Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Wu Fuqian picked up the teacup to hide his guilty conscience, his eyes always intentionally or unintentionally avoided Meng Shiqing.

Meng Shiqing seemed to have guessed something, she looked at Wu Fuqian's hesitant expression and faltering, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I remember that Mr. Zhang was very resistant to this kind of tea before, and I sent someone to give it to me before. When you send this kind of tea, you always throw it out of the door angrily, why do you like this tea so much now?"

Wu Fuqian looked at the teacup in his hand, a few tea leaves inside were floating in the water, like dancing elves.

This is a special kind of tea produced in Yunnan. It has a slight smell of blood when soaked in water. I think it was because Zhang Ji hated this smell that he resisted it so much?

"I was in an irritable mood at the time and I was poisoned, so I naturally didn't like the smell, but the situation is completely different now, how could I resist?" Wu Fuqian said pretending to be calm.

Meng Shiqing snorted, "Really. Let's not talk about it for now, let's talk about a mark on this fuselage. I think if you are really Zhang Ji, the mark must still be there."

"What?" Wu Fuqian felt a movement in his heart, and his uneasy thoughts gradually spread.

Meng Shiqing's eyes became hazy, "I remember that Zhang Ji didn't want to help the general, so he suffered a lot in the early stage, and one of the scars happened to be burned on his chest," Meng Shiqing suddenly lowered her head and stared at Wu Fuqian. chest, murmured, "I think it won't fade so easily, why doesn't Mr. Zhang lift his clothes to show his innocence?"

Wu Fuqian's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. After he calmed down a little, he looked up at Meng Shiqing and said with a light smile, "Miss Meng, don't say whether a man and a woman are close or not. Have you reached the point where you can undress and meet honestly?"

Meng Shiqing sat up straight, "If Mr. Zhang feels a little embarrassed in front of Shiqing, then I can ask a man to come in, so it won't be embarrassing, right?"

"That's not OK."

"why?"

"Because I like men." Wu Fuqian replied half-truthfully.

Meng Shiqing's eyes were fixed, she stared at Wu Fuqian for a while before muttering: "You like men too? Hmph, you shouldn't."

"why?"

Meng Shiqing stared into his eyes and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, Wu Fuqian seems to like men, and his man is in Dongying right now, and he is still in the Mu family, I don't think you will be Wu Fuqian Bar?"

Wu Fuqian raised his head and laughed, he needed to use this exaggerated expression to hide his inner tension.

"If Ms. Meng thinks so, then you can just treat me as Wu Fu. Now, is it that important to you whether I am Zhang Ji?"

Meng Shiqing always had an indescribable expression on her face. The way she stared at Wu Fuqian was full of confidence like a strong wolf staring at its easy prey.

After a moment of silence, she said softly: "Actually, no matter you are Zhang Ji or Wu Fuqian, we will send you back to the Central Plains safely after the matter is over. As for your daughter Xiaojuan, we already have some clues. I believe that after tomorrow, Then I can give you back a healthy daughter."

"You locked me here just to send me back to the Central Plains?" Wu Fuqian asked suspiciously.

"Of course not. In fact, we just don't want you to fall into the hands of the Mu family, and at the same time, we don't want your family to be ruined because of our affairs." Meng Shiqing said sincerely, "We are both from the Central Plains, and our purpose is the same. .”

"I just want to get my daughter back." Wu Fuqian emphasized again.

Meng Shiqing stood up slowly, showing a shallow smile, she bent down and said, "Actually, Zhang Ji doesn't have a scar on his chest, and you probably have no flaws except for some small habits that are different from him. "

"You..." Wu Fuqian wanted to say something, but Meng Shiqing bowed long ago and left the room.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Wu Fuqian felt sweat dripping from his palms. At this moment, he realized that his back was already soaked in sweat, and he had a better understanding of Meng Shiqing in his heart.

……

The bright light of the morning revealed his shy cheeks, and when the orange morning glow spread all over the earth, the monks in the Chenmu Temple had already got up and were nervously busy.

Today is the day when Mo Liying comes to the temple to offer sacrifices, no one dares to neglect.

Chenmu Temple is the largest temple in Dongying, where all the heroes who died in the war are enshrined. Every emperor will worship his ancestors here when he ascends the throne, in order to pray that under his leadership, the weather will last forever.

The reason why Mo Liying chose to offer sacrifices to Chenmu Temple before the emperor's abdication was that besides showing his confidence in the emperor's position, he also wanted to use this opportunity to wipe out all the people who had estranged him from the Maku family.

Before going to Chenmu Temple, Mo Liying deployed all his troops in the city, and his eyeliner was spread all over the palace.

After everything was deployed, he brought his musketeers to Chenmu Temple.

Last night, Yan Qiaotian and Xiaojuan had already discussed today's actions. Although he was only a little worried about the musket and disdainful of things like sneak attacks, this time maybe it was not the time to care about the behavior of a gentleman.

Because Xiaojuan is still young, it is not easy to attract others' attention, so she hid in the courtyard, and when she saw the figure of Mo Liying, she immediately turned around and ran to the back hall quickly.

Yan Qiaotian was the monk who stood aside when Mo Liying worshiped. At this time, they all gathered in the back hall, obeying the presiding officer's instructions.

Xiaojuan imitated the sound of birds chirping, Yan Qiaotian's body didn't feel a move, he turned his head slightly, and saw Xiaojuan hiding outside the door, winking at him.

Yan Qiaotian nodded slightly, and Xiaojuan walked out of the back hall with her waist bent.

According to the procedure, Moliying should come to the back hall to worship at the end. At this time, all the monks in the temple must gather here to chant. As for before, only a few eminent monks in the temple could get close to Moliying Besides, Yan Qiaotian naturally didn't have such a seniority, so he decided to do it during the worship in the back hall. After all, no one would bring weapons into the hall to worship.

Yan Qiaotian's thoughts were correct, but he didn't know that besides himself who would deal with Mo Liying today, there was someone else who had already planned everything, and this person was Liyou Chizi.

Liyou Chizi knew that he had no chance of winning by simply using force. After all, the Mu family's military strength had been accumulated over the years, and it was almost impossible to take Mo Liying's life except by outsmarting him.

As for Liyou Chizi, the only people who can use her are Meng Shiqing and the others. However, ever since Mo Liying became suspicious of Meng Shiqing, she has been under constant surveillance, so it is not easy to get out of the house.