Chapter 288

"How's the situation in the imperial palace?" Luo Ninghai frowned. "Didn't Meng Yuanzhen go to Donghua palace?"

Lord Luo raised a proud smile and took a sip from his glass. "Go to Donghua palace. As soon as his steed moved, I stabbed him in the back. Most of the rebels were intercepted outside the palace by us. This palace is the world of our Luo family. God made him unable to become an emperor in those years, but he can't do it now."

Luo Ninghai's high hanging heart finally came down. "I'm still afraid of what will happen. If Meng Yuanzhen succeeds, there will be no way for me, game and jou Chia."

Lord Luo narrowed his eyes gently. "Has Meng Yanqi been solved?"

"It's been solved long ago. I'm reunited with imperial concubine Chen in the sky," Luo Ninghai lowered her eyes. "Your one..."

"I knew you had killed the messenger I sent." Lord Luo looked at her with the rest of his eyes. "Your child is different from your brother. I knew you were better than your brother when I was young. Although you are a woman, you can also achieve great achievements. That's why I let you enter the palace."

There was no emotion in Luo Ninghai's eyes, "I know what my father means. But my brother is also poor for Rosie..."

Lord Luo frowned unhappily. "What bothers me most is that Rosie, which makes me lose the chance to marry other families. It's no use even if you kill others. It's a pity to have such a good man."

Luo Ninghai is obviously reluctant to mention these. Quickly changed the topic, "well... How are you going to continue to act? There are rebels outside the palace to deal with. It's too dangerous to plot against Meng Yuanzhen. He should deal with Meng Qianchong first."

Lord Luo waved his hand again and again and said, "Meng Yuanzhen has excellent martial arts. I don't know where he has gone at this time. As for the emperor Meng Qianchong, we naturally have to do it ourselves. Only in this way can we have a sense of achievement. I've been busy a lot just to see him fall from the throne with my own eyes."

Luo Ninghai was silent for a long time and said in a mute voice, "it's you who give advice to Meng Qianzhong about the Mu family army?"

"I thought you always knew," Lord Luo smiled with a cruel look in his eyes. "Meng Qianzhong has always been sensitive and suspicious. I just provoked a few words, and he couldn't stand it."

"My father is still the most powerful. I sigh Furu," Luo Ninghai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "How does my father want game to succeed?"

"Our appearance is nothing more than the prince forcing the palace," Lord Luo looked at her meaningfully. "There is only one prince of game in the harem. Naturally, he is the prince, who is below one person and above ten thousand people. It is orthodox for the prince to inherit the great cause."

"Kill your father and inherit the throne," Luo Ninghai sighed faintly. "I don't know how people who record this history will write it?"

"The historians are all our people. You still care about these. Meng Qianzhong and the former empress dowager tore up the imperial edict of the former Emperor. It's different. The Luo family is the backer of the game after sitting on the throne with Mu family army for so long."

"Where is Meng Yuanzhen hiding now?" Luo Ninghai pursed her lips. "If you don't catch him, there will be endless trouble."

"I've sent all the dark troops in the imperial palace to find it. Such a big man can't disappear for no reason," Lord Luo paused and looked at her in the twinkling of an eye. "The man from the state of Qin around you seems not simple."

Luo Ninghai was stunned and vaguely covered up the past. "She's just a person from the state of Qin. She won't hinder our great cause. What do you care about her?"

"No, that's not a simple person from the state of Qin. Before my people surrounded the Donghua palace, someone saw her go in. If she hadn't gone to the palace, I wouldn't know where Meng Qianchong was," Lord Luo seemed to look through her heart. "What does that person from the state of Qin have to do with Meng Qianchong?"

Luo Ninghai asked suspiciously, "you said Xue ronghua entered Donghua palace. Where is Meng Qianzhong now? Have you imprisoned him?"

"Meng Qianchong is imprisoned in Donghua palace. Besides, isn't the temple a place where mu Langhua's memorial tablet is enshrined? What are you doing there?" Lord Luo looked like he wouldn't stop. "Don't leave a disaster around you."

"No, she is not a disaster. She once helped me remove Su Rushuang. She is also my helper. You don't have to care. When Meng Qianchong dies and Meng Boyi inherits the throne, she will go back to the state of Qin with Duan Wang."

After listening to her explanation, Lord Luo couldn't find any flaws, so he said, "since I'm friendly with you, I don't worry, but speaking of Mu Langhua, I'm very glad. If she was still in the world, Meng Yuanzhen and I wouldn't attack so easily, would you?"

Luo Ninghai smiled awkwardly, "how old was I at that time and how many things I could remember."

"The moonlight is just right tonight," Zhuang Youyi sat in the courtyard with a peach blossom wine. "It's a good night to drink."

Penglai hall is worthy of being the most remote place in the imperial palace. There is no smell of blood outside. Jinge iron horse has never stepped here. Only golden osmanthus on the branches and a bright moon hanging on the treetops accompany the beauty under the trees.

Linlang poured a glass of wine for her. "When did your mother brew sweet scented osmanthus wine? I don't know yet."

"After Jiang Jinwen died, I began to make wine. Just at this time, I took it out to drink," Zhuang Youyi took a sip with a low eyebrow and couldn't help smacking her mouth. "Try it, too. Their big troops don't know when they will come. We can be natural and unrestrained day by day."

Linlang was joking with her. Her eyes inadvertently floated over the root of the wall and screamed uncontrollably, "madam, look over there, what's over there..."

Zhuang Youyi had drunk her eyes and looked slightly drunk in the direction of her fingers. She whispered, "what are you talking about? Who else will come to Penglai hall at this time? Should it be those people..."

"No," Lin Lang shook her head again and again. "That's a man. It seems that the man came over the wall."

Before waiting for the drunken empress, Linlang boldly walked over and screamed, "empress, come and see. It seems to be... It seems to be prince Chun."

"He..." Zhuang Youyi's heart stagnated, and she immediately widened her eyes, and the drunkenness on her face faded half, "it's Prince Chun..."

Linlang nodded and said in surprise, "it's really Prince Chun, but how did he climb over the wall to Penglai hall? He seems to have been seriously injured. My maid went to find someone to carry him."

"Never, it would be terrible if others knew it was him."

Zhuang Youyi pressed her strong beating heart and slowly walked to the paralyzed man. She held her breath and turned him over like trying to untie his mask. At the moment when she saw him full of scars, the face she missed every day and night made her eyes turn red and almost shed tears.

Linlang patted her on the shoulder. "If we don't let others come, we'll carry him into the house."

Zhuang Youyi sucked her nose, mixed feelings in her heart, bit her lips and said, "OK, let's carry him in. We can't let anyone know his existence. He should escape."

The two men hurriedly lifted a tall man with all hands and feet. When they were gritting their teeth to support him, unexpectedly, he stood up and leaned against her shoulder.

"Yuan Zhen..." Zhuang Youyi subconsciously clenched her lips, "Prince Chun."

"Don't you call me Yuan Zhen," Meng Yuan Zhen Qiang squeezed a smile and opened his clear eyes, "call me Yuan Zhen in the future. I'm no longer Prince Chun."

Zhuang Youyi finally burst into tears. "What's the matter with you? Don't you have many rebels? How can you be hurt like this? Aren't you very good at martial arts?"

Meng Yuanzhen smiled reassuringly at her, "don't ask me. I'm not badly hurt."

Zhuang Youyi took a deep breath and his voice was dripping softly. "I miss you very much. You're finally back. I thought I'd never see you again."

"How can it be? I think there are you here and my throne. I have to support my return," Meng Yuanzhen sniffed the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance in her hair. "The sweet scented osmanthus in Penglai hall are all in bloom. Why are you still drinking peach blossom wine? It should be the same as sweet scented osmanthus wine."

Zhuang Youyi pursed her lips and said angrily, "don't talk about osmanthus and peach blossoms. You'd better go into my bedroom to heal."

Linlang hurriedly held half of his body, "Prince Chun, you can be more careful."

"Linlang, you're here too," Meng Yuanzhen looked back at her. "Your presence shows that your master has been living well recently. General Zhuang died of illness in the army. I'm worried that your master can't come back."

"Don't talk too much," Zhuang Youyi raised her hand to cover his mouth and winked at Lin Lang, "let's caress him into the bedroom quickly, otherwise it's bad to be seen by others."

Meng Yuanzhen said with a faint smile, "you are still most worried about me. It doesn't matter. My body is OK. I can still go."

"No, we'd better hold you a little, or we'll fall to the ground," Zhuang Youyi picked up most of his body regardless. "Linlang, look at him."

Meng Yuanzhen looked at her helplessly. "You have nothing to do in the palace. Meng Qianzhong should not dare to do to you."

"I don't have anything," Zhuang Youyi lowered her eyes and sobbed gently, "it's just Jinwen she..."

Meng Yuanzhen gently closed his eyes, his chest fluctuated constantly, and opened it with a soothing smile. "It's okay, don't mention the previous things again, as long as you don't have anything. I've been thinking about you since I received her bad news."

The melting moonlight sprinkled on his face full of blue and purple scars. Zhuang Youyi had a long lost sweet smile on her lips. "It's good. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy, sunny and round. It's difficult to complete this matter. I hope people will last for a long time and have a beautiful relationship for thousands of miles. I'll wait for you."

Meng Yuanzhen raised his hand and touched her cheek. "Thousands of miles are beautiful together. I was injured. When I went all the way to Penglai hall and climbed over the wall, I saw the bright moon. Thinking of you in it, I felt that everything was nothing."

Zhuang Youyi sighed with a low eyebrow, "don't let me run away from falling flowers."

Linlang listened carefully to their dialogue and couldn't help smiling. After waiting for so long, she was able to finally see the cloud opening and the moon opening of her young lady, and she didn't live up to so much waiting.

"The peach blossom wine smells good. When I get well, I must have a few drinks with you."