Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

"You turned into Wei Huaige." Fu Zhenhong said as she put down the red curtain that was auspicious as a dragon and a phoenix.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Sun Wukong glanced at Lord Zhiyun who was knocked out by himself on the bed, and then at Fu Zhenhong who was tidying the curtain with his back facing him, and thought for a few seconds Finally, before Fu Zhenhong spoke again, she changed into Wei Huaige's appearance.

At this time, the door of the palace was also pushed open by the palace servants, and eight handsome men in pale yellow palace attire walked in lightly.

Four of them held a thin red round lantern in their hands, and there were two big red wedding candles in the lanterns, while the other four held a delicate incense burner carved from agarwood.

The leading palace man was the very soft-spoken male voice just now. He walked in the front of the group and stopped until he reached the door of the cabinet lounge. He didn't dare to be careless thinking of the special instructions of the national teacher. He slackened, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly in a flash of thought, and asked in a warm voice: "Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine, the slaves need to come in to burn incense and light lamps."

After he finished speaking, there was no response from the room.

"Brother Qinglian," the servant standing behind the leading palace man said in a low voice, "Could it be that His Majesty the Lord is working with the imperial concubine?"

He raised his neck and looked inside, with a look of worry on his delicate face: "If your majesty is in a hurry, let's go in now, what if we disturb the good things of your majesty, and you are blamed by your majesty? ?”

We must know that when His Majesty the Lord favored other concubines in the past, there was never such a strange link where these palace servants went into the cabinet to light lamps and burn incense.

Qinglian glanced at him, and explained in a deep voice: "The national teacher specially ordered us to go in. There must be a reason for this. His Majesty has always trusted the national teacher and has the national teacher's guarantee. Why do you have to shrink back?"

Although the conversation between the leading palace maid Qinglian and this servant was extremely low, neither Sun Wukong nor Fu Zhenhong were ordinary people, so they could hear the voices outside the door clearly even at a distance. .

It seems that Master Na Zhiyun was not at ease and suspected their motives for suddenly letting go of their compromise, so he specially sent palace officials to find out the situation.

Fu Zhenhong lowered her eyebrows, pondered for a few seconds, then pushed Monkey King down on the bed, and sat on Monkey King's lap herself.

The soft and firm touch on the thigh surprised Monkey King: "What are you doing?" Fu Zhenhong's thin lips parted slightly, and he spit out two words: "For a show."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and pressed his chest against Sun Wukong's warm chest. He put his lips next to Monkey King's ear, and said softly, "You can't let these people suspect."

"but……"

Sun Wukong wanted to say something, but Fu Zhenhong blocked his mouth with his fingertips: "No, but you knocked out Wei Huaige, now you need to treat yourself as the lord of Zhiyun, and deal with me in a fake bridal chamber." Palace people."

After the words were finished, Fu Zhenhong stuck out the tip of her teeth maliciously, and lightly bit Sun Wukong's earlobe with her sharp fangs.

Sun Wukong groaned because of this unexpected physical stimulation, he covered his ears, and looked at Fu Zhenhong who was deliberately playing tricks, and always felt that something was wrong: "Could it be that you little monster deliberately provoked me to stun the king? "

Fu Zhenhong blinked innocently at Sun Wukong: "I didn't do anything, you beat him."

At this moment, Sun Wukong finally understood why the little bone demon, who had always had nothing to lose, would obey the behavior of the Lord Zhiyun so much.

It’s just that he understands it, but Sun Wukong doesn’t want to think deeply about why the anger in his chest can’t be suppressed so much when he sees the lord Zhiyun making a close move to this little bone demon.

He also didn't want to think about whether the reason why the other party turned him into the false bridal chamber of the Lord Zhiyun was because of liking, or another spur-of-the-moment tease, because whether it was the former or the latter, Monkey King's thoughts would become disordered.

Fu Zhenhong pinched Sun Wukong's cheek: "If you don't make a sound, those palace people outside will really be suspicious."

Sun Wukong glared at Fu Zhenhong, and when the palace servants outside the room were about to shout for the second time, he imitated Wei Huaige's voice and said, "Come in."

Qinglian heard the sound, and then led the other seven palace servants to open the door and walk in.

He gently placed the purple sand pot incense burner on the raised corner of the room, and looked towards the hibiscus tent in the middle intentionally or unintentionally.

Through the thin veil, he could only faintly see the figures of two figures on the bed, one was lying down and the other was sitting on top of it.

Both Fu Zhenhong and Sun Wukong were keenly aware of Qinglian's gaze. Fu Zhenhong raised the corner of her lips slightly, and placed her hand on his collar under the gaze of Monkey King.

"Don't reveal your secrets." Fu Zhenhong said word by word with her lips, and then slowly began to unbutton Monkey King's clothes.

Sun Wukong stretched his body, and coldly signaled Fu Zhenhong, who was taking his clothes off, not to go too far.

Fu Zhenhong received Sun Wukong's eyes, but he did not restrain his movements in the slightest. He used his cold fingers to lift off Monkey King's collar, revealing the sexy collarbone and strong and generous chest inside.

Sun Wukong's figure is already very tall and strong, and the muscle lines on his chest are smooth and beautiful. Under the wheat-colored skin, there is a firm sense of strength and a kind of wild explosive power.

However, at this moment, what attracted Fu Zhenhong's attention the most was not Sun Wukong's tough muscle lines, but the gorgeous begonias that bloomed side by side in the middle of the undulating chest.

This red flower was painted by Sun Wukong himself after he turned into a butterfly. Fu Zhenhong did not expect that after Monkey King regained his human form, the begonia painted on the butterfly did not fade away, but instead became an extremely clear print. On the skin of Monkey King.

Fu Zhenhong couldn't help touching the begonia petals with his hands. His cold and delicate fingertips covered Monkey King's warm skin, making Monkey King's body tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing became heavier at this moment a little.

Fu Zhenhong's hand slowly stroked up the stem of the crabapple. He seemed to be admiring his own painting, and also seemed to be admiring the trembling chest because of his touch.

Sun Wukong's body began to heat up slowly, and the strange hot feeling began to rush to all parts of his body again. He wanted to get rid of the sudden rush of emotions in his chest, but the slow sliding ice on his chest made him unable to ignore it.

Facing Fu Zhenhong's dark eyes like thick ink, Sun Wukong felt as if he was about to be pulled into the abyss by the other party. He was obviously the Lord Zhiyun now, but he was in this little bone demon. In his pupils, he saw his truest face very clearly.

Fu Zhenhong's hand followed the stem of the crabapple flower and finally stopped at the delicate flower center wrapped in petals. The gorgeous crabapple flower turned into the most charming and moving color.

At this moment, there was a tingling sensation like a strong electric current that made Sun Wukong let out a low hum from his throat.

Sun Wukong's voice was sexy and depressing, and there was a kind of restraint in the magnetic voice, which was transmitted to the ears of the palace people who were lighting lamps and incense outside the bed, and these men immediately lowered their eyes in embarrassment.

Looking at Sun Wukong's appearance of knowing that he already had some feelings but didn't know it, Fu Zhenhong couldn't help but think of when he was painting with butterflies, when the soft hairs touched the base of the butterfly, the little stone monkey also let out a twitch. As low as before.

The crabapple drawn by Sun Wukong on his chest corresponds to the position of the middle chamber of the butterfly, so the base of the butterfly seems to be almost at...

Fu Zhenhong's expression moved slightly, and his eyes gradually moved down.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong's gaze was like a nameless fire, where his gaze wandered, Sun Wukong felt as if he was being burned.

It wasn't until he saw where Fu Zhenhong's gaze was finally fixed that Sun Wukong's face turned completely red.When Fu Zhenhong slightly opened his lips to speak, Sun Wukong directly covered Fu Zhenhong's lips with his hand, then turned over neatly, suppressed Fu Zhenhong under him with lightning speed, and quickly swapped two person's position.

"I don't want to listen." Sun Wukong put his hands on Fu Zhenhong's face, looked down at Fu Zhenhong, his deep voice was still a little hoarse.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Then what do you want to hear?" After he finished speaking, without waiting for Monkey King to answer, he continued, "Do you want to hear me make a more straightforward voice than yours?"

In the last few words, Fu Zhenhong deliberately slowed down her tone, her already sultry voice was somewhat entangled and confusing for no reason.

After he said this sentence, not only Sun Wukong, but even the palace people who eavesdropped all blushed, because of the ambiguity in Fu Zhenhong's words, and the bewitching voice.

Qinglian has never seen the real face of the imperial concubine, but at this moment, this voice alone is enough for him to understand why the king is so eager to marry her.

It's no wonder that the always sane king fell in love with a young man of unknown origin at first sight. Just a voice can easily disturb people's thoughts, and his real appearance is probably a hundred times more stunning than the rigid and blunt appearance in the painting.

"Now that the incense and lamps have been lit, all of you should leave." Sun Wukong suppressed the hot feeling in his heart provoked by Fu Zhenhong, and ordered in Wei Huaige's voice. He deliberately opened the veil a little so that Qinglian could see to his profile.

Qinglian looked towards the bed, then lowered her eyes, and led the palace people to bow and leave.

After the footsteps went away, Monkey King turned over and jumped out of bed, changed back to his own appearance and rearranged the loose clothes.

"The people in that palace should return to the Imperial Teacher." Sun Wukong sat on the wooden bench and did not look at Fu Zhenhong.

The blush on the base of Dashengye's ears has not completely dissipated, and the principle of out of sight, out of mind is implemented.

Fu Zhenhong quickly changed her clothes, deliberately walked to the opposite of Monkey King and sat down, holding her chin and smilingly looking at the frowning Great Saint.

He didn't speak, just stared straight with his eyes.

Maybe it's because the smoke from the incense burner is too thick and misty, or maybe it's because the halo from the warm candlelight is too ambiguous, the quiet atmosphere seems to be slowly changing again.

In the end, Sun Wukong was the first to lose the battle. He was panicked by Fu Zhenhong, coughed uncomfortably, and found a topic to break the silence: "Don't you think it's strange, why does the Lord Zhiyun have the confidence to say a hundred years?" If you will still be very young in the future?"

"He relies on Imperial Master Zhiyun." Fu Zhenhong replied in a favorable manner.

"This Guoshi Zhiyun is very evil, I can't see what kind of monster he is." This is what Sun Wukong cares most about. Let him remember deeply.

"What kind of monster is Yu Linye, the dry uncle of Jinjiaoyinjiao?" Fu Zhenhong asked him.

Sun Wukong said: "Fox."

Fu Zhenhong pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Are you sure that Yu Linye was really beaten to death by you under the golden cudgel in the end?"

"After the avatar returned to the main body, Yu Linye was indeed dead in that part of the memory, and I beat him back to his original form." After Sun Wukong answered, he suddenly paused, as if thinking of something, and said: "You suspect that Yu Linye was the golden cicada who escaped her shell. ?”

Fu Zhenhong was noncommittal about this, and instead expressed her guess: "Maybe Yu Linye and Guoshi Zhiyun are the same person at all."

Sun Wukong frowned: "Yu Linlie is a fox, I can't see his true form as Master Zhiyun, but I can be sure that he will never let the fox."

"Although your piercing eyes are powerful, they are not omnipotent enough to see through everything in the world. It is normal not to be able to see the original shape." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking unhurriedly, she pointed to her eyes and said with deep meaning : "Didn't you also not see my real body?"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed, "You mean that Guoshi Zhiyun might be similar to you?"

Fu Zhenhong nodded, "Monsters are not all cultivated from animal forms. The evil aura on Master Zhiyun is almost the same as that on Yu Linye. You fought against Yu Linye, and I went to fetch spring water. I have also perceived the enchantment set up by Guoshi Zhiyun, as long as we compare the two, we can know whether they come from the same source."

Hearing the words, Monkey King lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong continued: "Whether it's a demon or a cultivator, their original power is unique. There can't be exactly the same original power in this world, unless they are the same person in the first place. Little Poor Monkey, Have you ever thought that perhaps the Yu Linye you killed wasn't really the fox demon Yu Linye, and that Imperial Master Zhiyun wasn't really the original Imperial Master Zhiyun?"

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she straightened her hand on the table, and the originally delicate and white hand turned into a cold bone at a speed visible to the naked eye: "I use the body to fetch the spring water, and the knot set by Master Zhiyun Although the barrier has no effect on me, but when I passed through the barrier, some of it was attached to my body, now you can perceive whether it is the same as Yu Linye's."

Monkey King nodded, covered Fu Zhenhong's knuckles exuding a deep chill with his hands, closed his eyes and began to perceive.

A pale golden halo shrouded the touching hands of the two. After a few seconds, Monkey King withdrew his hand with a dignified expression.

"how?"

"Same."

The guess was confirmed, and Fu Zhenhong was not too surprised. He felt a familiar aura from a stranger he had never met before, and there must be some kind of inseparable connection with someone he had known before. After all, there is no random familiarity in this world.

The same evil spirit, exactly the same jade folding fan, the former can be said to be a coincidence of personality, but if the latter is added, the coincidence is no longer a coincidence.

Yu Linye and Zhiyun Guoshi are either brothers and relatives from the same school, or they are basically the same person. As for why their appearances are different, monsters are good at transforming different faces, and guessing based on their faces is the most unreliable basis.

[Xiaohong, I... I'm a little dizzy. ]

[You can understand that Yu Linye was possessed. After the real fox was killed by Monkey King, the possessed demon took the opportunity to escape and possessed Master Zhiyun instead. ]

[Xiao Hong, isn’t that demon very interested in you? He likes you. If he possessed Master Zhiyun, why would he let Master Zhiyun marry you? ]

[Because he knows that I won't really marry Wei Huaige. ]

As for the palace servants who were sent by the Imperial Master Zhiyun just now...

Fu Zhenhong's eyes flashed, and she stood up suddenly, "We will meet with your master now."

Sun Wukong glanced at the unconscious Wei Huaige: "If we leave now, another palace official takes the opportunity to come in to investigate the situation, and the customs clearance document has not been delivered to the exit of the city, wouldn't all previous efforts be for naught?"

Fu Zhenhong smiled, "Did you forget that the monk is a fragrant bun?"

Sun Wukong's eyes sank, and he realized something now.

Although if something happened to his avatar, he, as the main body, would be able to sense it, but Guoshi Zhiyun was too evil, Sun Wukong would not be blindly confident.

"Call out somersault cloud and catch up with your master."