The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

When Zhao Lingyun was waiting outside the palace gate, Qian Kun still came over and asked him uneasy: "What should I do after seeing the Lord? Have you thought about it?"

Zhao Lingyun: "I'm thinking about it."

Qian Kun: "It's been a while, haven't you thought about it?"

Zhao Lingyun: "It's okay, don't worry, Brother Qian."

Qian Kun: "..."

Shouldn't it be you who is in a hurry? Why am I worried?

Zhao Lingyun: "Tonight, if things can become a big deal, then forget it, or else don't think about who is **** good."

Qian Kun was taken aback by Zhao Lingyun's words, and asked hurriedly, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh," Zhao Lingyun said to Qian Kun, "Big Brother Qian, you know me."

Yes, I know who you are. You are the number one prodigal in Beijing, plus the **** leader. Thinking like this in his heart, Commander Qian looked at Zhao Lingyun and didn't say anything.

Zhao Lingyun: "I used to be jealous because I was afraid of being too high. I have been hiding myself."

Qian Kun is really suspicious now, the prodigal in front of him is drunk, "What are you hiding?" Qian Kun asked.

Zhao Lingyun: "I am actually a very talented person."

Commander Qian was silent again, this **** thing was not human.

Zhao Lingyun was observing Qian Kun's expression, and he was sure that he was going to tell Emperor Dongsheng like this for a while. It shouldn't be convincing. How could the saint accept the argument that Boss Qian didn't accept it?

Qian Kun said at this time: "Either you should go home."

If your mind is not awake, you might as well go home and go to sleep. Why bother to go to the imperial court and die?

Zhao Ling patted his left shoulder with his right hand, and said to Qian Kun: "The heavy responsibility lies on my shoulders, I can't go home."

The commander Qian has decided that he will not stand here with Zhao Lingyun to talk nonsense. You are a prodigal son, are you still involved in the important task? Continue to pull it off, he was afraid that the goods would tell him about Jiangshan Sheji.

The imperial army who went into the palace to help Zhao Lingyun ran back at this time.

Zhao Lingyun said to Qian Kun: "Why did he come back so quickly?"

Qian Kun: "He is the fastest runner under me. Hey, I will let someone who runs fast to inform you about it. Is it bad for you?"

Zhao Lingyun: "It's kind of, I haven't figured out how to do it yet. But forget it, what should we bother about? I owe me a drink."

Qian Kun expressionlessly said: "You still care about me. I can discount your legs now so that you can climb to Chengde Hall. As long as the sage doesn't urge you, you can climb slowly until Ming'er. It’s okay in the morning."

Zhao Lingyun laughed, "I didn't expect that, Brother Qian, you would be a joke, Qian Liu always said that you are the face and temper of the coffin board, and I will call him when I look back."

Commander Qian didn't want to talk anymore, Qian Tang wasn't a good person, otherwise he wouldn't mix with Zhao Lingyun.

"Go away," Zhao Lingyun said to Qian Kun.

Commander Qian nodded and said something in his heart, let's go.

The young imperial army followed Zhao Lingyun, who was coming to him, and said, "The Holy Lord wants you to see him."

"Thank you brother," Zhao Lingyun walked past the imperial army.

In the end, the hard-hearted Qian Kun chased him and told Zhao Lingyun: "Don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Lingyun waved his hand at Qian Kun, and said, "This is what you told me. I never talk nonsense."

Leader Qian really has nothing to do. This prodigal son doesn't buy in. He said nothing is useless.

In the imperial palace, King Fu was sitting on the road outside the Chengde Hall. Wang Shunzi held an umbrella to him and saw Zhao Lingyun walking fast along the way. Wang Shunzi seemed to have seen a savior, both eyes lit up.

Zhao Lingyun arrived, looked at the Fu Wang sitting on the ground, and asked, "You sit on the cobblestone, don't you panic in your butt?"

King Fu looked up at Zhao Lingyun and said, "Da Zhao?"

Zhao Lingyun: "It's okay, you can still recognize people, get up, my lord, what are you doing here?"

Fu Wang: "It's cool on the ground."

Zhao Lingyun asked Wang Shunzi in a low voice: "You pushed him a few somersaults, is your prince stupid?"

Wang Shunzi's face was crying, "My master didn't fall, he just stopped and went, sat on the ground, and went around the place a few times."

Zhao Lingyun dragged Fu Wang from the ground and said, "My God, the clothes are all wet, hurry up, come with me, and go to Chengde Hall to change clothes."

Zhao Lingyun took King Fu to Chengde Hall, and Wang Shunzi and a group of people followed behind them.

"You will see Shengshang later, it's good for you to be like this," Zhao Lingyun said to King Fu, "No one can be as knowledgeable as a drunkard, but don't curse."

Fu Wang: "What is the king doing?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Are you really drunk or fake drunk? What are you doing? As long as you don't scold others, and you go to the rain, no one will care about you."

"Hey," Fu Wang laughed, and said, "What is the Great Jumping God?"

"Just jump casually, jump out of the shit," Zhao Lingyun said in a huff: "Your Lao Wang will accompany you for a while, just listen to Lao Wang's words."

Fu Wang: "This king is the master."

Zhao Lingyun pointed to the Chengde Temple in front of him, and said to King Fu, "The Holy Sovereign here is the master, you know? Okay, from now on, you don't want to talk anymore."

Fu Wang refused to accept, why he couldn't speak.

A middle-aged, thin and tall **** walked out of the backlit ground by the side of the road. Wang Shunzi glanced at this person and said to Zhao Lingyun: "He is the thin Hong of the Xianglan Temple."

Zhao Lingyun knew that Concubine Yu had to take care of tonight's affairs.

Shou Hong arrived in front of the group of people and looked at King Fu. The father-in-law told Zhao Lingyun, "Is the prince drunk?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Yes, I didn't know that the Lord would see him beforehand. I drank wine during dinner at night. This is not wrong."

Shou Hong walked closer to Zhao Lingyun and whispered, "The situation is not good."

Zhao Lingyun: "Is someone suing the prince's black shape again?"

Shou Hong nodded.

Zhao Lingyun pointed his hand to the east.

Shou Hong hesitated, but nodded.

Zhao Lingyun: "What about the imperial concubine? The empress is in Chengde Hall?"

Shou Hong: "Niang Niang failed to enter the Chengde Hall, she has already returned to the Xianglan Hall at this moment."

Zhao Lingyun: "Okay, I see."

Shou Hong: "The empress is in the East Palace."

None of the two main forces who can intercede for Fu Wang is present.

Zhao Lingyun took a sigh of relief, pulled his collar, and said to Shou Hong, "You can wait a while outside, and I will surely let the prince go to the Xianglan Hall."

Shou Hong: "Then you want to..."

Shou Hong didn't finish asking, Zhao Lingyun already took Fu Wang and went on.

"Keep up," Wang Shunzi greeted the people of Fu Wangfu behind him.

When he arrived in front of the main hall of Chengde Hall, Zhao Lingyun wiped his face wet from rain, and shouted into the main hall: "Holy, please save the prince!"

Master Zhao's shout was shocking, and everyone in and outside the hall was shocked.

Emperor Dongsheng immediately asked in the hall: "What happened to King Fu?"