Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 31: The battle of two hearts

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The noble quality superb mutton jade pendant, the jade is crystal clear without impurities, like a pool of solidified water, carved with a totem of a blue dragon in the wild, an imposing war character in the center, an iron painted silver hook, noble noble.

Zhan Beiye's palm stretched out, as if he didn't intend to take it back again. He looked at Meng Fuyao with a firm and hot expression.

Meng Fuyao stared at the cool-colored jade, but seemed to see a hot fire. The fire penetrated into her heart and burned her out of nowhere. This was an embarrassing and embarrassing moment. Close, can’t; No, she couldn't bear to hurt Zhan Beiye's self-esteem. After all, this was not two people getting along in private, so cruel and refused. The grandson Wuji was still there. Not taking it would not only hurt Zhan Beiye, but also lead to a new round of misunderstanding.

Meng Fuyao realized that she was very ruthless when she was murdering and making things worse. People would retaliate against her if they were not good to her, but if they were good to her, she would be restrained by her conscience. temper.

Well, can you faint now? Too fake, right?

She wandered around her eyes, thinking for a full century, and finally cruel, shit, don't accept it, just here to explain, no one will accept it!

Dang Duan continued to suffer from the chaos, she hesitated, wouldn't she hurt Zhan Beiye for a lifetime, a character like him, his steps and vision should be in the whole world of Wuzhou Continent, and should not waste time on her .

Meng Fushao raised his head, gritted his teeth, and was about to speak, but suddenly he stretched out a hand to take the jade pendant over.

The grandson Wuji!

Meng Fu shook her head and suddenly became confused. She looked up at Changsun Wuji in amazement. Zhan Beiye already said angrily, "What do you mean by taking this?"

"Brother Zhan," the eldest grandson Wuji smiled faintly, "Why make it difficult for Fuyao? A man is fighting for the heart of a woman. It is not as simple as you handed me and received it, just as I have never regarded Fuyao as my personal impunity. You should also give her freedom to choose and accept."

"Have I said not to give her this freedom?" Zhan Beiye sneered, "Changsun Wuji, don't imply provocative, Meng Fuyao, you don't have to be embarrassed to be here, because I said I won't give up. , Then it will not disappear because of your refusal."

"Since the prince is destined not to give up, what's the use of this jade?" Changsun Wuji smiled, "I don't mean to instigate this jade. I accept this jade, and it definitely does not mean Fuyao. I did it, just Let me tell you, this is a war between me and you. Fuyao should be kept out of it. What we need to do is not to force her to choose who, but to let her decide who to accept in the long test of time."

Zhan Beiye was silent, looking thoughtfully at the man who was smiling and talking on the opposite side——Fuyao's heart, obviously leaning towards the eldest grandson Wuji, but he, the winner, did not take the opportunity to pose as a possessor, but took a step back. She was willing to compete fairly with him. This step was so generous and beautiful. It did not make Meng Fuyao feel disgusted by him, but also freed her from the embarrassment caused by her kindness, and even more intentionally or unintentionally confessed herself. If he was fighting just now Bei Ye moved Meng Fuyao, and now it's time to replace his eldest grandson Wuji.

Such an opponent who has hardly lost, and is absolutely powerful in the battlefield and even the love field!

Zhan Beiye took a deep breath, and in an instant he felt agitated, and the militant factor in his body that never faded ignited. He stared at the grandson Wuji, his eyes shining, and sneered, "OK, very good, you and me Between, there is no possibility of coexistence."

"Thank you, King Lie, for your generosity." Changsun Wuji leaned back, "I will use this jade to remind myself that Fuyao is very good. She is worthy of many people's love, and more worthy of my cherishment; I also use this jade to warn me Myself, this is a dowry gift from someone else to Fuyao. If I can’t be the same to her, this piece of jade, I will give Fuyao the gift of it."

Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed again, and Meng Fu raised his eyebrows-give me back the bride price from Zhan Beiye? Is it possible for you? Longsun Wuji, you look generous, but you are actually very confident...

"However, should King Lie also have the corresponding oath and be subject to the corresponding constraints?" Changsun Wuji suddenly turned, his tone was like nails, "If you can't treat Fuyao as you promised, if you haven't done it At this point, your heart is firm, should you also leave voluntarily and give this valuable jade pendant to enrich the treasury?"

Zhan Beiye was startled, his eyes changed, and he laughed for a while, "Have me? Good, you eldest grandson Wuji, are you supervising me? I finally know your intention to take this jade pendant, you know Fu Yao I am soft-hearted, afraid that she will impress me sooner or later, afraid that she will back down because of my relationship with her, so you accept my token, and then retreat to advance, use words to swear by me, if I have any in the future What's wrong, you will break it for her, even if Fuyao doesn't say anything when the time comes, I will be ashamed to continue pursuing with you watching-you are so scheming!"

"Why didn't you give yourself a set? This is a set of vows, and it is a price that people who think they have a sincere heart and can stand the test must pay." Longsun Wuji smiled, "King Lie——You and me war , Dare you?"

"Why don't you dare?" Zhan Kitano replied proudly, "There is nothing in the world that I can't dare to fight Kitano, do you think you have a chance? I want you to see that I can conquer the world with Kitano martial arts, and soft can also be captured Get your heart!"

Chang Sun Wuji smiled without saying a word, and put the jade pendant into his sleeve. The two looked up and immediately collided. Meng Fuyao immediately felt that a thunder had struck down from the sky, and his brain was dizzy, like an electric shock.

She climbed onto the bed without saying anything, and covered her head with the quilt.

Can't stand it, can't stand it, why are you so generous and affectionate? Why do you have to confess so infatually? Why is it so considerate and meticulous? Why do you have to tell her each sentence? Can't you say your own to the corner? Isn’t this forcing us to hear that all five inner beings burn, six gods and no masters, seven meat, eight elements, nine deaths...

The quilt was pressed firmly on his head, Meng Fuyao wailed-please bear me, bear me, bear me, bear me...

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Meng Fuyao now deeply realizes that he is a small person.

The definition of a small person is that you will never be able to figure out and control the plans and thoughts of a big person.

The little character Meng Fuyao, after experiencing an insomnia night, finally realized the grandson prince’s gorgeous tactics for love: to force is not to force, not to force is to force, to use the technique of not to force to force the reality, not to force His people forced his heart...

Okay, Meng Fuyao was surrounded by herself. In short, that's it. Those two kept saying that she shouldn’t force her and let her choose. They just worked hard and behaved, but she felt that she had been **** by someone. The knife was silently forced into a blind spot, unable to do anything about the current situation.

Last night, she was harassed in turn-in fact, it was Prince Zhan who personally delivered medicine and the prince grandson to tuck the quilt. Prince Zhan blushed and wanted to be fed the medicine himself, but Meng Fuyao sternly refused--I didn’t break my hand. Hey, the prince grandson tucked the quilt, Meng Fuyao waited for him with scorching eyes, begging-you hurry up, I specially showed half of my shoulder to wait for you to tuck, and after you tuck it, I can sleep in peace.

The Lord Zhan finally left with the medicine bowl angrily, and the grandson Wuji was finished, waiting to sit down, Meng Fuyao smiled and reminded him-fair play.

At that time, the prince grandson smiled as usual and replied, "Fuyao, I believe there is absolutely fairness in this world and insist on observing, except for idiots, it is a tendon."

...Well, Meng Fuyao wept, and he and Zhan Beiye were overcast again without realizing it.

Fortunately, the grandson Wou-ki did not do too many extraordinary things after finishing, that is, she made a close contact with the part above half of her shoulder, and the diameter, depth and time were controlled within a basically reasonable range. Inside.

When the two people ended the harassment that night, the little character Meng Fuyao appeared as he is today, and took a very rational look at the current situation and future development with a detached bystander mentality. He couldn't help thinking that he was still a honest man despite his cleverness. Lord Zhan sighed.

At this time, the King of Germany incident has come to an end, and King of Germany was escorted to Huazhou nearby. Meng Fuyao calculated the time. This year's Zhenwu Conference in the Kingdom of Heaven is about to approach. She must go to see the next world martial arts. To learn, so that I could improve my Nine Heavens Breaking Techniques again. Some time ago, she asked Zong Yue about the condition of the Evergreen Temple in the Sky. Zong Yue is licensed in the Seven Kingdoms, and I can enter and leave any country at will, but he also failed to enter the Sky Temple. At most, he can only collect medicine from the Evergreen Mountain outside the temple. At that time, he told Meng Fuyao that it is difficult to enter the kingdom of the firmament, but after entering it does not mean that you can enter the temple. Outside the temple, "Jiuyou, The four great divine realms of "Dark Realm, Yunfu, and Tianyu" are places that harvest human lives, and they won't be able to pass even a master of leisure.

Meng Fuyao took a sigh of relief at the time and asked what level Zong needs to reach to pass the level smoothly. Zong Yue glanced at her and said, "You have such a sloppy technique, if you can It’s probably enough to reach the * level."

The so-called "Bro Jiu Xiao", in Zong Yue's mouth, it turned out to be just a so-so technique, and he had to practice to be close to the top level to "probably pass". Meng Fuyao was bitter, and then he realized that he was from the market. The news I heard is still not accurate enough. It seems that the most difficult thing is not to collect the tokens of the seven countries to cross the seven countries, but to improve their own strength.

Meng Fuyao thought about how to say goodbye to Changsun Wuji, and got rid of Beiye and went to Tiansha by himself. He didn't want to accidentally listen to Zong Yue said that Guo Pingrong’s master Fang Yimo had arrived near Huazhou and might have to visit his apprentice. Zong Yue intends to deal with Fang Yimo to see if he can get the antidote and formula for "locking in love". When Zhan Beiye heard that this was naturally unwilling to give up, Meng Fuyao was embarrassed to let the family run around for her but escaped, so he had to follow along. To Huazhou.

She hasn’t set off yet. A decree from the Promise court has been sent to Yaocheng, giving Meng Fuyao the title of General Yingyi, eating the towns of Yaocheng and Suishui, and controlling the land of the two army, giving golden pearl brocade. Several times, Meng Fuyao received the decree in Yaocheng. It was the day when the main hall was opened. One hundred thousand Yaocheng soldiers and civilians huddled in front of the county government. When the news came out, there was thunderous cheers. When they came out, countless families of Han people burned bamboos to set up cases, sprinkled water on the road, and cheered and praised the holy.

Standing on the steps, Meng Fuyao looked at this scene a little blankly, and muttered, "Is it such an exaggeration?"

"Why not?" Changsun Wuji said, "You are worth it."

"It seems that I didn't do anything," Meng Fuyao smiled a little sad, "It was just a brave man, and he almost caused trouble. It's quite silly."

"How many people can do the'brave of a man' like you?" Long Sun Wuji looked at her deeply, "Swinging, knowing how easy it is to do is difficult, although tens of thousands of people are going for it, it sounds generous and fierce. There is not one in ten thousand people."

Meng Fuyao smiled and waved to the cheering people. At this moment, he felt that although he did not ask for compensation, the blood shed, the grievances left behind, the things that sacrificed and worked hard for it, were finally exchanged. It's worth it, but it's still very happy.

She smiled and asked the grandson Wuji: "You gave me the back door?"

"Father does not know who Meng Fuyao is." Changsun Wuji replied, "This is really just a pure reward for meritorious deeds, Fuyao, you have the grace to regenerate Yaocheng, and you have the merits of disintegrating the army of the German king. , The honorable title is just the reward you deserve, and it has nothing to do with your knowing me."

Meng Fu raised his eyebrows and said, "What do I want these two cities for? I won't stay here forever."

Zhang Sun Wuji turned his eyes, looked at her silently, saw her shrinking her neck with a guilty conscience, and said, "Yao Cheng and Suishui will always be yours. The things you protect with your own ability can no longer be Instead."

There seemed to be a deep meaning in his words. Meng Fu shook his neck for a few minutes. He rolled his eyes and said to her, "I'm going to pee." She ran away in a hurry, and she was squatting on her shoulders with the hopeful ingot. My lord, the mouse finally felt that the scenery seen from Meng Fuyao's shoulders was actually quite different.

For example, look at the master to see more clearly.

Master Yuanbao believes that although Meng Fuyao is not that annoying, there is still a little annoying. For example, regarding the ownership of the master, this is a matter of principle. You can’t give up. Rats who don’t want to be masters are not good rats and don’t want to defeat them. The ingot of a rival is not a good ingot.

On that day, Changsun Wuji and Zhan Beiye heard about the ownership of the jade pendant. He listened to the whole question with a candy in his mouth. He admired it very much. He believed that the master was treacherous and cunning. Not an opponent, but from his own heart, Master Yuan Bao felt that it would be better to fight the fool as an opponent, and sold Meng Fuyao. Isn't the master his?

So Master Yuan Bao squatted on Meng Fuyao's shoulders, holding the snacks Meng Fuyao fed him, and seriously thinking about how to sell Meng Fuyao.

Master Yuan Bao thought about it for several days. At this time, he was on his way to Huazhou. The war between the two armies was still going on, but it was doomed to linger. Changsun Wuji directly handed these trivial matters to his subordinate generals. People travel to Huazhou. In his selfish mind, he naturally hopes that certain people will not follow, but it does not matter if they must follow. Sooner or later, he will tell you to go home.

He didn't expect that the mouse was turning his black heart, trying to sell the woman he liked to his rival.

I took a rest at the foot of Ningshan Mountain in Huazhou this day. I have already done Meng Fuyao's escort. I surveyed the surrounding terrain early. It is said that this group of people are big backs, and the guards should be terribly large, but a few people are all. Like being free, the guards of Changsun Wuji have always been in the dark. Fighting Beiye most believes in his own strength. Yalanzhu feels that it is a blessing for others to not provoke others. Zong Yue naturally always walks sideways, and several people take pity. Looking at Meng Fuyao, she felt that she was a bird that needed protection.

The "Little Bird" was very well taken care of. When drinking tea, Lord Zhan personally added tea. Unfortunately, all the tea was spilled on Meng Fuyao's sleeves. Zhan Beiye hurriedly wiped it with an embarrassed face, and Changsun Wuji said in a faint way. , "Shuyao doesn't like tea."

Meng Fuyao couldn't bear to look at Zhan Beiye's face, and stood up and said, "I'll be convenient." Lord Yuan Bao immediately jumped on her shoulder and made a claw of "I'm also convenient." Ah you, didn't you just boo?" He went to the back of the tea shed, cursing one by one.

For a long while, the rat's squeaking sound came from the simple toilet behind the tea shed, and the squeaking voice was long and trembling. A high-pitched voice was pulled up, and then it was dangerous and dangerous to fall down. It was really tragic, like a girl being **** or a boy being **** After the discordant sound, the grandson Wuji raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but smile, thinking that Lord Yuan Bao had broken the habit of singing and shit, and the singing became more and more shocking.

He lowered his eyebrows to drink tea, and when he raised his eyes, Beiye was gone.

The long-term Sun Wuji was startled, and then he remembered that the mouse’s singing is not acceptable and accustomed to normal people. Rather than saying that it’s like singing, it’s like being subjected to the top ten tortures, especially when it hums and chirps with its* bass. At times, it will remind people of some abnormal scenes. The Lord of War is 80% as if it is calling for help, and therefore it is reasonable to think of the Fuyao with the ingot, and then imagine continuing to plug its wings and fly into some dark nights. The alley, the torn clothes, the screams of piercing the darkness, and so on.

The grandson Wuji smiled faintly, and poured himself another cup of tea.

Okay, you mouse...

In the toilet, Master Yuanbao squatted on top of Meng Fuyao's head and was able to sing vigorously. He sang and probed his head outside the curtain. Why didn't he come? Meng Fuyao's pants will be pulled up...

Meng Fuyao pulled her coat and begged it, "Please stop singing, I'd rather you sing Eighteen Touches..."

Yuan Bao-sama has already seen a tornado of black shadow with sharp eyes.

"Squeak——————" Master Yuanbao ended its journey of calling with a century's strongest treble, leaping out of the window with a swing of his hips.

Meng Fuyao was taken aback for a moment, and said while holding his pants, "What medicine did the dead mouse take..."

The sound of the wind rolled, and the eyes lit up.

A black and red figure swept over, opened the curtain, and said quickly, "Swinging, but encountering an enemy..."

He stopped suddenly.

In front of me, the slender woman's clothes were disheveled, the top was lifted slightly, and the lower skirt was pulled apart, so the clothes that were not fully connected leaked out a jade-like color, which was lined by the daisy clothes , Like a touch of snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain.

The frightened woman, with her head slightly raised, her mouth slightly open, her teeth white and bright red lips, because she was suddenly shocked to the embarrassment of privacy, her cheeks gradually floated a little blush, the redness seemed to be A red candle was lit in the thin jade porcelain bowl, and a dim and swaying glow could be seen across the crystal jade color.

Zhan Beiye's breathing stopped, and for a moment there was a feeling of being suffocated by the beauty, as if he saw the most beautiful blooming of the crape myrtle in Yutong Palace many years ago, he turned around the corridor and saw the mother concubine quietly independent under the flowers , The breeze blew through Tongge Chunshen, the mother concubine who smiled back, her eyes gleaming.

His heart hurt suddenly.

The pain became a bit sober, and then I realized the current situation-Meng Fuyao was relieved, did not encounter the enemy at all, and her pants had not been pulled up yet.

The Lord Zhan immediately burned.

Especially when Meng Fuyao finally woke up from the fright and embarrassment and began to raise his eyebrows dangerously, Zhan Beiye burned more and more black, and there was nowhere to put out the fire.

Backed hurriedly, Zhan Beiye himself didn't know what to say. He backed out too quickly, forgetting to hold the curtain in his hand, and with a "chuck" the curtain was pulled down.

The heroic posture of Meng Fuyao, who was squatting in front of the toilet, immediately stared in the eyes of the people who followed...

After a while of silence.

"Battle in Kitano, you go to die!"

Meng Fuyao’s roar stunned the roosting birds on the tree flying up, and they smashed into the sky. Under the eyes of all the people, Zhan Beiye’s face turned into the color of water chestnuts, and he was intent on hanging half of the curtain back again. Meng Fuyao was very angry and grabbed it. He jumped up and stepped on it. When he stepped on it, he tied his unfastened pants.

After tying, she immediately changed her face, patted Kitano's shoulder casually, and said, "I was cursing and playing just now, but it was actually to attract their attention, so that I could tie my pants."

She clapped her hands and walked away unrestrainedly, leaving Zhan Beiye smiling and standing there, not knowing whether she should thank or hate Meng Fuyao's rough nerves in some aspects.

Meng Fuyao walked away, smiling as if nothing had happened, then she turned over the snack box of Master Yuan Bao, and after a while, Changsun Wuji took the box again and turned it over.

That night, Master Yuanbao had diarrhea and hiccups...

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When staying at the inn that night, a few people packed the entire yard. They were all hard-to-serve people. No one was willing to sleep with anyone, so they were all alone.

In the evening, we will have dinner in the private room of the inn. There is a warm pot in the dish, which is a bit like a modern hot pot. The small brass stove sits in a clay pot with various meats and some seasonal vegetables tumbling in it, Meng Fuyao Come a step later, take a shower, and say from afar, "It smells good."

Just sitting down, two bowls of soup were handed over. On the left hand Long Sun Wuji looked at her with a smile, and said, "You like rabbit meat." On the right hand, the Lord Zhan said, "If you eat more meat, you will get angry. The mushrooms inside are good and tender, you can try it."

Meng Fuyao stared at the two bowls of soup, as if staring at the two bowls of poison, and Ya Lanzhu slapped his chopsticks, pouted, "I haven't eaten meat, I haven't had any soup." /

The two didn't seem to hear it, but Zong Yue didn't rush to pick chopsticks yam to her, and said, "It's better to eat this, to clear the fire to remove dryness, and to replenish energy and calm the mind."

Meng Fuyao listened to his tone really ironic, couldn't help but want to laugh, and tried desperately, took out from her arms the pepper that she had searched from Changsun Wuji last time, she had dried it and ground it into powder. A little bit of soup was spilled in each of the bowls, and he smiled, "This kind of pot is a bit spicy, so it tastes good. Come on, you two taste it." He said silently and pushed the bowls back.

Changsun Wuji looked at her, smiled, and drank the soup slowly, but Zhan Beiye raised the soup bowl and slurped like alcohol. The peppers were very hot. He drank in a hurry and couldn't help coughing, Yalan Zhu He wanted to beat his back, but he glared back.

Meng Fuyao just pretended not to see it, buried his face in the soup bowl and snorted drinking the soup, wailing in his heart-how should I live this day...

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At night, Ya Lanzhu suddenly ran over, hugged her bedding and said that she could not sleep alone and wanted to be with her. Meng Fuyao didn’t know her careful eye, wasn’t it because she was afraid of Beiye crawling on her bed? That was an exception at the beginning. One by one, they developed the problem of climbing the bed.

She also welcomes Yalan Zhu in her heart, at least so that she won’t have to face the medicine delivered by Lord Zhan and the quilt of the grandson prince. The two talked in bed most of the night, during which Meng Fuyao asked about Yalan. Why did Zhu like to fight in Beiye, Ya Lanzhu hugged the pillow and said with blurred eyes, "I don't know. I only remember that when I was very young, I followed the emperor to visit the kingdom of the gods, in the palace of the gods. I lost my way and crashed into a beautiful palace. I saw him washing a beautiful woman. I never saw a boy washing their hair. My father and the emperor were both women washing their hair. When the water was hot and the water was cold, I had to kick it away. At that time, I was standing in front of the palace gate, looking at the crape myrtle flower, he washed the woman’s long hair little by little, and dried her little by little with a cloth. Suddenly, I just stayed..."

Meng Fuyao was also dumbfounded.

Many, many years ago, in the lonely palace where the mad concubine lived without footsteps, under the garden full of crape myrtle flowers, the forgotten young prince half kneeled in front of the water basin to wash his mad concubine. Head, the strands of blue silk held in the palm of the young man, like those days that passed by like flowing water, in those days he and her depended on each other, and in her obsessive and empty world, there was always his meticulous care, no matter how winter flies. The snow is late in autumn, and the leaves are fallen in the summer storm or the spring is rainy. Because of his persistence, she is miserable but happy to live.

However, suffering exists after all, and someone has to bear it. When the crazy mother was blank that she didn't know what suffering was, all the pain and loneliness must be the teenager to bear, right? Since he was a child, his immature shoulders have shouldered the burden of both hers and hiss.

Meng Fuyao suddenly understood the origin of Zhan Beiye’s bright and heroic character-he could not help being bright, his crazy mother needed the warmth of the sun to soothe her heart that was always sad because of the cold. If he is so gloomy, who will illuminate the dark world of his mother and concubine? If he is gloomy, those emperor brothers who are staring at him, who knows if he will be labeled as "having resentment"?

He can’t help being brave and brave-he was at a disadvantage from the beginning. He has to struggle more than others to get basic equal treatment. Once he is weak, he will be trampled to the bottom. Together with him Mother concubine!

Meng Fuyao sighed deeply and looked at the sleeping face of Yalan Zhu, who was in a daze. This is an innocent child, but also a child who knows how to love. Hey, in fact, it really matches Zhan Beiye. A couple...

When she thought about this, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Ya Lanzhu was not weak in martial arts anyway, so why did she fall asleep when she spoke well?

As soon as she smelled the faint scent, the elegant but seductive fragrance, she turned her side and saw a pair of deep smiling eyes.

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled slightly in the dim light of the room, blurred and seductive like the moon in the sky, he pointed to his lips and lightly "hushed".

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but laugh, so he was playing mystery, he obviously clicked the child's acupoint.

Seeing that the grandson Wou-ki finished booing, he actually took off his shoes and went to bed. He was startled and shouted in a low voice, "Alan Zhu is still on the bed. Are you embarrassed?"

"I know you will be embarrassed for me, so you can take her out." Long Sun Wuji smiled, with his hands behind his head, "I don't want to hold any woman except you."

Meng Fuyao smiled helplessly, and had to take Ya Lanzhu to the outside. The short couch outside only allowed one person to lie down. Meng Fuyao was worried, what should I do? Climb back to the bed like this? Wouldn't it be my bed to climb him? Not going back to sleep? Is my bed just occupied by him?

Still thinking about it, the waist was suddenly surrounded by someone, and Changsun Wuji had already hugged her behind him.

His chin rested on her shoulders, his breath was elegant, and his voice was as low as the rain sneaking in with the wind on this spring night, a little bit floating in Meng Fuyao's ears.

"Fuyao..."

"Hmm."

"Fuyao..."

"Hmm."

"Fuyao..."

Meng Fuyao laughed, looked back at him, and said, "Unexpectedly, you also played this kid's trick."

Her eyes are still shining in the unlit room, shining like stars, Changsun Wuji looked at her with a smile, and said, "Fuyao, what you saw was never the real me. Since I met you, I It’s not the original me."

The heat of his words blew his ears, and the itch was tingling, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but hide, but the grandson Wuji refused to let go. Meng Fuyao had to twist his body and laugh, "I can't think that Prince Wuji is not only fine Planning, long strategy, good at fighting, knowing politics, and even good at talking about love."

"I wouldn't say this," Changsun Wuji said leisurely in her ear. "It's a pity that someone is so lucky that it has caused all kinds of men to bend down. If I didn't learn some new words, I would not be Leave it behind."

"What you said sounds like a resentful woman." Meng Fuyao pushed him, feeling the skin on the bottom of his hand burning, and he couldn't help but blush, and he shrank back to the window, the window was not closed tightly, a little starlight Entering, the corners of Changsun Wuji's lips that are not smiling, his face is slightly flushed, but his eyes are more blurred than stars.

Meng Fuyao looked at him, her heart swayed slightly, and then there was another immediate pain. She took a breath of help and changed the subject, "You have something on your mind."

Zhang Sun Wuji came over and took her hand. The two were lying side by side on the couch. Meng Fuyao gave him a pillow, but Chang Sun Wuji reached out and pulled the one under her, "Is this yours?" "

With a helpless smile, Meng Fuyao cursed, "A **** is like a ghost!" Shu Shuzhang lay down, and looked at the moonlight outside the window side by side with the grandson Wuji. The winter jasmine and early peach blossoms in the second half of the moonlight are in buds. Put it down, Gu Duoer is light yellow and light red, with a charming charm. Those mottled flower shadows are reflected on the light blue window paper, making a bright eye.

"Okay, what do you want to tell me?" Meng Fuyao half-closed his eyes, listening to the uplifting voice of the grass.

"Fuyao, this time I was scammed to death in Wanzhou, you never believed that I was really dead, did you?"

"Of course." Meng Fuyao blinked, "I'm very scared, very worried, especially when the dead mouse in Yuanbao said that you are gone, I almost completely believed it, but in my heart I always felt that the scourge was left for a thousand years. , A super scourge like you, it would be completely illogical if you die like this."

"Don't forget a few words when you say anything," Changsun Wuji squeezed her nose, and said for a while, "Shuyao, I'm glad you believe me, can you—believe me all the time?"

Meng Fuyao said, "Huh?"

"Can you trust me and understand me no matter what happens, and not be confused or shaken by the appearance of those things?"

"Are you talking about the King of Germany, right?" Meng Fuyao did not answer, "I don't mind that much. I believe you are unspeakable. When you think the time is right, you will naturally tell me."

"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji suddenly sighed slightly, "You make me feel that I have lost you a lot..."

"Xiongtai," Meng Fuyao turned around and said solemnly, "Don't be moved too early, don't get too excited, and don't double your heart because of it, or I will change this sentence at the end."

"You stubborn little fool..." Changsun Wuji smiled helplessly, patted her on the head, and said, "I won't argue with you about this issue. Anyway, let's just wait and see."

"Walk and see." Meng Fuyao eloquently said, "You will find that I am doing it for your good one day."

Chang Sun Wuji stared at her, really a little angry, but Meng Fuyao's eyes were bright, and a beam of light shining like a beam of light shining from the bottom of people's hearts, it is really reluctant to be harsh, and Chang Sun Wuji watched for a long time He smiled suddenly and said, "Well, since I am destined to be abandoned by you, I have to be grateful for your abandonment, so should you comfort me and compensate me now?"

"What?"

"Lend me a hug to sleep for a night," Changsun Wuji stretched out his hand to embrace her, and sighed, "I haven't slept well for many days."

Meng Fuyao's legs have already kicked out. Hearing these words, his leg strength was slightly reduced. During this hesitation, Changsun Wuji had already clicked her sleeping point.

Supporting his arms, watching Meng Fuyao's sleeping face, the grandson Wuji smiled faintly, "You softhearted girl, if you are only softhearted to me, how nice..."

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When Meng Fuyao woke up the next day, as soon as she opened her eyes, she looked nervously at the clothes of Changsun Wuji next to her. She was afraid of Zhan Beiye, and she really didn't want to wake up in the morning with a naked man next to her.

There is indeed a man next to him, who is not wearing any clothes—Master Yuan Bao.

A certain mouse fell asleep with its claws on all sides, her pink belly bulging, and Meng Fuyao remembered the mouse’s design framed her by the Battle of Beiye to see the spring scenery, and suddenly became angry, and first drew a few strokes on its stomach. , Took another piece of paper and wrote a few words.

After Master Yuan Bao woke up, he was still in a semi-dark state, closed his eyes and put on his robe, Meng Fuyao posted the note, Master Yuan Bao floated out unconsciously, "Don't urinate here" six The word flutters unrestrainedly.

After a while, Ya Lanzhu's laughter resounded outside the yard, and then Master Yuan Bao shot back like an arrow, took off his robe viciously, saw the note, jumped up and stepped on it, but the robe was gone, Xiong Rushing angrily paced out again.

This time, Ya Lan Zhu laughed directly on the wall. On the pink belly of Master Yuan Bao, there are two **** drawn...

The whole day after that, until arriving in Huazhou, Meng Fuyao didn't see the mouse, and asked Changsun Wuji, he smiled and replied, "Please look in the corner."

Meng Fuyao looked at him, always feeling that since he approached Huazhou, although his expression and tone were the same as usual, his eyes were a bit wrong. This abnormality was especially obvious when entering the city. Could it be that the King of Germany was imprisoned in Huazhou , And why is he going to discuss and decide what to do with King De?

The group broke up near the Huazhou government office. Zongyue and others were unwilling to get involved in the affairs of the Wuji royal family. They went to find a place to live. Meng Fuyao wanted to leave, but was held by the grandson Wuji, saying, "Some I want to let you know."

The prefect of Huazhou and the governor of Jiangbei Province under Huazhou's jurisdiction knelt in front of the mansion gate in fear and fear, but the steps of the grandson Wuji suddenly stopped. He watched the grand palace inside and outside of today's decorations, slowly saying , "Who else is here?"

Governor Cui of Jiangbei Province bowed down to the ground and said respectfully, "Return to your Royal Highness... Queen Fengjia, just arrived in Huazhou..."

Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded, Empress Yuan? The grandson Wuji's mother? What did she leave the deep palace and rush to Huazhou?

The grandson Wuji paused for a while, and said lightly for a while, "Oh? Really? The lady needs a rest for a long journey, let's not bother her."

Governor Cui wiped his sweat and murmured secretly in his heart. As soon as Empress Yuan arrived, he made a decree and asked the prince to pass it on as soon as he came back. However, now he dares to say anything, Quan Wuji knows that this pair of royal mothers and sons Undercurrents were surging, and whoever touched him would die, and now Changsun Wuji gave such orders, he had no choice but to retreat.

"The King De was detained in the subway prison in the backyard of your mansion. Didn't you tell the queen to listen to it?" Changsun Wuji walked forward quickly, seemingly inadvertently asked.

"No...no...I dare not violate the Prince's orders."

"Well, the empress came to Huazhou to relax, don't disturb Fengjia with these military affairs, understand?"

"Yes..."

"There is nothing to worry about in this palace. With the prince there, from military affairs to three meals a day, this palace doesn't need to worry about it, so why not worry about it?"

Cold and majestic female voice came, but the sound quality was soft and waxy. It seemed to be the accent of the generation of Wuji Nanjiang who is the most beautiful woman. But this kind of soft and waxy voice is clearly distinguishable, so the soft and waxy room is born. With tenacity and ruthlessness, it sounds terrible.

At the end of the corridor, there is a woman standing upright in a bright yellow double-luan palace dress in The Hague. She has a heavy bun and a tall skirt, decorated with a colorful phoenix crown, golden hairpin with eight jewels, and eighteen pearl crescents. The ring, the phoenix falling like tears, could not see her eyebrows clearly while she was shining with pearl, but she was glamorous and sharp, forcing people to come.

The mother of Wuji, the mother of the eldest son Wuji, and the queen of Yuan.

The Empress Yuan stood coldly, looking at the grandson Wuji with a look that was completely out of the relationship between mother and child.

"Mother and queen's phoenix body is healthy?" The eldest grandson Wou-ki did not change his expression and gave a slight salute.

"Forget it." Empress Yuan said indifferently, "It's good if you don't condemn others. Who dares to punish you?"

The grandson Wuji didn’t seem to hear these words at all, and said lightly, “The sons and ministers still have some chores. When the meeting is over, come and greet the mother. The scenery in Huazhou is good. If the mother likes them, the sons and sons will arrange the local government to accompany you You are visiting."

"What are you going to do?" Empress Yuan stared at him closely, and turned her eyes to see Meng Fuyao behind him, "Where is the wild boy, don't you know how to please?"

Meng Fuyao stepped forward to give her a salute, and Changsun Wuji suddenly reached out and stopped her, saying, "Niang Niang, this is a foreign minister, it is not suitable to meet the court family, and the son will order her to quit."

Meng Fuyao was stunned. Empress Yuan's gaze suddenly shot over like a sword. She looked at Meng Fuyao, as if she had some understanding, thought about it, and said sensibly, "Couldn't it be the single one who rushed to rescue Yaocheng, pretending to be a grain Officially ruined Wang Junxin’s surname Meng?"

These two sentences burst out of the teeth, and the air-conditioning whizzed like a sharpened knife. As soon as the voice fell, the Empress Yuan had already waved her sleeves and sternly, without waiting for Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao to react. Here comes————"