Legend of Fu Yao: Marriage (3) is still spoofing with caution

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"What?" Meng Fuyao drew his ears, squinted at the sky, "The wind is too big..."

Master Yuan Bao squatted on her lap, looking at the wind and the sunny sky, touching the fragile cloak on her body, thinking, yeah, the wind is so big...

The eldest grandson Wou-ki looked up to the sky with serious concerns, and did not express any opinion on the queen's open eyes and nonsense. He smiled casually, sat aside, took out a piece of paper from his shirt, and examined it carefully.

Meng Fuyao is still waiting for His Majesty’s second offensive. It is a bit unaccustomed to suddenly die. He couldn’t help but glanced in that direction, knowing that your Majesty is treacherous, and you must never take the bait, but your Majesty is really focused. , And someone is famous for their strong curiosity, moving their buttocks on the chair, grinding and grinding, for a long while, coughing: "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Sun Wuji looked attentively, without looking up, he took a pen on the table to draw a sketch.

Meng Fuyao's heart tickled, and he stubbornly asked Master Yuan Bao to check it out. Master Yuan Bao looked up, and his black eyes looked at her purely-- ah? What's wrong with you? Stroke? Facial paralysis? The wind blows your mouth?

Meng Fuyao helplessly, with a fierce look, he killed the mouse's shamelessness, and his fingers hooked the sleeves of the grandson Wuji, and sneered: "So what, what do you paint? Our art is good, maybe I can give you some advice?"

Changsun Wuji glanced at her: "Don't, you probably are not interested in this."

Meng Fuyao was annoyed, and snatched the paper from his hand: "Haw is squeezing a hair!" After a closer look, he laughed.

"Your Majesty, when are you interested in costume design?"

On the paper, the plain brush sketch is actually a sketch of a dress. The style is between the ancient style and the modern evening dress familiar to Meng Fuyao. It cannot be said to be bad, but in some key points, the lines are not beautiful enough. Smooth, with the handwriting of Long Sun Wuji next to it, with green? gray? brown? A few words, you can know at a glance, about thinking about the color choice of this dress.

As long as women see beautiful clothes, their hands are itchy, and when they see beautiful clothes that are not perfect enough to meet their expectations, it is even more difficult for anyone to bear to become a designer on the spot. Meng Fuyao immediately said: "What Green, gray, brown? Such an ugly color, you can think of it, it’s a waste of fabric. If you want me to say, red! The brightest, most vivid and purest red is beautiful! It is suitable!"

"Oh?" Changsun Wuji still looked at her with a faintly distrustful look, and looked at her obliquely. "Shang Yi Jian has assembled several top masters to design new court dresses, which are dedicated to large-scale state banquet occasions, both luxurious and solemn. , I still believe in their vision."

"You don't believe my vision!" Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, "To be honest, except for my vision of picking people, everything is first-rate!"

"On the contrary." Changsun Wuji shook his finger slightly with a smile, "I think you are not good at picking people except for the top vision."

Meng Fuyao spurned: "I don't know how to be ashamed!"

Master Yuanbao immediately kicked her with flying feet—whether it is tolerable or unbearable, if you get cheap, you can still be good!

"Bet." Any woman hates herself the most. A man judges that she doesn't know how to dress. Meng Fuyao tests his teeth, "Shang Yijian will make one according to the color and style you choose, and then modify it according to me. Make one color style and look at the finished product, who is the most beautiful!"

"Sure." Changsun Wuji gave her the sketch imperatively, "Then you modify the dress style you like."

Meng Fuyao took over and revised it, and laughed loudly: "Aha, this fish tail is not like a fish tail. What is it called, a mop?"

"The simplest streamlined design on the waist is good. What is the two embellishments? Fins?"

"The one-word collar is not good, too old-fashioned, deep V-neck, as thin as a line of sky... half-hidden and half-represented with a line of snow, it is called style...quack..."

Changsun Wuji came over and said with a sense of participation: "This... is it gone?"

"What are you afraid of?" Meng Fuyao squinted at him, "These are spring and autumn clothes, and they can also be covered with flowing silk shawls."

Changsun Wuji smiled: "Oh... that's good, then rest assured."

Meng Fuyao changed to concentrate, did not hear his self-talk, and asked casually: "You are very idle? Why do you have to worry about this little thing?"

"It's not that there is no mistress in the harem." Changsun Wuji sighed, "You know, this should be the queen's inner palace affairs. Without a queen, Shangyijian had to present it to me."

Meng Fuyao immediately shut up, did not speak, but under his hand he was very guilty to change it more seriously, thinking about it, the baby is born, the queen has to do it sooner or later, now the dispute is a matter of ceremony. A person who is not ashamed of it wants to tell the world, and a person who is ashamed of marrying a son just wants to pass the test in a low-key manner. Such a stalemate is not a solution. Or, help him manage the harem affairs first?

Changsun Wou-ki turned off the topic, put away her revised list, and confirmed: "This is the dress style you like?"

"Yes." Meng Fuyao triumphed, "Absolutely stunning."

Someone smiled overflowingly: "Are you sure you want this dress?"

Meng Fuyao nodded vigorously: "Extremely perfect!"

"That's good." Changsun Wuji said casually: "In fact, Shang Yijian also designed the corresponding men's clothing according to the dress style, but I think it is useless, so I dismissed it."

"There are also men's clothing?" Meng Fuyao was excited, "What do you look like? Let me tell you, the clothes of your men from mainland China are really lacklustre, except for the riding clothes you wore at the beginning..."

She thought of the riding style at the birthday party of the grandson Wuji, her eyes turned green and she secretly swallowed a sip of water.

Zhang Sun Wou-ki took out a bunch of crumpled paper: "That suit was changed to the style of riding clothes. Are you interested? Fortunately, I haven’t had time to throw it away. Then I will give it to you. Change it and make a set."

Meng Fuyao took it up honestly and reviewed the sketch like a designer. Chang Sun Wuji looked at her seriously, with his lips curled slightly, he leaned over and kissed her forehead and smiled: "Well, I Go to work."

Meng Fuyao waved his hand: "Quickly, kneel down."

His Majesty left with an inexplicable smile. Queen Meng lay on the table and worked tirelessly to modify the costume design drawings. For so many years, she has been busy fighting to seize power to give birth to children, but things that are too feminine have been out of contact. The eldest son Wuji aroused interest. While changing, thinking about the previous life, the poor mother and daughter had no money to buy new clothes, but they were never annoyed. Mother was clever and would refurbish the old clothes, so the mother and daughter went shopping when they were fine. I don't buy it, just remember the styles of those clothes. When I came back, my mother stayed up all night and cut and cut on the simple sewing machine to make beautiful "new clothes".

She remembered the dim light in the hut projecting the silhouette of her mother bowing to work, and the rattling of the sewing machine was like rain in the late autumn, sprinkling delicately in her quiet and peaceful dreams.

Meng Fuyao slowly stopped his hand and stroked the sketch lightly, as if he had touched the radiant red moon brocade, the smooth texture of silk satin passed by in the fingers like time, and the turbulent and smooth lines resembled the years. The ups and downs of life, layered skirts, reveal all the memories carved in the heart of past and present lives.

Today's luxurious dress and yesterday's crude new dress also carry the best stories of her two lifetimes.

The sunlight illuminates Meng Fuyao's eyes, but there is a smile on the corners of his lips.

Mom.

I am very happy.

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The picture of the dress was good, and it was handed over to Shangyi's supervisor. Meng Fuyao also left the matter behind. She still had three little devils to bother about.

Changsun Wou-ki seems to be very busy too. Sometimes I can only see him every few days. Every time I come, I always bring a lot of courtiers and memorials to the office. Meng Fuyao never interferes in his political affairs. When he got too much, he was a little worried about his body. On that day, he personally delivered the ginseng soup. When he stepped into the hall, he saw the officials who were kneeling down in darkness. The memorials on the dragon case were piled up enough to kill people. Changsun Wuji was buried. In the memorial pile, the slender man almost lost his face. Seeing her come in, his tired eyes brightened. Meng Fuyao smiled at him, put Shentang down and left, but Changsun Wuji leaned over and gently touched her. He whispered: "Wait for me, just a moment..."

The heat in his mouth blew in Meng Fuyao's ears, itchy, Meng Fuyao shrank his neck to laugh, and in a blink of an eye he saw the pleading expression in the eyes of Changsun Wuji, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but blush. , Quickly cleared his cough and said unnaturally: "Well...I'm tired from walking...I'll rest."

Master Yuanbao rolled her eyes on her shoulder, thinking that this woman is really hypocritical, and she is a top-notch expert. Will she be tired from walking half a mile from Fuchun Palace to Jingming Temple?

Do you admit that you feel sorry for a man and will die?

Fortunately, mice can’t speak, and your Majesty knows that the Queen has a bad temper, and has never been against her. Her botched lies have never been exposed. Meng Fuyao sat aside, picking up his nails and listening to the officials. What's going on, I feel funny when I listen to it—Is Wuji so short of people? Why even the court banquets, foreign guests, foreign guests and other meddling matters have to be taken by him?

The grandson Wou-ki knew what she was thinking by looking at her expression. He explained: "The emperor was not in good health back then, and he didn’t like socializing. The Wuji country had not held a large state banquet for many years, and I was often not in the country until I became the throne. , I realized that the courtesy of the Ministry of Rites were very strange to all the welcoming etiquettes. The chief official was pedantic and didn’t know how to adapt. He was still using the old rituals that had long been outdated. They fell in the eyes of the emperors of the countries. They were afraid to laugh at me. The reform of the Ministry of Etiquette, as well as some general affairs in the palace, were all resolved."

Meng Fuyao looked at the stacks of memorials on his case, sighing a little bit of pain and a little unwillingness, and said for a while: "These chores, how can you worry about it, otherwise, I will help you solve it."

"No." Changsun Wuji refused immediately.

Meng Fuyao is stunned--he is not allowed to intervene in Wuji's affairs?

Changsun Wuji turned around, pulled her to sit next to him, and looked at her affectionately: "You have worked hard enough. Taking care of yourself is what you should worry about most."

His Majesty has a deep and earnest tone, his eyes are focused, and his expression is gentle like water. He was originally infinitely charming. After he became a father, he became more charming and calm. With such a low tone and warmth, Meng Fuyao was fascinated. The plain-colored soul-giving, risking to be drowned by the beautiful man, he struggled for a long time. The courtiers who knelt down and did not dare to lift their heads glanced at the corner of their eyes. Their faces burned with a thud, and they quickly opened their eyes and stammered: "... …I, I...OK...A lot of female officials take care of them, it’s okay..."

Chang Sun Wuji smiled, his slender fingers gently smoothed her temples, and said softly: "That's OK, but you can't bother."

Queen Meng was half fainted by her majesty’s rippling smile, and she thought vaguely, why is this so coquettish today? But it’s so beautiful to laugh like this... Suddenly I found that your Majesty’s fingers were beginning to be dishonest again, sliding along the sideburns, across the cheeks, to the lips, and then the neck... Then...

Meng Fuyao jumped up, glared at Grandson Wou-ki, and wanted to scold someone such as shameless and cheeky. He glanced at him and saw that half of his body was buried in the tall memorial pile. Outside the curtain, a large number of officials waiting for something, sighed, and walked out: "Okay, I will help you with this matter, and let the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette come and talk to me."

Chang Sun Wuji smiled and watched the queen step out of the hall, focusing on the slightly plump but more charming waist and hips after the queen gave birth, and her eyes swayed along with her unintentionally trembling flowers and willows. Until the figure disappeared, he looked back.

Immediately he stretched his body, leaned against the back of the chair, drank a sip of tea, and glanced at the memorial that was higher than the mountain on the table.

A **** came over immediately, and carefully took away the memorials that had already been approved and read.

His Majesty raised his eyebrows again, and the corners of his eyes swept the officials who knelt on the ground under black pressure.

The officials immediately held their breath and closed their voices, glanced at each other and carefully exited, and walked away immediately.

Joke, the play is over, don't they leave these props?

His Majesty smiled, stood up and stretched. Laid leisurely on the dragon bed in the apse, thinking that the Ministry of Etiquette and the Internal Affairs Bureau must have gone to bother the Queen, and I have nothing to do again. Should I go to the **** to play or Ultraman?

……

"Niangniang, these are the rules of various national rites modified by the Ministry of Rites, please show me..."

"How to get this level of detail?" Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at the 12 books, each with the height of a Chinese-English dictionary. "How long will it take to finish?"

The attendant of the Ministry of Rites came forward and graciously gave instructions to Meng Fuyao: "The detailed rules are presented by the four officials of the ceremonial system Qing lisi, Jingshan Qing lisi, shrine priest Qing lisi, and the host and guest Qing lisi, respectively. , Auspicious ceremony, fierce ceremony, guest ceremony, feast, casting, four translations, and reception of various vassals, foreign tributes and translations..."

The old guy babbled and turned page after page, and finally explained the enthronement ceremony in the auspicious ceremony. The sky was dark. Meng Fuyao glanced at the twelve books behind, feeling cold in his heart, and secretly regretting his impulsive acceptance. It's a hot potato.

She thought for a while and tried to shirk responsibility: "I think it's quite appropriate, or else, give it to your majesty?"

"Your Majesty has commanded that you have all the power to make the decision." His Majesty the servant looked at his nose and heart with awe.

Meng Fuyao wrinkled his nose, thinking that this ceremony was originally set by people, what does it matter if it is in compliance? Changsun Wuji has always been enlightened, but now he has become pedantic, thinking again, after a while, the vast territories will always be merged. In the future, Wuji will be the largest country in the world, and everything will be the face of Changsun Wuji, so I can only grit my teeth and listen.

The moonlight climbed up to the top of the pear tree outside Fuchun Palace, hovered among the snow-colored petals in the courtyard for a moment, then climbed the silver-red window paper, and cut out two black silhouettes that speak and listen.

Meng Fuyao stretched his waist and looked at the courtesy assistant who had been talking about three hours in a row with a dull look. He felt that this guy must also be a hidden master. Look at his mouth, after so long High-intensity exercise, unexpectedly intact!

She was completely sluggish in listening, so that when the other party stopped, her ears were still buzzing and reverberating, and she kept talking about those tedious and boring ancient gifts...

"Niangniang! Niangniang!"

The **** cautiously called and awakened her. Meng Fuyao looked at the remaining eleven books blankly, with a broken expression on his face, and suddenly said: "I think these are perfect, there is nothing to fault at all."

The courtesy assistant bowed humblely.

"So there is no need to look at the back." Meng Fu shook his eyes straight, "It's all right."

"Are you sure?" The minister of ceremonies did not show an expression of amnesty. He actually dared to question her decision. He also reached out to take out the last booklet with a slightly different layout, and handed it over respectfully, "This is ……"

"It's right!" Meng Fuyao felt like vomiting now when she saw the booklet. She was pestered by the Ministry of Rites for several days. Her pitiful patience had already been exhausted. Waved, "Tell your majesty, I agree!"

"Yes." The old and respectful attendant of the Ministry of Rites smiled and opened the recording document, "Please sign with a seal, and tomorrow's ministers will send out to the world and announce to the world."

Meng Fuyao didn't hear it right, so he revises the rituals in his country, is it necessary to tell the world? However, before she had time to ask, the lady of the court had already carried the Demon King who only had to eat dinner. Meng Fuyao was busy and forgot.

……

The next day before dawn, the Director of the Internal Affairs Bureau was going back and forth with a thick stack of books. Meng Fuyao got up out of the bed with a full face, with two big dark circles under his eyes, listening to the guy's nagging.

"...Manny, your majesty said, many people in the harem palace are over-aged, shouldn’t they let out a batch and select a new batch?"

"The eldest girl stayed in the palace. Don’t leave your parents and go against the rules, and let go as soon as possible." Meng Fuyao was sleepy, "you don’t need to add people, just enough."

"Yes, dismiss the harem." The Bureau of Internal Affairs took it seriously.

Meng Fuyao listened to something wrong, and was about to ask, he was overwhelmed by another group of people.

"Niang Niang..."

"Niang Niang..."

As things went on, the Ministry of Rites and the Bureau of Internal Affairs gradually disappeared, and the grandson Wou-ki seemed to be getting busier, and the atmosphere in the palace gradually became a little special, especially for Meng Fuyao, the busy child Ma Daha. I found something wrong.

"Hey, it's not every year or festival, why do you hang so many red-light colored silks?" Meng Fuyao got up early in the morning when he was surprised by the colorful colors outside the window and looked at it. Princess Chunhua Changsun was in the hands of the court lady with joy. Yelling, expressing great interest in the colored silk under the eaves, and the nanny cleverly pulled a section to her, and Princess Chunhua immediately tied her **** on her head.

Meng Fu patted his daughter's snow-white buttocks in open pants and smiled: "It's so beautiful, like Guo Furong."

The grandson Chunhua looked at the old lady with a big smile, thinking that it must be a compliment, and immediately laughed out a new front tooth, the mother and the daughter laughed at each other, and Altman beside him dismissed the wretched duo and grabbed the ingot. Your lord, put a gray rag on it-gray mouse outfit, Master Yuanbao hates it the most.

Master Yuanbao didn't dare to use his three hundred and sixty degrees to hack the delicate buttocks of the waiter's little master, so he could only weep silently.

So, behind every successful Ultraman, there is an ingot monster that is silently abused...

Fortunately, someone rescued it soon. A hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Yuan Bao Master. Otter was dissatisfied and opened his mouth to bite, only to find that the object in his eyes flickered, and he fell on another person’s knee. on.

Ultraman said twice. He was sure from the human aura that this was the person he had to please, and he sat down immediately.

Meng Fuyao turned from the window and asked in surprise: "Why are you free today?"

Changsun Wuji hugged Ultraman, and easily pulled over the **** with his face full of depth and concentration. Princess Changsun Chunhua turned her head telepathically as soon as he entered the door, and stuck it like a butterfly. .

Meng Fuyao glanced at his daughter, confirming again that she must be a natural **** girl!

I don’t know who inherited it!

"The big things are set, of course I have time to come over." Grandson Wuji held one in his arms and two sitting on his lap. He was very satisfied with the feeling of fullness, and motioned to the accompanying palace man to present two rectangular boxes. .

"What is this?" Meng Fuyao looked at the delicate red sandalwood box with a bad feeling in his heart.

"The dress." The grandson Wuji fed her daughter's sweets and answered leisurely.

Meng Fuyao patted his forehead, and suddenly said: "I've been so busy lately, and I have forgotten the bet that I made. Has the dress and clothing supervisor made it?"

She opened the box, and the authentic top-grade Yuehua brocade dangled like practiced dim light, and the pure and luxurious red immediately dazzled everyone's eyes. The dress itself has concise but exquisite and smooth lines, elegant and noble fish. The tail design, the front and back of the deep V tie is a bit awe-inspiring and gorgeous, neutralizing the slightly soft charm of the Yuehua brocade, making the bright red more and more compelling. All the turning decorations are filled with gems, but it is not common. Pearls or emeralds are all obsidian with big fingers, and the flowing obsidian is like countless pairs of dazzling eyes, gleaming in a bright red.

Such beauty, such simplicity, but exquisitely exquisite, the black and red Zhuang Ningzhong is not coquettish and gorgeous, so amazing that everyone in the room is exhausted. This is just a piece of clothing. , If it is worn by a peerless beauty, how unparalleled style would it be?

Meng Fuyao's eyes brightened and praised: "Okay! My original design was made of suet jade, but now it seems that obsidian is more dignified! Who changed it? What a wonderful idea!"

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled without saying a word, looked at the dress, and imagined her in the dress, thinking about the beauty, is it better not to share it with others?

This dress was designed by Fuyao himself. This obsidian was personally modified by Fuyao. His Fuyao should have used the best thing in the world.

Meng Fuyao stroked the dress in admiration, and smiled: "If it is placed in the place where I used to stay, this dress is very suitable for marriage..."

She stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and her hand on the dress stopped moving.

For a while, she turned around and looked at Changsun Wuji, who raised her eyebrows with a smile.

Meng Fuyao glanced at the dress again, took a breath, leaned against the table with his arms folded, and stared at the grandson Wuji.

"You said, what kind of dress is this?"

The long-term Sun Wuji smiled innocently, and answered happily: "Morning dress."

Raised an eyebrow, Meng Fu grinds his teeth: "I have promised?"

"I once asked you, are you sure you want this kind of dress?" Changsun Wuji fed Ultraman nibble on mung bean cake, "Your answer is yes."

"But you didn't say it was a wedding dress!" Meng Fuyao shouted.

"I didn't say no." His Majesty smiled softly, just how treacherous in Meng Fuyao's eyes, "Look, when you saw the clothes just now, you felt that it was a wedding dress, which shows that you know it clearly, but I don’t know if you are pushing the boat along the water."

He raised an eyebrow and smiled at Meng Fuyao, saying, "Actually, I know that you really want to marry, but I just care about your face and show your affection."

Meng Fu shook his anger and raised the table.

"I did not promise to get married!"

The grandson Wuji turned around to feed the **** water. This kid doesn't like snacks and prefers to drink clean water at a moderate temperature. Your Majesty waited on the prince seriously, and left a word leisurely.

"You agreed."

"When will I promise..." Meng Fuyao bit his tongue suddenly.

In front of him, Changsun Wuji suddenly opened his palm, and a piece of paper was flat in his palm. He used the seal of the Queen of Dawan to sign a letter of nationality with the name of her dog Climbing Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao grabbed it and read it in a hurry, his face collapsed.

Awesomely, in the name of Longsun Wou-ki and her, they jointly signed an edict to confess to the world!

A long etiquette note and a list of invited guests are attached to the back. All the preparations for the emperor’s wedding ceremony are signed with her.

There is also a document from Chang Sun Wuji announcing the release to the palace, and her old name is also impressive.

Meng Fuyao's face turned blue, white, and red again. The colors are so wonderful.

Even if she was a pig, she knew at this time that Grandson Wou-ki was playing on the Mingxiu plank road, Chen Cang's bottom, taking pay to conceal the sky and the sea. Meng Fuyao was going crazy--this fox knew that she was impatient, and deliberately mixed that key thing in that pile of things. Now she has no choice but to repent and anger. Who is angered? At that time, the minister of courtesy took out the pamphlet and asked her to review it, but she was impatient and interrupted it!

As for the person who returned to the palace, Meng Fuyao couldn't laugh or cry. This bit of trouble was also told to the world. The grandson Wuji made it clear and told the people that she Meng Fuyao disbanded her husband's harem, so what, you have everything possible The women who became mistresses drove away. Are you still not married? Do you make sense you?

It was advertised to this point, and she had her own seal to prove that she had to go back again, and the face of the grandson Wuji would be completely destroyed in this life.

Viciously drop men!

Meng Fu shakes his teeth.

Knowing that she can't make him a laughingstock in front of the world, knowing that she doesn't care about her name, but cares about his reputation, this is just to die.

The grandson Wuji was lying lazily holding the three babies, not worried about someone's blue fangs.

He knew her very well. The blue-faced fangs looked terrible, but it was just a moment of thunder and lightning, and then it was naturally calm.

Fuyao is the best at this point, trustworthy, as long as she recognizes things, no matter what the reason, she will be responsible to the end. Now she understands that the ceremony has been announced to the world, and naturally will not be awkward.

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled lazily, fed the children a little pear juice, and thought with a smile.

How can I secretly marry you?

How can you go through the hard work, but in the end, don't treat yourself well?

I want you to be my most beautiful queen, in the center of the people, before the world, tell Changfeng Canghai, the countries of the five continents, you are willing to belong to me only.

...Don't forget those emperors, who are unwilling to stand up!

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For a long while, Meng Fuyao finally calmed down, rubbed his nose, blinked, trying to save.

"Well, actually, it doesn't need to be so complicated, right? I allow you to get up tonight and carry the quilt to my bedroom, can't it?"

Zhang Sun Wou-ki smiled, and said without comment: "Okay, you know, I always respect your opinion the most."

Meng Fuyao glanced at him, and immediately ordered the maid **** to give His Majesty a full bed. His Majesty looked at her with a smile, and said slowly when the bed moved: "In view of my special status, every move concerns the world. The bed shouldn’t be sloppy. I mean, it’s okay if the ceremony is not held. When the state guests come together, we will hold a bed-moving ceremony to inform the world and invite the royal family of the Wuzhou continent to observe the ceremony. Go to your dormitory with the blanket."

"..."

What is really vicious? This is.

Meng Fuyao imagined the scene of His Majesty the Emperor carrying a blanket to his bedroom under the witness of the Wuzhou Continent Royal Family, and found that if this tragic scene really happened, he would never have to see anyone in his life.

She believes that the mighty Majesty really wouldn't mind putting a blanket on her bed in full view.

Meng Fuyao looked at the sky for a long while, and said painfully: "I just made a difficult decision. Between carrying the bedclothes and living together illegally and publicly telling the world to get married, I decided to choose the latter..."

The grandson Wou-ki smiled like "wife is the best".

So I started the final operation in the state of Queen Meng's dissatisfaction. All the matters have already been taken care of. Because of Meng Fuyao's strong status, the ceremony is also as grand as it can, and the Ministry of Rites is drawing up During the ceremony, I went through the royal wedding festivities of the past dynasties. All kinds of rituals, grand ceremonies, edicts, and celebration banquets are all higher than the queens of the past. Rao is so in the edict, officials of the Ministry of Ritual We were also undecided and argued for a long time. The envoy must be sent to the queen’s residence to register the queen. Meng Fuyao’s residence is the dragon bed of Changsun Wuji. How to issue the edict? Is it going to Dawan? However, Dawan is not a vassal of Wuji. In terms of identity, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji are completely equal, and there is no need to accept his edict. In the end, there is no way for Shangshu to submit the ceremony to Meng Fuyao.

The old maid and courtesy servant was once again sent to deal with Queen Meng. When Queen Meng saw the guy from outside the second door, she immediately smiled unkindly, and laughed so that the servant outside the second door suddenly shuddered and was puzzled. Wangtian: "How come it suddenly feels cold in such a nice weather..."

The long ritual list dragged directly from the book case to the ground. Meng Fuyao sat still, and before the maid could pick it up, Altman had already laughed and crawled over to tear it.

The Minister of Etiquette knelt on the ground, dripping with cold sweat on his head. He wanted to rescue him but was afraid to rescue him. He looked at the paper flying and said in his heart: That was the result of the 23 officials of the Ministry of Etiquette who stayed up all night and studied it. The queen stopped, but I heard the woman idly saying: "Ultraman, you can't tear it up like this, change direction."

"..."

Queer sits on his mother’s lap, his eyes half-open and half-closed, with a gesture of disinterest. However, when Meng Fuyao just snatched the remains of the list from Ultraman’s paws, he just watched for a while, and he suddenly pulled His mother's clothes, Meng Fu shook his head and looked down at him, **** very obediently pointing to the side of the milk cake, ah, ah, in that direction.

The milk cake dish is a bit far away. Meng Fuyao hugged him and got up to get it. He heard a "chuck" as soon as he stood up. Looking back, the list was divided into two parts. Looking again, I didn't know when the long list of cool children's shoes was wrapped around the leg of the table, and the other was caught in his own hand. Meng Fuyao hugged him and the list fell apart.

The Minister of Etiquette: "..."

Princess Changsun Chunhua has been playing with her on the carpet. She saw the red paper sheet shattered and floated like a butterfly. Her eyes lit up. She crawled over and grabbed the most beautiful shape, carefully holding it in her arms. Ready to wait for her father to please.

The Minister of Etiquette: "..."

The brainchild of the officials was instantly destroyed by the Three Demon Kings. Meng Fuyao apologized to the minister of the Ministry of Rites insincerely: "Ah... sorry, no more."

The servant: "..."

"Let's do it." Meng Fuyao lightly hugged her calm queer, stepped on Ultraman's clothes and refused to let him climb on her back, and the corner of his eyes swept the yellow precocious decals of Changsun Chunhua on the mirror Sorry, he said casually: "Our wedding has no precedents to follow, so we don't need to follow them. All these are not necessary. Ask the people who should be invited to do what they should do, and it will be done."

He stretched out his hand and threw out a piece of paper: "Send invitations according to this list, tell them not to dare, come early, Meng Fuyao has a surprise for them."

She glanced at the names. At first, she hesitated very much to send them a happy note, but in the end, Sun Wuji made a light statement.

He said: "They must want to see your happiness with their own eyes."

Meng Fuyao stayed silent, thinking that several emperors each took possession of a country. After that, the situation has changed, and no one knows what will happen in the future. For example, they are the people who are the world's changing situation, and they want to get together again. Nowhere in sight, anyway... See you again.

Suddenly she waved her hand silently, a little bit happy.

The official of the Ministry of Etiquette retired, and glanced at the list, then glanced at the three on the ground.

Come on, there are surprises, are you surprised?

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Today, for my birthday, I will do a 9,000-character update. It will be regarded as a birthday gift to everyone, and it is also a small birthday benefit. I haven't written for a long time. It is a bit rusty and rough. Please forgive me.