Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 25: Misunderstanding with cups

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The Seven Years of the Heavenly Evil is also the last year of the entire Heavenly Evil nation.

In the late autumn of that year, while the battle flag pierced the earth like a sword, the assassination and infiltration of the gods were also carried out at the same time. The man who had passed away for many years spent his entire life storing the lurking power, and finally floated after many years. Once out of the water, there were tens of thousands of corpses in restlessness. The face of the sky would change. The wind and thunder took the lead. Under the command of the secret think tank of War Kitano who was lurking in Pandu, countless **** royalists were slain, and then they were ruined and destroyed. Countless literati scholars wrote poems and essays, defending the orthodoxy of the dynasty, and creating momentum for the new monarch. Countless small officials who lurked in various places who were ordinary but grasped the key and knew the people’s sentiments were assisted by a group of mysterious people who went to various places in batches. , To fight for power, to control the military and politics of one side as much as possible. The wind rises above the nine heavens and was also born at the end of Qingping. While vigorously swept across the earth with a powerful blade, it is also carrying out political thought and popular support in another way. The encroachment and embezzlement of the minister’s will, the way of civil and martial arts, the combination of rigidity and softness, playing politics is like a gossip picture, the yin generates the yang and the harmony is endless, and the dead veteran with rich political experience perfectly arranges and circulates his wrists. The political situation has basically achieved the smoothest transition in a very short time.

So many years later, when historians summarized the death of Tiansha, through the pursuit of subtle clues, they came to the conclusion that the dead Tiansha--Zhan Beiye, Meng Fuyao, and old Zhou Taishi.

On September 16th, Qianqiu Seventh Year, Zhan Beiye ascended the throne in the Yongde Hall of the Imperial Palace. He changed the name of the country to Dahan, and the reign was Yongji. The Qianqiu Seventh Year was the first year of Yongji.

From then on, there will be no more prosperity and no evil.

As for why the name of the country was changed to Han, the reason Zhan Beiye knew, Meng Fuyao knew, and Ji Yu knew that the eight black wind cavalry who permanently left their souls in the deep and deep dense forest of Changhan know.

The past that belonged to the heroes, the loyalty, the sacrifice and the great love have never been forgotten by the people who have walked together. They used different ways to cherish and commemorate-Meng Fuyao dived in the court and the field, and marched northward in the battle. Meng Fuyao's slender hands covered the universe, fighting against the Northern Wilderness, curling his sleeves and rolling the wind and clouds, and finally, with the death of the gods and the life of the vast, as a sacrifice to the immortal heroes.

On the day of the War Beiye ascended the throne, the sky is clear and the bright sunlight will be above a thousand steps, the magnificent and renewed Yongde Hall shines like in the clouds, a new gentleman with a pure black embroidered golden dragon and eight sea brocade dragon robe. Looking back from the top of the main hall, wherever he looked at, on the boundless and vast square, hundreds of officials bowed their heads all together like a grass.

Ring the golden bell, ring the jade drum, give the jade seal, write a treasure book, and sit on the throne of Wanlong inlaid with bright yellow on all sides, the founding emperor of the Great Han Dynasty.

The establishment of the new dynasty, in terms of merits and deeds, the first one is Meng Fuyao, the second child's shoes, who has already become famous all over the world.

This quietly lurking ruling and ruling kings seized power, and the towers planned to kill Xie Yu, instigated the three-inch tongue of spring to surrender the guards, and magically saved the power of the 100,000 imperial camp to hand over to the new king. In terms of credit, it is indeed the well-deserved number one. It is a bit higher than the two prefectures of Jin Yanming Lun who first fought from the dragon. You must know that playing lip service on the court and the wild like a companion is comparable to fighting on the battlefield. Fighting with a bayonet is much more tiring.

Unfortunately, this first hero is very proud of his merits. It is said that it was hard to build merits. Her old man should have done a good job in front of the new emperor. As a result, her old man said that he was not ill, so the memorial wrote five The word "menopause is here!"

Zhan Beiye stared at the memorial for a long time. He remembered that it was a curse, but based on his understanding of Meng Fuyao, she would never curse herself. This sentence was 80% given to him.

The poor new emperor squeezed the garlic in his palm facelessly, and reluctantly allowed him to leave, and the award must be continued-the former imperial camp president led Meng Fuyao as the king of the Han, hereditary noble lord, and Changhan Mountain The surrounding six counties are fiefs, and they are in charge of military, political, salt and iron customs clearance.

A word came out and hundreds of officials were shocked-they knew that Meng Fuyao's award must be heavy, but they never expected it to be so heavy!

The Dahan Dynasty no longer has a prince. The original Tiansha Zhan clan can no longer occupy the title of the king after the establishment of the new dynasty. The highest rank of the minister of foreign surname is the duke. Although Meng Fuyao is the same The founding minister can afford to be such a great nobleman. However, when the eighteen-year-old Meng Fuyao will make meritorious services in the future, it is said that he should keep the award for his future advancement. Now one is Wangjue. The master of high merit, no reward?

I think there is no prince in the Great Han Dynasty, and I don't want your Majesty to be so generous!

More importantly, this is an iron hat vassal, and a fief is equivalent to a country. The prince is the real power holder. He has his own army and official system and is easily immune to court and law interference. Although there are many barren mountains in the vast expanse, But that is also the land of Dahan. His Majesty gave one-sixth of the land to a foreign surname, so he is not afraid of raising a tiger in the future and devouring himself?

There are also some people who love to drill words. They knelt down and picked up the gold bricks to ponder the title of this king of Han. The name of this dynasty is Dahan. Meng Fuyao has sealed a king of Han. What this is this meaning? This, this, this is not in line with the rule of the emperor! It should be understood that the emperor's grace is like sitting in a fire cage, burning so hard to hurt himself, is there any deep meaning in this? Could it be... Your Majesty wants the birds to hide in their bows?

All the courtiers guessed that the river was overwhelmed, and Beiye, despite the gloomy expression of Gao Ju Throne, took the garlic in his hand as the growth of Sun Wuji, pinching and pinching...

Good, you eldest grandson Wuji, borrow flowers to offer Buddha, shamelessly!

He originally planned to give Fuyao the three most prosperous states closest to Pandu. She deserves such a return. He thought about it, and gave Fuyao a surprise when she was granted the title. A letter from Changsun Wuji immediately disrupted his wishful thinking.

The person said in the letter that in view of the great merits of Fuyao, he urged your majesty to make an exception to grant the title of the king, as a solid backing for Fuyao's immortality in the future. If he fears that the ministers will resist the world’s trespassing, his grandson Wuji is willing My majesty gave compensation to his majesty privately, and by the way, he also mentioned his eldest grandson Wuji’s little help, and said humbly that this is actually nothing. If your majesty has a point to remember his benefits, you don’t need to repay him, and take this The credit is in Fuyao. It’s good to give her a reward. He said that he persuaded Fuyao. The prince is a special case. I am sorry to ask for a good land, which makes it difficult for your Majesty to do it. Let’s Changhanshan. Fuyao said her Feeling for the place.

After reading the letter, Zhan Beiye was almost out of anger and ordered his soldiers to kill people on the spot.

Obviously he would not be stingy to give Fuyao the best reward, but it was said by the grandson Wuji as if he was reluctant, and he needed his grandson Wuji to use his own help to offset it in order to give Fuyao the title .

Obviously he wanted to give Fuyao a surprise, and now it has become his eldest grandson Wuji's surprise to please Fuyao.

Obviously his Dahan's land is at his disposal, but now it has become a dish on Changsun Wuji's plate. He was the first to serve it to Fuyao, and he also helped Fuyao to choose and choose the **** of Changhan Mountain. , And he still couldn't refuse, not only because Changhan Mountain was indeed the barren fief least likely to be opposed by the officials, but also because - Fuyao liked it.

Obviously he wanted to give, and it turned out that he didn't want to give it. Obviously he wanted to give good. It became the one he had to give. Obviously he wanted to give it a long time ago, and became the eldest son Wuji.

Hey, sorrowful and sorrowful, the prince’s traitor, the thief’s crime!

And what made Zhan Beiye Yuzu angry and helpless and sad the most was that he robbed Changhan Mountain!

What is the definition of Changhan Mountain? On the border between the two countries, Dahan Wuji is the only military channel that can direct his troops to Wuji. Now that she has returned to Fuyao to establish a state, she has become a protective barrier between him and his grandson Wuji. In the future, he will want to avenge this arrow. , Is it possible to pass Changhan?

Fuyao will never let him cross Changhan to take Wuji. He really wants to do so. It is very likely that Fuyao will have to face Fuyao's counterattack and anger first, and Fuyao's power will cause him more than enough trouble. He can't take care of himself, what else is possible to move Promise?

Even if Fuyao doesn't do anything to him, and she leaves in a rage, he will never want her in his life!

What an insidious extermination scheme is...

He preempted everything, everything was calculated by him, even the heart was full of his own, and in the end he had to hand over Changhan, knowing that giving Fuyao was equal to giving him Wuji, and he had to give it.

His Royal Highness's favor, as expected, has never been for nothing...

On the night of the battle against Beiye, he thought about the letter until dawn. He could actually ignore the request of the fief Changhan and directly give Fuyao the three states he wanted. However, he can’t miss it. Changsun Wuji must I have hinted at this plan with Fuyao. Fuyao understands politics deeply and must also know the meaning of the fief of Changhan. If she did not refuse, she acquiesced and voluntarily became a barrier between the two. In this case, if he refused, the consequences would be difficult. Expected.

A letter from the grandson Wuji gave him a multiple-choice question-either throw away the opportunity to embezzle Wuji, or throw away Fuyao!

Poor Zhan Beiye gave birth to white hair overnight.

So depressed, so hesitating, so looking forward, so inconsistent with his vigorous and resolute style of fighting Beiye, they are all just because of love.

Love her and don't want to go against her.

In the battle for love, he was one step behind his grandson Wuji. Now if he is angered by the fiefdom of Changhan, his chances will be infinitely close to zero.

The beauty of the country can never get both ways.

At dawn, Zhan Beiye slowly stretched out his hand and tore the letter to pieces.

That's it.

In this vast world, half of it could have been taken by Fuyao. Without her, his throne would not be so easy. Now it should be sacrificed for her.

He was not an ambitious person in the world. He seized the throne to better protect his mother, and for the original vow of "the **** of heaven must die". The grandson Wuji exhausted his mind. In fact, it was just his suspicion. .

Not to mention sealing Fuyao in Dahan. Even if Dahan is her home, she and him are neighbors. Not only can he see her more, but also with her, his eldest grandson Wuji Can't peer into Dahan?

Zhan Beiye smiled slightly.

Changsun Wuji, don't think you count as an exhaustive plan. As long as she is in my house, I will be more convenient than you. No matter what opportunity, sooner or later there will be!

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The new emperor came to the throne, and there are many things to be busy. Zhan Beiye has never been able to rule the mansion. Of course, he will not forget to allocate funds and make the Superintendent choose a good location to build the Hanwang Mansion in Pandu.

Meng Fuyao ignored this. After the award was awarded, he gave a scribble to thank you carelessly. The writing on the fold was very ugly, the paper was of poor quality, the ink was smelly, and it was covered with the graceful claws of Master Yuanbao. Printed, Zhan Beiye grabbed it and watched it for a long time.

September 18th, Meng Fuyao sent away the cloud mark, the autumn sky was high and refreshing, the young man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly under the whitest cloud, and laughed out Meng Fuyao's parting tears.

She poured a glass of wine, and the liquid was pure and clear, reflecting the blue sky and yellow leaves, reflecting that her expression was detached from affection, and the cloud mark took the snow porcelain embossed plum wine cup, and the fingertips slightly brushed Meng Fu’s fingers, as delicate and smooth as The satin-like touch made him rush to shrink his hands and blush slightly.

On the other side, the young woman dressed up smiled openly and brightly. The smile was washed by the sun and dyed by the moonlight, clean and pure. The fingers of her cup seemed to be scented with plum blossoms, and the fragrance floated, a kind of noble The enchanting.

Above the water in front of me, someone flicks the pipa on someone's light boat, brushing down the dense osmanthus flowers of ten miles of long pavilions. The tune belongs to the wandering travelers, but now it sounds like a touch that fits the heart, like who is in the heart The slender fingers plucked the strings, and the long tune was like water flowing, resonating.

I still remember seeing you at the beginning of the year.

The eyes of the woman with ugly makeup looked up, clear and sharp, and almost smashed his eyes and sparks. She drew her sword, stepped forward, and the sword light wandered through the dragon and danced, and the dance has disturbed him for eighteen years. If the heart of the abyss.

He came with that kind of hatred, and wanted to kill the half of his enemy Lin Xuanyuan, but in the end he returned with that kind of trance-she smiled, her face glaring, Penglai's sea-like eyes drowned him dizzy After a dizziness, the bright red blood beads spread out in his field of vision like a string of corals, and the peach blossom fan was as bright and breathtaking.

I also moved my heart, it seemed too easy, but for some people, it is really difficult to not want to be moved.

Today, he and her have not seen many times—sometimes he is fortunate that she is not that many. She is a venomous existence, colorful, bright and beautiful on every side to surprise people, even if it’s just an instant encounter. Destined to leave a rainbow mark that belongs to her, he met three times, and in just three times, he was like falling into the peach blossom field step by step. It was delightful and dizzying, but he was always clear and clear, maybe just passing by.

Yun Hen smiled faintly. At this time, he could still get away and stay, he was afraid that even his friends would not be able to do it.

Turning the wine glass at my fingertips, hiding the aromas of Sanqiu Guizi and Early Winter Plum blossoms in the cup, Yun Hen smiled and drank it.

"Take care."

Meng Fuyao smiled: "You also take care." She paused, and tried her words to say: "After you go back, if there is something...special, don't forget to notify me. I like the excitement the most."

Yun Hen looked at her. The sparks in the eyes were as bright as an aurora. He knew what she meant—he was not ranked well in the Zhenwu Conference, and the entanglement with the Yan family might be exposed. She was afraid that he would encounter trouble.

Laughing lightly, Yun Hen said: "Lord Meng, wait until you give the king to worship, such a powerful friend, how can I not take advantage of it?"

He rarely made a joke. Meng Fuyao squinted and laughed, and said innocently: "Being an official, I just want to search the court, and then give my friends..."

Master Yuanbao on her shoulder also grinned innocently, thinking, the golden toilet is tired, so I can ask Prince Meng to give herself a black pearl version.

Yun Hen smiled, waved to Ya Lanzhu who came to see him off, strode into the car. His guards had been living in the city for some time. At this time, all guards were waiting for him by the car. Meng Fuyao watched As his motorcade disappeared into the depths of the official road, he sighed faintly: "Wave your hand and go, Xiao Xiaoban, Ma Ming..."

Ya Lanzhu said, "Oh, Meng Fuyao, you can read poems!"

"I know more!" Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and clasped her shoulders quietly and said: "I will carry a song that sounds better to you. There is a moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the floor, a pair of dog men and women , HAVE, NOTHING, ON......"

"Hey, what's the last sentence?" The pure princess Ya asked without shame.

Meng Fuyao smiled ambiguously, considering whether to pollute the little princess, and someone suddenly said behind him: "It means that it means no clothes."

"Hey, are you also passing through..." Meng Fuyao stopped halfway through his words, quietly turned his head, and Ya Lanzhu rushed over with joy.

"War North Field and North Field--"

Under a cypress tree, a man with a black horse and black robe stopped, the green shade and pale tree body set his color dignified and black. When looking at people, his eyes are like arrows, and the iron wall abyss is generally hard The strength is reminiscent of the iron wood with a straight torso on the distant mountains, volleying in the air, and the wind is clanking.

Meng Fuyao looked at him, wondering how his temperament suddenly improved after a few days? The emperor is really a good job, a must-have product for home travel to enhance the temperament.

Zhan Beiye's gaze swept across Yalanzhu lightly, and he subconsciously fell on Meng Fuyao, and then fell back to Ya again with anguish in the eyes of Meng Fuyao, "Do you dare to ignore her, I will make you regret it forever" Lan Zhu reluctantly smiled and said: "Princess Ya hasn't seen her for a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time." Ya Lanzhu raised her head, put her hand on her brow, and smiled at Zhan Beiye, who was condescending and bathed in the shimmering sunlight, "Two hundred and thirteen days and five hours." /

Zhan Beiye was suffocated, and his deep black eyes formally glanced at her, thought for a while, and said thoughtfully: "How do I remember it is one hundred and ninety-seven days and three hours?"

Meng Fuyao's face turned black--what do you mean? You count the time when you and I parted, right? Even if you do, why do you want to tell Yalanzhu?

The look on her face was terrifying, Ya Lanzhu half-turned her head to look at her, Meng Fuyao quickly picked up the blue-faced fangs, Ya Lanzhu had turned around as if nothing had happened, and smiled: "Really, then I remembered wrong."

Zhan Beiye looked at her, his eyes softened, and said rigidly: "It was your birthday the day before yesterday? Sorry, I didn't have time to wish you a birthday."

Meng Fuyao bit his head bitterly behind Yalanzhu-the dead man fights Beiye, you use this method to subdue an apology, can you be sincere? It’s not wrong to count the time of separation, but it’s the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, how can you be so uninterested in counting people’s birthdays!

"It's okay." Ya Lanzhu didn't seem to notice the mistake, and smiled happily, "You never remembered it before anyway."

Zhan Beiye kept silent, took out a box from his arms and handed it over, saying: "Shou Li."

Ya Lanzhu took it in surprise, Meng Fuyao grinned as a sign of encouragement, Zhan Beiye's face became darker, and he said solemnly: "I don't know what the father-in-law of the Qinzheng Hall General Manager chose."

Meng Fuyao smiled halfway and put his mouth down... Hell fighting Beiye, can't you do a good thing to the end?

Zhan Beiye already felt that he had made a great concession, endured a great grievance, expressed a great apology, and no longer cared about Ya Lanzhu, turned his head and stared at Meng Fuyao scorchingly: "I don’t know your birthday. Which day is it."

Meng Fuyao's nostrils were upturned: "I jumped out of the stone, you go ask the stone."

Zhan Beiye endured his anger and changed the subject: "Shall we go see your new house? I have sent someone from Changhan to build the palace for you. Which county do you like to be in? Qiao County Linshui, the scenery Better, Gan County has the richest resources among the six counties..."

"I said, Your Majesty, are you free?" Meng Fuyao took Ya Lanzhu, "I was one step late to send Yunhen, but I have time to ask which county I choose to open?"

Zhan Beiye's eyebrows Yixuan will be angry, somehow he endured it, and paused: "Fuyao, I know you are angry with me for what happened that day..."

"Ah, Zhuzhu, I remember that there is a restaurant in the city where the wine is very fragrant. Shall we go and drink it?" Meng Fuyao loudly overwhelmed the voice of Zhan Beiye, and pulled Yalanzhu, who was pricking his ears, quickly Go, "I treat you, you pay..."

The back of her flaming **** and her tail fell into Zhan Beiye's gaze. For a long time, he smiled bitterly. Behind him, Xiao Qi said coarsely, "Your Majesty, beat her!"

Zhan Beiye suddenly looked back and glared at him.

Little Qiyi was not afraid, and said loudly; "Our mothers are also disobedient and don't know what to do. They are easy to handle. They tie up the woodshed and close the house, clean up the family whip after a meal, and then adopt the heart and be good. The husband and the son, that’s right!"

Zhan Beiye was so angry and funny that he couldn't help but yelled, "Raise goods!"

"Your Majesty, a good woman was beaten out. I'm right!" Xiaoqi persevered.

Zhan Beiye is full of irritability and restlessness. One end is thinking about Meng Fuyao, and the other is thinking about the huge collection of memorials that make people want to die in the Yushufang. How can you think about this smashing chir? Patience rides the horse back to the palace, while casually saying: "If you have the ability, you can go and beat you!"

He was gloomy in his heart, and with a whip of hatred, the dark horse galloped away like a dragon, pulling a dark yellow line of smoke on the official road.

Little Qi took a step slower, sitting on the horse holding his chin, a reckless young man with a tendon, thinking very seriously about the last "sacred decree"...

So, people are unlucky to say something wrong.

So, the misunderstanding is that in the collision of language and language, the occurrence of cattle fork...

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"I am a pervert from the north--"

"Two tigers two tigers run fast and run fast--"

"Squeaky-squeaky--"

The night fell, and the two-mouse choir came from the end of the avenue, supporting each other and stumbled from the horizon. The guards followed not far away, not daring to approach the two drunken maniacs-one would hold people and cry , One will catch people and hit, no one can touch.

At the commanding mansion, Changsun Wuji and Tiecheng greeted him, and Tiecheng walked away from Yalan Zhu. Changsun Wuji carried the drunkard in one hand and the drunk rat in the other, dragging his two drunk pets who were addicted to the wine country. Back to the room.

The drunkard glanced at him, and his half-stretched fist immediately shrank back acquaintedly-to beat the sky and the emperor, just don't beat the prince, the prince is poisonous.

Last time I injured him a little bit, look at how long she has been a cook, a pharmacist and a masseuse... But then again, the prince's figure is still very good... or powdery eyes... She watched it happily...

Someone laughed and laughed a few moments inadvertently...

Changsun Wou-ki personally kept her busy, wrapped her in a quilt, sat on the side of the bed looking at her sadly, and said: "You are a drunkard, your status is getting higher and higher, and there is no one I can take care of you, if I'm not there, who will pick up if I get drunk?"

Meng Fuyao chuckled, stretched out his paws to touch the face of the dangling beauty in front of him, and felt dizzy. Both paws went up together and held it down, fascinated and said: "Beauty...this king...you can pick it up. A court, still can't handle it... uh... myself?"

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, took off her wolf claws, squeezed it in his palm, and used his fingertips to slowly touch her fingertips one by one, and raised his head slightly, as if through such interlocking fingers, reading Understand the turbulence of her heart at this moment.

His half-up face is bathed in the clear moonlight, and there is a kind of strongness in the calmness, and the frowning eyebrows are full of red and dusty thoughts, beautiful as smoke.

For a long while, he said: "You are in your heart, struggling for half your life, your road is ahead, your heart is on the other side, you...who refuses to stay for anyone."

Meng Fuyao fell asleep with his palm, rude and drooling.

Changsun Wuji slowly retracted his fingertips, looked into a certain direction in the distance, and said for a while: "Fuyao, I received a letter from my master, I have to go back to the teacher's door."

Meng Fuyao rolled over and said "Well".

"I may not get any news from you for some time." Changsun Wuji frowned and patted her shoulder lightly, "You have to be careful."

Meng Fuyao burped a drink, grabbed Lord Yuan Bao and shook it.

"Yuanbao should be left to you." Changsun Wuji hesitated, "It's just that you try to protect yourself and use its power less."

Meng Fuyao sneered—I need to rely on mice to save? Save it.

The grandson Wuji stopped talking, leaning on the bed, and holding her in his arms, Meng Fu shook her on his lap, lazily not wanting to move, she was lightly wrapped in his unique scent, half hung. Fuli is like being trapped in a blurry dream. In the dream, the clouds are endless, the lonely city is beautiful and beautiful, and the lonely city is like a bright flower. It overlooks a hundred thousand miles of smoke and dust from nine heavens, and countless snow-colored flowers descend slowly, covering three thousand jade steps. Joan, I don’t know where the Tung Blossoms drifted past like purple clouds. In the depths of the clouds, everyone looked back and smiled. The jade looks beautiful and beautiful.

She was intoxicated in such a dream, and in that person's arms, in the gentle package of his fragrance and body temperature, she had the most beautiful and indispensable dream in her life.

A dream like this.

When the sky light illuminates the bed on that side, the temperature gets colder and the fragrance finally dissipates.

Meng Fuyao did not get up, closed his eyes and lay face down, lying like that, the temperature seems to be still there, the fragrance seems to be there, the fragrance is really strange, I always think it is warm, and now I smell it carefully on the mattress , But it is as cold as snow, or just because the person who can bring warmth has left?

I was not drunk when I was drunk last night.

I just knew in my heart that he was leaving after all, and didn't want to face it.

She always flees desperately throughout her life, but she is afraid of parting, especially when the parting after such a lively and prosperous gathering, it becomes more and more desolate and cold, like a banquet at the end, and she cleans up the empty bowls and sheds her fingers. Those leftovers with lights and warm smells written.

However, there are some things that are not to be feared and then to retreat. If she cannot learn to partake now, she will be more lonely and pale as snow in the future.

May the time be as sharp as a cut, cut off the creases that have been printed intentionally or unintentionally on your heart.

Meng Fu shook up and sat on the bed. There were imprints on the sheets, which he left after holding her and sitting all night. She reached out to smooth the sheets, and finally stopped.

For a long while silent in the frivolity of sunlight, she got up to wash. Today is the day when she was officially sealed. After so much time, she should give the new emperor a face.

After breakfast, she called Tiecheng and ordered him to take a part of the guards to the fief of Changhan. Yao Xun had already taken the generous reward of fighting Beiye to Changhan in advance, but Tiecheng did not agree. It was very simple Answer her: "Where are you where I am."

Meng Fuyao had no choice but to say: "Then you stay at home today. Princess Ya is not awakened from the hangover and someone arranges to take care of him. Mr. Zong is not there, and I don’t know where he went. I have been here for safety without a housekeeper. Now Yao If Xun is not there, you don’t have to follow me up."

Tiecheng thought for a while, and finally agreed. Meng Fuyao changed his robe, scratched his head against the bronze mirror for a long time before sitting on the sedan chair—she was so famous now that she was crowded as soon as she went out. I specially created a pair of black crystal sunglasses for myself, and found the feeling of a star in the previous life quite well

*It takes a short day to get up, King Han rarely goes to the early court. When Meng Fuyao appeared in Houban’s room early in the morning, officials of all sizes knelt on the ground, some upstarts didn’t know her, and quietly talked. People asked, and then it suddenly dawned--oh, the King Meng who openly said to be the second minister on the city.

Meng Fuyao sat in the corner very low-key, drinking tea, and coping with endless greetings.

"Wang Ye Ankang..."

"It's easy to talk, I'm dying of illness."

"..."

"The prince is auspicious..."

"Good talk, good weather today."

"..."

"Lord."

"It's easy to say--"

The voice was familiar, Meng Fuyao raised his head.

"Your Majesty asks you to go to the palace after you leave the court, and discuss something important."

Meng Fuyao stared suspiciously at Xiao Qi, what is important for Zhan Beiye, not in the court, or in the palace, should she go to the palace to talk specifically? It's just that there is no doubt under all eyes, so I nodded.

Xiao Qi bowed and went out in a serious manner. Meng Fuyao looked at him from behind. Although he felt strange, he thought that this guy had always been a liar, so he was relieved that it was 80% of Zhan Beiye's own tricks.

At this time, the golden bell was ringing, and everyone went into the hall and stationed, the high dome hall, the Huanghuang Tianwei, everyone did not even hear the coughing, there was a gold case in the hall, Chen Fang’s gold book and gold seal, Meng Fuyao stood In the middle, while waiting for a boring number of squares, by the way, he estimated that the weight of the golden seal was probably a few catties of gold. Suddenly, he heard the **** call out, "Your Majesty is here--"

The hundreds of officials huffed and knelt down again. Only then did Meng Fuyao think of this serious problem. She was about to bend the **** in Beiye!

At this time, the whole hall was kneeling, but Meng Fuyao was standing, making it more and more obstructive that she was sticking there. Meng Fuyao touched his nose, slowly planning to kneel. Suddenly I heard Zhan Beiye solemnly said: "I heard that Meng Qing had a cold knee recently. I wonder if I can recover?"

"Ah, Your Majesty." Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and smiled and immediately rubbed his knees, "It's impossible, old cold legs..."

Baiguan stared at the eighteen-year-old "Old Cold Legs" contemptuously. Meng Fuyao remained motionless as if nothing had happened. Zhan Beiye's black scornful eyes swept across her face deeply, and said, "Then you don't need to kneel. Stop."

"Weichen thank you!" Meng Fuyao replied happily, thinking that comrade Zhan Beiye was quite good at some point, and could forgive him as he pleased.

Jin Zhong rang again. She stood still in front of the Jin case. According to the old rule of Tian Sha, the prince canonized two envoys, and he is making the first rank deputy envoy to the first rank. However, today it is the two former dynasties who canonized Meng Fuyao. The veteran, the two dynasties are the first grade, this is an extra grace, a low voice from among the hundred officials, Zhan Beiye glanced over, and the voice stopped.

Although the new emperor has not taken the throne soon, the hundreds of officials have also found out some of the people in the northern field. Although the new emperor is benevolent, his temperament is not tolerant, and he acts vigorously and vigorously with both leniency and strictness. He is even very thorough in political affairs. In a short period of time, the messy political affairs were smoothed out, but all personnel, military, horses, prisons, household administration, and economics are all unfamiliar. Although everyone does not understand how a idle prince learned such a skillful government affairs, the new emperor is here. It is an ironclad fact that he has quickly established his authority within a short period of time. The embryonic form of Dahan Xiong has already appeared. At this time, he has a faint look, and everyone admires him in awe.

Two veterans, after reading the canonization decree, one holding the golden book and the other offering the golden seal, led by Xiaoqi to Meng Fuyao. Except for the prince himself, the rest are not allowed to touch the golden book and the golden seal. The tray was served, Meng Fuyao had already bowed and listened extremely impatiently, and quickly reached out to take it with a smile.

She took it carelessly, and she never thought that there would be something wrong with the golden book written by Zhan Beiye under the eyes of Zhan Beiye, and did not notice that Xiao Qi suddenly grinned. laugh.

The specifications of the prince's canonization were very grand, but the ceremony was simplified. Zhan Beiye knew that Meng Fuyao's temperament was absolutely impatient with the cumbersome etiquette. Although he wanted to see Meng Fuyao more closely at this distance, he had no choice but to be cruel. The ceremony ended early in the eyes of "Hurry up, I want to pee".

As soon as the ceremony was over, Prince Meng, who was supposed to be standing by the court in the hall, did not stand anymore. The "old cold leg" was sent out, and he took a vacation. He wandered out of the hall first, and he just turned off. Wan, Xiao Qi followed, and said: "My lord, your majesty said that you must wait for him in the palace to discuss something important."

Meng Fuyao glanced at him and said: "What's the matter? Must go to the palace? I will wait for him in the palace."

Xiao Qi took out a note from her pocket and looked at it, then stuffed it back, and said as an endorsement: "Your Majesty said, it is not convenient in the palace."

Meng Fuyao looked at him angry and funny, and stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve: "Is there any tricks?"

Xiao Qi stepped forward, grabbed a note and looked at it, sternly, said: "Your Majesty said, I want to know why there is a trick and the palace is waiting for him."

The fingers in his sleeves quietly crushed the two pieces of paper-the paper was blank, there was nothing, all the words he said, and the action of deliberately grabbing the small piece of paper out to see, all It is the strategy taught by the old guys in your majesty's secret think tank-specifically to deal with someone who is clever and cautious, prefers to be curious and particularly exuberant.

Meng Fuyao was really aroused by curiosity, haha ​​smiled and said: "He will play tricks too, okay, I will go."

She went out of the palace and mounted her horse, and followed Xiaoqi all the way to the palace on Beiyu Mountain in Pandu. The palace was not big, and the five palaces at the front and back, Xiaoqi led Meng Fuyao to the innermost, and the steps of the Huayin Pavilion in the inner hall Stopped before.

Meng Fuyao saw an exquisite little table in front of Huayin Pavilion and four snow-white small jade stools. They were very delicate and cute. He couldn't help but rejoice and said; "This stool is beautiful, I won't enter the hall anymore. It’s good to blow a hair and taste tea outside here.” As he said, he sat down.

"Boom!"

The stool sank down suddenly, and a big hole appeared in the ground. Meng Fuyao, who was fully trusted by his subordinates in the battle, fell unsuspectingly.

Then the table was horizontal, with a bang, the ground was sealed, and Meng Fu shook his head and suddenly disappeared from the sky.

Meng Fuyao was shocked. Turning around, he realized that it was like a closed stone chamber with an underground passage. He hurriedly stretched out his palm and slashed. With luck, the gold book in his sleeve suddenly fell to the ground with a sound, and the gold book cracked and scattered. A faint smoke comes.

Meng Fuyao hurriedly held his breath, but unfortunately the indoor space was too small, and the smoke came so fast that he still inhaled a trace.

She fainted in her mind, and quickly closed her eyes and sat down to adjust her breath. She was dizzy and heard Xiao Qi's laugh above her head:

"Haha, your Majesty, am I locked into her? Now I will beat her for you!"

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As for the meal, there are many quick solutions. I will take the following approach tonight: serve the table, eat some meatballs, then stand up to toast, three cups each, apologize, and walk. It takes 15 minutes.