Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 12: Langling lips and teeth

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She threw herself in his arms.

Tears have never been so worthless in this life. Large waterfall-like strands flooded his shoulders and instantly wetted his shoulders. The light purple became deep purple, just like the purple bluegrass growing by the stream. The color.

Meng Fuyao was buried in the arms of the grandson Wuji, and rubbed her tears, nose and blood unceremoniously on his shoulder. She was crying sullenly, but it seemed illusory through this person. The incomparably true embrace spilled out the depression he had nowhere to vent for eighteen years.

She cried: "She has more gray hair..."

She cried: "Let her live in winter anyway..."

She cried: "I saw her have age spots... age spots..."

She cried: "It seems that the martyrs have gotten their hands. Otherwise, where would the money come from the hospital..."

She cried: "Fatty, they still have a conscience, they know to accompany her..."

She cried: "A bunch of fools, hot pot, can she eat hot pot?"

She cried: "Who will give her a bath? Those awkward nurses? How much can they do? She is so self-respectful, some things...some things, who can help her... …"

She cried: "She is still waiting for me..."

The last sentence made the grandson Wuji's body tremble. Meng Fuyao immediately stopped. She cried for a while. The depression in her heart seemed to be washed by water, revealing a little moon and the daylight, and vaguely remembered that there are some things, but I still can’t Say too much happily.

Her obsession with returning, in this life, it is difficult to speak to others, to enemies, to ask for trouble; to friends, it is still to ask for trouble—Zhang Sun Wuji is considered the most wise and the most transparent among the people. An open-minded one, he knows how to let her fly, and how to give her freedom, but even he would never want her to fly out of the continents, out of this time and space, out of his life forever.

Some pain, I can only carry it by myself.

Meng Fuyao raised his sleeves, wiped away the tears, and then fell on the ground with a soft leg—the breath she held was vented, and she no longer had any strength.

As soon as Changsun Wuji stretched out his hand to hold her, he hugged her and sat down, sitting on the grass in the early summer night, holding her, quietly watching the moonlight and clear night.

The moon is curved like eyebrows, a shallow frown, thin clouds like paper, revealing a little jade-white light, fireflies flying around the body, streams gurgling, comfrey exuding a faint fragrance, and night insects lying in the grass tirelessly The whispering, the sound is crisp and bright, and the sound of a jade hammer hit the quiet of the night.

The wind in the wilderness is a bit strong, blowing people’s clothes and clothes, and the two shadows are glued together in the moonlight, but they are clearly defined. They belong to him and hers. Nothing can be wrong. Two people are so similar. Looking at the moonlight, you can see that the bottom of your eyes is moist. It turns out that in the depth and vastness, one or two people are just two stones, sinking in the abyss of years, and the body is endlessly distant. Lonely, and barren.

The faint scent of Changsun Wou-ki became stronger in this cold place, and I didn’t know which Zen temple was in the distance. There was a distant bell, Meng Fuyao sniffed the scent in a daze, listening The cool and magnificent bells flashed past those old things like a horse lantern from the bottom of my heart, wandering between the illusion and the reality, in a trance, if there is an understanding, but nothing.

I heard Changsun Wuji gently say: "Fuyao."

Meng Fuyao said softly "Huh?"

"The world is obsessed with getting, and for this reason, all the way forward, in fact get is close."

Meng Fuyao tilted his head, his reaction was a little slow and thought, what did he mean by this?

"Fuyao, do you have obsessions?"

Meng Fuyao answered honestly: "Yes."

"I have too." The grandson Wuji raised his head and sighed to Yue lightly: "When I was a child, I hoped my mother would not always sigh at me. It made me think that she never liked me; when I was a teenager, I wanted to find something I could protect. People, so that I feel that I am still needed. Later, I suddenly realized that what I was looking for was always nearby, and the road ahead was so far, I hope to go on with her forever."

Meng Fuyao silently replied softly for a long time: "Some roads are destined to be taken alone."

Above his head, the man remained silent for a long time, and he was unspeakably lonely in the smoky moon melt, while the four fields were empty, and the flowers and trees in the distance were blown by the wind, and the flowers fell like snow.

Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, and only felt that her heart was sour and bitter. The bitterness immersed in her internal organs, such a complex taste, and her destiny was so unwilling to be gentle, like a beast crouching in the dark and unwilling to be tamed. It's all about getting bitten and bruised all over, and unavoidably hurting innocent people.

It’s really shameless to continue to be greedy in the warmth of the grandson Wuji, she earns herself and wants to get up, but is hugged more tightly by the grandson Wuji, she pushes him sideways, but Changsun Wuji suddenly takes advantage of her. shoulder.

The light and shadow in front of him dimmed, and his lips had fallen down warmly.

It fell on her lips.

Language.

The delicious taste of lips and teeth, I only drank tea, somehow it brought a little bit of fragrant and intoxicating scent of wine, from one kind of softness to another kind of softness, from one kind of entanglement to another This kind of entanglement, his kiss is the wind, the moon, the cloud, and the fog. It is the purest nature in all creations. It sneaks in like a dream and fills her world with every inch. When she is barren, he will be full, and when she dries up, he will be moisturized and clean as promised. But it's so thick.

As if he had kissed the first hot spring, he was still so affectionate and graceful, sucking as soft as a poem written by a poet in a flower, but the kiss gradually became stronger, painful, with frustration and depression He seemed to want to permanently cover her lips with such a force, so that she could remember his taste and memory in the long term. The encounters and encounters of those lips and teeth, each time they were like electric shocks. Silent Shen Yin and trembling made her gasp gradually anxious, but he couldn't allow her to block the gasp between her lips. He kissed the unwiped blood from her lips little by little, and then That salty and sweet taste shared with her.

Feeling the struggle of the people under him, he draws closer. He has let go of her too many times since meeting him, letting her fly with her heart, and her swaying wings flicked through her heart like a knife, cracking blood. Yin Yin, he didn't want to let it go tonight, so he forced her once!

He doesn’t want this person to grow into a small pavilion, or this life’s electric rapids. If one day his hard work turns into blue, he becomes a time forgotten by her, then there is the **** and painful kiss of the night, to remember this A journey of overturning vicissitudes.

Such a heavy and ferocious kiss is no longer owned by the elegant and calm grandson Wuji, but it really ran over Meng Fuyao's heart. She closed her eyes and finally let herself go completely soft, with her waist in his arm. The bend couldn't help but bend back, bending into a weeping willow arc, but the tears in the eyes gradually came out, and fell silently into the corners of Changsun Wuji's lips, and then he was kissed with blood.

The four wild flowers fall like snow, the long wind plucks the strings at night, the green willow silk swaying down by the stream, drifting further away into the quiet spring mountain, the moonlight passing by the top of the spring mountain, undulating in the velvet green grass, illuminating kneeling The person embracing, illuminates the tears on her cheeks and the blood between his lips, illuminates her shuddering gently in his arms, her shoulders are delicate and thin, like a crane in the sky that wants to fly but is helpless.

This kiss is so long and so short.

He finally let go of her, swam the kiss all the way to the smooth and jade forehead, touched it lightly, and then pressed her forehead without moving.

The two heard each other's breath, entangled in threads, Meng Fuyao's low gasp drifted in the silent fields, and finally a drunken red rose from his pale complexion, and the rare waves of eyes flowed like spring. Incomparable bright light.

The grandson Wuji looked at her deeply, and said in a low voice: "Fuyao...you want me to take your birth..."

Meng Fuyao was silent, smiled for a long time, and said: "I found that we couldn't even say that recklessness between us. There are some things that God did not give from the beginning."

The dizziness on her cheeks gradually disappeared, her eyes cleared from confusion, she straightened up, sitting on her knees and slowly sorting out her messy hair.

Yes, I can’t say, I can’t indulge, I can’t indulge, if in the past, she had been hampered by the changing reality of time and space, hesitated whether her persistence was worth it, and had a heart of vacillation, but starting today, she will never again Will turn back the way forward.

Mom is waiting for her.

The eighteen years she feared the most had been determined that it would no longer be an obstacle separating her and her mother.

What else is there to stop her from running back?

Changsun Wuji slowly let go of his hand, with such helpless and desolate gestures, gently pulling in the void, but only a little dew on the night.

The person on the opposite side is quiet and outrageous. In that quietness is the determination that can't be changed, and in that outrageously is the persistence without hesitation.

He looked at Meng Fuyao silently, at the bitter fruit he got from letting go, the bitter fruit can only be swallowed in his heart, so stubborn, blocking the passage of his heart.

For a while, he said: "Fuyao, I will not let go."

In exchange for a long sigh—what can I say? What can I advise? Just as he couldn't persuade her, she couldn't persuade him selfishly and hypocritically.

Zhang Sun Wuji suddenly smiled and said: "I believe that sincerity is sensible. I believe that even if there is destiny in the world that overrides all will, there will be a way to break it."

He gently took Meng Fuyao and said: "Go to sleep, you are tired for a day. There are some things that can hurt if you think too much. It's better to forget it." Meng Fuyao can't refuse, he flicks his finger and gets used to it. Sex clicked her sleeping point.

Watching Meng Fuyao fall into sleep with a wry smile, the grandson Wuji stretched out his hand, slowly reached behind her heart, closed his eyes, the real air flow turned around for a week, and quickly turned around within her dantian.

For a long time, he let go of his hand and quietly looked down at Meng Fuyao's sleeping face, and gently stroked her slightly swollen lips with his fingers:

"Since it is destined to be so, and to make you fly higher, instead of watching you struggle for a lifetime under the torture of obsession, it is better to help you and break through the blue sky."

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After that day, Meng Fuyao returned to the secret house of Zhan Beiye to recuperate. She had no interest in the rumors of the real war chief who was rumored to the outside world. She only worked hard every day to recover from her injuries. Her "Bao Jiu Xiao" ranked sixth. Layer, she also smoothly integrated the true power of Da Fengyue Po and "Po Jiu Xiao". In fact, she has always been a little strange. It is said that she should not be able to integrate the three top-level true qi so quickly. In fact, she did it, and she was still dead The veteran Taoist is right. Only in the constant battle on the verge of life and death can he stimulate and increase his potential faster and reach a speed that ordinary cultivation cannot achieve. According to the dead veteran, he practiced at the age of 24. On the sixth floor, there is no one in the door before and no one to come, which is a miracle. Now that there is no one before, there is no one who has no one.

Meng Fuyao thinks that the old Taoist slumped, and she was in a good mood, but although she improved smoothly, her injuries were serious, and her fusion of true energy was also unstable, sometimes not, and it took a long time to recuperate. Now she has set her goal. There is still a mindless practice, and before the "Broken Nine Heavens" is not complete, she will not rush to the sky in a hurry. There is only one chance. Once she goes to the sky, she will never allow herself to fail!

So, do what you want to do as planned, and do damage in Tiansha during the recovery period.

Zhang Sun Wuji has "returned to the country", and Zhan Beiheng personally sent the "returned" Jang Sun Wuji out of Pandu, and gave him a scented car as a parting ceremony. It was full of purses sent by Tiansha noble women to him. Wishful wait, Changsun Wuji smiled and took the chariot with him.

It’s just on the face, in fact... Meng Fuyao sighed—the man changed his face and stayed beside her. According to him, his father’s health has improved recently and he can take care of things, otherwise It is also difficult for him to come to Tiansha, since he has come all the way, take a break before leaving.

Meng Fuyao didn't think he had any need to rest, but he didn't look very good, thinking that he was too shameless to drive people by himself, so he was silent.

Xuanyuanyun also left. This is a real trip. Her father returned to China and she didn't dare not go back. Before leaving, she was tearful and wanted to see Zong Yue. Meng Fuyao was dizzy after the Golden Palace contest that day. When I came back, I didn’t know how the two talked. I thought that the underground party had already responded to the code and let her in. As a result, Xuanyuanyun in the medicine garden was stung by a group of poisonous bees that Zong Yue recently tried to raise. On the other hand, Meng Fuyao's medicinal soup that night was infinitely close to a certain human excrement in color, shape and smell, and it was inaudible.

Zong Yue is the same, except when he first called out, the sound of "Brother A Yue" caused waves and pain in his eyes, and after that, it seemed as if the wind passed without a trace, and his mind was like a distant wilderness in the middle of the night. A lamp in the village seems clear and warm, but far away and silent.

After a few days of recuperation, she received a banquet invitation from Zhan Nancheng. Before leaving, Sun Wuji reminded her: "Zhan Nancheng did intend to invite you. I taught you how to behave well, but political affairs You don’t need to be proficient. What Zhan Nancheng needs is a brave general who can win over and is wise. You are not a master of civil and military talents. Don’t overdo it.” After that, he stuffed her with something and said: “ If something happens that makes you angry but unable to fight back, open it again."

Have Zhuge Liang's tips and tricks? Meng Fuyao snorted: "Will I be so angry and unable to fight back in my life?" Having said that, I still agreed. I went to the banquet with an invitation and Ya Lanzhu, and I met a BMW in front of the palace. Passing by, there was a Tiansha official on the side of the Xiangchao. When the carriage passed by her, it stopped. A pale and thin young man poked his head out to say hello: "So it was General Meng, did you go to the banquet?"

Meng Fuyao raised his eyes and smiled politely to the fourth prince of Shangfeng. The grandson Wou-ki "left", the brother and sister have not left yet? Looking at the look of this weak chicken, don't you know how she cursed Lianhua? Where is the rotten lotus? Bacheng has been crying in the house these days, right?

Thinking of Cao Cao and Cao Cao's arrival, the carriage curtain suddenly lifted, and Folian half-faced behind the carriage, smiling and saying to her: "General Meng, what a coincidence."

She still smiles gracefully and holy, her vibe is peaceful, and she is still the kind of noble elegance that resembles the grandson Wuji but is not godlike.

Meng Fuyao glared at her with a "sizzle" and a cold breath from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

She is laughing? Is she actually smiling? Is she actually smiling at her?

Damn, she has never convinced any woman in this life, and now she has convinced Feng Jingfan!

It's incredible that a woman who was scolded like that, could still keep her face still and laugh at the person who scolded her. Was she really hurt and scolded the wrong person that day? Or is Rotten Lotus suffering from intermittent amnesia? Or will her mind automatically clear the screen and delete all discordant words?

However, Rotten Lotus's next sentence completely shattered her illusion. Meng Fuyao heard that sentence and even felt that his eyes were dark--how can anyone in this world be so powerful...

Folian smiled and said: "How was General Meng’s injury better? Jing Fan was thinking that that day Jing Fan was really rude. Knowing that the general was seriously injured, he still pestered the general to invite a banquet. I can’t blame the general for blaming me."

The Fourth Prince Feng smiled and said: "General Meng probably misunderstood his younger sister? When the next banquet, the younger sister will offer a glass of wine to the General. The general is now famous all over the world, a true hero, and he deserves a glass of wine in Folian. ."

You can afford it, you can afford it, you probably think that your Buddhalian’s wine toast is to praise me, but I am afraid of drinking bad intestines... Meng Fuyao raised his sleeves, covered his lips, and coughed. , Said: "I have not healed from a serious injury, I dare not accept it, thank you, thank you."

The two also graciously invited: "The carriage is spacious, how about going in the same car? Since the general is still unhealed, he might get tired easily on horseback."

"I'm born with low bones and can't sit in a noble car. As soon as I sit in my three souls, my limbs are inoperable, my internal organs are not adjusted, and my seven orifices are smoked..." Meng Fuyao still covered his lips and stretched out his hand: "Please, please."

The two men left with perfect etiquette and politeness. Meng Fuyao put down his sleeves, stiffened his neck, and said to Ya Lanzhu to his side: "Jiuzhu, pinch me to see if I am still alive. ?"

Ya Lanzhu straightened her eyes, and said with anger: "I still expect you to pinch me, I haven't recovered my soul yet."

The two turned their heads woodenly and looked at each other. After a long while, Ya Lanzhu said: "Talent, talent wow... I don't think Meng Fuyao is qualified enough for you to lift shoes."

Meng Fuyao scratched his cheeks and said: "Zhuzhu, you see that they are called princesses. Compared with others, you are the aunt who makes a lot of noise in the vegetable market for a dime."

"Yes," Ya Lanzhu felt very sad, "such a noble princess with no time and grace, and a solid princess with a face like a city wall, I am really ashamed to be with her..."

"That grade is not bad or ordinary...No, I will be ashamed of myself if I sit with her." Meng Fuyao decided quickly, pulling his horse's head, and said: "Jiuzhu, I will trouble you, please do me and Zhan Nancheng said that I had diarrhea, and I went back to have a diarrhea."

"I also want to have diarrhea. I don't want to diarrhea now. When I see her, I will definitely have diarrhea. Let's be together." Ya Lanzhu followed and turned his head.

Unfortunately, it was already late.

The two teams greeted them, and the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette personally greeted Yalan Zhu with the servant. They had already seen Meng Fuyao Ya Lanzhu, and saw the two of them turning their horses in front of the palace gate, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold them. People's responsibilities are in their hands, and Meng Fuyao's insistence on leaving is also embarrassing for others, so he had no choice but to follow in.

She sat on the horse swayingly, comforting Ya Lanzhu: "Zhuzhu, just as someone accidentally buttoned a feces basin at the banquet, so you can't see or hear."

Ya Lanzhu sighed, and replied: "I knew I would put my stomach first before coming..."

Entering the Wude Hall where the banquet is given, the gods, the generals, and the royal families and sect heads of various countries who are still stranded in Pandu have already gathered together. Seeing her, they all smiled and greeted. Buddha Lotus sat in the upper third seat on the left. After seeing her coming in, Meng Fuyao looked up at her and smiled. After a long while, he took a breath and smiled.

Since you don't know how to be ashamed, since you can't kill you by scolding, then change to another way.

The official of the Ministry of Rites asked her to enter the inner hall in a low voice, saying that his Majesty would invite General Meng to enter the inner hall for a while. Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes and knew that the subject was coming, and quickly followed him in. Sure enough, Zhan Nancheng was there, but it was strange that there was none. In the battle of Beiheng, Meng Fuyao saluted, and Zhan Nancheng said a few gossips, and then asked: "General Meng was in the Wuji official Gao Jue, and he was so admirable that he was a young man and moved the Seven Kingdoms."

Meng Fuyao held the teacup, slowly, letting an invisible bitter smile pass over the corner of his lips, and then replied: "Your Majesty has awarded it, but it's just a mere martial title, it's nothing."

Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "The vacant position is noble and leisurely, and you can't wait for idlers."

"That is, that is." Meng Fuyao held the tea cup, perfunctorily.

"But then again," Zhan Nancheng smiled and said: "When I was a child, I read, and every time I passed the story of a former sage and hero, I had to cover up. I think that the man is in this world, the gold is like dung and the liver is as hard as iron. Inside, it’s so joyful to stick to simplicity and shake the world, or to run thousands of miles on the battlefield, or the two armies to take the lead of the enemy? It is a pity that I am an emperor who is trapped in this palace of silence all day long. It is really boring."

"Your Majesty is noble, and your Majesty has countless heroes who will drive you. It is better to be a general than a general. Who can compare with your majesty?" Meng Fuyao smiled and sighed.

"The general spring breeze is proud, but why does he sigh?"

"Your Majesty's words, sketch out the people's gloomy thoughts." Meng Fuyao sighed: "Caomin is not good at poems and books since childhood, only loves the art of war and martial arts, and feels that all men in the world should do the same, learn the arts and martial arts, sell them to the emperor's house , The head is made into a wine glass, drinking all the blood of the enemy," Meng Fu shook his knees, raised his head, and sighed with shining eyes: "Fang lives up to this life!"

"General Meng joked," Zhan Nancheng smiled, "Now you are also in the ranks of Wuji's third-rank military generals. If you become famous, who is disrespectful in the world?"

"The Caomin would rather unload the prints, take off the robes, change his ugly armor, and go to the battlefield three thousand miles away from the Great Wall, and fight with the people to roll, and the white knives go in and the red knives go out. It is happy!"

Meng Fuyao laughed, half-laughing "er", and quickly sat down and pleaded: "Caomin is rude."

"It's okay, I like a cool guy like you." Zhan Nancheng smiled and personally helped her up: "True temperament, true blood!"

He walked around for a long time, and finally asked the topic: "Looking at General Meng's expression, his brows are often frowned, and he is depressed. Could it be... Is there anything wrong?"

"What can be unsatisfactory? It's just being aggrieved and uncomfortable!" Meng Fuyao slapped his thigh and raised his body: "To tell the truth and your Majesty, Cao Min still feels that he went to the army camp to kill people since he was a general of the Lao Shizi. That day was the happiest day, and now I am drawing and drawing circles every day, and I am free to have a drink and chat with a group of officials, what do you mean!"

"The Prince Wuji is very fond of the general, and his promotion is just around the corner. The general has a boundless future. How can he abandon himself like this?"

Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and kept silent. Zhan Nancheng urged her to ask. She was very embarrassed. She hesitated and said: "The crown prince is pampered... I don't even want to fight the sword... ......I miss my dignified man......"

She talked hesitantly, Zhan Nancheng's eyes gleamed, and as soon as she confirmed the news in her heart, she stopped asking questions, but slowly laughed.

He more affectionately greeted Meng Fuyao to sit closer, and asked: "General Meng is good at warfare, can I ask you about the art of encircling the next step?"

"Your Majesty, the grassroots only know one or two things," Meng Fuyao sat down, fluently poking at the sand table that had already been prepared: "...coordinated operations, the infantry should be on the hills, forests, obstacles, If the terrain is unfavourable, you must dig trenches. The infantry and cavalry will be divided into reserve and combat teams to attack. If the enemy flanks me on both sides, if the enemy encircles me in a round formation, the archer should be in The outer layers of the flanks of each team are arranged in an echelon formation. This method will not hurt themselves, and the rear cavalry is also easy to recoil from the inside..."

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Half an hour later, Meng Fuyao swayed, and the Emperor Tiansha personally accompanied him out of the inner temple. Zhannan was full of spring breeze, holding Meng Fuyao's hand, and almost sending her to the seat himself, Meng Fuyao just gritted his teeth. After enduring and forbearing, he resisted the urge to pinch that hand to send him to grandma's house.

As soon as they came out, there was a banquet. It was just a list of the royal wealth. Meng Fuyao buried his head and ate, and determined not to look at the rotten lotus diagonally across the street. Unfortunately, she ignored them and they refused to let her go. Halfway through the banquet, Folian pulled the sleeves of the four princes, accompanied by him, took the wine glass and said with a smile: "This palace has always admired heroes the most. The true martial leader, General Meng, is a must. Of."

Everyone turned their gazes and smiled: "General Meng is so blessed, Princess Buddha Lian's wine is not something you can drink for idlers."

Yeah, waiting for the idlers who can drink it, whoever drank the stomach, Meng Fuyao straightened up, took the wine glass, smiled more fake than her: "Yes, the holy name of Princess Buddha Lian is well-known in the Seven Kingdoms. I'm a rough person, how do you deserve to drink the princess' wine?"

She held the glass, not drinking, turning the glass in her hand, facing the audience half-side, and smiled: "You don’t think that the princess is really martial, so I will carry Aijing to the next glass. The princess has a fate, she is half an old friend, she is really blessed to say it."

When she said that, everyone came and said, "I don't want General Meng and Princess Buddha to meet? But when and where?"

"In the Wuji Country Diecuishan," Meng Fuyao smiled, "At that time, the princess met a team of strong beams, and the guards were invincible. She happened to pass by, and the little one helped." Meng Fuyao smiled modestly: "That side I am really impressed."

"It turns out that the hero saves the beauty." Someone laughed, "General Meng, don't sell off, everyone is waiting to listen."

"In fact, it's nothing. The princess's guards are naturally brave, and the robbers are naturally vicious. All the sections of beauty in distress are the same. Only the humanity displayed in the meantime is surprising. "Meng Fuyao smiled, "The princess is really calm and pious to the Buddha. At that time, blood was splashed, the carriage fell, and the guards fell one by one in front of the carriage. The princess sat in the carriage, calmly and calmly, and chanted for the guards in time. , The death of one supersedes one, the deaths one supersedes the other......"

Everyone listened to this, and at first they heard nothing, and then they were full of aftertastes. The people in the hall are outstanding people. They don’t even understand a few words. Gradually, they can’t laugh, Buddha Lian. The hand holding the cup shook.

Meng Fuyao didn’t give up, and continued: “The guards died in time, and the princess was overtaken in a timely manner. He thought that those who were loyal to protect the Lord and died, probably before they had time to go to the underworld, they were caught by the princess’s unparalleled speed. I came out and sent to heaven. As the guardian of the princess, dying in front of the princess is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in a few lifetimes. At the very least, the money for a ritual is spared."

The whole hall was silent, not even the sound of lifting chopsticks, only to hear Meng Fuyao talking boasting, praising Feng Jingfan's holiness, nobility, and loyal guardian who died in front of the unchanging calmness.

"What's more rare is that on that day, I finally saw the true equality of all beings, Mahayana fraternity." Meng Fuyao said solemnly, "Before I saw with my own eyes, a guard desperately prevented the robbers from entering the princess' body , The guard was stabbed to death by a robber. When I saw him, he was immediately excited and not noble and calm. He stepped forward and chopped off the robber’s murderous arm. This arm fell in front of the princess, and the princess treated him equally. Put your arm upright with the body of the guard, let’s get over..."

"Puff..."

Arran spouted the food in her mouth, seeing that everyone turned to look at her, she waved vigorously: "Go on, go on, wonderful, wonderful, really worship, but I don’t know the **** guard, and that arm. How will it feel when you ascend to heaven at the same time?"

Folian stood there quietly holding the glass of wine. She lowered her eyelashes without saying a word. If she didn't look closely, she couldn't notice the slight trembling of her sleeves. The Fourth Prince Feng looked at her in amazement, and then again. Meng Fuyao opened his mouth and said angrily: "Meng Fuyao what are you talking about!"

"I'm talking about the princess's holiness, piety, calmness and nobility." Meng Fuyao looked at him innocently, "Princess Buddha Lotus was born in Hanlian, and her reputation is spread throughout the seven countries. She always needs some practical and personal experience of glorious deeds. It’s spread by people, so we can give further admiration and worship to these rough people."

"You..."

"For the princess's reputation, I will die in the next ten thousand times." Meng Fuyao smiled at the fourth prince Feng, "His Royal Highness, don't you think what I said is not what you want?"

Without waiting for Feng Si's answer, she turned around, gave a long bow to Folian, and sighed with great shame: "After this incident, Xia has a sudden realization. Compared with the princess, Xia Xia is too calm. After being taught by the princess, I finally understood the true meaning of holiness and compassion. There is no need to distinguish between good and bad, no need to distinguish between loyalty and evil, no need to care about right and wrong-just oversatisfaction."

She laughed, walked a few steps, and stood directly opposite the Buddha lotus, her body straight and loud.

"After I went back that day, I was very emotional. I tossed and turned in the night and couldn't sleep well. So I got up in the middle of the night and wrote an elegiac couplet. I don’t know if the princess would be interested in listening? It was written for your guard. It."

Folian was silent, raised her eyes, and met Meng Fuyao's burning gaze. Her eyes were dark, floating and sinking a little light. The light was vague, but as deep as the sky before the rain, it was heavy and bright. Coming, with the sharpness of a pinpoint and the beauty of the flame, he forced into Meng Fuyao's eyes.

Meng Fuyao couldn't avoid it, and looked at her with a smile. If Folian's eyes were poisonous needles, her eyes were mighty knives. When they collided, they felt that the sparks in each other's eyes flashed brightly. It's amazing.

She didn't answer, but Meng Fuyao didn't wait for her to answer at all. He raised his wine glass with a clear voice, saying every word:

"Let you work hard, I will help myself, care about my friends and enemies, and you will ascend to heaven."

"Horizontal batch, lotus flower is holy"!

"Okay! Okay! The confrontation is neat and realistic, and the words of compassion are really wonderful!" Only Ya Lanzhu was applauding. She smiled and squinted her pigtails flying around, and the crisp applause echoed in the terrifyingly quiet hall." General Meng is a wizard, and the princess is a wizard!"

Everyone lowered their eyes and stared at the banquet in front of them desperately-God knows when the two people will be enmity, Meng Fuyao is not afraid to humiliate Princess Buddha Lian in public on such an occasion where the seven nations gather together. Xuanji's future revenge?

They looked at the back of Buddha Lian and couldn't see her expression. How would this princess, who is known for her mercy and kindness and the Seven Kingdoms, deal with this sudden humiliation?

Only Meng Fuyao saw her expression.

Folian was actually smiling.

She smiled calmly and innocently, and whispered in a voice that only two of them could hear: "Meng Fuyao, my palace is here to toast, not to humiliate you."

"You came here to harm me." Meng Fuyao replied with a low smile, "Of course you are not stupid enough to be poisoned by alcohol, but there are good things from your unknowing brother..." The more she smiled, the more stern she said, "You are so polite, so good at persuading you to drink, so many people support you to help you out, if I don't want to tear my skin, I can drink it 80%, but I think about it and compare it with your face. My life is ten thousand times more important, so I have to wrong you."

She stepped back, raised her wine glass, and her voice increased: "Princess Buddha Lotus is dedicated to the beauty of the enemy's corpse. She dare not presume the princess. She can only offer a glass of wine to protect the princess. Guards from the dead."

She drank the wine slowly and solemnly on the ground.

The clear liquor spread silently on the ground of the golden bricks, and slowly flowed under the Buddha's skirt under the eyes of everyone holding their breath. She stood silently, seemingly numb, and Zhang Huang, the fourth prince of Feng, looked at it with resentment. Looking at Meng Fuyao, and then at Folian, stretched out her hand: "Sister, let's go back to our seat."

Folian suddenly laughed. She flicked her sleeves, shook off her brother's hand, held her head slightly, with one hand behind her back and slowly returned to the seat. She always kept her back straight, graceful and dignified, and walked. One side said: "The palace really doesn't understand what General Meng is talking about. There is a weak woman in this palace who doesn't know martial arts. Now a strong enemy, besides being frightened and afraid, chanting sutras to pray for the Buddha's blessing, what else can he do? My palace hates to replace it with her body, but in such a situation, our palace rushes forward, but it will distract them from paying attention to me, which will increase the burden. As for the enemy's arm..." She raised her eyes, turned around and glanced at Meng Fuyao lightly. "Does General Meng think that a woman who does not know martial arts can separate friends and enemies from the stumps of limbs flying in the sky?"

She smiled softly, gracefully, and indifferently: "However, in any case, it is rare that General Meng sympathizes with the guards who died in the palace, and the palace thanked them on their behalf."

Meng Fuyao sneered, before he even spoke, Buddha Lian said again: "My palace just doesn't understand, where does General Meng's anger come from? Speaking of which, my palace and General Meng will still be the kings and ministers in the future. , Aggressive, is it true that as the rumors say, General Meng... hatred from jealousy?"

Meng Fuyao was drinking water, choking it out with a spray, Huo Ran looked up at her, what is it? A palace of monarchs? What she meant was that she would be the Queen of Promise. Sooner or later, General Promise of herself would be her minister? And what does it mean to hate because of jealousy? Can you see her true gender, or is it just an allusion to the rumor that "General Meng and Prince Wuji have broken sleeves and Longyang's private"? Whether it is the former or the latter, she is above this golden temple, and when the seven-nation nobles gather to talk about this, God, she is mad by herself?

At this time, everyone’s “buzz” was another unexpected shock. Not only was the sudden sharpness of Folian’s words, but also the last sentence. Of course, they couldn’t think of Meng Fuyao’s gender. They just thought ——The fiancée of Prince Wuji actually exposed the prince’s broken sleeves in public? Prince Wuji hasn't been married for many years, is it really because he likes male style?

Meng Fuyao was stunned, staring at the shameless woman on the opposite side, she suddenly understood the meaning of the phrase "very angry and unable to fight back" by the grandson Wuji, he calculated that after he left Folian would not give up, and 80% would still take advantage of him not to find an opportunity to create public opinion. When she mentioned the marriage of the two in front of the Seven Kingdoms, with Meng Fuyao's current identity and position, how could she refute it when she knew she was lying?

Meng Fuyao's hand slowly leaned into his arms, touched the outline of the thing, then smiled, and asked Folian: "Princess, are you talking about a palace?"

Folian smiled gracefully: "This matter is known to the world, so there is no need for this palace to be taboo from others."

"I forgot." Meng Fu shook his hands, "I wonder when the Crown Princess will be in position?"

"The general seems to be arrogant." Buddha Lian lowered his eyelashes, as if ashamed and delighted, "The prince has made a conclusion to the palace, but why does the general think that he is qualified to ask this sentence?"

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Note: Meng Fuyao's couplet in the text is handwritten, and the expert should not care about the flat part-of-speech confrontation with me, etc., I have no energy to scrutinize.