The pottery was stunned on the spot.

He really didn't expect that Mu Guiying was still shy the moment before, and her male phobia had just been overcome and she regained the feeling that a woman should have.

But in the next second, Mu Guiying pushed him down and claimed so generously that she wanted to give the most precious thing to him.

For a woman, the most precious thing is naturally her body.

But so straightforward, it really surprised the pottery.

It is worthy of being Mu Guiying. He killed people like numb on the battlefield and his nature is like a fire. On this bed, he can even be like a fire...

Just when the pottery merchant was surprised, Mu Guiying not only untied her hair, but also raised her snow-white arms and began to untied her clothes.

The pottery was a little overwhelmed now.

To be honest, a woman who is a woman of all ages who combines strength and softness, who has to take the initiative to sacrifice herself. If anyone is not beautiful, it would be strange if she is not beautiful.

Of course, Tao Shang was also happy. He had been holding it in for a long time. If it weren't for Mu Guiying's phobia, he would have tried to win her heart and take her down.

At the moment, Mu Guiying wanted to agree with her body, and the Taoist merchant was extremely impulsive and wanted to pounce on her, just like this.

However, Tao Shang's reason told him that although Mu Guiying fell in love with him, the ceremony had not been held yet, and it was not the time to help her bloom her buds.

As expected, Tao Shang sat up and gently pushed Mu Guiying away from him, and smiled and said, "Guiying, the future is long, so let's not hurry for a moment, calm down, calm down."

This time it was Mu Guiying's turn to be stunned and looked at Tao Shang blankly, his eyes as if he didn't know him.

How could Mu Guiying not know that the man she fell in love with was the Emperor of the Great Wei. Not only was he a heroic emperor, but he was also a romantic emperor with countless beauties in the inner palace. Even when he went out to war, he also brought a favorite concubine like Shangguan Wan'er, and he also raised beauties like Meng Jiangnu and Fan Rou in the camp.

Mu Guiying thought that the emperor was so romantic and was so intimate to her today. He was so happy and agreed to her without regard for his shame. He was too happy and should have been eager to ask for himself.

But she never expected that such a romantic emperor would push out the meat that he had given to his mouth on his own initiative, and said, "The future is long."

Is he still the emperor I know?

At this moment, this huge question burst into Mu Guiying's mind involuntarily?

"Ahem, Guiying, don't think too much. I'm not happy to have a beauty like you promised her. But I can't bear to let you follow me without a name. I will only take your body after I officially enthrone you as a concubine."

The pottery had no choice but to tell the truth, so he had to make up such an excuse of "out of respect" to cover up his true reasons.

The confused and surprised look on Mu Guiying's face was just now, and she was secretly moved again, and she lowered her eyebrows and smiled.

Of course, the Tao merchant’s words were not entirely insincere.

After all, Mu Guiying helped him to make a great contribution to the two-time Tianzang formation. The Tao Shang did respect her in his heart, and of course he also wanted to give her a name.

"So that's the case. I didn't expect that Your Majesty would value Guiying so much..." Mu Guiying suddenly realized and was naturally moved again.

So, her turbulent heart gradually calmed down, and her face turned red and faded. She pulled her already messy clothes back and snuggled in the arms of Tao merchants like a bird.

Tao Shang's bloodline also fell silent, holding Mu Guiying in his arms, touching her black hair as black as a waterfall, and whispered: "Guiying, I promise you that I will just wait until I capture the Dragon Band and destroy the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. I will take you as my concubine and let you become my woman with justification."

"Everything is subject to your Majesty's arrangement." Mu Guiying lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly, extremely gentle, and had completely lost the murderous aura of women on the battlefield. She was just like a little woman in love, affectionate and delicate as water.

Tao Shang hugged her like this, said nothing, and lay quietly on the couch, all his feelings were silent.

The moon outside the tent is on the eyebrows.

...

Jiaozhi County, Tianjing.

In the Heavenly King's Mansion, there is a beautiful scene of red candles, drums and music, singing and dancing to the peace.

In the Golden Palace, Hong Xiuquan, who was dressed in dishevel, sat high on the dragon couch, hugging a beauty with the same messy clothes on each side, and more than ten beauties were clustered around him, serving him with charm.

In front of the hall, dozens of beauties were dancing and playing with shadows. On both sides of the hall, nearly a hundred beautiful musicians were playing the piano and playing with the Xiao.

Hong Xiuquan just sat up high, hugging left and right, drinking nectar and jade liquid, enjoying the service of the beauty, enjoying the dance music in front of the palace, and enjoying the joy of the romantic life.

"Chief, come, I will give you another cup of the King." A beautiful concubine brought a golden cup to Hong Xiuquan's mouth.

"Okay, okay, how can I not drink my beloved concubine's fine wine? Haha--" Hong Xiuquan smiled and opened his mouth, revealing two rows of slightly yellowed teeth.

The wine was poured into his arms, and Hong Xiuquan's throat rolled and swallowed it happily.

Hong Xiuquan drank the wine, his mouth full of anger, and kissed the beautiful concubine hard on the face of the wine as a reward.

"Thank you for the kiss of the Heavenly King!" The beautiful concubine was as if she had been given a mountain of gold and silver. Even a small kiss was so excited that she was grateful.

Hong Xiuquan laughed and his eyes returned to the concubines dancing in the palace.

It happened that at this moment, a dancer didn't know why, but he didn't stand firmly under his feet and fell to the ground.

This doesn't matter. Hong Xiuquan's face immediately sank, and murderous intent burst into tears in his eyes.

The dancer also realized that she had committed a serious crime, so she was so scared that Huarong was so beautiful that she knelt down on the ground in a trembling voice: "I made a mistake for a moment, and I would like to forgive the emperor and ask the emperor to spare my life. I am aware of the crime."

Hong Xiuquan snorted coldly and scolded sternly: "You bitch, you actually fell down on purpose, destroying my elegant delight and blaspheming the great god Huangtian. How can I spare you? Come on, drag this bitch out and kill him with a stick!"

The killing order was issued. Outside the hall, two holy soldiers stepped inside, dragging the dancer out like a cold robot.

"God of Heavenly King, please spare me-"

The dancer's plea echoed in the lobby, but Hong Xiuquan was indifferent and watched her being dragged away coldly.

The dancers Le Ji and the concubines who were hugging each other were all scared and pale in their faces, and they didn't dare to speak out, for fear that they would accidentally anger Hong Xiuquan and end up being killed by a stick.

"Why, why don't you stop talking? Everyone has some expressions. Do you think I've dealt with the slut wrongly?" Hong Xiuquanhuan glanced at the beauty in the hall, and his tone was filled with a cold murderous intent.

The women in the hall were startled and quickly suppressed their fear, forced their faces to smile, danced and continued dancing, and danced with joy.

The atmosphere in the lobby quickly returned to its demise, but all the women were smiling on the surface, but they were all trembling in their hearts, for fear of a little mistake, and they were afraid that they would follow the footsteps of the sisters just now.

"The king of heaven is killed by a stick. This kind of bastard should be killed if he doesn't serve him well."

"The King of Heaven is worried and worked hard day and night for our people in Heaven. How could she not repay the King of Heaven? It really deserves it."

"Come on, I respect the King of Heaven with a glass of wine, and the King of Heaven will calm down."

"I'm going to caress the king's chest, don't be angry with the shameless slut."

The beautiful concubines were all busy and laughing, chattering and flattering Hong Xiuquan, and quickly served him again.

Hong Xiuquan was satisfied only then. A sneer of sneer appeared again on his solemn and cold face. He opened his mouth and poured the wine he fed to his mouth, laughed and enjoyed endless joy again.

Outside the main hall.

Sima Hui, Xiao Chaogui, Feng Yunshan, Wei Changhui and Yu Ji, the important officials of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had been waiting outside the hall for a long time. They repeatedly wanted to see Hong Xiuquan, but were rejected by the guards, saying that the Heavenly King was enjoying the dance with the concubines and had no time to meet them.

"The kingdom of heaven is in danger, and the king of heaven is still obsessed with wine and sex. It's really..." Nan Wang Feng Yunshan frowned and sighed in his heart.

In addition to him, Sima Hui also had a gloomy face. He listened to the silence of the music coming from the hall and the sound of the women's orioles, and the sound of the swallows and swallows, and a little disappointment flashed in his old eyes.

Suddenly, the hall door creaked open.

Feng Yunshan and others were all excited, thinking that their king had finally finished his leisure, and finally he had to take some free time to summon them.

Then, those pairs of eyes quickly turned back to disappointment.

The holy soldiers and guards just dragged a dancer out of the room and closed the door again, while the dancer had already cried and kept begging for mercy.

The guards dragged the dancer to the corridor outside the door, pressed her to the ground, picked up a wooden stick as thick as an arm, and patted her weak body.

Slap sex!

The crisp sound of the stick hit echoed outside the hall, and the dull sound of the flesh and blood being hit hard sounded like a creepy feeling.

The dancer was so painful that he was dressed up all over the ground, screaming and begging, but he could not stop the wooden stick from hitting his body ruthlessly.

In a moment, the dancer was beaten to the point where his skin was blooming, blood was blurred, and he collapsed in a pool of blood dying, without even the strength to beg for mercy.

However, the guards kept fighting, baton after baton, and continued to work hard until they hit her and died.

Outside the hall, the ministers were silent when they watched the bloody scene.

Wei Changhui and Xiao Chaogui looked at it, and seemed to be unaware of the bloodiness of this scene. Instead, they became accustomed to it and did not feel uncomfortable at all.

Sima Hui's mouth twitched slightly, his eyebrows were deeply condensed, and he sighed softly, unable to bear to look on, and turned his gaze to one side.

Feng Yunshan stared at the dancer tightly, watching her beating to death, breathing faster and faster, and a hint of resentment gradually ignited in his eyes.

But no one spoke out to stop this cruel atrocities.

Because they know that dissuasion is useless.

Since their great king returned to Tianjing, he has plunged into the gentle land of the king's mansion, and has been addicted to wine and sex all day long, completely ignoring military and political affairs, and is called "Saint Cultivation" to the outside world.

The so-called holy cultivation means that the great god Huang Tian wants to collect yin and replenish yang and enhance magic power, so as to prepare for a comeback in the future and attack the Wei Kingdom.

The pawns of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom naturally believed it, but Feng Yunshan and other important officials of the Heavenly Kingdom knew very well that Hong Xiuquan was just a high-sounding excuse for him to hide in a gentle village and wantonly debauchery.

Moreover, since then, Hong Xiuquan's temperament has become more capricious. The women who serve him will be beaten to death by him if they make a little mistake. This is not the first time today.

The ministers could only turn a blind eye to this. Just like this today, they obviously had an idea in their hearts, but in the end they could only endure it.

Finally, the sound of the stick was over, and the dancer was beaten to death. A guard left with his bloody body, leaving long blood marks in the corridor.

Another guard endured the stick and turned around to enter the hall.

Feng Yunshan suddenly came to his senses, grabbed the guard quickly, and said in a deep voice: "We have a hundred thousand urgent military information requested to see the King of Heaven. Please go and spread it again."

The guard pushed Feng Yunshan's hand away and said with a look of embarrassment: "King Nan, it's not that I don't want to spread it to you, but the King of Heaven has an order. No one can disturb the King of Heaven's 'Holy Cultivation'. Even if I have ten heads, I will not dare to disturb the King of Heaven."

After saying that, the guard entered the hall and closed the door again.

The ministers outside the door all looked disappointed and could only sigh helplessly, intending to continue waiting like this.

A sudden resolute look ignited in Feng Yunshan's eyes. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pushed the palace door open and opened without being summoned.

The palace gate was so wide that the Southern King suddenly stepped in, which scared the Leji dancers in the hall, retreated aside, and the music suddenly stopped.

On the dragon throne, Hong Xiuquan, who was happily, suddenly saw Feng Yunshan breaking in, interrupting his elegant pleasure, and suddenly changed color.

Bang!
Chapter completed!