The First Lackey Under The Empress

"Okay, okay…" Zhao Du'an subconsciously wanted to nod, indicating his willingness to comply.

However, the Empress, without even turning her head, could discern the lewd thoughts in his mind, and added another sentence:

"The warm pavilion is yours tonight, do not overstep the boundaries."

With that, the graceful Empress stepped forward with her lotus feet, treading on the soft carpet, and lightly passed through the curtain that separated the "bedroom" from the "living room," entering the inner bedchamber.

As the curtain was lifted, the curling fragrance from the beast-shaped purple-gold incense burner in the bedroom wafted out.

"So fragrant…"

This thought uncontrollably surged in Zhao Du'an's mind, and then he pitifully watched the Empress's back disappear behind the curtain.

The scene behind the curtain was very blurry, only vaguely showing Xu Zhenguan walking to the dragon bed.

Seemingly considering that there was a man present tonight, she did not take off her gauze dress, but casually extinguished the lamp and candle, and directly lay down on the bed fully clothed, without making a sound.

"…"

Zhao Du'an opened his mouth, sighed softly, and already understood the Empress's meaning.

Anyway, he still had some time before his "attack" and she couldn't possibly chat with him all the time, so she left him to play here by himself.

When the attack came, with the Empress's cultivation, even a light sleep would allow her to wake up and resolve it immediately.

So…

"Your Majesty? You weren't speaking ironically, were you? Like saying 'don't overstep the boundaries,' but actually meaning it's allowed…"

Zhao Du'an probed softly, but the volume of his voice was normal when he spoke, and then became as faint as a mosquito's hum when he said the last part.

Xu Zhenguan ignored him.

"Your Majesty? Should I still stay closer to you? I can sleep on the floor, mainly because if I lose my mind later, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to rush directly out of the palace and injure the palace maids outside…"

Zhao, the someone blinked his eyes, stretching his neck and crazily testing the limits on the edge of courting death.

"Get out."

This one word came from the other side of the curtain.

"…" Zhao Du'an sullenly shut his mouth.

He didn't dare to push his luck any further, fearing that Zhenbao would throw him out and have the old eunuch Hai Gonggong watch over him, which would turn joy into sorrow.

When one is in the imperial court, one must know when to stop.

Entering the palace was a small step for Zhao Da'an, but a big step for Zhao Er'an.

The night was thick, and the time had already reached the second half of the night. The palace seemed to be divided into two separate worlds of yin and yang.

There was no light in the bedroom, only moonlight shining in from the window lattices, making it seem somewhat cold.

The warm pavilion was brightly lit.

The soundproofing in this palace was also excellent. Zhao Du'an couldn't hear the movements of the palace maids outside the door, and didn't know if they had left or not, and couldn't even hear the chirping of insects at night.

He sat cross-legged by the tea table, eating and drinking, passing the time, his thoughts wandering aimlessly.

"Well, I wonder if the plan to collect the nets and support the society has been completed. Gongshu Tianyuan, according to the information already mastered, is visiting them one by one. Even if some fish slip through the net and run away, destroying the rebel branch after tonight should not be a big problem… This matter is not over yet, I have to personally finish it…"

"Zhuang Laodeng, ah Zhuang Laodeng, I can't find you for the time being, so I'll take down one of your branches to collect interest. Let's wait and see. A villain takes revenge, from morning to night, the old grudges are not over."

"Listening to Zhenbao's meaning, she intends to have me go to the 'Commercial Conference' at Huting when it is held? It's a bit dangerous, but if I go, will I be able to meet King Jing? By the way, I also arranged for someone there, the concubine that the young cabinet elder forced to marry. I gave her the choice to become a royal merchant. I wonder how things are there…"

Zhao Du'an lay sprawled out on the floor of the warm pavilion, his hands behind his head, staring at the dragon-shaped relief on the ceiling.

He sighed.

Externally, there are the Eight Kings, the Kuangfu Society, and the three major heretical Taoist organizations.

Internally, there is the aristocratic group represented by Li Yanfu, and the Shenlong Temple, which has a complex internal situation.

Oh, yes, there are also the generals appointed by the old emperor during the border defense period, the Duke of Zhenguo Tang Daren in the west, and the border army general Zhao Shixiong in the southwest, etc… They are all hidden dangers.

This does not even include the ancestral court of Western Region Buddhism, and the restless factors of the alien races and Liao people in the southwest, who are said to often have friction with the Dayu border army.

Roughly counting with his fingers, Zhenbao has a dense number of enemies.

I really don't know how she, a woman, has managed to bear it all for the past three years… Zhao Du'an turned his head, his gaze following the pattern of the carpet, extending all the way into the curtain.

The corner of the dragon bed can be vaguely seen, with Xu Zhenguan's long hair glowing blue in the moonlight.

"Why bother? If I had this kind of cultivation, I would have run away long ago, wandering around the world at will, wouldn't that be happy? Why bother carrying such a huge Yu country on my shoulders? Yu Meiren… Yu Meiren… Hehe, bah, think about something serious!"

Thoughts surged in Zhao Du'an's mind, and gradually, sleepiness came.

He had been busy all night, and now that he was full and satisfied, his eyelids gradually closed.

In the two rooms, one bright and one dark, only the soft breathing of the man and woman remained.

About half an hour later, Zhao Du'an, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly began to turn red, and his breathing became heavy.

Under his skin, pale blue blood vessels bulged up, becoming somewhat ferocious.

Suddenly.

His closed eyelids suddenly opened!

However, pure black energy surged in his eyes. He sat up straight, his handsome face shrouded in evil energy.

At this moment, the power of the medicine finally couldn't suppress the desire, and Zhao Du'an stood up in a daze, filled with the seven emotions and six desires.

"Chi Chi…"

"Chi Chi…"

Zhao Du'an once again felt the fiery heat like a burning fire.

He subconsciously hooked his fingers like claws and began to tear at the clothes on his chest. Soon, the good clothes became tattered, and bloody marks were scratched on his muscular chest.

"Huff…"

"Huff…"

Zhao Du'an gasped like a cow, his nostrils twitching rapidly, as if he smelled some kind of aura that stimulated strong desire.

He slowly turned around, staring at the curtain next to him, and under the drive of instinct, walked straight over step by step.

The moment he passed through the curtain, he stepped from light into darkness. Only in the bedroom shrouded in moonlight did Zhao Du'an approach the dragon bed step by step.

On the bed, the Empress was lying on her side, her legs slightly bent, her delicate bare feet exposed to the air.

Her long black hair was casually scattered on the bright yellow pillow, and on the outward side, along the slightly open white neck, down, was her graceful back and the suddenly raised perfect curve.

"Huff… Huff…"

Zhao Du'an reacted as if he was stressed, his eyes turned green, his legs sank, his feet supported the ground, and he made a pouncing posture.

As if regressing into a beast acting on instinct, he only wanted to tear open that obstructive gauze dress.

On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was in a light sleep, suddenly opened her eyes and heard a fierce wind coming from behind. A hint of cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Pa!"

In the dark room, a string of golden threads flashed through the air out of nowhere.

Zhao Du'an, who had already jumped high and rushed over the dragon bed, was struck hard in mid-air, as if he had been whipped fiercely by an invisible whip.

He screamed "Aww" and flew out like a cannonball, fell out of the curtain, rolled several times on the ground, and slammed into the tea table with a bang, leaving a bloody gash on his forehead.

Zhao Du'an was stunned, dazed for a long time, shook his head fiercely, turned a blind eye to the door leading to the outside, stood up again, and firmly walked towards the curtain.

"Ah——"

A few seconds later, he flew out for the second time and crashed into the tea table with a clang. For a while, cups and plates were in a mess, and the teapot was smashed in half.

After a while, Zhao Du'an, who had recovered, got up for the third time, staggering, and firmly walked towards the curtain.

On the dragon bed, Xu Zhenguan, who was still lying on her side and was too lazy to move from beginning to end, finally couldn't bear it when she heard the approaching footsteps from the warm pavilion for the seventh time.

Xu Zhenguan sat up angrily, staring expressionlessly at Zhao, the someone who was moving towards her with an evil grin, and suddenly stood up in a manner extremely unbecoming of an emperor.

She walked over a few steps, raised her long legs, and kicked him hard:

"Get out! Are you going to let me sleep or not!?!?"

…

…

The same night.

Thousands of miles away from the capital, in a mass burial ground.

The moonlight shone on the earth. A flock of crows suddenly startled in the mass burial ground, cawing strangely and circling in the sky.

A sloppy man wrapped in a dark red robe, with half of his face covered with a matching mask, disheveled black hair, and carrying a long sword made of copper coins strung together, walked from afar.

As he walked, pieces of paper money floated down from the air, but disappeared without a trace the moment they touched the ground.

The disheveled black-haired man passed through the graves and came to a new grave on the edge.

This grave was very new. There was no monument in front of the grave mound, only a dry branch was inserted diagonally on the grave soil, a red rope was tied to the branch, and a copper coin was strung on the red rope.

The black-haired man sighed, bent down to pick up the copper coin, and muttered:

"It's not easy to earn money for buying life either."

As he spoke, the long sword made of copper coins strung together behind him suddenly flew up, chopping and slashing in the air. In an instant, a gust of yin wind rose!

The entire mass burial ground was wrapped in mist. In the mist, the trajectory of the long sword splitting suddenly cracked open, and a dark river could be vaguely seen, with white bones jumping out from time to time.

"Come back!"

The man raised his hand and grabbed, and the dark "Yellow Spring" surged up. A virtual rib bone was forcibly grabbed out by him.

The Yellow Spring seemed extremely angry, roaring and wanting to pour out, scaring the sloppy man to quickly slash again with the copper coin sword to erase the gap.

At the same time, the bone in his hand seemed to sense something, eagerly broke free from his palm, and jumped into the new grave in front of him.

In an instant.

The mist dissipated, all the strange phenomena disappeared, the soil of the new grave rustled down, and a crack appeared in the middle.

An old Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe and with slightly three-dimensional features laboriously supported the coffin lid with his hands and back, pushed open the soil, and climbed out bit by bit.

"Bang!"

After throwing the coffin lid on the ground, Guhuo Zhenren, who had already built a grave for himself here before entering the capital and had found a fresh corpse similar to himself to bury.

Even more, he forcibly tore off more than half of his divine soul and stuffed it into this body, in order to be resurrected, sat down on the ground, panting heavily, appearing extremely weak.

"Tsk tsk, how did you die this time?" the sloppy man taunted.

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