Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 18: Time’s fault

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Meng Fuyao's heart beat again.

Who is Ruhan? His...sister? Lover?

She was silent and didn't want to ask. Since Zong Yue had already mentioned it, she was finally willing to talk to her about the past. She was only responsible for listening.

"She is my unmarried wife. She has been married since she was a child. When I was young, I didn’t like her. So a yellow-haired girl, a big family girl, actually liked dancing with guns and sticks. She didn’t seem to like me either. The public said that I can’t carry the basket with my hands and shoulder the burden. It’s totally wasteful. We used to leave in anger and vowed to marry no one to marry you and no one to marry him."

He smiled, stroked the ancient xun in his hand, his eyes cast into the far sky, those two little guesses, the days when childhood sweethearts hate bamboo horses, have long been compressed into a thin leaf bookmark in the old book, showing the age The old meridians were so brittle and fragile that he never dared to extract them easily. He was afraid that the moment his fingers touched, he would "pop" and turn it into permanent memory dust.

"Later, that year, my home... was changed. The family members died and escaped. Under the protection of family guards, I drove three thousand miles day and night, escaped countless times, and finally escaped. I was killed. At that time, the opposition was strong, and no one dared to vindicate my family. In fact, that is also common sense. The world is wise to protect themselves. Why is it wrong?"

"A long, long time later, I heard that after the defeat of my family, someone still stood up to speak, and that was her. She carried the ancestral merit monument fragments found in the ruins of my house, step by step. The enemy’s house, in front of his face, smashed the broken monument into the ground, and in the dusty sky, she cursed with halberds, “Three generations or more, before the ancestor Holy Spirit, the brothers who kowtow and pledge never to betray even brazenly attacked! Hey, the king of usurperers who seek power, show the sun and the moon, do not follow the sincerity!" At that time, everyone in Manting changed color, but she did not change the color, and said: "I am the survivor of Yue, and it is also the one who should be killed, please kill! "After being rejected by my enemy in court, she went away with the monument and walked around the city for three weeks. Everyone smiled and said: "Nie Ruhan will kill this dog!"

The negative stele rushed into the temple, and the city was injustice. The seven-year-old zhenzhen woman stepped out of a few words, faintly beautiful and vigorous, and the weathercock was peerless, Zong Yue’s eyes were light and shallow, Meng Fuyao Can't help but clasp your palms together, fascinated, "Good girl!"

Zong Yue took a pleased look at her and said in a low voice: "I know you will like her. Some of you are very similar, but the longer you get along, the more you will find the difference. It's a pity that she doesn't like you to be able to bend and stretch out the strength and the softness. She is too rigid, otherwise she will not..."

His voice lowered, Meng Fuyao sighed, hugged his knees and looked at the moon speechlessly, but a question passed through his heart. Listening to Zong Yue's tone, his enemy should be a powerful and ruthless person. Why is Nie Ruhan provoking such a provocation and openly insulting , Still didn't kill her?

"At the time, I didn't know that she did this. I even thought she and my enemy were the same, because the domestic nobles knew that Nie Ruhan was the daughter of the Nie family, but in fact it was my enemy who supported Yu Nie. The illegitimate daughter of the mansion, but Ruhan herself didn’t know that she was so fierce that no one dared to tell her that since then she really began to ignore her family’s obstacles to visit famous teachers to learn art, and learn martial arts to take revenge on me. There was no way for her to ask her biological father for help. My enemy ordered someone to find some fake'famous teachers' to teach her the art of'shaking the sky'. Ruhan was very happy. She has been learning day and night. She is expensive. Miss Jia, it’s impossible to go out and find someone to compete. She competes with her family's martial arts masters. Every time she wins, she feels that she is successful in martial arts. It is naturally impossible to assassinate her father. She is unwilling, I don’t know. I heard that I was not dead yet, so I wanted to find me and kill together."

Meng Fuyao can hear it absolutely. If it weren't for the fact that the desolate beauty has passed away, he would almost laugh, hey, this strong and lovely woman, how good would it be if she was still alive? Poison tongue man may not be so lonely with poison tongue.

Zong Yue turned his head to look at her, there was also a slight smile in his eyes, and said: "You can laugh if you want, she is a sassy woman, I don't mind this."

Meng Fuyao said softly: "I think she would rather see you smiling."

Zong Yue was silent, turned his head for a while, and gently stroked the golden red Xun in his palm. When he spoke for a long time, his voice was muted.

"She wanders in the rivers and lakes, her martial arts is naturally not enough to watch, but her biological father is an impeccable man, and sent many people to follow her quietly. Once in a dangerous situation, he would use flying needles instead. She sent it away, so much so that she made a mistake, and she actually got the name of'Tianzhen Witch' on the rivers and lakes."

Meng Fuyao really smiled this time, ah, the innocent witch.

"That year, in other countries, she really met me. At the time, I was fighting with someone, and she accidentally ran into it. With a cry of'ah,' I understood my martial arts level, but I saw her I was distracted and injured when my opponent fell. She saved me and took care of me for a long time. When I woke up, I pushed her away with a palm. I mistakenly thought that the hidden guards behind her came to besiege me."

"It was raining heavily that night. We were in a cave. I was in the cave. She knelt outside the cave in the rain. She didn't ask me to let her in, but said,'A Yue, I just know what real martial arts is today. I was mistaken... A Yue, I heard that you learn medicine very well, you help me, you help me improve martial arts, we will go back to kill him together.' I sneered and told her to go, she watched me for a long while, crawling Get up and go."

That night, the wind and rain were desolate, the mountain wind roared, and the unmarried couple outside the cave, because of the misunderstanding of the cold fate, finally failed to hug and warm up together, and thereafter, there will be no chance to hug each other again.

"Goodbye her, another year later, at an inn, I saw her and a man in Tsing Yi entered the inn talking and laughing. I looked at her upstairs and felt that she was not looking good, as if she was a little bit real I don’t know where she developed her true qi this year. I wanted to stop her to relieve her and treat her. However, seeing her smile at the man openly and feeling unhappy, I took care of myself. Back to the room, and the room they opened happened to be next to me."

"In the middle of the night, I heard the door humming next door, and I felt resentful at the time, thinking that she was indeed a ridiculous woman. It was correct to ignore her, and then the bed next door creaked. It was summer, and I used a bamboo bed. Whenever there was a movement, it was really loud. I heard it irritated and furious, and I wanted to kill the adulterer and adulteress, and felt that I saw such a scene. It was really the world. The dirtiest thing..."

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and suddenly fell silent. For a long time, shiny drops of water appeared at the bottom of his thick eyelashes. He said softly: "I have no past in the end, no past in the end..."

Qianchen's past crashed into the crumbling and broken memory, which brought heart-wrenching pain. Zong Yue's breath fluctuated, and the golden red Xun made a broken groan in his slightly trembling palm. Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand gently. He took away the xun and said, "Her relic, right? Don't break it."

Zong Yue gave a soft "um", and after a long time he calmed down, turned his head to smile at her, his smile really didn't look like a smile, Meng Fuyao flashed his eyes and turned his head.

"I checked out that morning and had to leave. When I went out, Xiao Er knocked on the door next door. I passed through that door without squinting. I didn't plan to take another look. I didn't prevent Xiao Er from pushing and the door opened. "

The door opened.

How many years ago the door opened slowly, and sunlight poured in to illuminate the small room. The sunlight was so bright and it burned his eyes. Since then, he has had one more place for eternal pain. The darkness of the heart.

The door is in memory, and it will never close from now on. My heart is locked in thousands, and it can't lock a layer of haze.

"...she, died on the couch, the corpse of the man in Tsing Yi underground."

Meng Fuyao gave a short "ah". Although from Zong Yue’s narrative, she knew that Nie Ruhan would never be a woman who loved her all night, but such sudden death still made her fate Cold and surprised.

Zong Yue’s tone calmed down. It seems that at this point, it’s just the most painful. It’s numb to the extreme. It doesn’t matter that it hurts even more. His soft side is written in the moonlight, and the moon shines on him. The hair color and lip color are a bit lighter than ordinary people, and the light cherry-like color is reminiscent of flowers that bloom in the spring breeze, but that flower has already been frozen.

"That night, the man in Tsing Yi wanted to offend her, probably she knew it in her heart, so the knife was beside her pillow, but the two of them probably struggled. In the struggle, although she killed each other, the innocence that blocked the vanity Suddenly, the bamboo bed creaked and creaked. It was because of her suffering when she was dying."

"She twisted her body until she died, pressing her heart with one hand, and leaning out with the other, not knowing what she wanted to touch..."

Meng Fuyao bit his lip.

That kind of bleak death...

In the small town inn, the lights were all out, one was struggling for life on the bamboo bed in the dark, and the other was raging with misunderstandings next door, and finally did not take that crucial step.

When she died, he was next door without knowing that she called silently. When she died, he didn't know that she had never lost him.

Is the hand that Nie Ruhan protruded at the last moment of his life, struggling to touch the hard and thin wall in the illusion of dying, thinking that it was the chest of his lover?

She never knows, behind the wall is his real temperature.

A short distance away, the end of the world.

Zong Yue no longer speaks.

Meng Fuyao has understood all his explanations.

The reason for that "eagerness" is just from that unsolvable knot.

Back then, if he helped Ruhan improve her martial arts, she would not have been rushed to go to the doctor and practiced zhenqi indiscriminately, so that she would easily go into danger in danger and kill the inn suddenly.

When he met at the inn, if he saw Ruhan's expression wrong, he would treat her, and nothing would happen later.

These two mistakes that ruined his life’s joy and caused his eagerness in the future. He worked so hard to help Meng Fuyao improve his martial arts because he was afraid that Meng Fuyao would be like Ruhan when he encountered danger. If you don’t have enough power to protect yourself, you end up harming yourself.

He worked so hard to help Meng Fuyao control the injury. Whenever there was a problem, he immediately suppressed it with drugs, and refused to give her a chance to heal herself step by step because he was afraid that Meng Fuyao would miss the fastest one like Ruhan. The chance of treatment will kill your life in a sudden event.

Zong Yue’s name as a "medical saint" comes from his extremely fast curative effect. Once he accepts the patient, he will go all out, sleepless day and night in order to be cured at the first time. Fuyao thought this was due to his personality, and only now knew that all his eagerness came from an irreparable mistake.

Those who sink deep in the nightmare, the unrememberable past!

Meng Fuyao let out a sigh, and drifted away in the wind, but Zong Yue lightly took the Xun from her palm, caressed it lovingly, and leaned close to his lips. A piece of music that was as thick as flowing water and thick as a mountain flowed from his lips. And out, with ancient sorrow, and some irretrievable memories, it is the woman under the flower corridor in autumn sunset wagging and dancing, the dance is light and never crushes the red maple, but no matter how tenderly retained, time and age are old Go, the fallen leaves can't return to the original branches.

A song "Farewell to Hurt."

People are always hurting parting, and then resisting getting together.

He slowly, above the pavilion, in the night breeze, under the bright moon, blowing his ancient xun.

The little man in brocade clothes that year, with bright eyes like ice and snow, scolded him with his arms akimbo-you are so thin, you can't protect me in the future! The little boy sneered at that time, and then suddenly looked back many years later and found that the word became true.

And on Xuanyuan Mountain that year, the pearl curtain was open and the moon was full, and the girl who passed the willow branches was surprised to fly a tree of rustling green leaves. He raised his head in the green dust and saw her glimpse Eyes-as bright as ice and snow, like a snowflake flying into the eyes.

Above the clear water, with the help of a flying sleeve, her long hair fell on the surface of the water and her body was so graceful that she was not bent, she raised her eyes to win over the snow, and her heart was shocked. Thinking of the girl who had never been with his childhood sweetheart many years ago, that kind of indecision suddenly came to the bottom of my heart, he simply abandoned his very important belt, just to walk away faster.

Go away, can’t go away, like that fate goes round and round, and meets in front of the Promise Redstone Mountain. She is the gangster who blocked the road and robbed the "naive witch" who was ignorant and ignorant of martial arts.

Suddenly wanted to keep her so much, so Huchun became an excuse to grab Xiaoyou.

The young man was born with me and I am definitely not a naive witch. He accompanied her and walked into Yaocheng from the Royal Mansion to watch her cry at the dinner table, and watch her kill the army to save the old man Hu’s family. Seeing her in front of the cunning Su County Cheng, she talked a lot before and then turned her face to kill someone, watched her quickly conquer the county government officials, urge them to report false letters, and put out a graceful hand from Su County Cheng’s body, blocking the fierceness. Be cautious of the throat of Lord Ashina.

Such a fierce and kind, cunning and open-minded woman.

Such a casual and self-loving woman, who would rather choose to lock her in love with her poison than commit her life to others.

He finally realized that she is her, she is not Ruhan, even if those eyes are equally surprisingly bright, even if the personality is equally strong on the outside, but inside, they are so different.

Ruhan refused softness with rigidity, and she wrapped softness with rigidity.

Yao Cheng was besieged, and she chose to succumb to the enemy's camp alone. Although she was spurned by thousands of people, she was stricken by frost and snow, and she was almost forced to slay herself.

He was collecting medicine in the firmament at the time, and the news was easily reached, and his hand shook, and a dragon ball grass that had been collected so hard fell into the abyss.

He didn't take care of it anymore, and hurried down the mountain. A few horses died in a few days, almost recurring.

When I came back, I saw that she was all right, and she vomited out so long in one breath, something deep in her heart collapsed instantly.

The "news of death" of Changsun Wuji arrived. She was knocked down but still standing. She was quiet and cold like steel. She didn't cry, she wanted to make the enemy cry.

He watched her quietly and numbly doing those things, remembering Ruhan who swore to kill her own father to avenge him, she carried a heavy merit monument with her thin, daughter-in-law's back, one step When she moved three miles away, she was crushed to vomit blood when the stele was heavily lifted on the main hall, then the blood was wiped off, and then she went around the downtown area three times with the stele on her back.

He still doesn't understand how Ruhan, who hadn't practiced martial arts at that time, was able to recite it?

Some women like this.

They walked by in the surprised eyes of the world, and they have not changed their persistence through the wind and rain.

They are unique because of their perseverance, and they are not so good in the soft red.

He thought that he just admired such a woman, hoping to have the fierceness of Ruhan, but the warmer and broader woman than Ruhan—be protected and move forward smoothly. Don’t be like Ruhan and end in desolation. .

But, really?

Last night, Changsun Wuji's soft question asked, like a thunder that pierced my heart. He saw himself in such a sudden burst of light, those thoughts that claim to be indifferent but can't be involved.

Ruhan, is his fiancée who has never had a deep relationship with her. They have met only a few times in their lives, so that now he remembers the pain of such a loss, but her face has been flooded in his memory.

Meng Fuyao is accompanied all the way through his life, a landscape that is getting brighter and clearer and attracts people to chase.

And why is he? how so? Why do you know that she is not Ruhan, and so afraid that she will suffer Ruhan's fate?

Because I care, I am afraid of losing.

Those feelings that are written in the deepest part of the mind are frosty and cold, but they finally slowly torrent.

It's just that the waves finally surge, but I'm afraid that Acacia's embankment will never be covered again, and the long embankment that belongs to her may have already shone another round of moonlight.

Zong Yueqian laughed, raised his xun and blew, faint hair flicking across his faint lips, faintly like cherry blossoms under the moon, that represents the weak color of life, as if his life seems full Permanently pale under the appearance of

"Farewell to Hurt."

She is by her side, and I hurt farewell.

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A Xun tune, sigh silent.

Zong Yue always blew like that, with deep moonlight between his eyebrows, Meng Fuyao sat beside him with his knees hugged, long hair scattered in the wind, quietly looking at his soft side, thinking of his life chasing his life against the wall. The woman remembered her and their cold fate.

I think of the proud children of the Yutang Golden Horse beside me, Changsun Wuji, Zhan Beiye, Zong Yue, Yun Hen, and Yan Jingchen.

Are all people standing on high ground destined to suffer more injuries than ordinary people?

When they have their identity, wealth, status, and knowledge, God will take back some of the ordinary happiness that belongs to the world, and imprint that happiness with fate.

If you are deep in love, you will never live, but if you are strong, you will be insulted.

She stood up gently. This moment belonged to Zong Yue and his fiancee. This day of mourning should not be broken easily.

She left slowly, not knowing that above the pavilion, under the moonlight, the man blowing the xun to the moon, the shadow that really floated in her heart coincided with her back.

Zong Yue never looked back until she left. He gently stroked the sound hole on the Xun and smiled calmly.

"Ruhan, why do I think that meeting her was your punishment in the dark?"

Meng Fuyao didn't hear these words, she went back to her room with a little despair, climbed onto the bed desperately, and then climbed into a warm embrace.

With a soft "uh", Meng Fuyao pushed him: "I'm not in the mood today, I don't want to joke or beat people, you can go."

"I know you're not in the mood today." The person didn't move, stretched out a slender hand to hold her, and took her a little pale in his arms. Well, the size of the position is just right, so it fits into each other.

"So I am responsible for sending you a good mood."

There is still a little gap between the two, Master Yuan Bao immediately climbed over and filled it up.

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but smile, then refused, "Hot."

The man immediately adjusted the temperature very cooperatively. His true qi was already cold, and once it passed, the coolness was very comfortable, and he carried the ingot to his shoulders. Meng Fuyao felt a little reluctant. After rubbing his palm, he said: "It is rare for you to be so good, Sun Wuji."

The man above his head smiled, his chest trembling slightly: "For someone like you, you can't be tough, you have to be good, maybe you can get General Meng's reluctance."

"It's so pitiful." Meng Fuyao laughed, and his sleepiness gradually came, and his eyebrows were dazzling, "I don't know how many people have been deceived by your Buddha's mouth and snake heart."

The grandson Wou-ki looked down at her with a smile. The woman was graceful and sank in the bright moonlight in the room. Because of tiredness, her eyebrows were a little sleepy, so Su Ri's bright temperament became a bit more smoky and lazy. , The thick and long eyelashes in his palm reminded him of cats, generally lazy, with a bit of mystery sneaking in the dark.

The eyelashes fluttering in the palms, tickling, the grandson Wuji smiled slightly, and said softly: "I heard what story, so disheartened?"

Meng Fuyao was silent for a moment, and talked to him about Ruhan's story, and finally concluded: "The origin of misunderstanding and harming people is really something that can never be wrong."

The grandson Wuji said: "No, no, the reason for such a lethal misunderstanding is because there is not enough love."

Meng Fuyao was not convinced, and retorted: "You see Zong Yue missed so much, isn't it love?"

The eldest grandson Wuji laughed and didn't answer—a man is not a woman, and he confuses guilt and nostalgia with love, but he doesn't have to explain so much to the little fool, he is a rival in love.

Meng Fuyao absent-mindedly grabbed Yuan Bao’s Mao, and asked him: "Wu-ki, grandson, why you, you, are particularly prone to experience things that ordinary people cannot experience."

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, plugged the mouth of Yuan Bao who was furiously about to bite, stuffed it to the corner of the bed, pressed it with a pillow, and patted her back to coax her to sleep, saying: "We are not unusual. People."

Meng Fuyao smiled and felt that this man was really narcissistic, and immediately understood what he meant-the royal family, originally the strongest and darkest and filthy gate in the world, the noble and the The filth concealed in the bones coexists. Looking at the seven countries, which lintel of the rich family has not been bloodied? Which giant has never cast a corpse in the dry well? Which palace has not been wandering the souls of losers in power struggles?

She sighed softly and said: "I have heard a sentence before, a princess hid her face and cried before the country was broken: May the emperor's family live forever. At that time, I thought she was just unlucky. The princess in the calamity of the country is naturally the worst. Now I know that it is the princess and prince of the Taiping era, and it is also very unlucky... The eldest son Wuji, is there such a dynasty, equal, bright, and balance of power, although it is inevitable Is dark and unfair, but are doing my best to be fair and just?"

The grandson Wuji was silent, and replied for a long while: "Waiting for you to build."

Meng Fuyao laughed, covering his eyes and falling down on the couch: "I'm really fainted, a history-student who asked such a silly question to talk about equality and power checks and balances in the feudal system and low-productivity continents. Doesn’t it mean that it’s absurd to talk to the Chinese men’s football team about when to win the world championship, and to talk to Sister Feng about human self-knowledge...Wait for me to build? I want to be here for the rest of my life, and now I’m not free."

She closed her eyes wearily, feeling someone close on top of her head, and a warm voice passed over her ears like spring rain: "Why are you not free?"

"...Go home." Meng Fuyao rolled over, answered lazily, and waved softly: "Go out and bring the door."

She fell asleep and did not hear the answer, only at the moment when the dark curtain fell, she felt her forehead being blown by the midnight slightly moist wind, the wind lingering for a long time, mixed with a lingering and gentle sigh.

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The days have returned to calm, because the quarrel caused by the treasure of the moon and the long night’s common nostalgia for a dead woman have been cherished by those who possessed and listened to them, do not forget, do not mention, the way forward is still to When you walk, look back to see the reflection, and look forward to the sun.

Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiheng have been getting along well recently-she said that "The Lord's fate is not long before" Lei fell to fight Beiheng, and was almost driven out by his guards. However, Meng Fuyao was just sitting calmly. Slowly drinking tea, and said: "I am a passionate person, and I am willing to take a strange risk to initiate the prince. The prince will go out with me? Okay, I am out of this door, and I will not come in next time."

After saying that she got dressed and left, and ordered the royal guards: "Good students will guide me, next time you won't see me the general."

Zhan Beiheng gave this shrewd general who seemed shrewd, dull, bold and ignorant, so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, but he also drank the guard, leaving Meng Fuyao to have tea and chat. After the two drank tea several times, Zhan Beiheng finally asked casually: "How did you explain that at the beginning?"

"There is no solution." Meng Fuyao replied, "The prince knows well, so I don't need to say more."

Zhan Beiheng squinted at her, and said after a long time: "Then what are you doing? Well, your majesty will not do it before the celebrity, come to inform me?"

"Well, man, awake the world, drunk and lie on the knees of a beauty." Meng Fuyao smiled, "What is the General Longhu, the man who founded the country from Long is the real ambition!"

Zhan Beiheng was once again excited by her to jump up, "Bold—come—"

Meng Fuyao smiled, sitting still.

Zhan Beiheng stopped talking in the middle, staring at her, panting with anger: "You, you, you, you, you--"

Meng Fuyao stood up with a pity and spread his hands: "Oh, don't you drag me to the Golden Temple? Don't catch me and behead the Meridian Gate? I was thinking that I could die with His Royal Highness in Huang Ling It’s a great honor to fall off the Dragon Terrace, hey, what a pity."

Zhan Beiheng pressed his hand on the table, and there was nothing he could do with this tired lazy boy—can you really drag him to the Golden Palace with this sentence? Brother Huang only needs to ask "How could he tell you this in your house?", and then think of what, his own crime is definitely heavier than him!

This kid, vicious!

Meng Fuyao said: "I know that the prince can hardly believe me, it does not matter, the prince will understand the sincerity of his subordinates one day."

She swayed out of the palace and went to meet her colleagues in the imperial camp. The leader of the imperial camp Xie Yu was unsmiling, rigid and unpopular. She felt that the new deputy leader was generous, cool, and unloving. Intervene in all kinds of affairs, turn a blind eye to their usual methods of making money, good people!

Played a gambling dice for a while, Meng Fuyao lost again, with a heartless smile, and took out a large silver coin to put it there, saying: "Brother didn't bring any scattered silver today, just take this. "

Some people are embarrassed: "I don't have a scale, how can I find it for you."

Meng Fuyao waved his hand: "What to look for, remember, it will be convenient for you to lose next time!" He walked out, "Brother, go pee."

There was a burst of laughter behind him, and someone said: "There are still people who save money to lose, Xiao Meng leads, happy!"

Meng Fuyao waved his hand--what a pleasure? Ba% laughed behind his back, and cursed himself to lose next time? idiot!

She walked out of the barracks and did not go to the latrine. Naturally, she never went to the latrine outside. After walking a few steps, she greeted a white-faced man who looked familiar, and was the **** in the palace.

The **** looked at her for a long while with a smile, and squeezed his throat and said: "Commander Xiaomeng, your majesty is calling you into the palace."

Meng Fuyao followed obediently with an "Oh", with a calm expression, and turned a blind eye to the strange eyes of the waiters. Zhan Nancheng was waiting for her at the Imperial Study Room. She paid her respects, but Zhan Nancheng lost the enthusiasm and kindness of the previous days. Meng Fuyao knelt patiently, counting the square brick grids underground.

After a long time, Zhan Nancheng only scattered the book. It seemed that he saw Meng Fuyao, dragging his voice and said with a smile: "Commander Meng has recently taken up a new position, so he is very busy, so he doesn't come to the palace anymore."

Meng Fuyao blinked his eyes and replied: "Your Majesty, you didn't declare Weichen."

Zhan Nancheng choked for a while, and said for a while: "You can't please see me? I think you are very diligent when you go to the palace of Heng Mansion?"

I can't help it so soon, Meng Fuyao despises, the old warrior and the eldest son Wuji are really not at the same level, no wonder he is too lazy to deal with you.

Zhan Nancheng stared at Meng Fuyao, thinking that this kid must be frightened and pleaded guilty, but she said clearly and crisply: "Your Majesty, the minister knelt sorely."

The whole hall fell completely, Zhan Nancheng's face turned black and white, and he remembered for a long time that, as the newspaper said, this is a rough man, bold enough to be boundless, and his mind is too shallow to see the bottom, and he is competing with this kid. , Really wasted effort.

So I had to shout and gave a seat. Meng Fuyao sat happily and talked casually about the imperial camp with Zhan Nancheng. Zhan Nancheng looked at her calm energy and was really uncomfortable, and knew she would be with her. It's useless to go around the bend, so I have to directly remind: "You are a foreign minister, it is not good to be too diligent with the prince. There are not so many official duties in the Heng Palace that I want you to pay back?"

"No." Meng Fuyao shook his head very directly, "The prince is the boss of the Weichen, he told the Weichen to move around, how dare the Weichen not comply."

These words blocked Zhan Nancheng again. I felt that this kid was good at everything, but it was a bit two hundred and five. The oil and salt did not feed in. I felt depressed and relieved. For the emperor, the courtier, Especially the military commanders are smart and ruthless, but it's not a good thing.

Meng Fuyao happily talked with Zhan Nancheng about all kinds of jokes in the palace, and told Zhan Nancheng all the tongues chewed by the gossip officials--"The king's eighteenth concubine, known as the eighteen immortals, They said that the prince was the bodhisattva, and they were obedience to the immortals, and they didn’t know where to beat them. 80% of them were good prescriptions from the imperial medical office. They asked the princes and the princes to ask for one. Hee, Weichen said that Weichen wanted to marry three wives. Aurora was so happy every day, so I was afraid of hurting my martial arts practitioner's body, so I asked the prince to copy one to Weichen, and repeatedly asked not to pass it on. , Weichen thought that the word was unrecognizable, so he went to the medical officer in his house to secretly copy it-your Majesty, would you like it?"

Zhan Nancheng can't laugh or cry. What's the matter? Monarchs talk about royal anecdotes and share aphrodisiac powder? It was said that he was not a big head, and he quickly refused, but Meng Fuyao took out the dirty piece of paper and stuffed it into his hand. Zhan Nancheng glanced at him, but suddenly stopped.

There are several medicines on it, which are the tribute of Moro. He had seen it on the tribute list in the past years, but this year they didn’t. I thought it was Moro who didn’t enter and didn’t ask. Nekuri reported that there was no medicine. Beiheng was there at the time, but he didn't say a word. He didn't want this thing, but it was in his house.

He took the prescription and looked at it carefully, and his brows trembled. He knew pharmacology, and he could see that the prescription was more than aphrodisiac? I am afraid that the yang weak disease caused by external injuries has a great effect. It is indeed a valuable treasure. I remembered that I was injured on the saddle of the needle designed by Beiheng on the night when I was held captive. I suggested that Bei Heng and asked him to find some good recipes. Bei Heng promised and also offered a recipe, but it was useless. I never thought he had such a curious recipe! Then why don't you always offer it?

Thus, he thought of the difficult heirs. He still has only two sons and one daughter under his knees, the third prince is dull, the prince is frail, and the sick and crooked child... thinking about this, he sweats on his back.

I sweated on my back, but didn't show a trace of expression on my face. I casually threw the recipe on the table and said: "I can't use the recipe offered by my minister at will, but you can feel sincere. Take it first and ask the Imperial Medical Office to review it before giving it to you. Naturally, I don’t need it. It is just a folk prescription. Some are tiger and wolf medicine. It’s safer to ask someone to see you before using it."

"Thank your majesty for loving the minister!" Meng Fuyao chuckled, "Weichen hasn't eaten it yet. Some medicines are really hard to find. You can't buy it for a lot of money. It's hard for the weichen to get into the palace medical officer that day. Copy it for nothing."

Zhan Nancheng sneered slightly—Of course you can’t buy it, not even I!

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he finally caught Meng Fuyao's last words, raised his eyebrows, and asked: "This recipe, did you copy this recipe from the palace medical officer?"

"Yes." Meng Fuyao replied innocently, "The word that the prince gave to the Weichen is very scribble, and it doesn't seem to be as much as this medicine. The prescription is locked in a very secret drawer. Doctor Sun will not give the Weichen Approaching, Weichen asked him to defraud him and unlocked the lock to get him. It's really concealed, but Weichen used to be a street gangster. If nothing else, unlock the lock, hehe."

She smiled wretchedly, and Zhan Nancheng smiled without a smile. After a while, he waved his hand and said: "You kneel down."

Meng Fuyao resigned and walked outside the palace gate. She rode her horse on the road outside the palace gate. The road was bright and wide in the setting sun, like a vast expanse of water, and she was driving her horse with a whip. Walking on this turbulent water, with a long whip, is a large cluster of bright sunshine.

At this time, she opened her eyebrows with a deep and meaningful smile.

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In a few days, the inner court passed the decree, Meng Fuyao was promoted in situ, and served as the deputy commander of the Feibao Camp and the commander of the Flying Fox Camp. The three major battalions of the Imperial Camp, the Flying Tigers, the Flying Leopards and the Flying Foxes. The bloodshed was difficult to balance, and finally Xie Yu, the president of the imperial camp, took the concurrent post. Now Xie Yu’s position is not moved, but the part-time job has been removed and returned to the airborne. Meng Fuyao, who had just become the deputy commander of the Feibao, had not achieved any success before long. It is indeed an unusual number in the dynasty. What is even more strange is that King Heng, who is directly in charge of the imperial camp, has no opinion on this decree, and most of the deputy leaders of the various factions have no opinion — King Heng thinks Meng Fuyao is his person. , The deputy commanders are anyway, I can’t get you, everyone is fair, as for Zhan Nancheng, he also thinks Meng Fuyao is his.

The shameless official in the history of the Tiansha court was born.

The shameless official Meng Fuyao continued to run to the Heng Palace every day. After running for a while, he finally ran out of problems.

Ya and the ninth immortal, the most favored immortal of the Eighteen Immortals of the Royal Palace, had an adulterous relationship and were caught.

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Is there any reason in the last chapter that children’s shoes failed to understand Changsun Wou-ki’s questioning Zong Yue? Regarding the meridian problem, it is actually a medical concept. The human body has a self-healing function. When necessary, it is very important to cultivate this self-healing ability and antibodies. The so-called three-point medicine is poisonous. To suppress the condition or injury, the current effect is obvious at first glance. From a long-term perspective, it is not necessarily beneficial to the body. Just like antibiotics, children in China have a fever and quickly use antibiotics to reduce their fever. In foreign countries, they do not approve random use of antibiotics. And choosing to let children slowly heal themselves and produce antibodies. A body forged from illness is stronger than a body that depends on antibiotics. However, if antibiotics are used too much to form dependence, there is no benefit.

Changsun Wuji refers to Zong Yue’s practice. Knowing that it is best for Meng Fuyao to heal himself slowly, he eagerly suppresses it with drugs, giving the body the illusion of "I am healthy". His skill is improved. However, the physique may not be so good, and may even bring sequelae.