Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 1: The Year of Fireworks

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"I'm asking for New Year's money." Spread out a pair of snow-white hands on the long table, holding a special big red envelope, which is very large, three feet in radius.

There was a snow-white ball squatting next to Snow-white's hand, and he immediately opened a fat pocket, which was very wide, ten inches long and wide.

One person and one mouse salivated his face, staring scorchingly at the gold master opposite.

The gold master leaned back on the chair leisurely, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, first glanced at a ball lightly, and said: "Yuan Bao, from you I finally fully understand the meaning of black." /

The fallen Ingot Master went to the corner to circle in shame.

In the powerful Meng Dawang dictionary, there have never been such words as "retire without a fight" or "self ashamed". The red envelope is still handed out reluctantly, with a wretched smile: "The requirements are not high, only a thousand taels. The silver bills of denomination are filled with this package, and I believe that His Royal Highness the Prince will definitely not refuse my small request."

His Royal Highness smiled, raised his long eyelashes and glanced at her, and said: "Don't worry, everyone in the world dare not treat you badly to King Meng."

"Oh?" Meng Fu shook his cheek.

"Worry about your rabbit running around."

Meng Fuyao grinned, and said: "This sentence from Ji Yu's ice cube mouth is really effective...Hey, why is he leading my king army? Zhan Beiye doesn't need him?"

"Perhaps." His Royal Highness said badly: "You have to know that there are cases in the courts of various countries. In this case, Ji Yu cannot be an official."

Meng Fuyao glanced at him with a smile and said, "Shameless, shameless."

Changsun Wou-ki is humble: "Thank you for your reward."

Meng Fuyao was helpless, a certain prince was as thick as a city wall and his heart was as black as ink. He hoped that his conscience would find that it would be better to expect Zhan Beiye to dance naked in public, so he had to change the subject: "Hey, are we going to the hostess He Xuanji? But you haven't said which Xuanji heroine is."

"I don't know." Changsun Wuji said: "Unexpectedly, the heroine's name was not stated, and I don't know which one Feng Xuan played."

"Did Feng Xuan die?" Meng Fuyao was stunned, "Who will the new emperor not die?"

"Being the emperor, there are many examples of Wuzhou Continent. Taiyuan had to avoid the emperor because of too many sons. Now Xuanji not only has more sons but also more daughters, it is naturally more troublesome. It’s not easy." Changsun Wuji smiled and said: "But as far as I am concerned, things are not that simple."

"How many babies are there? Only three I have seen."

"Eight men and nine women, there were more earlier, but the damned ones are dead."

"Really able to give birth..." Meng Fuyao sighed, "Litters like piglets."

The grandson Wuji glanced at her with a smile, and said for a while: "In view of the troubles you have caused everywhere, I will give you a brief description of the piglets."

"It's not necessary," Meng Fuyao knocked on the table, squinted and smiled, "Is there anyone who is oppressed and bullied needs my old man to join in to help grab the throne? Ah... Brother Yun Henyun, looks like he is leaving the throne. Is there a distance?"

"The things in this world are hard to say very much." Changsun Wuji smiled, "Probably Xuanji will see you when King Meng is majestic and prosperous, and it is possible that he is crying and asking you to be the emperor."

"This is reasonable." Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, waved, "Let's talk and listen."

"The queen’s two sons and two daughters are the most competitive, followed by the two daughters and one son of Concubine Rong. The eldest princess and the eldest son are in her name. Concubine Ning’s family is strong, and her three princes are also It is quite status. It is said that people are all talented in civil and military affairs, and they are very favored by Feng Xuan. As for other concubines and even the children born to court ladies, there are many outstanding talents, but after all, due to the inherent limitations of the mother's status, just pay attention."

"That's not right..." Meng Fu shook his head and looked down at the information about the princes and princes of Xuanji, and said in amazement: "The princes and princes of Xuanji are so old, why are the children of the queen the youngest? After the queen, the concubines Nothing to do anymore? This is unreasonable. According to his age, Feng Xuan was still not able to give birth to children. Is it because his wife marries too many babies and gives birth to more babies?"

"The current queen of Fengxuan is the successor, much younger than Fengxuan and the concubines," the grandson Wou-ki smiled meaningfully, "famous for her jealousy and fierceness, and is known for her fierceness."

Meng Fuyao laughed and said: "Wan Guifei?"

The grandson Wuji looked at her questioningly, Meng Fuyao shook his hand and said: "It's nothing, I think of a certain period of history, the jealous Concubine Wan Gui forbids other women to have princes, and Queen Xuanji is really the same thing, haha."

An idea flew across her mind for a moment, but it was nowhere to be seen. In a twinkling of an eye, she saw Changsun Wuji staring at her deeply, and said: "Which country and dynasty is Fuyao your history?"

Meng Fuyao choked, and when he relaxed his heart, he let out his mouth, but Changsun Wuji said again: "Fuyao, your weird history, don't talk about it in front of others in the future."

Meng Fuyao let out a cry. He didn't really think about what the grandson Wuji would say. It is better to say less in his heart. He stood up and stretched his waist and said: "Hungry, let the store serve food, oh, alone New Year’s Eve dinner."

She looked out the window, looked at the lights of Wanjiarong outside the inn, and listened to the faint noise of a toasting and changing a cup from a distance, and sighed: "I have never used a big table. The year when people eat New Year’s Eve dinner..."

"Who told you to run so fast?" Changsun Wuji patted her on the head, "I have to leave Kunjing yesterday, otherwise Zong Yue will definitely let Manchumen and Martial Arts accompany you to drink at Chengming Hall tonight." /

"Forget it." Meng Fuyao sighed, "I don't want to stay in Kunjing. I see the devastation, the blood under the corner that has not been wiped away, and the Lintian building that has been half-destroyed. I will think of the father and daughter hanging on the fourth floor... Xuanyuan Sheng is dead, but what is wrong with Xuanyuan Yun? Anyway... it is all my sin."

She held her hands on the window sill, staring at the peaceful lights of this small town near the border of Xuanyuan, she smiled for a while: "The ruins of buildings can be rebuilt, and the ruins of people's hearts cannot be restored... But the more Wangzong can give the people Rest and rejuvenate, but hope he can be a good emperor obediently..."

"Swinging." The voice of the man behind her was gentle, and then her heart warmed and she was taken into his arms, her back pressed against his chest, and she felt the heartbeat under the skin and clothes calm and powerful, she Listening so quietly, in his warmth and rhythm, he felt his heavy heartbeat gradually eased, flowing water with the same rhythm as his ups and downs, as if a touch of piano strings were clear and elegant, dispelling the cold night of the town. The last bit of loneliness at the end.

"Anyway, I am here."

Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, watching the figure of Changsun Wuji being hit by candlelight on the wall in front of her, a slender silhouette, she slowly stretched out her finger, at the heart of the silhouette, slowly Drew a heart.

Um...I know you are.

The two of them didn't speak, and looked at the deep night outside the window downstairs, listening to the time quietly flowing in the hourglass, gradually moving towards the new year.

Meng Fuyao smiled lightly, thinking, it's nice to be warm and not lively.

When the hourglass was about to run out, fireworks suddenly flashed in the southwest corner of the city, and a red light leaped into the night sky with a "pop". The red light quickly ignited the blue night and brightened Meng Fuyao's eyes.

"Shoo!"

"Shoo!"

Several red lights blazed out like stars everywhere in the city, more and more, and gradually spread into pieces. The red lights are not expensive fireworks that can only be used in the imperial city, but ordinary firecrackers used by ordinary people. However, there are so many, every house burns bamboo everywhere, and the sound of firecrackers in the city crackles into one piece. At the moment when the hourglass runs out, countless red lights are blooming over the small city, reflecting the blue sky, like a deep red and gorgeous eightfold in the sky. Cherry blossoms, and when those red light bands swayed from the sky, it was like a long stream of red Manshu sand hanging under the clouds.

Under the bright light, there was a sudden sound of opening doors everywhere in the streets, and the adults and children of each family came out with lanterns and laughed, holding more or less firecrackers in their hands. Those floating lights slowly fluttered in all the streets, like the starlight spring water leaking from the Tianhe River, flowing through this small city that had just been covered with darkness and calmness.

The border town lights up in an instant.

Meng Fuyao stared blankly, watching the city’s heart lively, watching the black meridians of the city filled with bright lights, she wouldn’t think this was just a coincidence, the border city was barren, the best in the city The inns are just simple wooden beds with white stubbles of wood exposed, and they creak when they sleep. The people’s lives are especially poor, and it is impossible for every family to afford firecrackers. She remembered passing by the government office when she came to the city to live in today. The people were queuing up to receive something, thinking it was just the government's New Year's Relief. Except for the strange number of people in the line, they didn't think much about it. Now it seems that they are distributing firecrackers to the people in the city just for the sake of keeping the year old. At night, the city was full of prosperity at a moment when the old and the new changed.

Because of her arrival, a city was lit up.

The huge fireworks were presented to her by the person in white clothes like snow. He knew that she didn't want to experience the prosperity in the imperial city where the blood was still alive, but he yearned for the warmth of gathering and fear of loneliness. So he chose such a way to illuminate her eyes that were just touched by loneliness.

Meng Fuyao's eyes were very bright, shining with the swaying silk of red Manshusha in the sky.

That year, she gave someone a lively event.

This year, another person took great pains to send her a lively event.

All the good thoughts in this world are so precious that they make people happy but want to sigh.

Behind her, the grandson Wuji gently embraced her, watching the brilliance of the city together, thinking slightly in his heart, in fact, he also had such a plan, but at any rate in other people's land, he swayed by his side. Forget it...'

However, it is enough to be moved for a while.

His Royal Highness, who thought he was very generous, gently flipped the startled Meng Fuyao in front of the window, and was very satisfied to appreciate someone's unconscious flowery lips, and then kissed deeply.

The fireworks are like fire, the city is full of flowers, and the 100,000 miles of sky is deep red smearing, reflecting the bright light in front of the second floor window of the small town inn, where the curtains are half-rolled, and the light is like a star, where the breeze is warm and the clothes are wrapped. Shuangfei, where the long man and the charming woman, embraced each other and stood tightly into a natural scenery like weeping willows.

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That year passed.

Meng Fuyao stepped on his **** 18-year-old, and walked to the 19-year-old with an unknown future in the middle.

Compared with the emptiness and emptiness a year ago, or three thousand years ago, she felt that although she had encountered hardships frequently, she was also becoming fuller.

She has been here and left the most distinctive trace of her own. Wuzhou Continent remembers her as she remembers a distant past life.

Meng Fuyao smiled lightly, leading his horse to walk on the quiet dawn and the empty long streets of the small town.

Last night’s carnival, every family was sleeping behind closed doors this morning. Meng Fuyao walked by stepping on the broken red firecracker confetti all over the place. There was a soft mood in such a fine touch.

Leaving the city gate smoothly, driving all the way, paying the customs clearance order before the Xuanyuan border gate, Meng Fu shook his head and looked over the gate as he passed the gate.

There are three sword holes, but the blood of the day has long been washed away. Right here, more than three months ago, another Zong Yue in black used the deceit and fierceness of the world’s number one killer to teach her how to fool Pass.

She is not a very good student, so she is skinned.

The horse galloped up the hill, she slowly reined in her horse and looked back. That night, she and Tiecheng were lying in this position, looking at the streamlined and sharp figure of the man in black in front of him, watching him cut open The night is like a sharp blade to cut through the beautiful figure of silk satin.

The figure of Zong Yue is really drooling...

Meng Fuyao showed a look of brother pig, and smiled lewdly, thinking that guy is probably sitting on the high and unreliable throne now, busy sorting and discriminating ministers, appeasing stability, and clearing out dissidents to consolidate the throne, right?

The best man on the Wuzhou Continent should sit in his place.

She smiled and turned her horse's head.

Suddenly yo-yo sounded in the distance.

Shen Hou is simple, melancholy and melodious. The Qingyue flute of different flutes is bright, but it turns back and forth and tastes like tea. It floats shallowly from the top of the city gate, blowing up cold snowflakes suddenly falling all over the sky.

Six plum blossoms of snow, whirled down with the desolate and distant xun sound, and fell on Meng Fuyao's black eyebrows purely and transparently, like a white butterfly on a blue feather, and then it melted silently and wet. A small piece of delicate feelings.

Changfeng, ancient road, liren, xun sound.

A song "Remembering the Old".

Who is remembering, and who is the old man? The tunes that were played to her at the top of the Great Hanqian Mansion’s pavilion at the time were the past that she had heard, now they all turn into snow drifting over the grass in the border town, and then quietly melted between the Yiren’s eyebrows and turned into a drop of memory. Tears.

At this moment, she is outside the city, and the dusty Lilma half-turned, he is in the city, and she is also a puff of dust from thousands of miles, she is outside the city, quietly raising her head in the snow, bashing her face Listening to a farewell xun in the snow, looking at the vastness of the world, thinking of the man with glazed eyes or lip color like cherry blossoms; he is in the city, in white clothes like snow, holding the ancient xun with golden-red cloud dragon pattern lightly, smooth The Shen Hou Xun's body was shining divine light in his palm, he blew so dreamily, thinking of the eagerness she rushed in the palace...the burning rocket on the top of the palace...she blocked his head when the long sword entered The hand... the hard-made Gong bucket bed... the delicate fingers when applying the medicine... the gentle kiss in the palm of the palm... the hug under the courtyard wall... the slap that fell from the skill in the play... she slammed his chest in grief and indignation The bang on the wall... The wish made by the falling red lanterns in Chongxing Palace... The first time in my life may be the last year I spent alone with her.

Those tribulations and hard times in this life.

Those dangerous journeys of staying together day and night, holding hands to support.

Since then, his life has moved to the pinnacle of honor, but his feelings have been washed out, so thank you for dancing.

The falling snow is getting denser, and the world is white. In the flying snow of the ancient road, some people are blowing ancient xuns with frosty white, and some are listening quietly in the snow of Yinshan Mountain.

One song ends, and the two are silent.

Meng Fuyao stared in the direction of the city gate, but no one was seen on the top of the city. She pulled out "Slaying the Sky" silently for a long while, and suddenly flicked her finger on the blade of the black light.

"Om——"

The sound of clearing fortitude spread, straight into the sky, Meng Fuyao smiled in that direction and turned his horse's head gently.

The road is stumbling, and the four hooves of a healthy horse are flying away on the snow of Guanshan. The sound of clear response that belongs to her zhenky temperament, but for a long time rang at the top of the empty city.

In the city, the man in white clothes and fur, slowly put down the Xun in his hand, and gently stroked the smooth Xun body with his slender fingers.

His brows are light and elegant, and a smile is like flying snow in the sky, cool and quiet.

Shuyao, take care.

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After crossing the border of Xuanyuan, from a reasonable distance that had never caused a commotion in Xuanyuan, I looked at a black head from a distance, and there were still people with flaming clothes, burning the cold and snowy air.

Emperor Dahan has been patrolling at the border, waiting to pick her up.

Meng Fuyao strangled his horse with a terrible headache, stroking his forehead, and said: "There is a tiger in front and a wolf behind, and there is a fox by my side. Why do I have such a hard life..."

Master Yuanbao wore a little cloak on her shoulders, rolling black eyes, and said in her heart: You have no conscience, you won't be too crowded when using others.

Unfortunately, Meng Fuyao himself knew that asking God is easy to send God away, so he sniffed and went forward and said, "Ah, the weather is good today, will your Majesty come out to hunt?"

Zhan Beiye's black eyes only stared at her, and said: "I will come out to hunt rabbits."

Meng Fuyao twitched his mouth--it is said that rabbit hunting has become synonymous with robbery.

"Weichen has no long objects, and his bag is empty." Meng Fu shook his hand, "There is really nothing that your Majesty can see."

"You can do it." Zhan Beiye watched Meng Fuyao's grandson Wuji Yu Wuwu, and the answer was simple and direct.

Meng Fuyao looked up at Zhan Beiye's black king, Wang Jun, who belonged to her own subordinate. He wondered if this girl could not confess such a casual confession regardless of time, place, and occasion? You know so many of her future subordinates are listening with ears upright.

"I heard that you are going to Xuanji." Zhan Beiye didn't wait for her to answer, "Where are you going to take the past?"

"From Yaocheng, you can go to Xuanji from the waterway," Changsun Wuji, who had been silent, said with a smile: "Fuyao has not been back to Yaocheng for a long time."

"From the three counties of the Changhan fief, you can directly enter Xuanji." Zhan Beiye looked up, "Fuyao has never even returned to her fief."

Meng Fuyao touched his forehead again... It is not a good thing to buy more properties everywhere...

"This matter is decided by Fuyao himself." It turned out to be Zhan Beiye who said this. Meng Fuyao looked up in surprise, but he seemed to add casually, "The queen mother came out with me to relax, fifty miles away. She is stationed in Wuqing County. She hopes to see you. She is not well. I dare not let her follow the army. Now she is there waiting for you."

Meng Fuyao stared at him...Zhan Beiye, you also started to play scheming!

This is the nearest border of the Three Kingdoms. If you want to take Dahan or Wuji, you can only decide from here. It is also the most convenient place to go to Wuji. Once you get to Wuqing County, there is no national border there. If you go to Wuji, you have to turn around. There is no reason to go to Wuqing and then go back to Wuji.

Zhan Beiye seems to let her decide on her own, but in fact she calmly overcasts her. Going to Wuqing County is equivalent to leaving Dahan. If she does not go to Wuqing County, how can she bear to let her The sickly Queen Mother waits?

Damn the battle against Beiye, how can you put his mother out?

Zhan Beiye understood her gaze and raised her eyebrows: "Where did you think about it? The queen mother has not been out for many years, so she wanted to relax."

Meng Fuyao glared at him--yes, it was because she came out to relax, but her elderly would not suddenly wake up to choose Wuqing County to stay?

Zhan Beiye greeted her gaze without fear. Meng Fuyao was helpless. She didn't think where to go was that important. She just felt that making decisions like this in front of so many people seemed a bit wrong, but she was hesitating. Listen to Changsun Wuji: "Since the Queen Mother Dahan wants to see you, go to Wuqing County."

Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief and gratefully glanced at Changsun Wuji. The latter smiled lightly at her, revealing, "When you need to make a concession, give in. In fact, sometimes retreat is to advance and it is not important to retreat where you go from. Sovereignty matters" with a meaningful look.

Meng Fuyao barked his teeth and smiled, showing "There is no treacherous treacherous for you, only more treacherous belly, you are humble second and no one dares to admit the first" look contemptuous.

The exchange of eyes between the two people was in the bottom of Zhan Beiye's eyes. His eyes flashed, he suddenly raised his whip, pointed to the Promise Realm not far from the front, and smiled: "His Royal Highness, if the Dahan Army stepped on from here at this moment Turn over the boundary monument, swipe the army south, and invite you to my Pandu as a guest. I don’t know how it feels?"

"嚓——"

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of long swords turned out into the sky, and the color of snow flashed continuously, and they were cut into a turbulent light net, which firmly shrouded Zhan Beiye under the net.

The sword light flashed, the eldest grandson Wuji smiled calmly: "Rather than laboring tens of thousands of troops to invite me Wuji Wenwu to go to Pandu, it is better to invite your Majesty Dahan to visit Zhongzhou as a guest?"

"Keng!"

The Dahan Army, who was three steps away from Zhan Beiye, suddenly changed color, drew their swords together, and Xiao Qi, who was silent on the side of Zhan Beiye, took a step forward, and the sword light flashed and cut off at Changsun Wuji.

Zhan Beiye waved his hand to stop Han Jun and Xiaoqi, coldly watching the Wuji hidden guard who suddenly appeared attacking him from behind the hillside in the bushes, with a look of disdain: "Just rely on these few Huh?"

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled: "There are also soldiers and civilians in the territory of Yaocheng near the border of Wuji. Yaocheng soldiers and civilians are known for their loyalty and courage. The first level is here, and if she wants to come to work, please ask Han Huang, it may not be impossible."

Meng Fuyao looks at the sky... You two pinch each other, and then do your hair pull on me? Changsun Wuji, you are so abominable. It is Zhan Cannon that offends you. Why are you turning over my old account?

Zhan Beiye turned his head and glanced at her, only that the tight lines on her face were slightly loosened, and in a daze he saw Yao Cheng Shanye that night, the woman who was buried in the pool and crying under the water, saw the moonlight There was a startling glance at the jade-colored body, and the delicate pink foot prints with faint blood stains left on the bluestone.

Oh... forget it.

Are you really beating the Wuji country?

Emperor Dahan raised his head to Changtian, took a face of cold snowflakes, and his hot heart was a little bit cooler, and he will have long been born because of Changhan fief and Changsun Wuji's design of his suffocation on Lingzhu Mountain in Xuanyuan. Forced to suppress it.

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, waved his hand to hide Wei and then hide, he drew his hand into his sleeve, and said leisurely: "Wuji and Dayan are always friends. Just kidding, my palace won't mind."

Zhan Beiye also laughed, stretched out his hand to hold Meng Fu and shook his horse's head, and said: "Sure, you don't need to speak if you really want to fight."

The two looked at each other with a smile, but Meng Fuyao felt that there was another "pop" in the air, which made her tremble.

Damn, the sky thunder hit the ground again...

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Breaking the snow all the way, in the Wuqing County Posthouse, I saw the earlier toffee and now the queen mother. The woman was slightly plump and her complexion was excellent. I can see that Zhan Beiye did his best to serve her-he was thousands of miles away. The **** battle to grab the throne of a country was originally just to give the mother a peaceful and peaceful old age.

When the Queen Mother saw Meng Fuyao, she immediately smiled sincerely, opened her hands and asked her to come over, calling: "Daughter-in-law..."

Meng Fuyao was just about to run over happily, he staggered when he heard this sentence, and quickly looked back to see if Changsun Wou-ki had followed him, and when he saw him sitting in the post hall drinking tea, he suddenly turned his head like a smile instead of a smile Look at her, Meng Fuyao shows him immediately

A confident smile with no guilty conscience.

The grandson Wuji smiled, raised a toast to her and made a mouth gesture. Before Meng Fuyao could read it out, the indoor queen mother had already waved to her: "Daughter-in-law, come here."

Meng Fuyao was afraid that she would yell a few more words and then it would be known to all. He hurried to get close to her. Zhan Beiye sat beside the queen dowager and looked at her with his hands on the knees. Meng Fuyao was thinking about whether he should be symbolic. Shige Zili gave the Emperor a face, and the queen mother had moved her body and motioned for her to sit next to her.

Meng Fuyao sat there, and then became embarrassed. The couch is not big. It is a bit difficult to squeeze three people. What, the emperor, why do you have to sit here in so many places? Don’t you think your buttocks occupy the area of ​​the two of us?

The Emperor Zhan didn’t think that, he pursed his lips, took a cup of ginseng soup, and personally tested the temperature of the ginseng soup before feeding his mother spoonfuls of spoonfuls. The queen mother leaned on the brocade and took a sip, looking calm and peaceful. Quiet, with unspeakable satisfaction-for her, being able to be with her beloved son day and night in this life is the greatest happiness in life. As for being improperly emperor, she has no consciousness.

The room was very quiet, the light was softly lit, and the people who were feeding and drinking were very attentive, except for the slight sound of the silver spoon and the porcelain cup hitting each other, Meng Fu shook silently while watching , She liked the battle at this moment very much, he leaned slightly under the lamp to feed soup to his mother, taking off his fierceness in the daytime, with a kind of silent and moving kindness.

A long, long time ago, she also fed her mother black chicken soup like this...

Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, with tears floating in his smile, who is making soup for her now?

After the queen mother finished drinking, she smiled and raised her hand. She never said anything, but every word she said made Meng Fuyao's heart tremble. She said, "Slim".

Then she looked back and smiled at Zhan Beiye. Zhan Beiye was stunned. A suspiciously red fluttered across her face. Meng Fuyao immediately jumped up and said, "No, no...I...I’m most afraid of drinking ginseng. Soup..."

In this life, she has spoken fluently like Bengdou, cursing others, like a machine gun, and can be broken into a reasonable and reasonable King Meng who has the upper hand. Finally, she has the rare shyness and stuttering in her life...

Well, if the Emperor of War really upholds his mother's training and feeds her such a bite, she will hit the wall without burrowing...

Fortunately, Zhan Beiye is not the long-time Sun Wuji after all. Knowing that his face is red, it means that he probably can't do this. He lowered his eyes, coughed in disguise, and seemed to want to go, but he did not go after thinking about it.

Meng Fuyao only feels uncomfortable at the moment. She and Zhan Beiye are alone with each other a lot. Now that she is separated by an elder, she feels constrained, her position is constrained, her expression is constrained, her expression is constrained, she wants to go but can’t. No matter how arrogant and arrogant she is, she can't show up in front of a woman like the Queen Mother and scare her.

I had to smirk at the Queen Mother, who also smirked at her, smiling happily with the eyes of her daughter-in-law, and then Zhan Beiye watched them smirk so happily, not knowing what he thought, the corners of her lips also smiled meaning.

Three people in a room, just like this, you look at me and I see your smile...

Meng Fuyao finally laughed and was on the verge of collapse. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and was thinking of resigning. The empress dowager suddenly took her hand and raised her hand at the speed of lightning that a patient could hardly reach. Stroke, he struck a bracelet on her wrist.

Then I heard a "click".

Meng Fu shook his head and saw that there was a flat bracelet on his wrist. It was ebony with a heavy luster. It can be seen that there are no patterns on the outer ring of the bracelet, but the inner ring has simple lines. The clumsy pattern, because it has been worn for a long time and has been in contact with the essence of the human body, it has been nurtured as smooth and soft as nephrite. It feels heavy to wear, but it is like a cloud.

Meng Fuyao’s first instinct is that this must not be a simple thing, don’t be something like "the mother-in-law gives the daughter-in-law heirlooms" and so on, hurry down from the wrist, don’t want to wear it Her hand was quite wide, and somehow she gave the Queen Mother such a "click", it was the size of her wrist, and she couldn't hold it down anyway.

Meng Fuyao almost sweated in a hurry, and suddenly remembered the lip-synching that the grandson Wuji had made before he came in. At this moment, he suddenly interpreted it in a panic. He was saying-don't accept anything.

...This person can even guess this!

Looking at Meng Fu shook his head and struck the bracelet desperately, Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed unhesitatingly, enduring and forbearing, finally couldn't hold back, and said in a deep voice, "This is the bracelet worn by the queen mother since she was a child. It is her amulet. , What are you doing?"

Meng Fuyao felt that this nature did not seem to be serious enough, so he stopped and said, "I can't even hold her amulet."

"I'm the king of a country now, do you think I can't protect her yet?" Zhan Beiye looked at the black gold bracelet on Meng Fuyao's thin white wrist, so bright and shiny, I really feel so beautiful However, she can't take it off naturally, "The queen mother thank you, this is also her thanks. You don't need to take it off. There are mechanisms in this thing, and you can't take it off if you put it on."

Meng Fuyao didn’t speak, rolled his eyes, thinking about waiting to go out and try the bone reduction technique, but he knew that the bone reduction technique can only shrink the muscles and gather the overlapping bones, but it cannot really change the size of the bones. It's really difficult to take it off with such a tight wrap.

Hey...traps, traps everywhere...

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Getting out of the room and returning to his room, Meng Fuyao just opened the door and saw someone sitting in her room with a lot of time to read. He quickly put down his sleeves and tried to cover it. He didn't want the sharp-eyed look of Sun Wuji. By the way: "Received gifts again?"

Meng Fuyao is depressed, what is meant by "receiving gifts again"? Does she often receive gifts?

Changsun Wuji took her hand, looked at it carefully, without comment, and sighed for a long while: "You, success is also soft, and defeat is soft."

Meng Fuyao agreed, but he didn't let go, and said, "How do you tell me to throw off a patient's hand?"

Zhang Sun Wuji glanced at her and leaned on the chair, a wry smile flashed across his face, saying: "Do you like this scene? Sorry, maybe I can never give it to you..."

Meng Fuyao was startled, only to remember that he was referring to the Yuan empress. Compared with the love between Zhan's mother and son, the grandson Wuji not only couldn't give her such family happiness, he himself couldn't enjoy it.

Thinking about this, King Meng immediately felt softened again, and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "The queen will understand you one day."

The grandson Wuji took advantage of her waist and said in a low voice: "It's enough if you understand..."

Meng Fuyao stroked his back with her mother's love, and said softly: "Hmm..."

Then she suddenly found that the hands of His Royal Highness holding her waist seemed to be getting more and more dishonest, and then...

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a sound of hitting a table or chair in the room, and then someone screamed.

"Zhangsun Wuji, you **** dead fox!"

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After traveling for several days, I finally entered the fief of Changhan. All the people walked slowly in order to take care of the queen mother. Meng Fuyao was not in a hurry. The woman was trapped in the deep palace all her life, and now she finally has the opportunity to be accompanied by her son. Looking at the landscape of Dahan, and seeing her happy eyes that feel fresh at everything, how can we bear to urge? Besides, time is not in a hurry.

Zhan Beiye chose Meng Fuyao as the palace of the palace in Qiao County. The imperial court allocated funds to supervise the construction. The local government worked very hard to make it a magnificent and magnificent mansion. Meng Fuyao looked up and saw the golden plaque. The four bold and unrestrained "Dahan Palace" black letters, and then look at the vast and unexplained length of the palace, can't help but mumble: "People who don't know may think I want to usurp the throne and have made a small palace. "

Zhan Beiye raised his head to look at the plaque in the face of the sunlight, smiling a little brighter than sunlight, and said: "If you want the palace, I will let it out."

Meng Fuyao was silent, but when he didn’t hear it, he just stepped up the steps, and the front door suddenly opened. Ji Yu and Yao Xun each rushed out with a group of people. Ji Yu took the guard and sang on one knee. Yao Xun was greeted by the name, but he rushed over in tears, clutching at the corner of Meng Fuyao's robe and howling: "God, my lord, you are finally back. Pity I have made a lot of money recently, but no one boasted that it was uncomfortable... "

Meng Fuyao kicked it away and cursed: "Shishi!" He picked up Ji Yu with his hands and smiled: "Commander Ji, I haven't thanked you for killing the rabbit."

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Ji Yu's lips, and he lowered his head and said: "That's how Han Wang raises rabbits well."

Meng Fuyao laughed, slapped him **** the shoulder, and said, "Unexpectedly, you are also a good hand at making jokes." Turning around, bent over, and reached out to the grandson Wuji and Zhan Beiye, who were smiling and looking at her: "Finally. Entered two big bosses in my house."

Hearing her words, Zhan Beiye's eyes brightened with joy, and he raised his eyebrows at Changsun Wuji. Zhangsun Wuji smiled and looked unmoved. He leaned back and let Zhan Beiye go first. Zhan Beiye has always been casual and happy. Next, he strode in, and Changsun Wuji smiled and led him to walk through the hallway through the hall and continue into the inner hall. Please take a seat to accompany him in the main position, and then order the maid to serve tea... The emperor finally came back with a cup of tea and dared to love him. From beginning to end, he was greeted as a "guest" as the host!

Following Meng Fuyao, who dared to laugh but didn't speak, had already slipped out with his tail in his hands...

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At dinner that night, the Emperor Zhan had a dark face, and the queen mother looked at her son timidly, not knowing why he looked like that. Zhan Beiye found that he was shocked by his mother, and quickly relaxed the expression on his face. Meng Fuyao was amused. I also felt that the grandson Wou-ki was too much, so I had to do my best to persuade them to drink, and deliberately to pour the two people down to save trouble, but she was depressed to find that the two were a thousand glasses of not drunk, and she was sour after pouring the wine. , The two still didn't change their faces, and in the end they simply abandoned her. The wine was too slow, and the two directly joined together.

Meng Fuyao sat on the side with a sense of ownership, afraid that the two of them would get drunk and fight or something, but she guarded and opened her eyes to see that the two were drinking...

Shou ah shou, lift up your eyelids and have a look, drinking...

Shou ah shou, open your eyes and have a look, drinking...

Meng Fuyao was angrily, and strode out to stand up--I don't accompany my old lady, you go to death if you drink!

She had the intention to go back to sleep, and asked Ji Yu where she lived in the inner courtyard in the outer courtyard, but the damned palace was too big. She turned around for an hour and found sadly that she was lost in her own residence. .

All the rooms seem to be similar, it is really impossible to tell which one belongs to me, thinking that the whole palace is my own anyway, so I just sleep casually.

So she casually entered a room with well-equipped bedding and went to sleep.

Tired all the way, in her own palace, she slept relaxed and quickly went into sound sleep.

And now.

Late at night.

The moon is cold.

The long cyan street is silent.

A stumbling figure, struggling and staggering along the long street, dripping with blood and sweat all the way, can't help but fall and then climb up again, finally scratching the wall and picking the trees, moving step by step Dahan Palace.

A drunk person, slightly shaken, and unable to help the wall, stepped towards the room step by step.

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Recommend my friend Yang Yang’s "My Book of Red Makeup". There is a link in the introduction. Yang Yang is a veteran drama writer with a fresh and concise writing style, drama drama, very good writing.