Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 2: Where is the heart

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Ya Lanzhu sits on the cornice of the east gate of the Dahan Palace backyard, drinking boring wine.

She had a quarrel with Zhan Beiye a few days ago, and stopped following him in anger. She went to Dahan by herself. On the way, she heard that her Majesty was going to the Northland border with his mother and went to Changhan fief with his mother. She hadn’t seen Meng Fuyao for a long time, and she missed it a little, and she was reluctant to fight Beiye, so she followed, followed by and had a little temperament. She didn’t want to just show up in front of Zhan Beiye, so she stole from the kitchen of Hanwang Mansion. After drinking wine, I found an eaves to lie down and drank, the palace guards could naturally see her, but Ji Yu and Yao Xun had already ordered that the door of the Han palace was always open to this princess, and it was absolutely necessary to follow her. went.

Ya Lanzhu is leaning on the corner of the eaves, with a pile of wine jars piled around her. She has a mediocre drink volume, but she deliberately steals "Drunk in the morning". It is said that this kind of wine is the strongest, and three bowls can make people drunk overnight. , But she didn’t talk about three bowls tonight. She drank all three jars, and she was just a little drunk. She picked up the wine jar in wonder, smelled it, shook it, and finally burped heavily and sighed: "This princess is drinking. …Uh…I’m getting more refined…"

She didn’t know that since Yao Xun received the news that they came together, he immediately ordered that all the wine outside the palace be replaced with warm "pear white", joking, one against Beiye and one grandson Wuji Coupled with a Meng Fuyao, sturdy three-person group, the possibility of unexpected large and small accidents within three miles around them is infinite. This royal palace is his care, and every tree is worth a thousand dollars. What if I borrowed alcohol for three drunken lunatics and caused trouble? What should I do if I hit the child Yuan Bao? Even if you can't hit Master Yuanbao, it's not good to hit flowers.

Yao Xun, a natural profiteer, has acquired the wealth of the fake wine merchants as early as thousands of years ago. So, just like the Erguotou in a Moutai bottle, Princess Ya stole the "Drunk" jar. "Pear White"......

It’s a pity that Lihua will become drunk if she drinks too much. Ya Lanzhu’s eyes are already straight, holding her hot face and thinking, Zhan Beiye is really not a thing, is it just seeing his underwear wet and afraid of him catching a cold? Why did he take off the roast? When did Princess Sheya do such an errand? It's good for him, she's honorable, he still hummed his brows and eyes, humming... This is going to be replaced by Meng Fuyao, is he not the boss? This has to be replaced by Meng Fuyao...it's not right...this has to be replaced by Meng Fuyao, he won't squint at all, I'm afraid he would be eager?

Ya Lanzhu was stunned for a while, feeling a little sour, but she immediately patted herself, grabbed a jug of wine and poured it down, she poured it fiercely, as if she wanted to use her thoughts The liquor poured into her stomach, she wiped her mouth after drinking, and mumbled: "Ya Lan Zhu Ya Lan Zhu, you are a bit prosperous, OK? You have drunk other people's wine, do you want to eat other people's vinegar? "

She swayed and squinted at the moon in the sky. She felt that the moon looked good, much more beautiful than Zhan Beiye’s often dark face. She couldn’t help chanting, “The moon rises brightly. Xi, Shu Yao rectified, worked quietly..." Suddenly I felt too sour and couldn't match that bastard. I remembered that Meng Fuyao had a poem that was very good, much better than this, so he filmed it. Knee moan:

"Last night, the heavy snow crushed the tree, drank alone, drunk the road, and regretted losing all his clothes and hats. I was so old and vinegar for Yi. I was searched for thousands of times. I suddenly discovered that everyone is the same, all in trouble! "

The next team of guards just happened to be patrolling by, staggering all together...

Master Yuan Bao happened to pass by under the courtyard wall - it was originally sleeping in Meng Fuyao's room, waiting for her with full body, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the king Linxing, and he drank too much wine and was a little urinary —— Changsun Wuji is not allowed to drink, but after last night, Changsun Wuji also drank too much, so Master Yuan Bao got into every empty wine jar, where the residual wine was enough for him to drink, especially the wine was not refined. The emperor of war, Master Yuan Bao drilled three wine jars, his belly bulged like a Himalaya.

It tried to pee in the flowerbeds, and found that the flowerbeds on which the fertilizers were applied were not clean, so they simply jumped around to inspect the decorations of the Royal Palace. The guards have naturally been taken care of. If you see a fat white ball rolling over, Don't be a mouse, just ignore it.

Master Yuanbao finished putting the water somewhere, suddenly heard "good poetry" on top of his head, and swiftly slid up, spreading his four claws to sleep beside Yalanzhu, Yalanzhu saw the one with a little red cloak on his side. Dabaiqiu laughed immediately and said: "Yuanbao, it is better for you, knowing to accompany me."

Master Yuan Bao grinned, looking at an unfinished wine jar, and said, Lord, I just like to fall asleep in the smell of wine.

One person and one mouse lie in exactly the same posture, Ya Lanzhu stared at the moon in the sky, and sighed for a long while, saying: "It's so far... so far..."

Master Yuan Bao glanced at her, and he said puns, puns...

Then it climbed into a wine jar and fought, suddenly sniffed, and its ears stood up. Yalanzhu also heard the strange sound at this time and got up to look into the distance.

She saw a figure, stumbling from a distance. The man seemed to be seriously injured and struggling to walk. The moonlight shot past him coldly, and he could vaguely see his body full of blood.

He came from the Dahan Palace, two alleys away, but further away, a whole group of grey-clothed men chased him, and the team seemed to be desperately preventing this man from running towards the Dahan Palace. , One of them bent a bow and set an arrow, and shot at the vest of the man in front of him.

Uh... broad daylight... Bright universe... Under the eyes of my just and awe-inspiring princess... Unscrupulous murder?

Huh?

Huh!

Ya Lanzhu jumped up with a whirr, grabbed two wine jars, waved left and right to kill.

She stepped onto the wall of the nearest alley, and when she raised her hand in the air, she swung a wine jar out to face the flying arrow. When she threw it out, she looked at the white light and felt something was wrong, and turned her head to look. There is no Master Yuanbao on the eaves, and then I look at a ball in the wine jar flying out with four claws spreading white hair and flying upside down. The eyes are big and black and round...

Aranzhu screamed and rushed out, but the wine jar was already hitting the tip of the arrow. Aranzhu closed her eyes again with a scream. She was very afraid to see the **** rat skewers, but she heard a man scream Roar.

Ya Lanzhu opened her eyes, and saw the wine jar shattered and the flying arrows hit down, and the claws stepped on the flying arrows. The Yuan Bao was flying away in a beautiful way. He leaped three hundred and sixty degrees with his front leg and kicked. In the eyes of an archery man...

It burst people's eyes...

The man roared in pain, and slashed with his knife. Master Yuanbao dodged from the left and right under his knife, sprinting flexibly, and being chopped off several times, he was frightened to see Yalanzhu. He rushed forward and swiped another wine jar with his hand. The gray-clothed people immediately swarmed to surround her, the swords in their hands were cold and bright.

At the moment, the man raised his head and looked at the towering palace of Han Dynasty not far away. He hesitated, waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Quick battle!"

Ya Lanzhu chuckled, took out the small colored scimitar behind her, and said: "Come on, grandma hasn't fight for a long time, her hands are itchy!"

Yuan Bao slid back to her shoulders, with two claws in a sturdy karate posture.

The gray-clothed people rushed up, and when the Arran Pearl's scimitar was lit, a colorful arc was forced to retreat. In her busy schedule, she looked back at the dying victim. The blood flowed from the face and the hair was scattered. The hair sticks to her face to cover half of her face, so Ya Lanzhu also remembered who he was at the second glance.

She said in surprise: "It's you—"

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The moment Ya Lanzhu and Yuan Bao were drinking on the eaves, King Meng was still sleeping.

She was dreaming, dreaming that she was feeding her mother and drinking ginseng soup in a high-rise hall. The hall was very quiet and cloudless. She only heard the sound of the spoon colliding with the porcelain bowl. She smiled at her mother, and her mother was also laughing. Laughing, laughing, and laughing, suddenly the door of the palace was knocked open, and then a huge boulder suddenly rammed in and pressed on her.

Bumped in...

Meng Fuyao opened his eyes...have a nightmare? Dreaming of ghost pressing down? Why is it that the feeling of heavy objects pressing down in the dream just now still exists, and I don't know where the extremely cold wind is blowing?

Immediately, she smelled alcohol and heard someone breathing.

She slowly raised her eyes, took a look at the figure of the figure, and raised her eyebrows.

Then who...then who...that **** Zhan Beiye, who actually wanted to die, put her King Meng as a mat, and just fell asleep like this?

Meng Fuyao immediately stretched out his claws and pushed hard, but Zhan Beiye suddenly turned over. Not only did he not fall, but he hugged her head-on.

Meng Fuyao frowned. He raised his knees and tried to push him down. One push, hold still, and two push. This time with effort, the man snorted, but he still didn't move.

Meng Fuyao black line, cursed: "Zhan Beiye, you have too much yellow soup, you are fainted! Actually rushed into my fragrant boudoir at night!"

The person on his body suddenly opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, the divine light flickered, and the black eyes opened so close in front of him, the iron-wood abyss-like darkness that belonged to him immediately became like a huge magical power The whirlpool, the black light deeply pulled her in, and Meng Fuyao was stared at it for a while, feeling that his heart seemed to be hit by that gaze, unexpectedly faintly feeling pain.

The guy said in a deep voice: "This is my room."

"Uh..." Meng Fuyao was stunned and turned around before realizing that from the perspective of the layout, it was indeed not like the master bedroom but rather like a guest house. Could it be that he was not the one who ran the wrong, but himself?

"That's it, I just let you." Meng Fuyao immediately pushed him, fighting against Beiye, she used as much real power to resist him, she used as much real power to deal with, a lot of points, but never more. , Lazily said: "I drink too much, so I don't want to move when I sleep."

He did not move, propped his elbows by the bed, leaning on Meng Fuyao's shoulders, and sniffed her natural breath with a slight fragrance. The breath was soft and mellow, and it was as thin as the wine tonight, pear blossoms. It's soft and faint, I didn't think it at first, but after a long time I feel the fragrant rhyme, like a pure white petal, gliding over the tip of the nose, and disappearing in the wind in a single pass, but it makes people smell it for a long time See that fragrance deep into the heart.

This incense is overflowing, attracting people to chase, but it's far in the wind and cannot be touched.

Zhan Beiye closed his eyes and took a deep breath...I didn’t have too many thoughts, I just wanted to be quietly immersed in the breath and atmosphere that belonged to her. This life is rich in the world, but there may not be many opportunities and time to have this So close to her moment.

If you don't want to be strong on her, and don't want to go against her will, then let him so silently absorb the air mixed with the moonlight and stars and her breath at this moment, and slowly offer memories in the days of gathering together and more.

Meng Fuyao suddenly sighed and said in a low voice: "Poor bed..."

Then she punches!

One punch smashed the bed under the body!

With a crash, the bedboard broke, the whole bed collapsed, and a triangular gap was collapsed. Meng Fuyao rolled in time, rolled out from the gap, and kicked the bedding that had fallen to the ground onto Zhan Beiye.

She was wearing a sly clothes, standing barefoot on the ground, glaring at Zhan Bei Ye, grabbed her robe and left, but Zhan Bei Ye said: "Wait!"

Meng Fuyao ignored him, headed straight and stalked, Zhan Beiye waved the bedding and got up, Meng Fuyao immediately jumped out vigilantly, and was held by Zhan Beiye's hand, and then he slightly bent towards the ground.

Meng Fuyao frowned, and said hurriedly: "Zhan Beiye, please don't force me to curse the street to such an extent that everyone is unsightly. Anyway, everyone is smart--"

She was shocked again suddenly.

The open door penetrated the faint moonlight, and I saw Zhan Beiye's already standing figure, and I saw a pair of shoes in his hands.

Meng Fuyao's shoes.

Zhan Beiye carried it, shook it towards her, and then knelt down.

He knelt down, gently lifted her feet to put on her shoes, and said: "You run as long as you want, and you don't wear shoes in winter. Will you be cold to make my conscience uneasy?"

The moonlight is slightly cool, and a semi-arc cold light spreads out at the door of the room. In the cold light circle, Emperor Dahan is half kneeling. He does not think that he is noble or exalted, and he is completely calm and peaceful. He focused on putting on shoes for his beloved woman. His palms were not delicate. He held a sword and practiced martial arts all the year round and was sharpened by the wind and sand in the desert. It touched her delicate and tight instep skin, hot and deeply grinding her body. The sensitive touch of the warrior, and her delicate and delicate skin, her delicate ankles held in his palm, but also like nephrite jade, ironing made his heart tremble so leisurely.

In shock, Meng Fuyao felt that the hot fingers tremble suddenly, making people panic, and he didn't hesitate to shrink his feet, and was afraid that he would wait for him to put on another shoe. He picked up the shoe with his toes and wore it in a panic. He jumped out on one foot, but saw Emperor Dahan staying still in that posture, looking at it from the head drooping slightly, his ears were also slightly red.

When Bei Ye put on her shoes, he really didn’t think about anything. He was the noble and innocent king of a country, but he never regarded it as a condescending capital in front of her. He met him in the most difficult time. After her, she shared his adversity with him. Half of the world in Dahan can be regarded as hers, and she has saved him more than once. In front of such a woman, the emperor and the majesty of the emperor are all embarrassed. He is really pure and simple. Yes, I'm afraid that she will catch a cold.

But every time he touches her skin, he can't help it...

Emperor Dahan knelt on his knees, took a deep breath, pressed his hands on the cold ground, suppressed the turbulent blood, just stood up slowly after a long while.

Meng Fuyao put on his robe in a hurry, but he didn't know what to say, his sleeves covered his face and said, "I'm leaving."

She turned around, and suddenly heard a scratching sound.

Weird scratching sound, like an animal scratching the wall, and then I saw a white shadow on the opposite wall flashing, and an ingot with white hair appeared, waving his claws and shouting: "Squeak! Squeak!"

Meng Fuyao smiled and said, "Why is this girl crazy?" Suddenly, his brows wrinkled, and he found that Master Yuan Bao had red marks on his white hair.

Blood?

Meng Fu swayed towards the wall, and the figures flashed around him, but it was Zhan Beiye and Changsun Wuji. Changsun Wuji reached out and picked up Lord Yuan Bao. He was originally sleeping in the courtyard, and he got up when he heard the sound of the bed board. , His Royal Highness, who somehow always dresses neatly and pays attention to demeanor, is not neatly dressed today, the neckline is loose and untied, revealing a straight and delicate clavicle and a little smooth chest skin, there is no **** charm in the laziness , Meng Fuyao's face flushed when he saw, and he quickly turned his eyes.

Changsun Wuji glanced at her and then at Zhan Beiye. After hearing a few words from Master Yuanbao, Meng Fuyao had jumped up the wall and said: "The mouse is injured? Huh? The mouse is injured!" /

The last sentence was murderous. Master Yuan Bao struggled to point out in the palm of the long-sun Wuji. The three of them turned around and saw a few alleys far away. There was a vaguely colorful shadow fighting bloody, a lot of people in gray clothes. The array surrounded her, consciously pushing her further and further away from Prince Han Mansion.

Looking at the shape of the small scimitar, you know that it is Yalanzhu.

"It's the opposite!" The fierce Prince Han roared, "My mother didn't go out to kill rabbits, but someone was so courageous to kill her rabbits!"

She hadn't finished roaring yet, and Zhan Beiye had already plundered out to save Ya Rabbit. His guards and the palace guards were all startled. Meng Fuyao stood on the wall with his arms akimbo, pointed in that direction and said: "Go! Capture me the leader alive, and trample to death the rest!"

Underneath, there should be a crash, the front door of Hanwang Mansion opened immediately, and the guards of the brigade burst out from the mansion like black quicksand, rushing to that direction, the rapid sound of horseshoes and heavy leather boots knocked on the street. The sound on the face shook the night, alarming the entire silent town.

The light of torches blazed one after another, illuminating the range of the county town around Hanwang Mansion. Those people in grey clothed found something wrong and wanted to escape, but the black shadow flashed, and an angry dragon came hurriedly, pulling away the alcohol and fighting fatigue. Yalan Zhu, who had suffered a slight injury under the siege, was struggling and pinched one person to death when he raised his hand.

In just such a moment, the well-trained king army and guards of the Great Han have blocked all the nearby passages, surrounded the gray-clothed people, the torches blazed brightly, illuminating the gray-clothed people’s desperate face, illuminating The eyes of the man leaning against the wall in the alley covered with blood.

He lifted up his broken sleeves and saw Emperor Dahan passing by like a dragon in the dazzling firelight, saw Dahan iron riding wind rolling in, and saw the delicate young man in black clothes in the firelight. The man strode forward, straight, with murderous eyes in his eyes.

When he saw the boy, the eyes covered by the sleeves blinked, and two thin tears flowed slowly down the blood on his face.

He murmured: "...Yuchu...you didn't die in vain...I finally...live to see King Han..."

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Meng Fuyao strode forward, and when he turned his gaze, he saw Yalan Zhu with a disheveled head and panting. There was blood on his left arm, and he was furious. He suddenly turned his head and stared fiercely at the group that had no longer dared to besiege Ya. The man in gray standing with Lan Zhu's back.

The group of people are also looking at her in panic--is this delicate, almost mediocre boy, the well-known King Meng Han who is known for his fierce and shameless good at doing things?

It is said that King Meng Han is a woman? It is also one of the latest top ten "Jiuxiao"!

The leader whose eyeballs had been trampled on his face was gloomy, and his eyes kept changing. When he came, the leader told him again and again. In any case, he must be intercepted before the rescuer arrives at the Han King Mansion. Don’t disturb King Han. I, the elite of their gang, did not hesitate to cross the border to hunt down this person, just for that huge sum of money, no one wanted nothing to do to provoke a strong enemy, but unfortunately, bad luck, unexpected changes frequently occurred. , How should we live in such a situation now?

He calculated in his heart that he could only show his gang's name, and then beg softly, and forgive this king Meng Han for being unreasonable, and supposedly he shouldn't kill people at will, and offend other country forces casually.

As for the loss of my own side, I can only accept bad luck and leave the green hills without fear of firewood!

The plan has been decided, he barely pulled out a smile, leaning forward and said: "Dare to ask King Meng Han?"

You are still polite with me, is it possible that you still want to escape? Meng Fuyao looked at him very interestingly, and said without a smile: "Don't dare, it's here."

"Looking up to the prince's name for a long time, I saw Zunfan today. Fortunately." The man in gray leaned back again.

Meng Fuyao stared at this assassin killer who was able to literally write and drop text from the enemy, and found it very interesting. With such cooperation, it seems that the strength of torture and confession is not needed. She squinted and said slowly: "You are welcome , You are polite, I wonder if your Excellency broke into my Hanwang mansion late at night and killed my friend. What do you intend to do?"

The man in gray frowned, thinking that your hat was buttoned too quickly. This is four blocks away from the outermost wall of your palace. The person chased by himself is not even your friend. The intention is too sinister, right? Hurry up and take a step forward and say: "Please don't get me wrong, the next brother is to chase the traitors in the gang, and enter the prince's fief by mistake. If you are rude, please see the prince in the same line of martial arts. Please bear with me."

Meng Fu shook his eyes and slowly said: "Oh? Wulin line? I don't know who your family is? Please report your name."

The gray-clothed man had a chest, a humble expression but confidently said: "You belong to the Xuanji Kingdom Changtian Gang!" He looked at Meng Fuyao and said, "If King Meng Han doesn't give it today Investigate the offense of the inferior, and let the inferior take the traitor away. In the future, the Changtian Gang will feel the great virtue of the prince! Although the gang is not as strong and honorable as the prince, it can be regarded as a small power in the world. Repay the prince!"

Meng Fuyao tilted her head, she was beside her, and Yao Xun immediately whispered to her ears: "Xuanji's first gang, the first force of Xiaoao Green Forest."

Meng Fuyao let out a "Well", turned his head and smiled and looked at the man in gray, and said: "Changtian Gang...I am lucky to meet you."

Looking at her expression, the man in gray suddenly felt calm, Meng Fuyao looked at him and said: "Don't pursue it...take the person away...it's not impossible."

The man in gray was overjoyed and quickly said: "As long as the prince agrees, the leader of the gang will definitely thank the prince and his great virtue!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome, it's all from the martial arts." Meng Fuyao waved, and she turned to look at the chased person who had been lifted by the guards, her eyes suddenly shrinking.

Xuanji became the King of An County, Hua Yan.

Meng Fuyao met him twice, once at the Zhenwu Conference, and he was the opponent of Yunhen. At that time, Meng Fuyao left a deep impression on his Shen Xiong Zhenli, and once at the ceremony after Xuanyuan Feng. He and his wife, Princess Xuanji Feng Yuchu, were sent to congratulate Xuanji. At that time, she knew that the pair were out of the race for the throne.

It's just that the outer is too miserable, right? It was so miserable that he couldn't stay in his own country, and he chased her out of the country and came to her territory.

Meng Fuyao had a good impression of this person. She remembered that in the battle of Yunhen, the princess was extremely devoted to fighting, admitting defeat and being upright, a true man, worthy of being Yunhen's opponent.

She glanced at Hua Yan, she saw anxiety and eagerness in the eyes of the other party, but she didn't have the slightest fear, her eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she turned back and said: "However, just let you go like this, it seems not good... …"

The gray-clothed man's face changed, and he quickly said: "King Han..."

"This is not your Changtian Gang traitor." Meng Fuyao squinted at him, "If you Greenwood traitors are all the princes of the county, Changtian Gang can also build a country, lie, and spread it in front of this king?"

The gray-clothed man's face changed again, wiped the sweat off his face, hesitated for a while and said: "How can the prince let me wait?"

"It's very simple." Meng Fuyao waved his hand, "Well, I am the Lord of Changhan. The livelihood of the people in this area is my business. You murdered here, if I can't get a reasonable reason. I will let you go, how can my King Dahanmeng face?"

The grey clothed man lowered his head and thought, Meng Fuyao looked at the sky with his hands under his shoulders, and the North Field’s grandson Wuji Ya Lanzhu and others did not speak. They were all used to dealing with Meng Fuyao when things happened. Kitano's fierce eldest grandson Wuji's black-bellied Yalan Zhu's splashing skin is good at it, and he is happy to save trouble.

The gray-clothed man quickly calculated in his heart, knowing that if there is no explanation today, there is no hard way to leave. In fact, every king and prince will deal with it like this. King Meng Han is already polite enough, and it seems that he is not as domineering and unreasonable as the rumors. The type of person who knows how to judge the situation and the situation, in this case, anyway, the boss will deliberately pay this strong figure sooner or later, it doesn't matter if you sell it first.

So this guy who knew Meng Fuyao but didn't understand thoroughly enough, both as an assassin and a politician, raised his head, approached Meng Fuyao, and said in a low voice: "Please keep the prince absolutely secret... This is His Royal Highness. Please help the main person in my family. If you want to see people in life, you need to see corpses. Best, see corpses!"

His Royal Highness Xuanji Eleven, Feng Xuan's favorite prince, the first son of Queen Xuanji.

Meng Fuyao instantly passed the contents of the information that Changsun Wuji gave her that day, smiled, and said: "Oh...that's it, but why do you want to kill him?"

The man in gray glanced at her strangely, wondering how this famous politician on the continent of five continents, who had risen rapidly in a short period of time, would ask such a naive question, but still cautiously replied: "I only heard that , This princess has important things on his body and needs to be taken back..."

Meng Fuyao gave an "um", smiled, stretched his waist, and said: "Ahhh... I wasted a good night's sleep... Okay, so be it."

She nodded to the man in gray, showing a big, bright smile.

The man in gray was startled, and didn't even dare to show a horribly ugly smile with blood stained from one half of his eyeball.

Meng Fuyao smiled sweetly and politely, then, turning around, holding his hand, stopped talking, kicked away.

The man in gray looked at her back in amazement, did not understand what she meant, but suddenly heard a low, murderous command in his ears:

"Kill!"

The voice was as short as a knife, and murderous like a knife, and then the man in gray felt a chill in his back, and a large swath of blood bloomed in front of him. The blood spurted endlessly and spread out in front of him. The blood-red light curtain.

In the light curtain, he saw the back of the woman Shi Shiran with her hand holding her back, from beginning to end, without even looking back.

He lowered his eyes slowly and saw a big hole in his chest. In that big hole, he strangely saw that his brothers had fallen down with blood spattered and the corpse was severely trampled in the dust. in.

Then he fell softly.

The last thought in my life is:

She seems to have never promised to release people...

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Meng Fuyao didn't seem to hear the screams behind him at all, so he walked directly to Hua Yan, looked at him, and ordered his subordinates to send him into the mansion, then turned around and asked Ya Lanzhu: "Zhuzhu, is it important? ?"

Ya Lanzhu grinned and shook the scimitar, and said: "It's okay, the flesh is slightly injured." Then he whispered a little ashamed: "Fuyao, I'm making trouble for you again..."

"What is it that you are causing me trouble again?" Meng Fuyao laughed, "It's me, born a trouble receiver, let alone other things, bullying my friends on my territory, and wanting me Release people? Dreaming!"

Ya Lanzhu kept silent, knowing that Meng Fu swayed her temper, and knew that Hua Yan would come all the way to ask for help. In any case, he would not be killed at his door. This Liangzi will surely end up, but so fierce Killing immediately, or because she Ya Lanzhu was bullied.

You bullied my person, I will kill your family.

Anyway, sooner or later, you will have to match up, so you don't have to leave any room. Meng Fuyao always doesn't like to sluggish things.

Meng Fuyao glanced at Hua Yan and ordered his subordinates to arrange a rest for him, and then talk again, and asked Ya Lanzhu to take a good rest, lazily go back to sleep, this time she looked for the place and never left Wrong, I entered the yard, looked at the sky, sighed helplessly, and murmured: "I found that the receiving function of my imperial power radar is getting more and more terrifying. Before I reached Xuanji, I ran into it directly. "

"That's because you are born to be a troublemaker." There was a small smile beside him, Meng Fu glanced at the corner of his eyes, then glanced at the clavicle seduced by someone's open collar, immediately covered his nose, and stopped the guy. Trapped by the wall, reached out to help him button his collar.

"Brother, don't make people commit crimes."

"Please commit a crime..." Long Sun Wuji chuckles, as if the jade face is half-hidden in the moonlight and shadow in the corner, the charm is like a beautiful dream, and he whispers: "I promise not to hit the bed ."

Meng Fu shook his hands and feet quickly and quickly buttoned his collar, then put down the hand covering his nose, and said: "It's dangerous."

It's so risky, it's going to be a nosebleed on his face, and I won't have to see him again in this life.

"I'm going to sleep again soon, isn't it troublesome?" Changsun Wou-ki touched the neckline, his eyes flowed, "Actually, I just found out that the neckline is more breathable..."

"Then let you breathe slowly, my old man is going to sleep." Meng Fuyao shook him off, stepped into the door, and closed the door, muttering: "Don't stop!"

She wanted to sleep, but she didn't dare to take off her clothes. There was a big bad wolf outside. Before the big bad wolf left, the pure white rabbit had to be vigilant for 120,000 points.

The big bad wolf did not leave, leaning against her window, moonlight shone on the window paper, and outlined his idle and romantic profile on the window paper. Meng Fuyao looked at the surprisingly delicate profile in the dark indoors, heart Thinking, the side hat is romantic, Wei Jie, the jade man, is this kind of dusty appearance in the world?

The shadow on the window did not move, as if looking at the sky and moon in a trance, he heard his soft voice from the window for a while, with a slight hesitation and helplessness, and asked: "Fuyao, is there any possibility... Are you staying?"

Meng Fuyao's heart was shocked. This is the first time that Changsun Wuji has been so direct. He almost begged to talk to her about the issue of staying or leaving. Before that, the two of them had tacitly stated this issue, and each was cautious. Avoid, for fear of touching each other's thunder pool, but tonight, this guy who has always been reserved and introverted, who likes to bend in words and do things, why suddenly so direct, with a simple sentence that cannot be touched, hit her heart Defense?

She stayed silent for a while, and finally became cruel and said: "No."

The weight of the two words is more than a thousand miles, and the two words are like a boulder that makes the figure sway slightly, and it also makes the water splash under Meng Fuyao's eyes about to splash.

She closed her eyes, walked away silently, fumbled to the bed, sat down silently, in the dark.

The voice of Changsun Wou-ki came from the window softly: "...If, give you a home?"

Meng Fuyao was stunned. At this moment, she directly understood that he was proposing to her, but... didn't he know that if he asked, he would definitely get rejected?

Changsun Wuji sighed and said: "Fuyao, you never seem to say that you want to find your life experience."

Meng Fuyao went silent, and instantly understood the real meaning of the home he was talking about. She held the cold mattress in her hands, and the silky satin felt so cool that she was so silent, she said: "I... don't want to Disrupt other people's lives... forget it..."

Since you want to get it back, let the biological parents in this life forget her, just like the habit of not having her for 14 years, and the habit of never having her.

With her current status and strength, she does not need Changsun Wuji and others. It is entirely possible for her to retrieve her memories and past five years ago in this life, but is it necessary?

The memory before the age of five, now there are only fragments of half claws, but even those fragments can piece together some vague outlines. She only vaguely knows that it is dark, sad, lonely, and nightmare. Infancy.

For her young parents, even if they have difficulties, they probably can’t protect her well. If she must return, it might be their troubles.

She is also a mortal, who wants a smooth and bright life like glaze, and is afraid that she will find her nightmare in the end.

Outside the window, Sun Wuji also remained silent. He quietly leaned against the window without talking and walking. The two of them listened to each other's helplessly and frivolously through a thin window paper outside one window and the other. Breathe.

The night is so short, the horizon is gradually showing dawn, but the road ahead is so long and misty.

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After a few days, Meng Fuyao finally set off to Xuanji, and Beiye sent her to the border between Dahan and Xuanji, but goodbye, he could not follow to Xuanji again, although Xuanji also invited Emperor Dahan to observe the gift , But after all, he is the new emperor who has not yet succeeded to the throne, and it is no longer necessary to take the time to rush to Xuanyuan. The recent round of inspections on the border makes sense, and it makes no sense to go to Xuanji.

Meng Fuyao, as his representative envoy Xuanji, grinned at him: "Don't worry, Sajia will not fall into the prestige of the new emperor!"

"I'm not afraid that you will fall into my prestige." Zhan Beiye watched her with a smile, "I'm afraid you are too prestigious, and Xuanji will cause problems."

"It's okay," Meng Fu shook his head, "This time in the Sajia family, if people do not offend me, I will not offend. If anyone offends me, I will try not to offend."

"What if people try to offend you?" Ya Lanzhu asked curiously.

Meng Fuyao grinned at her: "Then I have to be a criminal!"

Ya Lanzhu spread his hands, and Meng Fuyao approached her and whispered: "Zhuzhu, the revolution may be about to succeed, comrades, don't give up your efforts. Judging from the speed of the emperor rushing that night, he still cares about you."

Ya Lanzhu's eyes brightened and said: "Really? Then I will stay in Dahan for a while, I originally wanted to go with you."

"It's more important to catch a prince, let's go!" Meng Fuyao pushed him, smiled and brought Tie Cheng Jiyu and her guards on the horse. She went out this time to raise the prestige of our country, and the guards only cost three thousand. They are all the elites of the Han army. They are the bravest warriors selected directly from the Han army who are afraid that her king army will not have time to train.

Meng Fuyao half turned around and glanced at Hua Yan who was among the guards. He remembered the words he had said to himself last night, and he regained his senses. As soon as he raised his head and saw the front, Changsun Wuji was smiling and waiting for her.

She swung her whip and galloped across a large swath of smoke.

Xuanji!

My lord, I am here!