Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 30: The battle of three people

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The war continued on Wuju, and the plain vanguard of the King of Germany was already close to the capital. Of course, Yang Mi did not "break the capital, seize the palace, and conspire for a big position", but in the heart of King Germany who wanted to be the supreme position. Anyone could be a coveter who grabbed a seat with him. He was anxious and marched day and night. The soldiers were constantly fleeing. Every day, thousands of soldiers flee and died of cold and starvation.

The grain depot in Nanjiang Daying is not the only one in Wuling. However, in the course of the German King’s march, Huazhou and other places that had been contacted before coincided with delays in grain and grass. The world is like chess, and the situation is changing. Some subtle movements are quietly changing the movement and pattern of this "revenge uprising", just as a butterfly **** its wings somewhere far away, stirring up violent winds thousands of miles away.

Those changes were not obvious, so much so that Meng Fuyao, who was far away in Wuling, didn't know it. She remained silent day after day, and gradually became thinner, not very thin, but all the joints on her body gradually became thinner. Suddenly, the skin was stretched tightly, and the eyes on his face became bigger and bigger, making it faint and intimidating when looking at people.

Zhan Beiye and Zongyue are always by her side. The two people dislike each other, but they protect Meng Fuyao very well. Tiecheng and Yao Xun have also come over. Potential soldiers will do coolies. Yalanzhu still I followed her all the time when I went to the bathroom, saying that I was looking at the adulterer and the adulterer, but I was just afraid that something would happen to her.

A group of people watched Meng Fuyao very tightly, fearing that she would be mad and doing something, but Meng Fuyao was quiet and silent, waiting for the news almost resolutely and stubbornly, she got a small bench when she was all right , Sitting there watching Zhan Beiye quarrel with Zong Yue and glance at her from time to time, watching Ya Lanzhu pouting and squatting by her side, watching Tie Cheng take all the work in the inner courtyard just to be able to do her I walked a few times in front of me, watching Zong Yue endlessly prescribing tonics and wished to use all the medicines in the drugstore. The early spring sunshine was faint and there was a bright greenery. She thought in that sunshine, how lucky she was , I was able to meet these warm and beautiful things, that's why it was worth it.

It was more difficult at night. She couldn't sleep, and listened to the wind blowing across the eaves, thinking—maybe back? I also blamed myself for breaking up so much, what did I do? What caused the leader of the dark guard to die? Wasn't it too late to leave a secret signal when he rushed back with the heart that died under the army? Why do you want to mutilate yourself because you are afraid that your body will fall into the hands of the army? Now it's all right, "Ms. Meng cried herself" startled him. Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he risk a dashing trip and be ambushed?

Thinking about this, I couldn't sleep, my eyes pierced in the darkness.

Every night is the same. These nights have not been counted as many since the news of the accident came, but under such repeated inquiries and tossing, they have lived as long as the years.

Meng Fuyao didn't know, she was not the only one who couldn't sleep.

Two people slept on the big tree in the yard, two people who couldn't lie on the bed, one was holding the wine jar and drinking desperately, and the other was thinking high above the tree.

"He's not dead." It was Zhan Beiye who drank, "I bet this kid doesn't know where he is doing it."

Zong Yue calmly leaned over to look at him, "Why don't you talk to Fuyao."

"I said that she would think I was comforting her. She only believed that seeing is believing." Zhan Beiye threw away an altar for another, "I'm also waiting. If I didn't expect it, the news is here. Two days."

Zong Yue said in silence, "Master, you have been drinking a lot recently."

"I'm angry!" Zhan Beiye changed another jar, raised his hand to smash the finished jar out, thought about it, and put it down gently. When I put it down, he couldn't control it, and he smashed the jar with a click. The blood dipped out, he didn't even look at the wine.

"Asshole eldest son Wuji, don't you know how much she blames herself and how worried she is? Why not send a message back?"

"I thought you would be angry with Meng Fuyao, prince." Zong Yue said lightly, "Your Excellency's enthusiasm is probably going to waste."

Zhan Beiye didn't answer, groaned drinking, wiped her mouth for a while, and said, "She is only doing this because of guilt. I will make her fall in love with me."

Zong Yue brushed off a little dust on the front of his clothes, his white snow figure melted in the light silver moonlight, and he became a whole body. For a long time he said, "Deceive yourself and others."

Zhan Beiye replied, "Each each other."

The moonlight fell slowly, and the yard was covered with a layer of silver frost. The conversations on the treetops did not reach the ears of the people in the house. Some of the things that sink in the night, everyone only knows.

That night, Meng Fuyao didn’t close her eyes, and went to sleep vaguely at dawn. After she fell asleep, Master Yuan Bao in pajamas crawled out of the small bed on the table. Master Yuan Bao looked down at Meng Fuyao condescendingly, for a long while, It's a pan claw.

...I gave you all the obvious hints, you don't even understand, dude.

It stroked its red robe. It was an agreement between it and the master, representing joy and peace. As a sacred rat that can communicate with the master, the old man is not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry?

It has forgotten again, that is just the secret between its master and it. Meng Fuyao has no mind-reading skills, let alone mouse-reading skills.

Master Yuan Bao stared at Meng Fuyao, his eyes swept under her quilt, and there was a thin outline faintly there. Master Yuan Bao looked at his fatter figure and found it conscience.

It babbled and took out the pancake box, jumped into it and turned around for a while, threw out a few words, and arranged them on the table.

After the queue was over, it fell asleep on the table by the way, waiting to see Meng Fuyao, who was crying for joy tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, Master Yuanbao was a little hungry, so he turned over and touched his paw habitually—he had snacks by the bed at any time, touched a piece of cake, and ate it smoothly.

The next morning Master Yuanbao was awakened by Meng Fuyao. It heard Meng Fuyao's short whisper of "Ah", and her eyes lit up.

Master Yuan Bao thought, hey, weeping with joy.

The eyes are getting brighter and brighter, there are crystals rolling in them, sliding around like beads, but they still refuse to fall. After a while, Meng Fu shook his head and covered his face.

She rubbed her fingers deeply into the hair, in a convulsive position.

Master Yuan Bao looked at her blankly, thinking that "weeping with joy" did not seem so standard.

Long, long time later, it saw Meng Fuyao shake off his hair, raised his red face with eye rims, stared at the word for a long time, and suddenly reached out and hugged him.

She gestured extremely softly, a gentleness that had never been seen since I met Master Yuan Bao. She gently placed Master Yuan Bao on her palm and slowly combed its snow-white hair with her fingertips.

Master Yuan Bao was frightened, and stared at her messily in the wind-is this woman crazy with joy?

Meng Fuyao didn't speak, and slowly combed his hair with gentle gestures. Master Yuan Bao was very comfortable. He felt that this action was more gentle than the master, but is this crazy woman changing her **** today? Don’t you want to touch it first and then pinch it?

As soon as I felt cold on my head, as if something damp had fallen, Master Yuan Bao stretched out his claws and touched them.

On top of his head, Meng Fuyao put his chin on his head and said softly, "Poor Yuanbao, you have no master..."

Master Yuan Bao felt a bump in his heart at first, not knowing what the sour taste came up, and then felt wrong again, it struggled to turn around to look at the words, and suddenly let out a scream.

Obviously "he is all right", why becomes "he is gone"!

Who lost that "thing" word! ! !

God!

Master Yuanbao jumped up, and a fierce man plunged into the box, desperately looking for any extra "things". After searching for a long time, he found the only one in the box. It turned around in grief and angrily, and saw Meng Fuyao. Looking at it tenderly and compassionately, "Poor, sad and crazy ingot."

Master Yuan Bao looked at that look, and suddenly thought, "She was crying for the loss of my master..."

Master Yuan Bao was stunned there and screamed again for a long while. It rushed to Meng Fuyao desperately, gesticulating vigorously, trying to make it clear, "One word missing!"

Meng Fuyao just smiled, stroked it lightly, smiled and smiled, but tears fell.

Master Yuan Bao couldn't stand it anymore and ran out with a wailing cry.

Master... I made a mistake... I failed to deliver the accurate message... Come back quickly...

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As expected by Zhan Beiye, the situation of the battle almost changed on that day.

On the second day of March, Yang Mi’s army approaching the capital, at Shahedu, fifty miles away from the capital, suddenly encountered the Promise Kingdom’s army. Yang Mi thought it was the Imperial Guard guarding the capital and was about to play the German king’s banner. The flag has risen slowly, and the general under the tent came with a sneer, but it was the army that was ordered to go to the Gaolu country, and the general, beside the bright yellow banner, under the bright yellow banner, the coach wearing a copper mask, was looking at him with a smile.

Yang Mi's heart sank, knowing that he was fooled, and shouted, "Stop!"

On the day, 100,000 pioneers disarmed, and Yang Mi committed suicide before the battle.

On the third day of March, King German also saw this army in the outskirts of the inland city of Chinzhou, and at the same time he also saw Yang Mi's army, which should have belonged to him.

The soldiers' fronts are like fire banners and forests. When those flying flags flooded his vision like the sea, the king of Germany wailed the doomsday in his heart.

As soon as the two armies came into contact, the German king’s soldiers fell into disintegration. The German king took the remnants of his cavalry and fled south, hoping to stay in the last of Guo Pingrong’s army for protection, and lay a turf in southern Xinjiang to linger, and he did not want to look stupid. He indeed led the soldiers to greet him, and then pointed his long sword at King De.

A vigorous battle of King Qin's revenge. During his self-confidently advancing with a smooth wind, he encountered a prepared and unpredictable wait. Within a few days, he swept through the cave and vanished like smoke.

Dewang was placed under house arrest. No one can decide his punishment at present, because the person who can decide his life and death is no longer in the camp.

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On the fourth day of March, spring is fine.

Early in the morning, Zong Yue took out a few letters to find Meng Fuyao, and was stopped by Ya Lan Zhu at the door. Ya Lan Zhu hissed, "Let her go to bed, I only went to bed at dawn." /

Zong Yue hesitated for a moment, gathered the things in his hands, and thought for a while, "Also."

Ya Lanzhu had sharp eyes and said, "What is it?" She grabbed it and looked at it, and her eyes brightened.

Immediately after she said "hey", tears came down.

Zong Yue looked at her speechlessly and said, "What are you crying for?"

"I hope I can meet someone who loves me in my life..." Ya Lanzhu choked.

Zong Yue was silent, and walked away for a while, before leaving, tossing a little.

"It takes the luck not to be one step earlier or one step later."

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When Meng Fuyao woke up, he habitually closed his eyes and waited.

She didn't sleep well, and when she woke up, she felt dizzy in her head. She vaguely heard the sound of distant branches swaying in the wind, the sound of birds chirping in the treetops, and the sound of soft green spring buds gradually pulling out. The sound of fallen leaves flying across the bridge railing to the surface of the water, that bridge is probably the jade belt bridge in the city, the bridge railing of white marble, the leaves fall on, the sound is thin and crisp.

In all the voices, there was no breathing that she wanted to hear.

Meng Fuyao sighed, and pulled the quilt to his eyes. Pressing the eyes tightly can block the tears that he wants to flow.

She didn't reach out to touch her side. What if she touched it? On the icy bedding, I imagined that the grandson Wuji would come back many times, and 80% would climb her bed, but people can't be shameless to this point. No one climbs or no one climbs. Even Yuanbao said it, no more.

She covered her eyes with the quilt and continued to sleep.

Suddenly I felt itchy forehead, as if something lightly passed between my eyebrows, Meng Fu slapped and muttered, "Yuan Bao, go, don't bother me..."

Suddenly the fight hit the palm of a person.

Warm, smooth, clear veins, and slender knuckles.

Meng Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes. Before he had time to lift the quilt, his eyes suddenly lit up. One person gently lifted the quilt and bent his face, and said with a low smile, "Why are you so thin?"

Meng Fuyao stared blankly at his slanted eyebrows, deep eyes like the sea, and shiny skin, watching his lavender shirt and ebony hair fall in front of him, watching him shallow Smiling, sleeping on her elbows, gently stroked her forehead with her fingertips.

...Yuan Zhaoxu! Longsun Wuji!

Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand in a daze and murmured, "Isn't it a ghost?"

"Replacement if fake." Changsun Wuji answered with a smile.

"You still know to come back... You actually know to come back!!!" The first sentence still whispered like a spring warbler and soft like a spring willow, the second sentence became the roar of the lion in Hedong, and Meng Fuyao woke up. God, I found that Yuan Zhaoxu's grandson Wou-ki was finally back for sure. He jumped up with a squeeze, disheveled, and stepped on his bare-footed grandson Wou-ki, "I will destroy you, I will destroy you!"

The long-term Sun Wuji raised her eyebrows, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught her feet and clasped his fingers. Meng Fuyao immediately fell sore and fell into the quilt room. The long-term Sun Wuji dragged her over the quilt and wrapped her whole body. The room has been touched She paused all over her body and sighed, "Why have you lost so much?"

Meng Fu shook his head in the bedding and replied grumblely, "I am losing weight recently."

Zhang Sun Wuji looked at this hard-mouthed guy, sighed helplessly, dug her head out of the quilt, and took her face to look carefully. Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed at first, but he couldn't hide. Stared at him fiercely, "What are you doing!"

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, stretched out his hand slowly, and stroked Meng Fuyao's neck. Meng Fuyao shrank back in shock, and Chang Sun Wuji said, "Don't move... I look at the wound. "

Meng Fuyao immediately became guilty, and whispered, "...I didn't really squat myself... I was playing with it."

As soon as I heard the voice, I saw the grandson Wuji leaning down slightly, his warm and soft lips touched the skin of his neck, Meng Fuyao froze his body and did not dare to move, the lip gently swept over the pale pink scar , A slight itch, like someone scratching the coldness and loneliness of winter with spring green wicker, the deep-covered ice slowly dissipated, and velvety grass grew all over the ground, surging green.

Meng Fuyao's body is slightly soft, and the velvety grass grows out of her heart, the sky is full of luxuriant flowers, wherever she passes, Wanmu recovers, she wants to cry and laugh in such a splendid scene. But the heart started to hurt as soon as she twitched. The pain was blocked in her meridians, and she opened her mouth like a snake. She trembled slightly, and Zhang Sun Wuji immediately noticed that she moved away. Meng Fuyao bit her lip and smiled and pushed him hard. , "Rogue!"

"I also kissed and played," Changsun Wuji stared at her, "In fact, this is not what I want to do the most."

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth and looked a little silly, but no matter how stupid he was, he couldn't stop someone from being cruel. Grandson Wuji raised his hand and slapped her on the **** with a slap. She was still smiling gracefully. , "Tell you to be disobedient!" Seeing Meng Fuyao hadn't reacted, the other side slapped his **** again, "Tell you to commit suicide!"

Meng Fuyao immediately remembered the scenes that he had rehearsed countless times. He felt as if the sequence was wrong. It seemed that he had advanced the plot? Regardless, she jumped up and fought back, her lines receded smoothly, "You bastard! You scared me to death!"

After the sentence, I felt like he was swearing more, no, this loss can’t be eaten, the place must be found back, and the call is another punch, "Tell you to die! Tell you to hide from me!"

The grandson Wuji raised her hand to catch her tigress, and then Meng Fuyao flew into his arms. The finger stuck Meng Fu's waist and caught Meng Fu's waist. The three movements are nowhere to be found. Look I have probably rehearsed it many times, especially when Meng Fu lost his waist and became so thin recently that his hands were not big, so he actually got so close.

"I didn't lie to you..." Changsun Wuji took a deep breath, stroking her beautiful long hair and said in a low voice, "Why am I willing to make you worried? You are so thin that I don't have to spend time Bring you back?"

Meng Fuyao was quite heart-warming when he heard the first sentence, but the latter sentence was a bit outrageous. He turned around and glared at him fiercely, saying, "Don't change the subject, I know you are going to cheat the King of Germany to keep the secret. You really can’t tell anyone the secret of your fraudulent death... It’s just, it’s just..." She pursed her mouth, and couldn't really say that sentence—"It's just that I should be a little bit exception..."

"You should not hide from anyone. Political games do not mean sacrificing the people you like." Changsun Wuji's mind-reading skills are always strong. "In fact, when I left the Eastern Front Barracks that night, I sent three batches Everyone wears my clothes and walks in three ways, while myself, I walk by water."

"Waterway?"

"Yes, I traveled by sea. The King of Germany thought that I was impatient, so I would choose a faster land route, but if I can't go by land, what's the use of fast? There are some things that I can't be impatient."

"Agree," Meng Fuyao nodded in satisfaction, "You will always be so treacherous."

The grandson Wuji smiled and said, "As soon as the Wanzhou incident happened, I knew there was a problem in the secret guards. There must be spies. In that case, I could only cut off the contact with all the secret guards. I got the news that you’re safe and sound, immediately return to the army, because the secret guards need to be cleaned and cannot be used for the time being. Fortunately, I still have spare secret guards, but the transfer of these people is a bit troublesome. The news rushed to Yaocheng to find you to report the news. You have left Yaocheng."

Meng Fuyao said "Ah." She had already run to Wuling to be a grain transport officer wearing someone else's face. Two powerful people guarded her. Where could others find her? What a blunder, it deserves bad luck.

"I was helpless when I got the news. At that time, I really couldn't come back. The King of Germany had tolerated for more than ten years and was finally squeezed out by me. He must not fail. Fortunately, I and Yuanbao are connected. It knows that I am still alive, sooner or later. Will tell you."

"Tell me what a shit" Meng Fuyao's small universe is about to burst, "It has three words, he is gone! If my old man is scared and died young, he will be fucked!"

"Huh?" Changsun Wuji turned his head and looked for Master Yuanbao in the room, "Yuanbao, I know you are here, drill out of your mouse hole, you will bear the consequences if you are late."

Meng Fuyao curled his lips, thinking that such an understatement of threats without any substantive meaning would be useful to that old fritters?

As soon as the voice fell, the dingy Yuanbao-sama crawled out from under the table. Meng Fuyao stared at him, hey, it's so popular.

Master Yuan Bao dressed plainly today, which turned out to be the gray that it hates most-it hates this mouse color the most. Obediently squatted in front of the grandson Wuji, weakly "squeak--", "squeak--"

Meng Fuyao listened to its endless "squeak--", it seemed that it was too much, right? Wouldn't you take the opportunity to pretend to be wronged again? And what did this rat say? Why did I feel a little guilty? Looking at the grandson Wuji, he listened with a smile, his eyes were bright and soft, and that layer of smile appeared faintly, with the joy of regaining the loss.

After listening to him, he said lightly, "Is it wrong?"

Master Yuan Bao lowered his noble head.

"It's all because you are too greedy. You are not allowed to eat snacks within ten days."

Master Yuan Bao covered his face with his paws, distraught.

Changsun Wou-ki has taken it aside, "Go to reflect, and bring the door when you leave."

Master Yuan Bao climbed out of the window hole with a piece of paper on his back, and then used saliva to fill the window hole in the hole.

"Tsk tusk, the mouse has changed sex." Meng Fuyao was stunned, "What did it do to lose heart?"

"It makes you cry." Changsun Wuji took her into his arms without any liking, "So you must be punished."

Meng Fuyao leaned comfortably on the shoulders of Changsun Wuji. He felt warm and unspeakable. The place he had been holding in his heart finally returned to its place. The internal organs seemed to be adjusted and properly adjusted in an instant, Changsun Wuji. A faint fragrance drifted over, she was ecstatic and her eyelids were heavy in that fragrance.

I heard Changsun Wuji whispering in her ear, "Fuyao, I am also the one who made mistakes."

"Huh?"

"I did not expect that he would kill me. He would give up Yao Cheng in order to kill me, causing you to almost be forced to kill himself." Changsun Wuji's tone was rarely bitter, Meng Fuyao wandered. Thinking, why is he bitter? Why did he think that King Germany would not kill him? Didn’t these two fight you to death? The battle for the throne is going forward on blood, and no one can be soft on anyone. With such an exquisite and piercing son, Changsun Wuji, wouldn't he expect King De to kill him? Why why why...

A lot of questions are like a mess, surrounding Meng Fuyao's thoughts. She struggled in the mess, but she felt unable to use it. The insomnia and tiredness that had been for many days finally settled at this moment when the dust settled. Invading her, she thought, but her eyelashes dropped little by little.

Before falling into the Heitian Country, she vaguely heard the last words of Changsun Wuji in her wandering consciousness.

"Fuyao, the suffering and anxiety of these days are also my punishment."

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A gleam of light yellow light came over gently, and someone whispered vaguely, "...Do you want to wake her up to eat?" "...Let her sleep..."

Meng Fuyao opened his eyes and woke up from a comfortable sleep.

She lay motionless, smiling at the roof—hey, Changsun Wuji was not killed by her, he came back.

Someone at the table turned around, clinging to a book, Fengshen smiled slightly at her, and said, "Are you full?"

Meng Fuyao sat up, looked at the window paper with light yellow light in a daze, and said, "How long have I slept, why is it still morning?"

"This is the next morning." Changsun Wuji blew out the candle, opened the window sash, and the cool wind in the morning blew in, causing his clothes and black hair to fly up.

Meng Fuyao said in amazement, "I slept for one day and one night?" She looked at the back of Longsun Wuji, and faintly felt that his robe seemed to be a little looser, "You haven't slept?"

The grandson Wuji smiled back and said, "I want to see if you will grind your teeth, talk in sleep, and drool when you fall asleep."

"It's true that I would beat people when I fell asleep." Meng Fu smiled and looked at him again. In terms of time, he drove out of the Eastern Front Camp, rushed back, and ordered more troops. General, against Yang Mi, siege of King Germany, these all happened within a short period of time. King Germany was defeated within a day or two, and he had already appeared. It was basically that once the matter was resolved, he left the army and kept running. Come, he didn't take a good rest during this period, right?

Meng Fuyao jumped up, ran over, and pushed the grandson Wuji onto the bed, "You go to bed, I won't tell you to get up."

"I may not be able to enjoy your bedding for the time being." Changsun Wuji stood still, looking at the two people walking in the front courtyard, and said lightly, "I have to entertain the distinguished guests."

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The "guests" are naturally fighting against Kitano and Zongyue.

Seeing the two coming over, Meng Fu shook his scalp and exploded, vaguely as if he saw lightning flashes and thunder in the sky, the atmosphere rubbed, and strings of fireballs bounced in the air.

Two are already explosive depots, what are three of them? European powder kegs?

Since ancient times, the king has not seen the king. If the king sees the king, what will be the consequences? King destroyed the king? Did the king eat the king? King killed the king?

Meng Fuyao is thinking of Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, no, at least he is a high-level politician from all over the world. The politician’s cultivation, etiquette, mask, Tai Chi push hands, etc. are the best at it. If they don’t agree with each other, that’s the market. Piff, will not be the eldest son Wujizong in the Vietnam War Beiye.

"The distinguished guests come from afar, and there are missed distances to welcome haha." Meng Fuyao didn't think about it, Zhan Beiye let out a big laugh, and at the same time he came forward with "outrageous and generous" strides. Smiling and staring at the grandson Wuji, said, "His Royal Highness? How is the war ahead? How did your Highness have time to come here during his busy schedule? Shouldn't I be chasing the rebels in Nizhou?"

...Damn, everyone is rushing to let people be "guests"...

"How about King Lie?" Changsun Wuji smiled and replied, "Is it accustomed to live in our country? My Promise climate is warm and humid, not as dry and comfortable as Geya in the northern part of the Kingdom of Heaven. War, this is my Wuji internal affair. Thank you, King Lie, for your concern."

Okay, take a bite of "I Wuji" and "You Tiansha", clear and distinct, and there is no need to dispute who is whose guest...

"This yard was bought by the king," Zhan Beiye pointed out to Changsun Wuji with a beaming eyebrow, "Although it is crude and rare, the scenery is still magnificent, today I can get the light of your Highness, it is really brilliant."

Meng Fuyao stared at him—you bought it? You lie and don’t write drafts, obviously I bought it...

"Really?" The grandson Wuji smiled and looked around. "It's really good, but since King Lie came to My Wuji as a guest, he is my Wuji VIP. How can I let the VIP pay for the house by himself? It's rude, so let's You might as well give me the deed of the house. I ordered someone to find the landlord, and the money was doubled back. It was my Promise’s little care."

Meng Fuyao covered his belly... It's no good, no more, I want to laugh, Zhan Beiye, you throw a stone to your feet, the deed is still with me.

Zhan Beiye's expression remained unchanged, "His Royal Highness is implying that my Heavenly Devil is weak and I can't even afford a house?"

The eldest son Wuji did not move. "Is the prince implying that my Wuji country is poor, and I don't even deliver a small gift to the largest country?"

Meng Fuyao squatted between the two of them. Hearing the smell of gunpowder escaping from here, he hurriedly raised his palm, "Stop, stop, although the house was bought by Lord Warlord, it has been given away to me, so the two, Give me the silver, double, thank you."

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled and said softly, "Okay, since that's the case, I'm naturally dependent on you." He pulled Meng Fuyao and smiled politely at Zhan Beiye, "I haven't thanked the lord for his life-saving grace. ." Then nodded to Zong Yue, "Thank you Mr. Zong for your support."

Zong Yue only spoke at this time, calmer than the grandson Wuji, and said lightly, "Fuyao and I are not outsiders, and there is no need to thank your Highness. Speaking of which, Fuyao was brought to Wuji by me, so naturally I should be responsible for her. "He smiled at Meng Fuyao very gently, laughing so Meng Fuyao shuddered, "Even if you don't look at the relationship between me and His Royal Highness, you only see the love in Fuyao's private possession of my belongings. Can’t just stand by."

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Meng Fuyao has a black line...

So ruthless, Zong Yue...If you don't make a move, you will kill it!

She actually found out that she had taken his belt long ago, and she didn't say a word. She was hidden until now and then took it out to hit someone. Meng Fuyao glared at Zong Yue, already afraid to look at the faces of those two, hey, They are all ruthless people, she can't deal with them in the future, and she doesn't know how she died.

She is wailing in her heart like a bereaved concubine, the more Xiangzong does not stop, has come over and held her hand, "Today's consultation time has come, I have developed a new medicine, you try."

As long as you still care about Meng Fuyao, no one dares not listen to what the doctor said, and those two are no exception. Zhan Beiye glared at Changsun Wuji and followed the door first. Changsun Wuji raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Fuyao being Zongyue. Leading away, smiled silently.

Meng Fuyao couldn't shake Zong Yue's hand--this guy actually touched her for the first time. Where is his cleanliness? Meng Fuyao really hoped that his cleanliness would recur at this moment, and threw her disgusted, so that she could be free from the two obscure eyes behind him.

Hey, I really didn't think that at the beginning of the three kings fight, it was Zong Yue who won. Meng Fuyao grinned, thinking that it is good to be a doctor, occupying the commanding heights of health, and no one dares to offend.

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Just after sitting down in the inner room, the second round of cannonballs came out of the unhesitating Lord Zhan.

He sneered at Changsun Wuji and asked, "I heard that His Royal Highness brought the army of the Eastern Front against Yang Mi. This is strange. Isn’t the battle on the Eastern Front still over? How can the army go inland? Is it still the so-called Gao Luo country chaos, it is basically a smoke screen of your Highness, just to pretend to leave, to trick the King of Germany?"

Meng Fuyao's heart beat when she heard it. This is exactly her doubt. At the beginning, Changsun Wou-ki hurriedly left because of Gao Luo's trouble on the east route. However, when King Germany was involved, the army that was clearly supposed to be on the Eastern Front appeared inland. It really makes people think that this whole piece of Long Sun Wou-ki was "troubled by Gaoluo, fighting on two fronts, exhausted to run for his life", which led King Germany to think that there was a chance. Are all the incidents of taking advantage of the emptiness just a fraudulent claim by the grandson Wuji to lead the snake out of the hole?

The grandson Wuxi took the tea from the maid and blew it slowly, "Where did King Lie hear the news that the war on the Eastern Front is not over?"

Zhan Beiye was stunned--he didn't hear that the war on the Eastern Front was over, but he did not hear that the Eastern Front was not over. When Changsun Wuji asked, he couldn't answer. He thought about it and sneered. "That is, the war is there or not, and it is not over. After all, the prince is overturned with a mouth. It is just that there are some poor people who are kept in the dark and are almost lost."

Changsun Wuji put down the tea cup, looked at him with a smile, and said, "His Royal Highness Lie is known for his eagerness, justice, and uprightness. I don't want to see him today. I am really surprised."

"Your Majesty is talking about this king turning around?" Zhan Beiye Da Ma Jindao sat, "This king thinks that His Royal Highness is better at this way--but since you said I'm roundabout, I will show you directly— —I’m talking about Fuyao, grandson Wuji, look at Fuyao, look at her! Look at what she has become!"

He suddenly got angry, raised his hand and threw the cup in his hand. The cup smashed on the window lattice, splashing green tea juice on all sides, and then dripping to the ground.

"Eldest Sun Wuji, I am too lazy to argue with you! I will ask you, if you refuse to let her go, you should take the responsibility of a man! What did you let her go through? I'll be late in this world. You don’t know about the existence of Meng Fuyao? Where were you then? You borrowed my soldier and I admit it. Anyway, it wasn’t lent to you, it was lent to Fuyao, but on what basis do you think that everything will be all right in this way, you can throw it away She ran tens of thousands of miles, leaving her alone to face the realm of life and death?"

Meng Fuyao sat on the side dumbfounded, and she couldn't think of how a murky mouth fight suddenly rose to the stage of scolding, and it directly touched her. She looked at herself a little bit coldly and muttered softly. "Look at me? I think I'm pretty good..." Zong Yue, who was giving her pulse, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "It's very good, the body is weak and the qi is weak and the meridians are chaotic. It can't be better, so We are all looking for trouble."

Meng Fuyao shut up immediately, afraid to speak.

The indoor atmosphere fell silent, and the air was faintly cold. Changsun Wuji put down his teacup and said silently for a while, "This is indeed something I need to explain to Fuyao, but, King Lie, It seems that I don’t need to explain to you."

"You don't need to explain to me, and I don't intend to listen to you playing tricks all day long. Even the people you like can use them to explain to them." Zhan Beiye stood up coldly and pointed at Meng Fuyao. Said, "These days, when I look at her, I know how much she is thinking. Zhan Beiye is not a stalker of gangsters. The self-esteem of Zhan Beiye is not so cheap that it is worthless. I thought about quitting. As long as Meng Fuyao is happy, but now, I have changed my mind!"

He took off his jade pendant from his waist, slapped it on the table, and said in an awe-inspiring manner, "Meng Fuyao, this is my dowry!"

Zhang Sun Wuji's eyebrows jumped, Zong Yue's face became pale, and Meng Fuyao jumped directly.

Employment, hiring, and betrothal gifts...this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, the more noisy, the more escalated...

"Fuyao, I used to think that if you like him, there is nothing to say, but I now think that the eldest son Wuji is not for you! He will harm you! His eldest grandson, regardless of family and country, will do her A woman is married to politics, and she will inevitably be accompanied by conspiracy in her life. He will never give up his countrymen and his world for you, and you, a person like you, are independent and tenacious, and you will not be willing to compromise and trust Other people’s shelter, you will live very tired and even lose your life following him. I don’t want to watch the woman I like go that way. So, today my betrothal gift is here! You Meng Fuyao don’t want it. It doesn’t matter, your grandson Wuji took it out and threw it away. I admire you for being stingy enough. In short, I tell you that I will never give up!"

……

Is there such an aggressive confession? Is there such a confession of love every word...

Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes. At that moment, she was really moved by War Beiye. This seemingly domineering man with black eyes has such rich and delicate emotions in his heart, fiery as fiery and meticulous. He could see her heart and all the pros and cons related to her. He really thought about her future seriously, and refused to give up his pursuit because of the conclusion he felt unsatisfactory.

Meng Fuyao hated his domineering and directness, but today I know that he is fighting Beiye's dominance for her, and his starting point and starting point are actually her happiness.

Meng Fuyao was a bit at a loss. She didn’t know how she could do it. She had to fight with Beiye. She didn’t understand that Zhan Beiye didn’t get along with her for a long time. Kitano stared at her, but he kept a word in his heart.

That's what his mother and concubine said to him over and over again when she held him in her arms when she was not crazy many years ago.

"Emperor, never miss the person you like at first sight. That is the fate of God. If you miss it, you will regret it for life."

When the mother concubine said this, her face was faintly smiling, but her eyes were full of sadness. The trance and bleak smile on her face drove down the crape myrtle flowers full of Yutong Palace.

At this moment, he looked at Meng Fuyao, as if looking at the flowers in the mother concubine's palace, which were beautifully cherished and cherished, rather than being tainted by this political game. Blood, gradually defeated.

The atmosphere is a bit embarrassing, and there is an uneasy factor in the air. The constant smile of Changsun Wuji has gone, staring at that jade pendant, Zhan Beiye standing on the ground with an angry face, Meng Fuyao lowered his head to be tortured. Then I heard Zong Yue sigh.

Meng Fuyao raised his head in shock, and looked at Zong Yue with his mouth wide open--no, brother Jiezi, you are not so good with me, are you? Please don't join in this fun--

"I'm not interested in taking part in the fun." Zong Yue seemed to be able to read minds and spoke calmly and gently. Just after Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, he saw him take out the belt from his arms and put it next to Yu Pei.

Meng Fuyao's head exploded--when did he get this belt? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ah, regret should not be greedy for money...

"Don't worry, it's not a bride price. I haven't planned to marry you yet. You are so ugly." Zong Yue smiled at the black-faced Meng Fuyao and pointed to the belt, "I just tell you, I agree with Lord Zhan. Some words, so, today I will give you this belt justifiably. If you encounter difficulties in the future and someone bullied you or something, take this belt to any medicine hall called Guangde, and someone will help you. "

Meng Fuyao leaned back sullenly, crying without tears, "Mr. Zong's kindness, I understand it..."

"I never take back the things I gave." Zong Yue stood up and walked out, came to the door, and smiled back. The way he laughed was the same as the pale pink early cherry blossoms outside the window.

"I think you will use it someday."

Meng Fuyao watched his straight figure disappear in the light cherry tree. I don’t know if it’s better to sigh or cover the head and run away. She bit her lip to watch the grandson Wuji, and Beiye and Zongyue used different ones because of her. At the same time, she blamed him, she didn't know what Changsun Wuji was feeling at the moment.

Zhang Sun Wuji still has no episodes, but his face is a bit pale, his expression is complicated, and some strange emotions in his eyes are turning, but he doesn't look at Zhan Beiye's outrageously provocative sneer.

A long time later, he leaned back a little tiredly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhan, you are right to scold me, this matter is my misconsideration. If Fu Yao blames me for this, I will take the blame."

The loneliness in his tone made Meng Fuyao's heart trembled. He suddenly remembered the sentence he had said before waking up that caused her question, and vaguely felt that there was a hidden feeling in it. However, it was really not the time to ask, she just wished Make two holes in the ground, bury one each of Zhan Beiye and Changsun Wuji, so that the sky thunder will not hit the ground fire, and she will suffer.

I don’t want to suffer, but it’s not over.

Zhan Beiye strode over suddenly, handed the jade pendant to Meng Fuyao, and passed it to her eyes, saying, "Fuyao, at this point, there is nothing to hide. I will ask you directly, this jade pendant. Can you accept it?"

Meng Fuyao was stunned.

The longson Wuji turned his head and looked at her.