Dandere General and his Lord

The lord's soft body leaned against him, and Mo Qiaosheng froze.

He deliberately wanted to raise his arms to comfort the lord, who rarely showed his weak side. But the arm seemed to be petrified and could not be lifted at all.

He had to stammer: "Why, how come, there is no better master than you in this world."

"To be a qualified monarch, you cannot have too many personal feelings. The interests of the country must always be placed above personal interests."

Cheng Qianye opened her eyes, she left the warm support and sat up straight,

"I am self-willed. But if I were to sit here and watch Zhang Fu die, I would rather choose to be self-willed once."

"Lord, you..." Mo Qiaosheng knew in his heart that it was going to be bad. The determination he had finally built up seemed to be easily disintegrated under the gentle words of the lord, so he could only make his last effort, "Just for Is it worth saving someone's life?"

Cheng Qianye pulled out a small amethyst from his purse and placed it on the table. Then he threw the other gems aside with a clatter and gathered them into a pile.

"Qiaosheng, look." Cheng Qianye compared the solitary crystal and the small gems of various colors clustered around it, "If this represents life, let you save one party and send the other party to die, Which would you choose?"

"Naturally, it is the party with more people."

"Then what if this single gem is me?" Cheng Qianye pointed at the amethyst.

"Then I must choose the lord." Mo Qiaosheng stretched out his palm and pushed the pile of gems aside.

"So, there is no right or wrong in life, and there is no absolute right or wrong in people's choices. It just depends on your original intention. This time I want to follow my own intention, and I want to save Zhang Fu."

Cheng Qianye looked directly at Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiaosheng, help me. Only if you deter the Quanjun people on the battlefield can I win the negotiation."

Mo Qiaosheng knelt down and held Cheng Qianye's hand. He opened his mouth several times, but was speechless, and finally nodded with difficulty.

Cheng Qianye held up his face and kissed him lightly.

"Don't cry, Qiaosheng. Every time you go out, my mood is the same as yours at the moment. This time, you stand behind me and look at me. Okay?"

...

Cheng Feng received the frame of the Princess Qianye halfway.

The guard of honor the princess traveled with was surprisingly rudimentary.

No, she didn't have a guard of honor at all, not even a maid who was with her, she just sat alone in the carriage.

Mo Qiaosheng brought a few entourages and escorted them by car.

The princess has a distinguished status, and Cheng Feng led the carefully selected accompanying guards to greet her and knelt down to greet her.

The curtain was lifted, revealing half of the Hibiscus face.

Cheng Feng didn't dare to look up, only vaguely saw in the car window, the black brocade collar lined the neck of a bullying Shuang Aoxue, and then a little red lips, smiling beautifully.

"On the way, I will trouble Cheng Zuosu and everyone." A soft voice sounded.

Cheng Feng was humble in his mouth, but was startled in his heart.

The princess's voice is so similar to the lord's, it is indeed a twin brother and sister.

He glanced at Mo Qiaosheng, who was on the side, and asked, "Where's the lord?"

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiaosheng turned a deaf ear, his eyes seemed to turn red, and he stared straight at Princess Qianye's car window without any courtesy.

Cheng Feng led the convoy out a long way, and when he looked back, Mo Qiaosheng was still holding the horse and stood there dumbfounded.

Qiaosheng, what happened? Cheng Feng shook his head.

Cheng Qianye sat in the carriage and touched his hair. He hadn't dressed up for a long time, and he wasn't used to it. She was quite skilled in makeup and dressing up in her previous life, but the hairstyles of women in this period made her a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the hairstyles of Jin women were relatively simple, as long as they had a pair of temples in the middle of the long braids and some accessories on their heads.

If Yao Tianxiang was in the country of Wei, or the country of Song, she needed to comb through the layers of clouds, then she would not be able to bear it.

However, thinking of the long-awaited expression that Qiaosheng showed when he saw her walking out in Quju dark clothes, it still greatly satisfied her vanity.

Cheng Qianye lifted the curtain of the car and looked back, the black figure was still standing straight at the end of the road, refusing to leave.

Cheng Qianye was also a little nervous about going to Haojing.

But at this moment, seeing Mo Qiaosheng's figure sending her from afar, she was inexplicably full of confidence.

She clenched her fist and said to herself in her heart: I can, I will definitely bring Zhang Fu back.

Inside the great prison of the Qiuguan Office in Haojing,

Bu Zang Pei Zhen looked at the Han man hanging on the shelf in front of him, feeling agitated for a while.

He remembered that he had been fooled around by this powerless Zhang Fu, and Mr. Zhang, whom he once admired, called him short, and his heart was filled with fire.

I can't wait to whip him or beat him to death.

But this person is a weak scholar who can't stand the punishment. After tossing a few times, he is already half-dead. If he makes a bad move, maybe he will send someone to the west, then he will be blamed by his aunt. .

The queen mother is not in a good mood recently, and she can't even provoke her.

I don't know what my aunt was thinking, since her face was torn, her Majesty was banned, and the queen died, and the entire Liang family was wiped out. Why do you still keep this Han man's life?

That

The man with his head hanging on the shelf opened his mouth slightly, and a mouthful of blood dripped down in a line.

"I said, don't be stubborn, can't you just be honest? I don't have time to accompany you to toss with you." Pei Zhen frowned and said.

Zhang Fu raised his head and took a breath: "What does the general want to ask? Fu Zhi has nothing to say."

Bu Zang Pei Zhen stood on his feet and waved his hand: "Then tell me, why did you betray the Queen Mother?"

Zhang Fu said weakly, "I already said it, because Your Majesty lured him with a lot of money."

"Nonsense." Wuzang Pei Zhen patted his thigh, "You are obviously a detailed work sent by the Marquis of Jinyue to provoke the mother-son relationship between the Queen Mother and Her Majesty!"

Zhang Fumian smiled qiáng: "As long as the general thinks it is, that is, just ask the general to be merciful and leave me a small life."

"Are you kidding me?" Buzang Pei Zhen jumped up and grabbed Zhang Fu's face, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

The face in his hand was bloodless and breathless.

Without hiding Pei Zhen, I really didn't dare to use force, for fear that a single effort would kill the person.

He waved his hand irritably, and said to the warden beside him, "Come here, come here, use your tricks to deal with him that will only make people hurt and won't make people die."

Old Li Bai sat bored in the corner of the cell.

The adjacent door was opened by the jailer.

An unconscious man was dragged in and thrown to the ground.

"Brother, Brother Zhang, are you okay?" Lao Li called to the "neighbor" who would distribute food to him

Zhang Fu lay motionless on his stomach, no new injuries could be seen on his body, but the pale complexion and the cold sweat on his head indicated that he had suffered cruel torture.

"Damn, those beasts will use these inferior methods." Old Li spat.

The author has something to say: Cheng Qianye: You stupid author, can you write? I'm a heroine anyway, except for the first chapter I'm wearing a skirt for the second time, you say I'm not wronged.

Chapter 83

Old Li stretched out his arms from the gap between the railings, barely reaching Zhang Fu's clothes.

He dragged Zhang Fu over little by little, pinched Zhang Fu's mouth across the railing, and poured two mouthfuls of water down.

The water flowed out from the corner of Zhang Fu's mouth, and he didn't respond when he was unconscious.

Lao Li shook his head and sighed: "Alas, another useless one."

In the evening, the jailers distributed meals to each cell.

After the jailer left,

Old Li Yigulu pulled out a branch hidden under the gān haystack. He squeezed between the two railings, tilted his head, stretched his arms, and pulled out the two white-faced buns in Zhang Fu's bowl. , all the way carefully rolled in front of him.

He happily grabbed the two steamed buns, rubbed the ashes on them, put them in his arms, and sat down.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to eat this kind of bun for a few more days." He muttered, chewing slowly and eating a white bun.

After grabbing the second one, Old Li turned his head to look at Zhang Fu lying there, and then at Bai Mo in his hand.

After thinking about it, he finally broke off a small piece, stretched out his hand across the railing, and stuffed it into Zhang Fu's mouth.

"Eat, can you swallow it? If you can't even eat the white buns, you won't be saved." He looked at the bloodless "neighbor" and added in a low voice, "Aren't you still waiting for someone to fish it out? You? If you don't eat it, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait."