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"Are you sure you want to force me?" Zhou Ji's smile became colder and colder, and the coldness penetrated into his bones, like a clear sky turned into dark clouds, which was extremely frightening.

"What do you think is the difference between your appearance and a street hooligan?" Meng Yan held back for a long time, but he really didn't know how to swear, so he could only blame him with the word "market hooligan" that he heard from the palace people. As soon as he blurted out the words, he felt that his tone was too blunt, and he lowered his eyes, with a hint of regret.

"Hooligans?" Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows, the anger in his heart was like a flood that opened the gate, and it was difficult to suppress. He tore off the bed curtain to cover the extremely ambiguous posture of the two on the bed. From the outside, it was just thin. Being turned into red waves from time to time.

"You... what are you going to do?" Meng Yan was secretly startled.

"Since you have said that I am a hooligan in the market, I will not do anything. I am afraid that I am sorry for the title? My dear sir, don't you think so?" He pressed his lute bone with one hand, and walked around wantonly Walking, just when he was about to reach somewhere under him, a ferocious palm wind swept over him, throwing him off the bed and staggering.

"From now on, you are no longer my disciple of Meng Yan."

When Zhou Ji raised his head, Meng Yan's voice came from his ears, the usual gentleness was no longer there, which added to his annoyance. Zhou Ji was very proud of his discovery, and secretly admired that he could annoy him. The merit is immeasurable.

"Where are you going?" Seeing Meng Yan about to leave with the Futu sword in hand, Zhou Ji panicked and grabbed his sleeve without thinking.

"Go back to Mount Dai in Jiangling." Meng Yan said without turning his head.

Zhou Ji was in a hurry at first, but when he heard what he said, he simply let go, and smiled mockingly with his lips curled up. Watching him stepping out of the threshold, Zhou Ji said sadly, "If you leave the palace, I will kill a thousand people. If I leave Pingcheng, I will kill tens of thousands of people."

At this time, a little eunuch was passing by, Zhou Ji rushed out, grabbed his sleeve, and threw the little eunuch to the ground, stomping on his face with his feet. After seeing the bloodstains, Zhou Ji said: "If you don't believe me, I will start killing him."

There was pain in Meng Yan's eyes, and the long sword fell on Zhou Ji, "What are you going to do? What does this matter have to do with him, why do you want to torture him?"

Zhou Ji got up from the ground, his steps were unsteady, and he staggered from side to side, "If you saved him, could you also save thousands of people in the world? You can control me for a while, but don't want to control me." A generation!"

"...If you let him go, I will stay." Meng Yan sighed weakly.

"It's late." Taking advantage of his inattention, Zhou Ji drew out his sword, killing the little eunuch who was still screaming in an instant.

Blood was spilled on Meng Yan's boots, he stood there, motionless, the color in his eyes was taken away inch by inch, the warmth in his heart was peeled off bit by bit, pain and regret entangled him, making him crumble, and his soul shelled out .

"I've always said one thing, sir, have you forgotten?" Zhou Ji laughed, still unwilling to be reconciled, and wanted to add salt to his wounds, "Sir, sir, this is all your fault, if you didn't make noise If I want to leave, why would I kill someone? Everyone in the world knows that King Yue’s Prince Sacrifice is the most sympathetic to slaves, hahaha! You forced me! If you want retribution, it should be on your head!"

"Aren't you afraid of everyone's criticism for what His Highness the Crown Prince has done?" Someone not far away had a panoramic view of all this, and had a deep disgust for Zhou Ji, a monster with a human face and a beast's heart. He didn't even care about his own affairs, but today, he made a rare voice of dissatisfaction.

Zhou Ji was furious at this time, and when he saw Tao Lingzhang head-on, his heart trembled, "It turns out that Tao Lingzhang is the queen mother's new favorite, the painter Tao Lingzhang from the Ruyi Pavilion. What's the matter? You have a free day today, so you didn't wait on the queen mother's bed?"

Tao Lingzhang's face was cold, and he walked over, "I would like to advise His Royal Highness, although the king has few heirs, and they are not as good as the crown prince, but if His Royal Highness is blindly indulgent, is it true that the king really has no one else?" Can the son be established? Besides, the Meng family in Jiangling is the big dipper in the Jianghu, and they are highly respected. If His Royal Highness offends them, he will be crowned king in the future, how can he be a long-term monarch?"

"It's none of your business if I teach my people a lesson?" Zhou Ji said coldly.

"The frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know that Mr. Meng has become the prince. If the king hears about it, how would he feel?" Tao Lingzhang was expressionless, standing against the wind, his clothes fluttering with the wind, proudly like an ice lotus.

"What is this prince afraid of? At least this prince does not covet his father's woman, and some people..." Zhou Ji didn't take it seriously, retorted, and stopped the words in a timely manner, giving people unlimited room for imagination.

"Enough!" Meng Yan shouted, his eyes changed from blank and empty to slowly filled. When he looked at Zhou Ji, his expression showed no ups and downs, "His Royal Highness, please leave."

His Royal Highness...

Zhou Ji's heart was tightened, and he threw the bloody long sword on the ground. He never stopped laughing, and never dared to raise his head to look at Meng Yan.

"His Royal Highness, I heard that Chen Guo was defeated in Bowangpo, and even their victorious general Xie Shenzhou was injured in both thighs. It was difficult for him to stay here, and he was forced to beg for surrender from our Yue Kingdom. It is really gratifying and congratulatory!" Guo said. Leaning outward, he kept showing favor to Zhou Ji.

In his previous life, when the First Battle of Bowangpo broke out, he was alone in the land of Bashu, throwing a feast to celebrate, following his uncle Wei Yan as an example.However, in this life, he was lucky enough to stay in Pingcheng and witness this scene with his own eyes.

He remembered that after this battle, as a show of loyalty, King Chen sent his only son Cui Ke to Yue as a hostage. Over the country.

Old friend.

When Zhou Ji thought of seeing his old enemy Cui Ke in his previous life when the Vietnamese army returned to the court in a few days, his heart was itchy and he felt an unspeakable pleasure. When he came to my territory, he must beat you to death!

Ever since he had a falling out with Meng Yan, he has always felt depressed. It was rare for him to encounter a happy event. After much deliberation, he decided to talk to Meng Yan.

After all, although the palace is big, the only person who can listen to him patiently is Meng Yan.Although, he didn't understand at all, and he didn't care what Zhou Ji said, but it would be good as long as someone listened.

"Sir, I'm here to see you." He smiled as if he was the monster who bared his teeth and claws a few days ago, but someone else. Thick-skinned and forgetful are his greatest skills and can be used the most. To show off the capital.If it hurts others, it is estimated that they have already got into the cracks in the ground, and they will never see Meng Yan again.

"Reporting to His Royal Highness, Taifu Meng has gone out." Gong Ren said, since the lesson learned from the little eunuch last time, the slaves in Yongle Palace are worried every day, for fear that Zhou Ji will come, people from other palaces and courtyards They are also afraid of being transferred here to do errands. Most of them are people who have nothing to do with each other and are unwilling to make connections, so they are sent here to do errands.

"Where can he go?" Zhou Ji smiled, Meng Yan is a person who can stay in the room for several months without going out, and there is no one he knows well in the palace, where can he go?

The palace man faltered and evasively said, "Slave... I don't know."

"Say!" Zhou Ji said in a deep voice, with a bad premonition in his heart.

"...Teacher Meng went to the Ruyi Pavilion to learn painting skills from Mr. Tao."

Zhou Ji was startled, and his eyebrows were drawn towards the center, "Okay, okay, he really started to choose a different branch to live in, okay, it's really great."

The palace people dare not speak.

Zhou Ji talked to himself for a while, and his smile was uglier than bitter, "From now on, if Meng Yan dares to step out of this Yongle Palace, the crown prince wants you to die without a place to bury you!"

With trembling teeth, he fell to his knees, "Yes, yes, yes!"

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I will make it up tomorrow, the list is so rough written, after the full text is finished, I must revise it, and I can't always use emotions.And there is no time to modify it,,, rush to the list. . . .