lazy cat hits cute

Mr. Gray Robe, who was left behind, did not leave immediately. He sat alone for a while, stretched his hand under the mask, and slowly raised it. If anyone saw this scene at this moment, he would definitely faint from fright—the face under the mask was full of muscles. Knots, insect bites and snake bite marks, like centipedes crawling around, peak ants make nests under the muscles, and it is almost impossible to see where the five sense organs are.

He put down the mask, and took out a wooden box from the broken bag, the wooden box was beautifully carved, it seemed to be used by women.

There is a clear "water" in the wooden box.

This box of water was given to him by the man in coir raincoat. It was originally soft and condensed, but to him whose face had been ruined, it was a timely gift.He was very grateful to the man in the bamboo hat for saving his life, and said earnestly: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring. If you need me in the future, the king will definitely go all out."

The man in coir raincoat pressed the bamboo hat, with a simple smile as if he had just lifted someone up in the mud: "No need. I won't stay here any longer."

He didn't understand what he meant, but still respectfully said: "Sir, do you want to travel far away?"

The coir raincoat man's eyes flickered for a while, and he smiled: "It can be regarded as a long journey... to a far away place." The atonement is barely repaid, and the promise that should be fulfilled is also made, which can be regarded as nothing.

"I'm helping you. I was ordered by others. You don't need to thank me. Now that the task is completed, I should go." He turned around and disappeared into the air without a trace.

He picked up a little "water" and lifted it up. The "water" was extremely dense, bouncy and soft, and fell heavily, falling into a drop of perfectly shaped water.He took the "water" and slapped it on the terrifying face, and then kneaded it around the nose, kneading like dough, until the "water" evenly covered the face, and the "water" began to flow down Seepage, covering the knotted tendons, insect bites and snake bites, shaping three-dimensional and handsome features, slightly pale skin, and a face exactly like Zhang Qingyang.

The lid of the wooden box was inlaid with a glazed mirror. He looked in the mirror, looked left and right, and smiled slyly.

"So you like this face."

"It's much prettier than this king's face... Hehe, hahahahahahaha!"

He entered the palace with Zhang Qingyang's face on his face, and the journey was unimpeded.

Everyone in the palace knew that Zhang Qingyang was His Majesty—um..., and no one who saw him dared to stop him.

If it was true as the rumors said, he was really with him.

He searched for Minghuang, and almost found Chengtian Hall in the East Palace, but he came to his senses halfway and turned to Zichen Hall.

Ming Huang was approving the memorial, with a very unsightly expression on his face.Rubbing the ink, she looked up to see him coming, got up and smiled, and left quietly.

He was still changing the memorial, and the legs on the table were piled up like a mountain. She felt distressed when she saw him. He was still so young. How tired must he be to see this shameless minister while reading the boring memorial?

"Ayu."

Ming Huang paused, then raised his head in astonishment, just in time to see "Zhang Qingyang" smiling softly with bright eyes.

"What's wrong with Ah Yu? You're so surprised." He approached with a smile, and naturally pinched his cheek, which was as warm and moist as jade, making his heart pound like a deer.

Ming Huang shook his head, his eyebrows curved: "It's nothing, you look so pretty when you smile." He threw down his pen and grabbed his face, "Come on, smile again!"

His heart was so soft that he looked even more gentle: "How long have you been criticizing? Don't be too tired, take a rest."

"It's okay, I'm not tired, I'm used to it." Ming Huang didn't care, shaking his arm coquettishly: "It happens to be the day when Taifu Weng is leaving the customs, let's go and see him."

"it is good."

He took her by the hand and walked out of the Zichen Palace, strolling in the corridor, he talked about the affairs of the government and the public, and vomited bitterness to him, which imperial censor gave advice every day, it was all trivial things, it was really annoying, the southeast region was flooded Well, the governor of the district wants both money and food. It is clear that millions of dollars in food is enough to deal with the disaster, but he is still greedy.He listened, and comforted him with gentle words, and his heart was full of joy.

His hands are really soft, soft and small, with thin calluses on the index finger and tiger's mouth, which are the imprints left by years of writing and writing.

At this moment, time moves slowly, and the beautiful scenery is infinite. He wishes that the corridor will never end, and he can walk with him holding hands like this.

"Ayu."

"Ok?"

Impulsive, he touched his chin with one hand and lowered his head to kiss him. Ming Huang turned his head to avoid it, and gave him a straight punch: "What a rascal, shameless."

He looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he simply turned around and pressed him against the pillar, with a hooligan smile: "I just want to be a hooligan, what should I do?"

"Get out." Ming Huang slid out of his confinement like a fish, with his hands behind his back, calmly, "We're almost at the Lan Yun Yuan, restrain yourself, it's not good for Mrs. Weng to see you."

Lan Yun Courtyard, Weng Taifu's resting place.The gate of the courtyard is open, winding paths lead to seclusion, flowers and trees are scattered in the courtyard, birds are singing, Weng Taifu is playing chess with Qige Lao.

When Ming Huang arrived, the two stood up and cupped their hands, "I see Your Majesty."

"Master, no courtesy." Ming Huang walked into the pavilion in three steps, glanced at the chess game on the table, and said with a smile: "The chess is played so carelessly, Master is so relaxed."

Weng Taifu stroked his beard and said: "Little Daoer, it's not worth your attention." He turned his eyes, saw "Zhang Qingyang", and asked in wonder, "Who is this person?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ming Huang suddenly shouted angrily: "He is an assassin! Take him down!"

He was stunned for a moment.

Elder Qi Ge was the first to react, soaring into the air, a giant golden palm condensed in the air and slapped it heavily, "Zhang Qingyang" screamed, his body collapsed immediately, turned into countless poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, scattered densely, and burrowed into the ground, Seeing that the situation was not good, Ming Huang yelled: "Kill without pardon!" He also rose into the air, and sent a signal to the imperial guards, his inspiration flashed like the sun.

The divine guards are the elite of the imperial guards, they are on standby at all times, and when the signal is sent out, a few streamers of light rush forward and fly towards here.

At this time, Taifu Weng clasped his hands together, his spiritual radiance soared, his robe sleeves fluttered, and he forcibly locked the "heaven and earth" of Lanyun Academy with great supernatural powers, so that the poisonous insects could not spread.

Elder Qi Ge sacrificed the magic weapon "flame dragon roar", the huge flame dragon landed roaring, and the flowers and trees pavilions in the courtyard were turned into ashes in an instant, not to mention the poisonous insects in the soil, which burned cracklingly and emitted waves of disgusting Saute.

When Ming Huang thought that just now, he had held his hand and played tricks on him, he felt sick to death.

"Brother Qi, hurry up, the old man's spells won't last long."

Elder Qi Ge replied: "Understood!" With all his strength to activate the magic weapon, Yanlong's light became more and more blazing, the dragon's claws scratched the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it went deep into the ground for tens of feet, the terrifying high temperature melted the soil into liquid, and Lan Yunyuan turned into a crimson square. lava lake.

The Divine Guard arrived and did not intervene easily, there was only a loud bang, the supernatural power of "drawing the ground as a prison" dissipated, and Yanlong's body shrank sharply, the Divine Guard just filled the gap and used their unique magic weapon to calm down again In the "Heaven and Earth" of Lanyun Academy, a series of fire magic spells were thrown down one after another, causing red water to surge and white steam to flow.

Old Qi Ge came out of nowhere: "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Ming Huang shook his head: "It's nothing." It's just a little disgusting.

A stern laugh suddenly broke out in the magma lake: "Ayu, I treat you with all my heart, but you abandon me like a shoe, you are so vicious!"

Ming Huang was caught off guard, so startled that he lost his mind and almost fell headlong.Elder Qi Ge didn't care about etiquette, stretched out his hand to help, and kept drinking: "Your Majesty, don't listen to monsters to deceive your mind!"

Bang bang, bang bang.Ming Huang's heart was beating wildly, and he was dripping with sweat, "I'm fine, I'll be fine slowly."

Ayu, Ayu was his baby name, and he was the only one in the palace who used to call him that.

Ming Huang didn't like this nickname at all.

The mother and concubine called Ayu so loudly, her beautiful eyes lost their luster a little bit, her plump cheeks sunken terribly, her carefully maintained jade hands shriveled and withered, and her jade wrist chains slid down.She withered into a gray skeleton in just a quarter of an hour, like an unpainted clay figure, who was still alive, but already exuded a rotten stench until she died completely.

"Ayu, my Ayu, you have to live!"

He couldn't imagine how painful his mother was.

Ayu!Ayu!

There was another long howl in the lake, extremely resentful, like a ghost crying in the middle of the night.Ming Huang's face turned pale all of a sudden.Elder Qi Ge yelled: "A bunch of trash! Quickly wipe out the poisonous insects, one of them was leaked, be careful of your heads!" Pulling Ming Huang away from the Lanyun Academy, Taifu Weng followed closely, and asked worriedly: "Your Majesty! , are you physically unwell?"

Ming Huang's face was as white as paper, he didn't answer a word.

"Teacher, don't ask. Your Majesty's situation is not good. It's better to have the imperial physician diagnose and treat him sooner. Imperial physician! Imperial physician! Come out to me!"

The Imperial Hospital was suddenly in turmoil, and there was a lot of voices. The diagnosis and treatment, the search for the elixir, the Dehuai female doctor blew a requiem song, and the several imperial physicians jointly set up a spiritual silk array to prevent the invasion of evil spirits. The little medical officer nodded. Xiang, Elder Qi Ge and Mrs. Weng Taifu followed the instructions of the head of the Taitai Hospital to adjust breath and regulate Qi for Ming Huang. Ming Huang regained some blood and looked around in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"

The head of the Supreme Hospital said softly: "Your Majesty is frightened, just take a good rest."

"Is that so?" Ming Huang took a breath, stood up with the support of the medical officer, staggered on his feet, as if a ghostly cry echoed in his ears: "I want to go back to the bedroom."

"Your Majesty's dragon is not in good health, it's better to recuperate in the Imperial Hospital."

"I want to go back to the dormitory." Ming Huang insisted on his own opinion, it is not worthwhile for the master of the Imperial Hospital to ask someone to bring Luan Luan, followed Ming Huang to the dormitory, and waited for orders outside the palace.

Mian Mian was making the bed. Ever since Zhang Qingyang entered the palace, she had been cleaning the dragon bed alone. She turned around and saw Ming Huang. Before she could salute, she was startled by his expression: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Ming Huang didn't answer, took off his coat by himself, stepped forward to help him untie the jade belt hook, inner coat, and the middle coat one by one.He climbed onto the bed, first picked up Zhang Qingyang's pillow, pulled the quilt to cover himself, Mian Mian helped him tuck the corners of the quilt, and went to bed as before, but the time was much earlier.

"Mianmian." His voice was weak, "Go and call Zhong Yunlai, and then tell Qingyang to come over quickly, saying that I am not feeling well, very uncomfortable, hurry up."

Mianmian said: "Understood, Your Majesty can rest at ease." He hung down the bed curtain and went out quickly.

Ming Huang hugged Zhang Qingyang's pillow tightly, buried his face in it and rubbed it vigorously.

There is no smell on Zhang Qingyang's body, so clean that there is nothing, Ming Huang feels very at ease about this, because this is him, the him who is far away from the world, but remains in the world because of him.

Clean and clean.

He never said any nasty love words, nor did he smile so softly and intoxicatingly like the fake Zhang Qingyang, but his every move, the few words, every move was full of gentle love.

unswervingly to death.

"Come back soon, come back soon..." He fiddled with the tassels on the pillow and murmured.

The voice outside the tent shook lightly: "Your Majesty."

"Zhong Yun, it's good that you're here, sit down and stay with me."

Zhong Yun moved a chair lightly, sat down by the incense burner, opened the burner, shoveled away the animal head sandalwood, and replaced it with the Ning Shen incense given by the master.The fragrance is gentle and sweet, like a trickling stream, Ming Huang smells comfortable and feels at ease.

"Zhong Yun."

"What's your majesty's order?"

"My lord, is he still there?"

"Why did His Majesty suddenly think of him?"

"In the past, Eunuch Wang would soak my feet before going to bed..." Ming Huang whispered like he was dreaming.Fast forward more than ten years, the scars on his feet have long since healed, his feet are smooth and fair, and he doesn't need to soak his feet every day.

People don't need it anymore.

Zhong Yundao: "The prince has a house in his hometown, not to mention a large piece of land, gold and silver bestowed by His Majesty, which is enough for him to spend the rest of his life safely."

"Hmm..." With the vague ending, Ming Huang fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say: I feel like I'm sprinkling blood.

Chapter 76 was replaced with a side story.Maybe the end date of this article will be postponed, but the next file NO.16 will be uploaded to Chapter 1 normally.