Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 4: Ecstasy in the dark night
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"Niang Xipi, you are missing a queen to do my bird business?" Meng Fuyao jumped up and stepped on the note on the ground, "I also used the tricks for the reason, it turned out to be a nonsense... Wait, I? I? "
She picked up the scraps of paper from the soles of her feet again, and read it again before she said dullly: "Me?"
An Mei suddenly said leisurely: "I heard that Xuanyuan's puppet emperor is... special."
"Oh..." Meng Fuyao held his forehead, "Really... very special."
An actor who repeatedly claimed that she was "long live", dare to feel that she is a long live.
The second generation of the Emperor, who grew up under the brilliance of the regent's metamorphosis and Niu Cha, has become more metamorphic.
I am playing in Dynasty Moon and drinking Royal Concubine Wine; I am admiring Xuanyuan Flowers and I am climbing Meng Jialiu.
Flicking the indelible brocade sets one after another.
"What did he tell you?" asked with dark eyes flashing.
"See you in the back garden of Cuifangzhai--if I change my mind and accept his terms." Meng Fuyao replied weakly.
The corner of Anmei's mouth curled slightly: "Being his male queen?"
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged on the toilet and said sternly: "I don't think he is worthy of me."
"Sure." Shen Mei replied, "If you can be worthy of you, it probably hasn't been born yet."
Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, not wanting to argue with the patient, and asked: "What do you think he is doing with this proposal?"
"Xuanyuanguo is currently in the draft." Dark Mei replied, "To enrich the harem for your majesty, although there are many concubines in the harem, there are many concubines in the harem, but so far, the post is vacant. The courtyard of the little lord who hopes to enter the palace."
"Ha, why haven't I been standing for so long?"
"When a person's freedom is too much restricted, he always finds something to rebel, such as singing, if it is, then it will be the same after not standing." Dimly replied.
Meng Fuyao sighed and squatted on the toilet, listening to the unstoppable movement outside, he said thoughtfully: "Before tonight, Xuanyuansheng will definitely search the palace again. We have escaped once, and it is impossible to escape the first The second time, hello, has your fever gone?"
Dimly said: "Before tonight, I will get sick once, so you can leave by yourself."
"Oh." Meng Fuyao climbed down the toilet and picked up the ingot, "I'm leaving, bye."
She walked to the door, fascinated, standing on top of the toilet seat, looking at her.
Meng Fuyao walked to the door, turned around, and asked him seriously: "Hey, how do I get to Cuifangzhai?"
An Mei looked at her silently, and suddenly smiled.
He smiled brightly, and his haggard complexion was instantly hidden by the glazed eyes and fiery lips, and his eyes were full of radiance and burning, so bright that Meng Fuyao squinted uncomfortably. eye.
It’s gorgeous, gorgeous, it’s so gorgeous, it’s beautiful to die in laughter, and it’s also romantic to be a "queen"...
Unfortunately, that amazing smile appeared and disappeared, and the next moment the dark charm restored his cold and sharp temperament, saying: "I don't need you to sacrifice yourself to do anything, let alone Xuanyuanmin's conditions, It must not be simple, why do you have to take this trip to the muddy water."
Meng Fuyao laughed, wrinkled his nose slightly, and pointed to himself: "Don't be narcissistic, Big Brother Dark Charm, I'm for you, I just don't want Xuanyuan Sheng to be comfortable, he forced me to hide, forcing me to almost hide. If you die, just forget it? I want to fight him. If Xuanyuanmin wants to use me, why can't I use him?"
She waved her hand and said magnificently, "Why don't you play something fun, but you want to kill you? Come on, Brother Anmei, Brother Yuanbao, I can give you bird's nest now. She bound herself, prepared weapons, and prepared for a long-distance adventure in the palace to explore Cuifangzhai, and then asked: "Where is Cuifangzhai?"
An Mei looked at her for a long time, and waited for her to go out before saying: "It's next door."
"..."
Meng Fuyao staggered, and turned back sadly while holding the wall, dead boy, you are too kind to be a man...
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Climbing over a wall, it is Cuifangzhai where the rookie ladies live. Meng Fu stood on tiptoe and looked at the back gable wall, and said with a beaming smile: "Ah, beautiful clothes, soft couch, fragrant girl, I'm here..." /
"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, where did the bed you slept in last night come from?" Dim Mei looked down at the bed, feeling that the material looked a little weird.
Meng Fuyao immediately turned back with a smile, and replied very willingly: "The toilet is made of wood."
This time, changing the dark charm and staggering, Meng Fuyao pretentiously stepped forward to help: "Oh, brother, what's wrong with you?"
Dan Mei took a deep breath and said calmly: "It's okay."
Meng Fuyao was pitying again: "How are you going out like this?" She turned her eyes away from his beautiful half-naked figure, and her face tightened. "I knew I should have taken off a piece of clothing from the actor yesterday, his I think the robes of red and dark green peonies and macaws are very good." She shook after she finished.
Yan Mei said: "You look bad? Didn't you see the baggage hanging from the vines on the back wall?"
Meng Fuyao said "Huh", and she found a burden among the vines covered by the thick shade. There were two **** costumes inside. She helped An Mei change clothes and affected the vines. Someone tapped the wall gently. Meng Fuyao pulled the dark charm to turn over. There was a small courtyard next door, and a man with the appearance of an **** was waiting under the vine flower shelf.
Seeing two people coming, he walked away silently, with particularly light steps, and pointed to a closed door, motioned for the two of them to pass, then exited the courtyard and looked through the half-covered door. When going out, all guards and eunuchs guarded the door.
Meng Fuyao was still a little hesitant, fearing that this was a trap of the regent or the emperor of the actor, but An Mei took her to stride and push the door.
With a sound of "squeak", the carved fan was gently pushed aside, pushing open a room with a soft and charming scene.
Golden hook, jade tent, soft silk mattress, bronze beast incense burner, blue smoke floating, red sandalwood and hundreds of flowers embroidered on the screen, shadowy shadows of naked men and women with entangled bodies, demon voices and soft whispers, look at the posture or sit on the floor The raw lotus or the old man’s cart is overturned bizarrely, the lingering and rippling aroma in the room, mixed with the breath of * and body fluids after the **** of men and women, forming a rich and weird smell, and bumping into it rashly The person's face is reddish.
"Your Majesty... slave and maid... not become..."
"Oh, my dear, sweetheart...My good show...Called Long Live..."
"Long live... Long live... the servant is called Zier... Why do you... always forget..."
"Oh...Zier...You are really pleasant...Come...change your posture..."
"...Oh, my enemy..."
The coquettish whispers are mixed with low breaths and whispers. The snow-white jade arms are trembling from the sandy tent, and the fingertips are scratching gently in the air...Dian Mei turned her head, Meng Fuyao smiled, pulled a chair and sat down, leisurely preparing to slowly admire the hard-working **** erotica, Master Yuanbao in his arms poked out his head, stared carefully, then stared again, suddenly stretched out his paw to cover While holding Meng Fuyao's eyes, his gaze was scorching and unreliable. Meng Fuyao pulled down his troubled hairy claws and covered his hands. With his physical advantage, he covered the whole body of Yuan Bao, regardless of Ya's struggle. He whispered in his ear: "Be good, don't look at any evil, there will be needles."
Then she went away with great interest, and Master Yuan Bao was grieved-because my paw can only cover half of her eye, can her paw cover my whole body?
Meng Fuyao was studying the name of the new posture. Suddenly it went dark in front of him. Someone’s hands were covered, and his uninjured smooth palms smelled of medicine. At the same time, I heard him say indifferently: "Don’t be polite. Long needle eye."
Meng Fuyao pulled down his hand angrily, bitterly, the two of them made a fuss, they were immediately alarmed after the screen, a certain actor was at a critical juncture at the time, but he pulled away very miraculously. He turned over and rushed over, lying on the screen, without any shame, greeted the two people who were looking at the erotica: "Come here."
It's generally calm when someone hits me while eating.
The woman exclaimed, and first trembled: "Hurray, why are you now...now..." Suddenly she noticed the figure in front of the screen, and she screamed.
She sprang up, her snowy skin and jade skin flickered like a fish. Meng Fuyao looked at the man very rude, but she was a little embarrassed to see the woman. She turned her face subconsciously, and before her face turned around, suddenly the corner of her eyes glanced at Xuanyuanmin The bare arms leaning on the screen waved like lightning at the moment the woman leaped.
A snowy color flashed, and the arm clasped the woman's neck. Then, Xuanyuan Min smiled sweetly, warmly, and gently closed her five fingers.
"Crack."
The sound of her neck being twisted, sounded like thunder in the quiet elegant room, the woman made a few throats, her wide-eyed glance desperately at Xuanyuanmin who was smiling sweetly at her, and then, the whole The neck hangs weirdly.
She is dead.
Dead in the palm of the emperor who was still having fun with her just now, who kept saying that she wanted to seal her as a queen.
Dead on the top of a dream of extreme excitement and joy, and then fell from the peak of the *, fell on the brocade of flying dragons and phoenixes, fell into the pool of blood that he had just flowed out.
The first victim of the imperial intrigue, Yu Wenzi.
There is no sound in the room, a touch of blood mixed in the spring mood of the room, and Xuanyuanmin smiles like a flower in the smoke.
Meng Fuyao stared at him like a piranha.
A man who can instantly choke to death a woman who had been married to each other in the spring breeze, what kind of man would that be?
What kind of race are the Xuanyuan family members?
Compared with them, whether Taiyuan Qixunyi, Wuji Dewang, Tiansha Zhannancheng, they are all pure and lovely like the newly-born Lord Yuanbao.
Meng Fu sighed and sighed—it’s the environment that brings up talents...
She regretted her choice a little bit. It seemed that going to Xuanyuan's muddy waters was no longer seeking skin with a tiger or seeking a tiger with Pi. It was more difficult than letting a tiger become a monk and become a vegetarian.
Xuanyuanmin only looked at her with a charming smile, and said softly: "Long live...this woman is not dead, how can you be my queen? So speaking, you killed her."
Meng Fuyao said silently for a long while: "One day I will ride you under me... and beat you hard."
"Very happy." Xuanyuanmin smiled, "I was so fascinated by the last time you beat me, I never forget."
He threw a volume of essays and said, "Hurry up and memorize Yuwenzi's information. I have to hurry up to make a mask. Alas, are there such a lonely widow in my life? You have to do it yourself, right. Now... because I was lucky that you were too gracious, and Yu Wenzi couldn’t get out of bed for three days. In these three days, you have to endorse and get familiar with your identity."
"What the **** do you want me to do?" Meng Fuyao grasped the very detailed information in that volume, and estimated the time from the bottom of her heart. She took the dark and charming pulse this morning, and found that trauma is the second, and worse is his It seems that because of the true power on the arrow, the old wounds in the original body were induced. It would not be good if he did not recuperate for a period of time. He can still sit now, but it is just a hard support. He must be given time to recuperate. Now that I was trapped in this damned palace anyway, I had to settle down to survive from the cracks.
"It's very simple. This draft is not an ordinary draft girl. The level is very high. They directly fill up the four concubines to prepare for the future position. Therefore, there are only eight women living in this Cuifangzhai. They are the descendants of the regent’s distant relatives or close confidants. There are already a mess of meticulous works in our palace. Among the original four concubines, the good concubines and concubines are all of the regent. I can ignore these concubines, but once the queen is established According to Xuanyuan Regulations, the Queen’s visits to the emperor are not restricted and must be summoned more than four times a month. My freedom will be greatly restricted, so this Queen cannot do it for them, at least not now."
Meng Fuyao sneered: "I'm just a passer-by, what will happen after I leave?"
"Well then, who knows that you are reluctant to leave?" Xuanyuanmin smiled deeply, "Besides, how could you be a queen or concubine so relaxed? My concubine and concubine Shu, also I count on you to solve it."
Meng Fuyao yawned lazily, thinking that my old lady was really fateful, and even Gong Dou was on his turn.
"Why did you choose this Yuwenzi?"
"She is a distant relative of the Regent. Among the eight people, the bloodline is closest to him, and the one who lives farthest from him, from Changning Mansion in the northern border of Xuanyuan. The remaining seven are the daughters of the regent’s family members. Kun Jing lived in, many of them were grown up by him, but he was not too familiar with Yu Wenzi, the only loophole that could be exploited, and..." Xuanyuanmin blinked, "I have been very fond of her recently. Fortunately every day, she loves me so much that I can’t get up to bed. No one has a chance to get to know her."
"Xuanyuan Sheng didn't have any defense against you?" Meng Fuyao changed the subject as if he hadn't seen this guy's ambiguous expression, "Why would he leave such a big gap for you?"
"Where is the gap?" Xuanyuanmin smiled, "Almost all the people in the palace are his people, and the eight beautiful ladies are also his people. It's safe." He squinted his eyes, sly like a fox. Laughing, "But there are not many people, just useful, I grew up in this palace, for so many years, I can't afford a little of my own furniture?"
"Not to mention, His Royal Highness the Regent has been very busy these days." Xuanyuan Min smiled and pointed Meng Fuyao with his finger, "He has to worry about the assassin and his little princess."
"What's wrong with Xuanyuanyun?" Meng Fu raised his eyebrows. No way, he also attacked Princess Rabbit?
"It's just a minor illness." Xuanyuanmin smiled, "His baby is really tightly guarded, it's really not easy to pry some stitches."
Meng Fuyao didn't bother to ask him how to pry the seam. She herself was a master of these conspiracies. Xuanyuan Sheng had both scheming and force, and her only weakness was this daughter. If she didn't do it, who did she do it?
"Don't play with her... a very good child." Meng Fuyao sighed, "Otherwise, don't blame me for helping you well."
"You are really weird, you have to take care of irrelevant people." Xuanyuanmin raised an eyebrow to look at her, "Unqualified queen."
Meng Fuyao smiled, stood up and left, "Then please be clever."
"You don't want to know where Zong Yue is?"
Meng Fuyao turned around and raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know either." Xuanyuanmin spread his hands frankly and innocently.
Meng Fuyao punched him viciously.
"...but you become a queen, and you are both of my strengths, and you are afraid that you can't find one?"
Meng Fuyao snorted, grabbed the volume of materials, suddenly smiled and turned back, and said to the secretive who had been silent: "Chunmei, why don't you go and pour tea for your lady, the future empress?" "
"..."
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The new version of "Yuwenzi" stayed with "Chunmei" in the small courtyard that night. In the evening, the dark magic injury started to occur. He gritted his teeth without making a sound, but he was upset on the couch, Meng Fuyao I stayed up all night and was busy changing the medicine to cool and feed him. Seeing that his fever was too high, I simply untied his clothes and wiped his body slowly. She was a person who often took care of patients in her previous life. At this time, there is no need to avoid any precautions between men and women, she only sees patients.
The napkin dipped in cold water slowly walked past the body of the smooth and delicate muscles and crystals. When the sweat was wiped off, the burning heat in the body was gradually taken away, the dark charm gradually calmed down, and the mind seemed to have recovered a little When Meng Fuyao rubbed his chest, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Fuyao's hand.
In order to avoid embarrassment, there was no light in the room. Meng Fuyao was caught coldly and was startled. He thought he was going to bite her finger again, but Anmei gently pressed her hand to her heart, and muttered. Meng Fuyao didn't hear what he said. He leaned closer to listen. Just when he approached, the rich and clear man's breath rushed into her face, and her heart jumped. Only then did she remember that his clothes were disheveled, and it was too ambiguous when he approached. Dodge.
She half-bended in front of the couch, her palm was tightly pressed by the dark charm, close to his heart, she felt the palm thumping, rushing, like a rushing stream flowing through the silent night, with The unspeakable calmness and convergence caused deep resonance on the vast ground. Meng Fuyao's heart beat again, instantly as if the same frequency as the heartbeat under the palm of the palm-the same mood, different thoughts, this winter night is cool The wind rustles, can't break the loneliness and fright that are deeply buried at this moment.
Meng Fu shook his lips and reached out to touch his hand, but An Mei suddenly let go of her, and at the same time let out a long sigh.
Meng Fuyao was startled, thinking he was awake, watching carefully his eyelashes were moving, dripping sweat on his forehead, still in a semi-comatose state, Meng Fuyao sat in the dark, holding a wet towel and staring at him for a long time , I wondered what kind of dream he was so immersed in that he let out such a helpless and desolate sigh.
In the second half of the night, she saw that Dark Charm was very weak, and decided to use Zhen Qi to heal him. Zhen Qi is precious. It is very dangerous to spend in this crisis place, but Meng Fuyao didn't think much about it. Health is not important, and when the dark charm gets better, can they be more free? Besides, watching him suffer in this way, her conscience of King Meng is always overwhelming and uncomfortable.
Who knows that she pressed her palm on the back of Anmei's heart, and just about to transmit her true power, her body suddenly shook. She seemed to be aware of her intentions in the chaos, and immediately developed resistance in her body. Meng Fuyao sent it three times. He was bounced off three times, and seeing that he refused to accept it, the stalemate made him unable to recuperate and had to stop.
This night, she never closed her eyes. She quietly watched the undulating body line of the dark charm back in the unlit room, and heard his breathing gradually turn from rapid to long and calm, knowing that the difficulty is over, she couldn't help but send out A long sigh.
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Three days later, Meng Fuyao's "Yuwenzi" formally took office.
On the night of the third day, Xuanyuanmin handed her the finished human skin mask. Meng Fuyao disguised her while despising Xuanyuanmin: "What speed are you doing? It takes three days to make a mask, which made my bones fall asleep. Up."
Xuanyuanmin immediately stretched out his hand: "I touch it, I touch it." Meng Fuyao stomped him severely.
Cuifangzhai fell asleep in the cubicle, of course he is now the close-knit girl Chunmei of Yuwen Zixiu, "Chunmei" is too tall to hide, so "Yuwen Zi" healed. "Chunmei" fell ill because "Miss waiter was too tired." Meng Fuyao was worried that it would not last long, but Anmei said that if he recuperated for a few days, he could barely maintain bone shrinkage for half an hour every day. If there is an occasion where "Chunmei" needs to be played, it should be able to handle it.
Xuanyuanmin once rushed to the cubicle to look at Dark Enchantment, and then looked back at Meng Fuyao's dark circles, jealously curling up the orchid and pointed out: "You two, do you want to be an adulterer day and night? Seven girls, it hasn’t declined like this!"
"Yes, yes, you are not defeated by the golden spear, you are really invincible seven times a night." Meng Fuyao kicked it out, "please, you have passed me'fortunately' today. Fortunately, I'm going to be overwhelmed by a sea of tongue knives and vinegar."
"That's great. I just saw your kung fu." Xuanyuanmin threw his sleeves excitedly, acting like a baby. "The first time I saw you, I thought you were definitely a harem killer...Good guy, when will you beat me up? Times?"
"Now!" Meng Fuyao stepped over, ping-pong-pong.
Finally, the emperor Rabbit who was humming with joy was sent away. Meng Fuyao opened the closed door for three days with a "squeak", leaning on the waist, "difficult and proud" and "difficult", with a The hotly favored arrogant woman walked towards the sun, in the complicated gazes that probed the brain from the next courtyard.
Meng Dawang finally took her sturdy and contrived step to officially kick off her Xuanyuan sturdy palace fighting career...
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"Isn’t this Sister Zi? I heard that I’m not in good shape recently? I’m getting better now?" Sure enough, before Meng Fuyao walked out of her yard, there was a beauty "passing by" with a scent of fragrance, standing Set footsteps, smiled in condolences, but the smile floated at the corner of the eyebrows and eyes, and it was fake.
This woman is anxious, lacks composure, and has third-rate acting skills-identification completed.
"Oh... Sister Lao Cheng asked, she finally got better." Meng Fu shook his brows frowning and sighed, "It's really...tossing people..."
The last sentence was said quietly, but immediately changed the woman's face, raised her face and hummed, and glanced at Meng Fuyao obliquely: "Sister Zi is so frivolous, but she is afraid that although the flowers are blooming, some people will break them but no one will appreciate them. At that time, if you fall out of the palace by any chance, who can you marry this decayed flower?"
"Sister Hua makes a lot of sense." Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, frowned and thought, clapping his hands after a long while: "It's really impossible, marrying your father, Beijing Hua's old friend is the most romantic. I'm greasy and slippery, I'm going to do those eleven rooms, anyhow, sister Hua, you have to call my voice mother."
"You--shameless!" The flower girl walked away with a pale face.
Meng Fuyao lazily spread his hands, too incompetent and depressed.
But someone smiled softly and said: "Sister Zi is rarely seen on weekdays, I don't know that my sister is so good at her tongue."
Meng Fu shook his head, and the woman in plain clothes under the vine flower stand smiled at her dignifiedly. This smile was very standard. The corners of the mouth were raised 30 degrees, and half of the crystal glutinous rice teeth were revealed. The angle and the arc were perfect. .
This woman is calm, lurking aside and watching for opportunities, her eyes are calm and her smile is reasonable, and her acting skills are sure to be at the upper-middle level—the identification is complete.
"Sister Xue is polite. Sister, I have always met people and talked about people and ghosts...talking nonsense." Meng Fuyao smiled modestly, "It's not as good as sister Xue, who is from a scholarly background, and is the most demeanor."
"No matter how decent everyone is, it is not as good as Sister Zi's favor and glory." Yushi doctor Jian Xue, daughter of simple stone, looked at Meng Fuyao's face with concern, moved Lianbu over and waved. The maid sent a basket.
"It's all something to reinforce the body, my sister doesn't look very good, please remember to cherish the jade body."
Meng Fuyao glanced at the basket, didn't pick it up, smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Sister, Xiaoan——"
A few days ago, at Xuanyuanmin’s order, their **** was transferred out. Now he is a personal **** who is waiting for Meng Fuyao. It is said that he was born in a poor young man who entered the palace. He was very cautious. He was often tired. Bowing silently, Meng Fuyao said: "Sister, this basket is really beautiful. It must be made by a famous craftsman in Beijing. I am embarrassed to receive the gift. Fortunately, I even snatched my sister's beloved basket. Xiaoan, go get me. The Pisces rattan basket that was bestowed in the house last time, and by the way, I will attach a copy of the pearl beauty powder given by your majesty."
"How embarrassing..." Jian Xue smiled stiffly, still maintaining her demeanor, took the basket and thanked her to leave, Meng Fuyao stretched bored bored as she looked at her somewhat deserted back .
Really, let's just say that her acting skills are medium to high, and the level of playing tricks is too low. This trick, we don't need to use our own wisdom, just relying on the edification of the golden branch of the palace of desire is enough to kill a lot of people. Things are not poisonous, but there are poisonous needles in the basket. In the future, something happens to the scene, and there is no evidence to just destroy the basket while people are not paying attention. The plan is a good plan, and the person's acting skills are too bad. The eyes change when the basket is handed out.
You still have to learn!
Meng Fuyao walked back lazily. Seeing that the weather was good and the winter sun was clear, he asked Xiaoan to bring a snack, sat in the yard and thought about things, wondering if all the people and events he had encountered in the past few years Too sturdy, so that this level of Gongdou looks like a pediatrician, and wants to fight the new emperor of Kitano, and all the things in the middle of the country are waiting. Now the new emperor of Great Han wants the small universe to break out again, thinking of Zhan Kitano suddenly I thought something was wrong, and I thought about it for a long time, then I remembered that I seemed to be walking too hurriedly and hurriedly, so I didn't even say hello to someone else?
Meng Fuyao thought for a long time without conscience, and decided—deservedly, who asked him to beat her?
Next, I thought of the hidden guard of Promise. There is no news so far. Xuanyuan's borders are too difficult to enter. In the past two years, the passage orders for other countries have been very few. Poor hidden guards, although they are tracking assassinations and spying guards. Good hand, but she can't stand the turbulent turbulence of various countries like this, she ran behind her **** all day long, and couldn't catch up. If the grandson Wuji came back, if she knew she had dumped the hidden guard again, her fart Fart will suffer again.
Oh... thinking of this guy, she couldn't help but sigh, and made circles on the stone table with sesame cakes, a big circle, a small circle, a smaller circle, and a Big fireworks, boom——
Don't ask her what she means, she doesn't know, haven't you heard the word "graffiti"?
The sesame seeds on the sesame cake all fell, Meng Fuyao dipped his saliva and picked it up one by one, huh...Eat everything in his stomach...
She finished eating the sesame seeds on the table and grabbed another piece of cake. Suddenly she felt something was wrong—the cake was four pieces just now, but now there are only two pieces left for Mao?
Something rustled on top of his head, Meng Fu waved his hand—a grain of sesame.
She stared at the sesame seeds for half a second, then raised her head and smiled: "Which greedy cat above has stolen into my yard?"
"Well, me, me, me, me, me!" Brushing the leaves, peeking out a round face, with round eyes, round mouth, round chin, round ears, and Meng Fuyao's eyes were black-- Did Doraemon go through?
Doraemon showed a soft smile of seven sesame seeds to Meng Fuyao, and said stickyly: "Well...Why is my sister's cakes better than mine?"
Meng Fuyao's eyes are black again-don't tell me that this is also a candidate for the queen empress, the mother of Xuanyuan is too out of routine...
Wait, the youngest in the draft is the youngest daughter of General Yangwei, 16-year-old Tang Yiguang...
The sesame seeds above her head are still rustling. Tang Yiguang's version of Doraemon talks slurred while not forgetting to chew the pancakes. Meng Fuyao quickly jumped out of her poison range and heard her say: "Well... …Sister, your **** are so big...how long..."
Meng Fu shook his head and looked down at his chest-- right? I’m 34B. Just now those two, one is at least 36D, and the other is estimated to be 38E. Before they reach the gate of the courtyard, their **** are almost at the bed. Why do Tang Yiguang’s eyes grow?
Doraemon is very stupid and unsightly and is still studying: "Mmm...how long..."
Meng Fuyao collapsed—this one should go to the nursery, not the palace.
The debris on the top of the head fell more violently, Tang Yiguang seemed to have a hole in her chin, and it leaked while eating, while she was shaking her fishing rod and trying to catch another one--she just used this method to catch a piece quietly. pancake.
Meng Fuyao glared at the hook dangling horribly above his head. I was really afraid that the doll had an unstable hook to his ears. He hung up all the pancakes quickly: "Please come down and eat, and eat in my neck. It's all your sesame crumbs."
Tang Yiguang said twice, put the cake into his mouth quickly, chewed twice, and magically wiped out the cake that was not smaller than her palm, jumped down to the ground, looked up at Meng Fuyao, said : "What else?"
Meng Fuyao saw how she was in martial arts when she landed, her eyes flashed, and she waved and smiled: "Yes, but you have to tell me, why are you running up the tree?"
"The housekeeper..." Tang Yiguang licked the sesame seeds on her fingers, not like sixteen but six years old. "Sit up high and you can see home." She blinked, her eyes quickly covered. Water mist, Hyun Ran weeping, "I miss home..."
She turned her eyes on Meng Fuyao's chest, revealing: This Mimi looks very mummy, can I rely on her eyes...
Meng Fuyao jumped up and hurriedly called: "Xiao'an, take a basket of pancakes to stop Miss Tang's tears..." carrying her skirt and fled away - she saw that the girl had secretive eyes, and she was really afraid of it. The baby who is still very fond of milk, seeks comfort from sadness, pounces on her and chews on her...
She rushed into the yard, slammed the door shut, leaned back against the door panel and panted for breath. For the first time, she felt the feeling of "meeting an opponent". Damn, she thought this Xuanyuan Palace she would kill ghosts and kill gods. The first one is unstoppable. Today, a Doraemon put her on the ground.
There was a low laugh from someone beside him, Meng Fu shook his head, and saw Anmei holding the door frame looking at her with a smile, her face flushed, thinking that the scene just now would not be seen by him, right? Half a yard apart, I immediately listened to the secret voice: "...The kid is actually really ignorant..."
Meng Fuyao was furious, turned around and cursed: "It's better than you!"
With a bang, Master Yuan Bao who was eating sesame biscuits was choked by sesame seeds and fell to the ground...
Dark Mei was stunned, her pale complexion turned slightly red, and Meng Fuyao felt that he had said something wrong again when he said something. The ground turned around and there were no holes to drill, and he wanted to sneak into the inner room with a squeak. An Mei blocked the door of the inner room, Meng Fuyao squeezed from his side, but An Mei suddenly stretched out his hand to embrace her.
He is tall and tall, he crammed the door of the inner room so full with his arms that Meng Fuyao couldn't squeeze it anymore. He slammed into his arms and wanted to break free, but he held it tightly. With her waist and head resting on her hair, she said in a low voice: "I thought about not getting close to you... What I can bring to you is the deceit of the human heart and the darkness of conspiracy..."
Meng Fu shook his hand against his waist, refused further contact with the body and skin, thinking as if none of you had brought me any bright, righteous, positive and noble things, right? But his mouth immediately said unceremoniously: "Then stay away from me."
"But I have changed my mind now." Yinmei ignored her and reached out and stuck her shoulder. "There is a kind of person who was born to break the darkness, like you, since you are destined no matter where you are. To encounter these treacherous conspiracies, since you are destined to seem to be unable to get rid of the darkness, why can't it be me?"
"You have a fever again? What are you talking about?" Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and his hand was caught by the dark charm. He put Meng Fuyao's palm on his face and said clearly: "Yes, My heart is burning, and I am sober because of the burning."
The skin under the palm is not hot, even a little cool, which reminds people of the deep snow above the distant mountains. Just like this man with wild and gorgeous beauty, his temperament has always been light and cold, but his breath is hot, that The eyes were hot, and the hand holding Meng Fu's palm tightly was hot, and the delicate and moist touch from underneath his body skin had been ironing the empty and cool place between the heart.
A room of silence, men and women standing opposite each other, her palm pressed against his face, speechless, the air is quiet, beautiful and unspeakable.
For a long while, An Mei turned her face with Meng Fuyao's palm, turned her soft and warm lips to her palm, and lightly printed it on.
Those warm and cold lips, soft brocade-like rose petals, or a bunch of moonlight filled with thoughts, so flicking from the edge of the palm to the palm, trying to be the closest place to the heart , Write his stories, the patterns of the past cherished in the dust, the tears in the agarwood crumbs, the faint aroma of the old clothes in the lacquer box, the deep and shallow moss marks on the corners of the old house, those The world has forgotten, remembered by him, and hopes to share with her.
My lip print, written on your palm, does not leave a deep impression of the world, but hopes to brand your heart.
One seal, one touch, one seal, the heart is very close.
Then secretly let go of her hand, turned around, and fluttered away. Meng Fuyao stood in a daze, holding his hand into a fist, and the slight dampness in the palm of her palm was quickly dissipated by the heat. , The shock in her heart hadn't completely dissipated yet, and finally she spread her hands and smiled helplessly.
For Mao and the others, they are so thunderous and so thunderous?
Master Yuan Bao sat on the table, looked at Meng Fuyao with his cheeks, and thought helplessly, there are so many peach blossoms in this girl, do you want to try to tell who is in my house? As a qualified and peerless family favorite, it is necessary from the perspective of defending all the rights and interests of the master; as a sincere and sincere pursuer of the master, Meng Fuyao's love rival, from the perspective of emotional exclusivity and self-interest, there is no need .
It's really embarrassing...
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Xuanyuanmin came over again that night, and Meng Fuyao blocked him in the room. He got fat first, then stepped on the back of your Majesty’s dragon, and asked fiercely: "That Tang Yiguang, how did she get into the draft team? Does it meet the requirements of the regent's queen?"
Master Rabbit hummed and happily stepped on the feet of Queen Meng, squinted and smiled: "You are right, it is true. She was born in the family of first-class military ministers. When she was four years old, she accidentally landed on horseback. It hurt her brain. Knowing martial arts, it’s a troublesome thing to marry someone, so it’s appropriate to marry me-with such a simple and straightforward queen who also knows martial arts, I will be tied to eighteen ropes, so I don’t even want to stand up in my life ."
Meng Fuyao smiled ambiguously, imagining the glamorous scene of the little queen gnawing on the actor emperor, what a drop of that... she laughed too wretchedly, the rabbit master turned her head in doubt, Meng Fuyao immediately smiled. Yelling: "So you threw this troublesome potato to me! Can't refuse to scold, can't beat, can't play, scheming has no effect, Miss Tang Guangguang, who played the plot in vain...I am god..."
"Long live, you are wise and martial, you are invincible and invincible, but a mere light, what is it?" Xuanyuanmin stood up flatteringly, "The concubine is willing to be the pioneer of the long live horse and clear the way for you. Sweep the enemy and resist..."
The King Meng who was squatting on his back was about to get angry when he suddenly got up and overturned. He suddenly heard something wrong and raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Huh? What happened to the moth?"
"Tomorrow is the official draft, Jiuyi Hall, the regent and I will come in person," Xuanyuanmin smiled and patted King Meng on the shoulder.
"My Sannomiya and Sixth Court, please burn it all and kill it all!"