The frost and dew are heavy on the autumn night, on the top of Li Mountain, outside the residence of Shangguan Wan'er, the maple leaves are bright red, like the first blood of a plain girl.

The sound of coquettish cries and wheezing was clearly audible in the quiet of the night, enveloping the whole garden in a pale pink ambiguity.

A pair of men and women who love the sky and hate the sea in the heart of the palace and love the parting drama finally got a tryst, lingering wildly, and forgetting to die.

At the beginning of the shower, Shangguan Wan'er beckoned a maid to come over, and placed a low table next to the round bed, on which there was a pot of warm wine boiled with apricots and a tripod-shaped wine cup, she lazily stretched out her round and white arm, green onion two fingers, picked up the wine cup, and gently sent it to Quan Ce's lips.

"Good Langjun, but I'm tired, Wan'er feeds you to drink" Shangguan Wan'er's voice was a little hoarse, her hair was wet with hot sweat, and she was attached to her snow-white forehead, with an inexplicable amorous taste.

Kwon Ce lowered his head and took a sip, but instead of swallowing, he leaned down and grabbed her red lips and shared them with her.

Shangguan Wan'er drank it sweetly, hugged him very happily and fluttered twice, raised her head suddenly, and chuckled twice, "Good Langjun, this maid is called Mo Nu."

Quan Ce's eyes were like stars, and he just watched her silently, with a little tiredness, and indescribable gentleness and spoiling, and he didn't have emotional fluctuations because there was another maid in the slave generation.

Shangguan Wan'er threw herself into his arms, arching and arching, and even the two jade feet kicked and beat together, like a happy little piglet, and waved her hands behind her to let the ink slave retreat.

"Good Langjun, Wu Sansi is finally dead, this day, the slave has waited too long" Shangguan Wan'er whispered, relieved.

Quan Ce frowned, and with some strength with both hands, he hugged her tightly, and blamed himself a little, "I just thought I didn't care, so you wouldn't think about it anymore, but I forgot that he has always been a scar on you, but this matter is mine, I should have sent His Royal Highness King Liang across the bridge to exchange my family Wan'er for a comfortable one."

"Giggles" Shangguan Wan'er chuckled twice, but shook her head, and suddenly became calm and serious, "He's not a scar, at best it's just a little dust in his brain......"

"My good Lang Jun, Wan'er is different from others, Wan'er is not only your pillow gift, but also your companion, fighting with a sword and a knife, overcoming thorns and thorns, Wan'er will never lose to a man, Wu Sansi is declining step by step, dying, revenge is only sooner or later, why disrupt Lang Jun's rhythm for a little time, with variables?"

Quan Ce listened quietly, closed his eyes, and whispered softly, "The Great Dao of Reincarnation is unfathomable, and I don't know what kind of fate I formed in my previous life and what merit I made......

Shangguan Wan'er straightened her sideburns, pressed her cheeks against his chest, listened to his powerful heartbeat, her whole body was soft and ironed, her mind was peaceful, and her mouth was like wisps, "Wan'er doesn't know it, but Wan'er's merit must have been done with Lang Jun......"

Quan Ce rubbed lightly on her smooth shoulder, and said with a smile, "Wan'er loves to come with me the most, you can watch the wind rise, however, in the end, the wind is getting smaller and smaller, and it is difficult to see the rain of arrows on the iron horse, will you be disappointed?" ”

Shangguan Wan'er was already breathing steadily, Han Han was about to sleep, and was suddenly disturbed by Quan Ce, a little squeamish, slapped on him, ridiculed and ridiculed, "Lang Jun can last for many years, Wan'er is already extremely satisfied, the man is just and yang, but in the way of long-term, he has his own congenital deficiencies, Wan'er's Lang Jun is even more majestic and steep, looking down on the group, but it is difficult to make exceptions, Wan'er has deep love, what can it be?" It's just that I understand Lang Jun."

Quan Ce was choked enough, coughed dryly, stared at this monster girl with wide eyes, and a little dangerous smile appeared on his face, "Okay, Wan'er is really heroic, graceful and generous, and I want to thank you for your understanding, it's just that the great cause has no waves, and I can't make trouble on the ground, but on another matter, I think I can work harder and verify ......it."

As he spoke, Quan Ce turned over and stood up, and his sturdy body seemed to be enveloped by a huge shadow.

Shangguan Wan'er looked up at him, her throat was inexplicably tight, her red lips pursed, and she smiled dryly, "Good Langjun, it's not too early, it's time to rest, get up early and Wan'er has to go back to the palace on an errand......"

Quan Ce sneered, "Shangguan Zhaorong, if you are a small congenital deficient, you should also do your best, and don't let Zhaorong's understanding go down the drain."

"Ah......h

A high-pitched moan came out, the wind and waves rose again, and the Mo Nu who was waiting outside the door had red cheeks and twisted his body uncomfortably.

After a night of wind and rain, the two entered the palace with their front and back feet and appeared in front of the martial arts.

The air pressure in the Furong Building is extremely low, compared to Wu Chenghe's courage and ambition, Wu Sansi has a sweet tongue, and he is used to flattering, and he is more favored by the elders, and his death touches the heart of the Empress Wu.

"Think twice, pitiful, the only surviving heir is already a wasted person, and the incense is cut off, which is very pitiful"

Quan Ce was silent.

Empress Wu looked at him blankly for a long time, and then he stretched out his hand sluggishly, picked away the music on the imperial case, only glanced at it, and then closed it violently, unable to bear to read.

The song is jointly signed by Li Dan and Di Renjie.

For a long time, the joint performance of the two of them has not had a good thing, which makes the Empress Wu deeply hated in her heart.

“…… King Liang was killed in the inner curtain, the culprit was the maidservant of the bed, after investigation, this woman was offered by Wu Shangbao, the king of Hejian...... Fearing that they would miss the opportunity, the sons and others besieged the Hejian Palace, and the people inside were tortured one by one, and found out that the case of the night attack and arson assassination of the Liang Wangfu was also committed by Wu Shangbao......"

"The motives of the sons and others seem to be related to the entanglement of interests, the king of Hejian once secretly served as a member of the king of Liang, ran for it, suffered many times, and even fell off a horse and broke his leg, the king of Liang had no intention of sheltering, nor did he comfort and forgive, so that the grudge became an enmity......"

"Hehehe, it's seamless, it's reasonable" Empress Wu sneered, facing the sky on her back, a little bored.

She didn't believe a word of the above words, but she didn't have the heart to track down and control the scene, so she could only push the boat down the river and admit their words, but these ugly things.

As for avenging her nephew, don't even mention it, she has already thought it through, those who killed her children, nephews and grandchildren were all her children and nephews, without exception.

"Quan Ce, Wan'er, I intend to choose a son in the clan to succeed to the name of Sansi, inherit the title of King Liang, and worship blood food, do you think, whose son is suitable?"

Shangguan Wan'er smiled and didn't say a word.

Quan Ce didn't want to ink on this matter, but seeing that Empress Wu was very important, and he was not rash, he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, it is a matter of clan blood, and it is inconvenient for the ministers to say more, please forgive your Majesty for talking too much, and the ministers think that the King of Wei, Yan'an and Yanhui are not suitable candidates."

"Why?"

Empress Wu frowned, when it came to intimacy, Wu Chenghei, King of Wei, and Wu Sansi, King of Liang, were cousins of the same ancestor, and their bloodlines were the closest, and Wu Yanan and Wu Yanhui happened to be untitled, which was quite suitable.

"I don't want to see the people in the underground uneasy, and I don't want the gods to be in turmoil again," Quan Ce replied very briefly.

Underground people, Wu Chengsi and Wu Sansi are incompatible, they will not be happy, besides, Wu Yanji is currently standing behind Li Chongjun, if Wu Yan'an or Wu Yanhui go to Shendu to inherit the Liang Palace, then, even if Li Dan will not be targeted, Li Chongjun will not let go of this opportunity to expand his power, and he will inevitably involve them in the cusp.

Empress Wu pondered for a long time, suddenly covered her face with her hands, and whined.

All kinds of injustices, the roots are all on the dragon chair, and they are all buried by her own hands.

Quan Ce sighed and exchanged glances with Shangguan Wan'er.

Shangguan Wan'er understood what he meant, and glanced at him three ways with bad intentions, as if she had some doubts.

Seeing that Quan Ce's expression was a little ruthless, she giggled, waved her hand, and retreated with the palace maids in the palace.

The doors and windows were covered one by one.