Chapter 47 No one in the world believes it anymore

In the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant, there was an old man in a sky blue long shirt sitting on the green jade case. At this moment, he was patting the three-foot rotten wood and talking: "A month ago, there was a rumor that the fourth prince of Languo accidentally fell off the cliff and died. I don't know if everyone still remembers it? At that time, Lan Huang was hit by the pain of losing his son and fell to the ground. Thanks to the rescue of the doctor, he saved his life in time. After waking up, he was not as powerful and domineering as he was in those years. His whole body seemed to be ten years old in an instant, but the eldest prince of Languo began to embark on the road of superintendent.

There were a lot of well-informed people in the hall and nodded quickly: "I know, it is said that the fourth prince looks similar to the famous Queen Muyang in those years. It's a pity that he died young at such a young age."

Seeing someone's cooperation, the gentleman nodded with satisfaction, and the feather fan made his white hair flutter. He closed his white beard and continued, "Before that, there is another big thing that everyone must have heard of. That is, the engagement between the prince of Lan and the princess of Cang. The union of the prince is never called marriage, but marriage. Although the two seem to be similar, in fact, they are much worse. The meaning of them is not much.

Listen to the guests nod, don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about politics, just listen to stories.

Mr. lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and his white eyebrows were reflected in the small square world of the cup, and the general situation upstairs. There were water ripples in his moist eyes under his half-covered eyelashes. He looked up and smiled, "What we want to say today is called: Rebirth. Half of the cliff is broken into mortal bones, re-condensing the emperor's body!"

"Rebirth?" A listener immediately smiled and said, "Is it true that there are people in the world who have come back from the dead? Did you borrow the corpse to return the soul? Or did you just become a zombie and jump out of the coffin? After saying that, the man laughed. Everyone in the hall also laughed happily.

The corners of his mouth were upturned, and he reached out to touch the long beard of his jaw. As he touched it, several white beards fell off in his palm. Seeing that everyone's eyes were staring at the fallen hair on his hand, the gentleman coughed awkwardly and sighed sadly, "This man is old and windy, and even his hair has fallen down. It's really time to make people old, and they don't wait to be proud when they are born!"

Red sandalwood, this man is really good at pretending.

Mr.'s eyes deliberately or unintentionally strangled the upstairs, and immediately looked at everyone with a smile. The rotten wood patted the green jade case. He shook his head and sighed, "Who has ever thought, who has ever thought, alas, this story starts from the night of Queen Xijin's birthday three days ago."

The bright glazed lamp hung all over the imperial garden of the palace. A plate of exquisite dishes was placed on the table made of first-class pear wood. The graceful dancer's long sleeves flew over, and the men sat straight and looked straight.

The delicate jade held the jade pot in her hand, and the water flowed slowly into the gold cup in the curved mouth. The purple gem on the forehead of the brocade was brilliant. She smiled and was elegant. Xianzhi picked up the jade cup and raised it in front of her. She said, "Your Majesty can celebrate Jin's birthday. Jin is really flattered. In those years, I only saw your majesty's deep love for my sister, and he was very considerate. Now Jin can have this honor. I don't know how to be grateful. This glass of wine should be Jin's sincerity. I hope your majesty will drink it.

Wu Canghong's heroic face lost the old look, and the domineering spirit was as emptied balloons. He reached out and took the jade cup and drank it up. His hand hung down weakly. The cup rolled twice on the table and was held up by a pair of slender hands.

The exquisite makeup made her whole body shine brightly, and the corners of her mouth hooked the right curvature. She laughed and said, "Your Majesty, are you tired of it? Is it good for Jin to go down and have a rest with you?"

Wu Canghong waved his hand, although his body leaning on the big chair of Jinluan showed tiredness. He said sarcastically, "I won't work hard. I'm not dead yet. I can hold on."

With a delicate eyebrows raised, she didn't seem to hear his sarcasm. The enchanting body was close to him, and she whispered in his ear, "Your eldest son killed your youngest son. Do you want to know what else he wants to do next?"

Wu Canghong's body was shocked, and the breath in his ear made him a little uneasy. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't do this. Juelan, isn't Juelan the person you sent? And the poison on my body."

He shot his eyes at her like a knife: "You, a snake and scorpion woman, it's not enough to hurt Ruixin. Thanks to her taking care of you so much in those years, now she doesn't even let go of all the people she care about. Even if you are really cold-blooded and careless, do you really do such a ruthless thing with such peace of mind?

Her perfect smile was stiff for a moment, but it soon became brighter. She smiled and said, "What if I said it wasn't me?" The eyes flashed, half true and half false.

Wu Canghong sneered: "Only Ruixin will believe your words. Unfortunately, she died in your hands. Nowadays, no one in the world will foolishly believe you.

No one in the world will believe you anymore. Every expression on her delicate cheeks was perfect. She gently tidied the hair on the crown with her water-colored Dankou's fingers. She blew cold air into his ear and smiled, "I have never believed anyone. Your Majesty, you will know soon, you will understand soon, soon...

"What soon?" Wu Canghong suddenly panicked. Looking at her, she smiled and said no.

"You will soon see the most beautiful song and dance in the world, Father." Wu Canghen's voice just inserted at this time.

Wu Canghong turned his head. He suddenly raised his voice just now. No wonder his eldest son answered. Looking at the back of Jin, who had sat back in his position, he waved his hand and said, "Biography."

"The ancient charm dances--" The eunuch's sharp voice was full of penetration, layer by layer, as if there was an endless echo.

The colorful Ling belt flew in from all directions and intersects in the center of the field. The slim women gently stepped on the Ling Belt and floated to the distance of an arm in the center. They suddenly stopped, and then fell down layer by layer like a lotus flower, and suddenly propped up into a bud waiting to bloom.

With a "touch", colorful butterflies exploded from the buds, the heart of a hundred butterflies, and a woman's long sleeves in a fiery red and tight long skirt swept away. The poppy on the woman's forehead flashed with some kind of demagogic light under the glazed lamp. The lotus-shaped fiery red chest exposed the woman's proud body. The upturned corners of her eyes and her smiling eyes seemed to convey something but nothing like it.

The fiery red long-sleeved sleeves fly over, either rotate the body, fold the waist, or fall to the ground. Every movement tightly grabs everyone's eyes, which makes people unable to stop.

The corners of Jin's lips were raised and smiled at the person next to him, "It's worthy of being the first beauty. After all, she has some ability. No wonder the scars will be enchanted by her."

Speaking of this, Wu Canghong's eyes were cold and he looked in the direction of his eldest son. Sure enough, he stared at the ancient charmer. He snorted coldly, "Fengchen woman, how can an empty pair of skins match the natural pure blood?"

Jin Hou knew such a smile. She looked at him and said, "You are still like this. But why didn't you think of this for her? A woman who happened to meet in the snow, you don't know her identity, so you resolutely want her. But you can't tolerate others to do this, that's this kind of arbitrariness. Ha ha, do you know? You asked for everything today.

With her slender, water-colored Danko's fingers lightly, Wu Canghong turned his head and looked at it, and his face, which had not changed, suddenly changed greatly.

At the beginning, he only saw a few ministers lying down. It was normal to be drunk, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Now, looking at more than half of the banquet, his heart is even more flustered.

"What on earth have you done?" Without caring about anything, he rushed hard and stuck her in the neck.

Unexpectedly, the woman under her was still a face with a perfect smile, and she didn't see any panic. She gently spit out her words from her throat. He was even more inexplicable, and his hand was tighter. She smiled and said, "You are still the same. You still can't understand."

What can't you understand? What on earth is she talking about? He stared into his eyes and was about to breathe fire.

"Father." Wu Canghong's cry calmed down a little, and he pushed the woman in his hand away fiercely. In a blink of an eye, I found that the song and dance had stopped at some point. Gu Meier stood in the center of the scene, and the whole audience saw them.

With a deep breath, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Canghen suddenly smiled. There was no evil spirit, which was completely different from his usual gentleness. Wu Cang Hong was stared and listened to his most obedient eldest son before he reflected, "Father, you are old."

He is only in his thirties and said that he is old. Is it because of his recent physical abnormality that makes everyone think that he is not good? Wu Canghong's eyes were cold. He said in a cold voice, "Xu'er, have you drunk too much today?"

Wu Canghen is still smiling, and the white scholar's face shows a little twisted excitement under this smile. He pulled out a roll of yellow cloth from his sleeve robe and walked a few steps to the top of the case. Laying the cloth rolled up in his hand flat on the desk, he bent down and leaned aggressively in front of the man in a dragon robe: "Father, you are old, pass on the throne."

Pass the position, these words directly hit his brain. The face in front of him is the face of the eldest son who has always been the most obedient, and the face of his most trusted eldest prince. Now he tells him to pass the throne. Wu Canghong's voice was so cold that he could freeze. He gritted his teeth word by word and said, "You are usurping a throne!"

He pressed his body lower, put the bright yellow cloth closer in front of him with his fingers, and said in a cold voice, "Huh, what is the usurpation of a certain dynasty? Be careful, I'll kill my father to take the throne!"

"You, you." Wu Canghong's chest heaved violently and looked at him in disbelief.

"I, what am I?" He smiled evilly: "What, don't you believe it? Let me tell you, I've killed Juelan. Are you afraid of not killing you?"

What? He opened his eyes wide in an instant, and his hands pointed at him tremblingly: "You, you beast! He didn't even let go of his own brother.

His youngest son died at the hands of his eldest son. Fortunately, he thought it was that woman. The woman, the corner of his eyes, turned, and the position that should have been her was empty.