wujiang joked.

Wu Meiniang frowned, pursed her red lips, and patted Zhao Wujiang with her slender hand: "You are really brave!"

Zhao Wujiang grasped Wu Meiniang's bright wrist with ease, and with a little force, pulled her towards him. Looking at Wu Meiniang who seemed ashamed and angry, he smiled slightly: "Looking back, Bai Meisheng smiles, Liugong Fendai has no color."

Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, Liugong Fendai has no color, Bai Juyi said Yang Yuhuan's beauty in the world, and now Zhao Wujiang blurted out Wu Meiniang's charm.

Wu Meiniang's reproachful pretty face also bloomed with peerless youth at this moment, her smile was like a flower, and her eyes were tender like water.

Under the bright and bright world, it was difficult for the two of them to tell their hearts. Wu Meiniang's face was full of blushing.

It's not the time yet. She sighed in her heart, staring at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face with her beautiful eyes, her own delicate face was reflected in those starry eyes.

Zhao Wujiang understood, blinked at her, and said with a smile: "Let go of my hand, I'm going to take charge of the overall situation!"

Obviously it was you holding my hand. Wu Meiniang glared at him, full of all kinds of amorous feelings towards Zhao Wujiang.

There are six departments in Shangshu Province, and the small officials are constantly busy.

As support players from the side, Honglu Siqing and others are also here, constantly traveling through the fog of war to check the layout of the competition venue.

As the person in charge, the team leader C player Zhao Wujiang is on his way on horseback.

The sound of horseshoes, stepping on the bluestone slab, and the sound of silver bells sounded in the bumps, it was the light ringing of a string of red string silver bells on Zhao Wujiang's wrist.

Witnessed by the sky, the silver bell was given to Zhao Wujiang by Wu Meiniang.

Zhao Wujiang got off his horse and parked at the gate of Shangshu Province. The sharp-eyed official stepped forward to find a parking space for Zhao Wujiang.

Dressed in a black long gown with a calm atmosphere, his starry eyebrows and bright eyes are full of vitality, he stepped over the gate and walked to the middle hall.

Seeing the busy people, he nodded with satisfaction. Although he is the boss, he is more like a hands-off shopkeeper. His subordinates do it and he is responsible for supervision.

He looked around, and the venue was almost set up, but the contestants hadn't arrived yet.

"Where are the three heroes from Datang? Why haven't they arrived yet?" Zhao Wujiang frowned.

As a member of the Ministry of Rituals, Zhang Weimin himself is in Shangshu Province. It stands to reason that he is only a few red walls away. Why hasn't he seen his shadow yet?

The little official of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly said: "Report to Mr. Zhao, the other two don't know, Mr. Zhang seems to have something at home, so he rushed home just now."

Rushing to his home, Zhao Wujiang's heart twitched slightly, and he had a premonition that something was wrong.

Chang'an City, Suzaku Street.

Suzaku belongs to fire and intends to burn all the filth in the world.

On the east side, at Pingkangfang, the Western Turkic Mission got up.

The first person, with a typical Tang face, tall and straight figure, and an expression as indifferent as frost, was Ashina Li.

Behind them were many Western Turkic people with high noses, deep eyes, and white skin.

All the Western Turkic missions wore robes covered in black gauze, even Ashina Li, but the last person in the crowd was a handsome, fair-skinned young man.

Although this person has a Turkic face, wearing a Tang suit on his body does not violate harmony at all, but adds a touch of Langyi and bookishness.

He was going to fight Zhang Weimin, the Ashina greeting card of the Western Turkic side.

The Minister of Honglu Temple escorted all the members of the mission to Shangshu Province.

Ashina Li's face looked ferocious, but it was actually caused by the long and narrow scar on his face. He was always smiling. He looked at Shang Shusheng, and his thoughts were racing.

Three provinces, six ministries and nine ministers, I didn't expect that one day I would also step into it. He was relaxed and confident, and he had arranged everything properly.

In the west of the city, there is a small mansion with a new post on the lintel and "Zhang's Mansion" engraved on the plaque.

This is the small mansion that Zhang Weimin bought in the west of the city. He brought his parents to Chang'an, so that he can fulfill his filial piety every day.

This morning, he received the news that his mother was accidentally hit by a car while shopping in the city. He hurried back to the mansion from Shangshu Province. His mother was lying on the bed, holding a white gauze scarf. The bright red blood oozing out.

However, Zhang Weimin was sleeping soundly at the moment, as was his mother.

Zhang Weimin, who was lying on his side on the bed, looked serene and breathed steadily, obviously not in danger of his life.

Standing beside him were two masked men with cold eyes, as if they were guarding Zhang Weimin in case he woke up.

"Tell me, will the people from the Shangshu Province come here later?"

"It's possible, do you want to take it away?"

"it is good"

"Unfortunately, I can't kill him. I don't know what happened to Ashina Li, a Western Turkic man. Let us ensure that this kid is safe and sound."

"Western Turkic people are like this, standing up and standing again."

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The two set up Zhang Weimin, jumped up, tapped the beams and rubble with their toes, and disappeared into the cheap houses.

At the same time, Su Dingfang's mansion in the east of the city also welcomed a group of guests from unknown origins.
(End of this chapter)