The love of Song Dynasty can't be put down

Chapter 1

"Love Dreams of the Great Song Dynasty Can't Put It Down" Author: Mei Xiaosu

Attribute classification: ancient times/court rivers and lakes/year under attack/drama

Keywords: Zhao Defang, Pang Tong

Summary:

When he hadn't seen a place for a while, Pang Yuanying unloaded the weapon from his waist, stepped forward and hugged the Eight Sage Kings who were full of fragrance, kicked open the wooden lacquer door with one foot, and walked into the room together. Before closing the door, Pang Shao couldn't help pressing the beauty on the carpet, and then he hurriedly tore off the bright yellow prince's court clothes. After hearing Pang Shao's admiration, he couldn't help showing a sinister smile.

lovesickness quote [to bully the small with the big]

"Master Qiantui dared to wear a bright yellow dragon robe, did he really not care about the emperor?"

Pang Yuanying tore off the thick coat that covered the beauty's exquisite curves with a big palm, with such force that the jade-faced beauty was thrown unsteadily on her feet, and fell between the carpets in some dark corners.

Although it was a bit rough, Pang Yuanying didn't think there was anything wrong, and then he quickly unloaded the weapon from his waist, his hands dropped back and forth and fell to the ground, and the metal objects collided with the ground, striking sparks of passion.

Lord Qiantui, who was lying on his side between the carpets, squinted his phoenix eyes and continued to examine him, "Why is General Pang so anxious? Are you not afraid that the emperor will suddenly break in..."

Although this sentence was a little weird, Pang Yuanying could tell that it was a false threat; Zhao Defang just wanted him to understand his situation, after all, the emperor was next door.

"Hmph! Does Lord Qiantose still care about the emperor?" After finishing speaking, Pang Yuanying took off her blue coat and threw it on the table.

Beside him, during a stride, he grabbed the beauty's wrist with one hand, and brought her into his side with a simple force.

In an instant, he smelled the faint fragrance of flowers from the beauty's whole body, "Just now, the prince smiled and frowned at me, but there is another meaning!"

"Oh? Has this king really hinted at you?"

Facing the domineering man, Lord Chitose remained calm, and even boldly touched the root of the other's thigh with one hand; the other party felt that cold and soft palm gradually covering the hot part of his lower body.

The man didn't mean to stop, but smiled wickedly and disdainfully, "Lord Chitose, your hands are very cold!"

"Your great general has experienced hundreds of battles for many years, are you still afraid of my hands?" Lord Chitose approached the man's neck with his pale pink lips, and blew lightly.

This ambiguous action also awakened the man's instinct in Pang Yuanying, and after that sensitive point was touched in an instant, he couldn't help but push the beauty half in his arms down to kiss Fangze.

At the same time, her fingers also took the opportunity to pick off the beauty's bun, and the double dragon and dragon crowns also fell off; just when Pang Yuanying thought it was going to be a good thing, she felt a cold steel blade sticking to her throat.

"Don't be so impatient, General!"

As the dagger protruded from Lord Chitose's sleeve, the positions of the two of them gradually changed.

The beauty with loose long hair pressed the dagger further between his necks, forcing Pang Yuanying back a few steps, and said in a threatening and more ambiguous tone: "If you want to get a beauty in your arms, you have to do things for me— —”

The lord, who was flirtatious just now, soon turned into a stern swordsman. Although Pang Yuanying boasted of high martial arts skills, the tip of his sword was only a layer of skin away from his throat, and he wanted to kill himself easily.

"Okay! What does Lord Chitose want me to do?"

Facing Pang Yuanying with a calm expression, Lord Qiantui spoke a lot more kindly, but he didn't answer his question directly, "As you are just a flying star general now, it seems a bit overwhelming to want to be close to this king. ah!"

"Haha! It turns out that I'm not really a character in the eyes of Lord Qiantose!" After Pang Yuanying smiled heartily, she felt that things would be easier to handle once the matter was clarified.

Pang Yuanying slapped the dust on his body casually and continued.

"You're right. Is there anyone in this world who doesn't know that you are eight thousand years old and you should be the rightful lord of our Song Dynasty, and even with the title of a virtuous king, you are less than one person and more than ten thousand people... Pang Tong naturally climbs high Sorry!"

Faced with his self-deprecating statement, Lord Qiantui disagreed, "I was wrong about General Pang! What I mean by this king is that I hope that you will be canonized as King of Zhongzhou by the emperor in the future. As long as this king recommends you to the emperor, you will definitely get your wish." !"

"After all, my lord, you still look down on me!"

Lord Chitose put down the dagger, "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want people to say that I am bullying the small!"

"Haha! Funny, so funny!"

1[Put the prince together]

In the first year of Song Xianping, Song Zhenzong Zhao Heng succeeded to the throne.

The emperor and all his ministers went to the Taimiao to hold the ceremony of worshiping heaven. When the young emperor Zhao Heng who had just succeeded to the throne and the pretty-faced Empress Pan were dressed in costumes, a large number of princes and nobles gathered together to prepare for departure.

However, Zhao Heng realized that there seemed to be someone missing, so he asked Eunuch Li beside him in confusion.

"Li Wan, why didn't you see my imperial brother?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the old slave has sent someone to the Eighth Prince's Mansion to inquire just now, but the person has not returned yet, so the old slave does not know why the Lord Qiantui has not come yet."

As soon as Eunuch Li finished speaking, the ministers couldn't help whispering. Everyone whispered about the Eight Kings' thoughts, and some of the Eight Kings' cronies even fanned the flames and said some very unpleasant things.

Although Zhao Heng heard it, he could only clenched his fists and endured, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he could not lose his temper.

Originally, people in this world compared the members of the Zhao family to usurpers and traitors.

Not only was Zhao Heng's father, Emperor Zhao Guangyi, suspected of murdering Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Dezhao and his son, but Zhao Guangyi also forcibly snatched the throne from the hands of the former prince Zhao Defang.

Now that Zhao Defang, the eight virtuous king, did not appear, it proved the truth of this statement even more, and thus more important court officials would not willingly obey Zhao Heng's rule.

"Emperor... Your Majesty, do you want to wait for Qiantui to come before going there together?" Eunuch Li also felt that the atmosphere around him was not very good. If Zhao Defang didn't show up again, the situation would be very difficult to end.

Among this group of people, Prime Minister Wang Qiang, who was more loyal to Zhao Heng, saw that everyone's voices were getting louder, so he couldn't help but come over to comfort Zhao Heng.

The old minister, who was already bloated, walked to Zhao Heng's side and whispered.

"Your Majesty, maybe the Eighth Prince is busy with something important, or he is not feeling well... I think it's better to wait for the people sent by Eunuch Li to come back!"

Zhao Heng nodded and sighed, "Okay... we can only wait until now."

Just when Zhao Heng was at a loss, the little eunuch who was sent by Eunuch Li to the Eighth Prince's Mansion ran back. Panting, he ran over and knelt down in front of Zhao Heng, lowered his head and faltered, "Qi... Qi Zou... Your Majesty...a thousand years old, he..."

"What's wrong, Brother Huang? Did something really happen?" Zhao Heng's heart twitched.

Originally, I wanted to pull up the eunuch for questioning, but was stopped by Empress Pan, so I could only continue to keep a distance and ask, "You said it!"

Empress Pan saw that the emperor was so impatient and worried about his brother, but she felt a different kind of sour feeling in her heart; apart from outsiders, only she, the queen, knew that Zhao Heng treated his brother in a very special way. .

The little eunuch was so frightened by Zhao Heng's two yells that he dared not speak. His hands and feet were trembling. If Eunuch Li hadn't kicked him in the past, he would have peed his pants. What's wrong?"

"Reporting to the emperor... Eighth King Qiansui said that he has nothing to do, so he wanted to study with Princess Feiyan at home, saying... If he goes out today, something bad will happen to him, so..."

"It's unreasonable—" Zhao Heng finally got angry and shouted, throwing off the queen's hand.

Seeing that the emperor was really angry, all the ministers quickly knelt down and did not dare to raise their heads.

"What a Zhao Defang, relying on the throne canonized by the late emperor and the title of Qiansui to ignore me like this..." Halfway through the speech, Zhao Heng looked around at the people kneeling below, who was on his side? .

In the end, his gaze was locked on Empress Pan's father, the old grand master Pan Mei, "Grand master Pan, quickly grab my Shangfang sword and go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion to capture Zhao Defang for me—"

Pan Mei understood that it would be useless even if the Eight Sage Kings were escorted over now, so she did not receive the order.

Instead, he continued to dissuade Zhao Heng, "Your Majesty, from my point of view, it is better not to alarm the eight kings and thousand years old. After all, today the emperor ascended the throne and went to the Taimiao to worship the heavens. Tranquility has a bad effect!"

"Grand Master Pan is right! Weichen and others also have the same opinion!"

2 [The prince is not the same as the prince! ]

Pan Mei's words made everyone who took care of the overall situation follow his words, and Zhao Heng also understood that he could not deal with Zhao Defang, who was eight thousand years old, with just a Shangfang sword.

Since Grand Master Pan had already given himself such a good reason to save face, if Zhao Heng didn't catch it, he would really be competing with himself.

"Forget it... just do what the grand master wants!"

After the unification of opinions, Zhao Heng still went to the Taimiao with a large number of courtiers who questioned him.

But Zhao Defang is sitting at home drinking tea very leisurely at this moment. She is wearing an expensive black velvet robe, and her long unkempt hair hangs naturally behind her. From a distance, she looks like a woman