She threw herself into his arms.
Tears have never been so worthless in this life, waterfall-like streams flowed out, instantly wet his shoulders, the light purple turned into a deep purple, the same color as the purple orchid grass growing beside the stream.
Meng Fuyao buried herself firmly in the arms of her eldest grandson Wuji, and rubbed her tears, snot and blood against his shoulder unceremoniously, and she whimpered, trying to take advantage of this man's seemingly illusory but incomparably real Hug, pouring out all the pent-up depression that I had nowhere to vent for eighteen years.
She cried: "She has more gray hair..."
She cried: "At least let her live in the winter..."
She cried: "I saw that she had age spots... age spots..."
She cried: "It seems that the martyr has got it, otherwise where would the money come from to be hospitalized..."
She cried: "Fatty and the others still have a conscience, they know how to accompany her..."
She cried: "A group of idiots, hot pot, can she eat hot pot?"
She cried: "Who will wash her body and bathe her? Those rough and clumsy nurses? How far can they do it? She is so self-respecting. Some things... some things, who will help her..."
She cried: "She is still waiting for me..."
The last sentence made Changsun Wuji's body tremble, Meng Fuyao stopped immediately, she cried for a while, the depression in her heart seemed to be washed by water, and a little bit of moonlight and white light appeared, and she also vaguely remembered that some things still cannot be said happily too much.
Her obsession with returning is hard to say to others in this life. To enemies, speaking out is tantamount to asking for trouble; to friends, she is still asking for trouble—Changsun Wuji is the most intelligent, open-minded and open-minded among all people. Now, he knows how to let her fly and how to give her freedom, but even he would never want her to fly out of the five continents, out of this time and space, and out of his life forever.
There is some pain, so I can only carry it by myself.
Meng Fuyao raised her sleeves, wiped away her tears, and then her legs gave way and fell to the ground—she let out a sigh of relief, and had no more strength left.
As soon as the eldest grandson Wuji stretched out his arms to wrap her around her, he hugged her and sat down, sitting on the grass in the early summer night, holding her in his arms, quietly watching the moonlight and clear wind.
The moon is as curved as an eyebrow, frowning slightly, and the thin clouds are like paper, revealing the jade-white light, fireflies dancing around the body, streams gurgling, comfrey exuding a faint fragrance, night insects crouching in the grass and humming tirelessly , the sound quality is crisp and bright, hitting the tranquility of the night like a jade mallet.
The wind in the wilderness is a bit strong, blowing people's clothes swaying, and under the moonlight, the two shadows are glued together, but the outlines are clear and distinct. What belongs to him and hers can't be mistaken at all. The two people hug each other like this. The moonlight makes the eyes moist. It turns out that in such a deep and vast place, one or two people are just two stones, sinking in the abyss of time, surrounded by endless distance, loneliness, and peace. barren.
The faint strange fragrance of Changsun Wuji became stronger in this cold place, and a distant bell sounded from an unknown Zen temple in the distance. The bell is ringing, and the past and the past are passing by like a revolving lantern in the bottom of my heart, wandering in a blur between illusion and reality, if there is enlightenment in a trance, but there is nothing.
I heard Changsun Wuji softly say: "Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao said softly "Huh?"
"People in the world are obsessed with obtaining, and they are rushing all the way for this, but in fact, obtaining is not far away."
Meng Fuyao tilted his head, thinking a bit slowly, what does he mean by this
"Fuyao, do you have obsession?"
Meng Fuyao answered honestly: "Yes."
"I have it too." The eldest grandson Wuji raised his head and said to Yue Qing: "When I was young, I hoped that my mother would not always sigh at me, making me feel that she had never liked me; when I was young, I wanted to find someone I could protect, so It made me feel that I was still needed by others; and later, I suddenly realized that what I was looking for was always close at hand, but the road ahead was so far away, I hope to walk with her forever.”
Meng Fuyao remained silent, and answered softly for a long time: "Some roads are destined to be walked alone."
Above the head, the man was silent for a long time, in the melting mist and moon, he was silent for an unspeakable loneliness, and the surrounding fields were empty, and the flowers and trees in the distance were blown by the wind, and the falling flowers were like snow.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, only feeling soreness and bitterness in her heart, that bit of bitterness soaked into her inner organs, such a complicated taste, fate so unwilling to be tamed, like a beast crouching in the dark and unwilling to be tamed, she herself was bitten It's fine to get bruised and bruised, and it's unavoidable that innocent people will also be injured as a result.
In fact, Wuyan continued to crave for the warmth of Changsun Wuji, she struggled to get up, but was hugged even tighter by Changsun Wuji, she pushed him sideways, but Changsun Wuji suddenly took advantage of the situation and pulled her shoulders.
The light and shadow in front of him dimmed, and his lips fell down warmly and coolly.
on her lips.
lingering.
Such a charming taste of lips and teeth, obviously only drank tea, for some reason, it carried a bit of rich and intoxicating fragrance of wine, from one kind of softness to another kind of softness, from one kind of entanglement to another kind of entanglement, His kiss is the wind, the moon, the cloud, and the mist. It is the purest nature among all creations. It sneaks in silently like a dream, and fills her world inch by inch. When she is barren, he fills it up. When she dries up, he moistens it. So clean but thick. so.
As if kissing with a hot spring for the first time, he is still so affectionate and gentle, sucking and tossing softly like a poem written by a poet between flowers, but the kiss gradually became stronger, painful, full of frustration and depression, He seems to want to put such strength on her lips permanently, so that she will remember his taste and memory for a long time. The encounters and encounters between those lips and teeth are like lightning strikes every time, and the collision produces a silent moan. And trembling, she gasped gradually because of this, but he relentlessly blocked the panting between the lips that fit together, he kissed away the blood that was not wiped off her lips bit by bit, and then put the salty and sweet Share the taste with her.
Feeling the struggle of the person below him, he hugged her even tighter. Since we met, he has let go of her too many times, letting her fly with her heart. But he didn't want to let it go again, so he forced her to do it once!
He doesn't want this person to grow and stand short, and he doesn't want this life to flow quickly. If one day his blood turns green and he becomes a time forgotten by her, then there will be a bloody and painful kiss this night to remember the vicissitudes of life. a ride.
Such a heavy and ferocious kiss was no longer owned by the eldest grandson Wuji, who was always elegant and calm, but it really ran over Meng Fuyao's heart. She closed her eyes and finally let herself go soft, her waist in his arms. She bent back and bent into an arc like a weeping willow, but the tears in her eyes gradually oozed out, and silently fell into the corner of Changsun Wuji's lips like a trickle, before being kissed by him bloody.
The wild flowers fall like snow, the long wind plucks the strings at night, the green willows by the stream shake down, and float into the farther quiet spring mountain. People, the tears on her cheeks and the blood on his lips, she trembled gently in his arms, her shoulders were delicate and thin, like a crane in the sky that wanted to fly but was helpless.
This kiss is so long, this kiss is so short.
He finally let go of her, and moved the kiss all the way to her forehead, which was as clean as jade, touched it lightly, and then pressed it against her forehead without moving.
The two breathed and smelled each other, and they were entangled with each other. Meng Fuyao's low panting drifted in the silent surroundings, his pale face finally flushed with intoxication, and the rare eyes were flowing and charming like spring, which is incomparable. Yan Guang.
The eldest grandson Wuji looked at her deeply, and said in a low voice: "Fuyao... You want me to take you to Zensheng..."
Meng Fuyao was silent, smiled for a long time, and said: "I found that between us, we can't even say the phrase resignation. There are some things that God didn't give from the beginning."
The blush on her cheeks faded away, her eyes regained clarity from confusion, she straightened up, knelt down and slowly straightened her messy hair.
Yes, I can’t say, I can’t indulge, I can’t be addicted. If in the past, she had hesitated whether her persistence was worth it because of the hindrance of those time and space changes, and had shaken her heart, but from today onwards, she will never turn back and move forward way.
Mom is waiting for her.
The eighteen years she dreaded the most had already been determined to no longer be an obstacle separating her from her mother.
Then what reason is there to stop her from running back
Changsun Wuji slowly let go of his hand, with such a helpless and desolate gesture, he gently pulled in the void, but only a little bit of Yelu.
The person on the opposite side is calm and bold, and in that quietness is a determination that cannot be changed, and in that boldness is persistence without hesitation.
He silently looked at Meng Fuyao, looked at the bitter fruit he had gained by letting go, that bitter fruit could only be swallowed in the bottom of his heart, blocked in the channel of his heart like that.
After a while he said: "Fuyao, I won't let go either."
In exchange for her a long sigh - what can I say? What can I advise? Just as he couldn't persuade her, she couldn't persuade him selfishly and hypocritically.
Changsun Wuji suddenly smiled, and said: "I believe that sincerity is perceptible, and I believe that even if there is a master of fate that overrides all wills in the world, there will be a way to break it in the end."
He took Meng Fuyao lightly, and said: "Go to sleep, you are tired all day, there are some things that hurt others if you think about them too much, it's better to forget them first." Not allowing Meng Fuyao to refuse, he flicked his fingers and nodded habitually She sleeps.
Seeing Meng Fuyao sinking into sleep with a wry smile, Changsun Wuji stretched out his hand, and slowly placed it on her back, closed his eyes, and his true energy circulated once, and quickly circled within her dantian.
After a long time, he let go of his hands, quietly looked down at Meng Fuyao's sleeping face, gently stroked her slightly swollen lips with his fingers, and said softly:
"Since it is destined to be so, and let you fly higher, instead of watching you struggle and suffer under the torture of obsession, it is better to help you break through the blue sky."
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After that day, Meng Fuyao returned to Zhan Beiye's secret house to recuperate from her injuries. She had no interest in the rumors about the real martial arts chief who was widely spread in the outside world. She only practiced desperately every day to recuperate from her injuries. In fact, she has always been a little strange about the smooth integration of the true power of the wind and moon soul with "Breaking the Nine Heavens". It is said that she should not be able to fuse the three top-level true energy so quickly. In fact, she did it, and it is still said by the old Taoist priest That's right, only in constant battles on the verge of life and death can one stimulate and improve one's potential faster and reach a speed that cannot be achieved by ordinary practice. According to the old Taoist priest, he practiced to the sixth level at the age of twenty-four. In this sect, there is no one before and no one to come after, which is regarded as a miracle. Now it is considered that there is no one before and no one to come after.
Meng Fuyao was in a very good mood when she thought of the old Taoist priest's exhaustion, but although she was promoted smoothly, she was seriously injured, and the fused zhenqi was not stable, and it would come and go, and it would take a long time to recuperate. Before the "Broken Nine Heavens" is completed, she will not rush to the sky in a hurry. There is only one chance. Once she goes to the sky, she will never allow herself to fail!
Then, I still do what I want to do according to the plan, and during the recuperation period, I will cause destruction in Tiansha.
The eldest grandson Wuji "returned to the country", and Zhan Beiheng personally sent the "returned" eldest grandson Wuji out of Pandu, and gave him a fragrant car as a parting gift, which was full of purses, jade pendants, bellybands, Ruyi, etc. Wait, Changsun Wuji accepted them all with a smile, and really took the fragrant chariot away.
This is only on the surface, in fact... Meng Fuyao sighed—that person changed his face and stayed by her side. According to him, his father's health has improved recently, and he can already see things, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to catch up. Come to Tiansha, since you have come all the way, let's rest for a while before leaving.
Meng Fuyao didn't think there was any need for him to take a break, but seeing that his complexion was not very good, thinking that it would be too shameless to chase someone away after traveling thousands of miles, so he remained silent.
Xuanyuan Yun also left, this is a real one, she dared not follow her father back to the country, before leaving, she wanted to see Zong Yue again with tears in her eyes, Meng Fuyao came back in a daze after the martial arts competition in the Golden Palace that day. I don't know how the two of them were talking, but I thought that the underground party must have already matched the secret signal, so I let her in on my own initiative. As a result, Xuanyuan Yun in the medicine garden was stung by a group of poisonous bees that Zong Yue had recently tried to breed, while Meng Fuyao The color, shape, and smell of the medicinal soup that night were infinitely close to that of a certain human excrement, and the stench was unbearable.
Zong Yue is still the same. Except for the sound of "Brother Ayue" at the beginning of the call, which caused waves and pain in his eyes, after that, it seems that the wind has passed without a trace, and his mind is like a person in a remote deserted village at midnight. A lamp, seemingly clear and warm, but distant and silent.
After recuperating for a few days, she received an invitation letter from Zhan Nancheng. Before leaving, grandson Wuji reminded her: "Zhan Nancheng really intends to invite you. I teach you how to perform well, such as the art of war, but you don't need to be proficient in political affairs. , what Zhan Nancheng needs is a brave general who can win over and is fair in wisdom, not a hero who is all-rounder in civil and military affairs, so don't overdo it." After speaking, he stuffed something for her, and said: "If something happens, Open up the things that make you very angry but you can't fight back."
Engage in Zhuge Liang's tricks? Meng Fuyao snorted: "Will there be a 'very angry and unable to fight back' thing in my life?" Having said that, he accepted it, went to the banquet with the invitation and Ya Lanzhu, and met a fragrant car BMW in front of the palace gate. Passing by, there was an official from Tiansha on the side of the fragrant chariot, and when the chariot stopped when it passed her, a pale and thin young man poked his head out to say hello: "So it's General Meng, is he going to the banquet?"
Meng Fuyao raised her eyes, and smiled politely at the fourth prince Shangfeng, the eldest grandson Wuji "gone", the siblings haven't left yet? Looking at this weak chicken, don't you know that she scolded the rotten lotus? What about rotten lotus? These days, most of them are hiding in the house and crying, right
Thinking of Cao Cao's arrival, the curtain of the carriage suddenly lifted, and Fu Lian half-hid her face behind the carriage, and said to her with a smile, "General Meng, what a coincidence."
Her smile is still graceful and holy, with a peaceful charm, and she is still the kind of noble and elegant who resembles her eldest grandson Wuji in appearance but not in spirit.
Meng Fuyao stared at her, let out a "hiss", and let out a breath of cool air from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.
she is laughing? She is actually laughing? She was actually smiling at her
Damn it, she has never been convinced by any woman in her life, but now she is convinced by Feng Jingfan!
It's unbelievable that a woman, being scolded like that, can still keep her composure and smile at the person who scolded her. Could it be that she was really hurt and scolded the wrong person that day? Or is Rotten Lotus suffering from intermittent amnesia? Or will her mind automatically clear the screen and delete all disharmonious words
However, Rotten Lotus's next sentence completely shattered her illusions, and Meng Fuyao even felt his eyes go dark when he heard that sentence—how can anyone in this world be so powerful...
Folian smiled and said, "Is General Meng's injury better? Jing Fan was thinking about it. That day, Jing Fan was really rude. He knew that the general was seriously injured, but he still pestered the general to invite a banquet. I can't blame the general for blaming me."
The Fourth Prince Feng smiled and said: "General Meng probably misunderstood my sister a bit? At the next banquet, my sister will just offer the general a glass of wine. The general is now famous all over the world. He is a real hero and deserves a glass of wine from Buddha Lotus."
I deserve it, I deserve it, you probably think that the wine toast from your family's Folian is flattering me, but I'm afraid I'll ruin my stomach after drinking it... Meng Fuyao raised his sleeves, covered his lips, coughed loudly, and said: " The serious injury has not healed, so I dare not accept it, thank you, thank you."
The two people also invited them graciously: "The carriage is spacious, how about riding in the same carriage? Since the general's injury has not healed, I'm afraid it will be easy to get tired when riding a horse."
"I was born with low bones, and I can't sit in expensive cars. Once I sit, my three souls will disappear, my limbs will not work, my five internal organs will not work, and my seven orifices will smoke..." Meng Fuyao still covered his lips, and stretched out his hand: "Please, please."
The two men left with perfect etiquette and politeness, Meng Fuyao put down his sleeves, stiffened his neck, and said to Ya Lanzhu beside him: "Zhuzhu, quickly pinch me to see if I'm still alive?"
Ya Lanzhu straightened her eyes and said angrily: "I still expected you to pinch me, I haven't come back yet."
The two of them turned their heads awkwardly, looked at each other, and after a while Ya Lanzhu said: "Talent, talent... I don't think Meng Fuyao is qualified to carry shoes for others."
Meng Fuyao scratched his cheeks, and said: "Zhuzhu, you see, she is called a princess. Compared with her, you are the aunt who quarreled over the last dime in the vegetable market."
"That's right," Ya Lanzhu said with deep sympathy, "such a noble, flawless, magnanimous and graceful princess, with a face as strong as a city wall, I'm really ashamed to attend with her..."
"That grade is not so bad... No, I will feel ashamed if I sit with her." Meng Fuyao made a quick decision, poked his horse's head, and said, "Zhuzhu, please tell Zhan Nancheng for me. I had diarrhea, and I went back and had it slowly."
"I want to have diarrhea too. If I don't, I will definitely have diarrhea when I see her. Together." Ya Lanzhu poked the horse's head afterward.
It is a pity that it is too late.
Two groups of people came out to meet them, and the officials from the Ministry of Rituals came to meet them in person with their servants. They had already seen Meng Fuyao and Ya Lanzhu, and saw the two of them turning their horses in front of the palace gate, so they hurried forward to stop them. In spite of himself, Meng Fuyao's insistence on leaving was also embarrassing for others, so he had no choice but to follow in.
She wobbled and sat on the horse, comforting Ya Lanzhu: "Zhuzhu, just pretend that someone accidentally dug a pot of shit at the banquet, and just ignore it."
Ya Lanzhu sighed, and replied: "I knew I would have to fill my belly first..."
Entering the Hall of Martial Virtue where the banquet was given, the royal family of Tiansha, military generals, the royal families of various countries and sect leaders who are still stranded in Pandu have already gathered together, and greeted her with a smile. Come in, raised his head and smiled, Meng Fuyao looked at her for a while, took a breath, and smiled too.
Since you don't know how to be ashamed, and since you can't be scolded to death, then use another method.
Officials from the Ministry of Rites asked her to enter the inner hall in a low voice, saying that His Majesty would invite General Meng to the inner hall for a while. Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes and realized that the topic was coming, so he hurried in with him. Sure enough, Zhan Nancheng was there, but the strange thing was that there was no Zhan Beiheng. , Meng Fuyao saluted, Zhan Nancheng said a few gossips, and then asked: "General Meng is an official Gao Juexian in Wuji, and his youthful ambition has moved the seven kingdoms, which is really admirable."
Holding the teacup, Meng Fuyao slowed down a bit, letting a barely visible bitter smile pass by the corner of his lips, before answering: "Your Majesty's award is just a mere military title, it's nothing."
Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "The empty job is noble and leisurely, and you can't have it even for idlers."
"That's, that's." Meng Fuyao held the teacup, perfunctory.
"But then again," Zhan Nancheng said with a smile, "When I was young, I was studying, and every time I read the biography of heroes and heroes, I would cover up the books. It’s a pity that I am an emperor, trapped in this lonely and deep palace all day long, it’s really boring.”
"Your Majesty is honorable. Your Majesty has countless warriors who will guide you. A general is not as good as a general. Who can compare with Your Majesty?" Meng Fuyao laughed and sighed.
"The general is proud of the spring breeze, but why is he sighing?"
"Your Majesty's words arouse the melancholy thoughts of the grassroots." Meng Fuyao sighed: "The grassroots are not good at poetry and books since they were young. They only love the art of war and martial arts. They also think that all men in the world should be like this. They learn literature and martial arts, sell them to the emperor's house, and make them with their heads. Drink the wine cup, drink all the blood of the enemy," Meng Fuyao knelt on his knees, raised his head, and sighed with gleaming eyes: "Fang has lived up to this life!"
"General Meng was joking," Zhan Nancheng smiled, "Now you are also among the third-rank generals in Wuji, who is disrespectful to everyone in the world after you have achieved success and fame?"
"The peasants would rather take off their seals and ribbons, take off their general robes, put on their combat boots, and go to the battlefield three thousand miles away from the fortress, and fight with people for their heads, with white knives in and red knives out, that's the joy!"
Meng Fuyao laughed out loud, halfway through the laugh he let out an "uh", and quickly sat up straight to plead guilty: "The grassroots are impolite."
"It's okay, I just like a refreshing man like you." Zhan Nancheng smiled and helped her up with his own hands: "True temperament, true blood!"
He walked around for a long time, and finally asked the main question: "Looking at General Meng's expression, his brows are constantly furrowed, and he is unhappy. Could it be... is there anything wrong?"
"What could be wrong? It's just aggrieved and uncomfortable!" Meng Fuyao slapped his thigh, leaned up and said, "To be honest with Your Majesty, Caomin still feels that day when he entered the army camp to kill The most joyful thing is that now I am drawing and making circles and pens every day, and having a drink and laughing with a group of officials in my free time, what do you mean!"
"Prince Wuji dotes on the general very much, his promotion is just around the corner, the general's future is limitless, how can he give up on himself like this?"
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and remained silent. Zhan Nancheng kept pressing her to ask, but she was very troubled, and stammered: "The crown prince loves... I don't even want to fight with swords... It's really hard to talk about it... I miss my handsome man. …”
She spoke hesitantly, and Zhan Nancheng's eyes sparkled when he heard it. After confirming the news in his heart, he stopped asking and smiled slowly.
He greeted Meng Fuyao more affectionately to sit closer, and asked: "General Meng is good at the art of war, may I ask you how to encircle with cavalry?"
"Your Majesty is polite, the grassroots only know a little bit." Meng Fuyao sat down and poked his fingers fluently on the sand table that had been prepared: "...cooperate in combat, the infantry should be close to hills, forests, dangerous obstacles, and overgrown vegetation If the terrain is unfavorable, trenches must be dug. The infantry and cavalry are divided into reserve teams and combat teams, and they attack in turn. Layers, arranged in echelons, this method will not hurt yourself, and the rear cavalry is also easy to recoil from the inside... "
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Half an hour later, Meng Fuyao staggered out of the inner hall accompanied by Emperor Tiansha himself, Zhan Nancheng was full of joy, took Meng Fuyao's hand, and almost sent her to the seat himself, but Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and endured it again. Only then did he resist the urge to pinch that hand and send him to grandma's house.
As soon as they came out, the banquet started, but it was just a list of delicacies, royal wealth and honor. Meng Fuyao buried her head in eating, and resolutely refused to look at the rotten lotus flower diagonally opposite. Unfortunately, she ignored her, and they refused to let her go. The banquet was halfway through , Folian tugged the sleeve of the Fourth Prince Lafeng, accompanied by him, raised the wine glass in person, and said with a smile: "This palace has always admired heroes the most, and the leader of the real martial arts, General Meng, must offer a toast."
Everyone turned their eyes around and said with a smile: "General Meng is so lucky, Princess Folian's wine is not something that idlers can drink."
That's right, whoever is idle can drink it, and whoever drinks it will ruin his stomach. Meng Fuyao straightened up, took the wine glass, and smiled more fake than her: "Yes, the holy name of Princess Folian is famous in the seven kingdoms. I am a rough person. People, how can you drink the wine of the princess?"
She held the glass, didn't drink, twirling the wine glass in her hand, facing the audience half sideways, and said with a smile: "Don't you all think that the princess is really good at martial arts, so I offer you love and respect for the next glass. Zhiyuan is considered a half-old friend, so speaking of it, I am truly blessed."
When she said this, everyone became interested and said: "I don't think General Meng and Princess Folian have met before? But when and where?"
"In Diecui Mountain in the Wuji Kingdom," Meng Fuyao laughed, "at that time the princess met a group of strong beams, and the guards were defeated. I just happened to pass by, and I helped a little." Meng Fuyao smiled modestly: "That side really ordered me deep impression."
"So it was a hero who saved the beauty." Someone laughed, "Don't be a fool, General Meng, everyone is waiting to hear."
"Actually, it's nothing. The princess's guards are naturally heroic, and the robbers are naturally vicious. All the beauties in danger are the same. Only the humanity displayed in them is amazing." Meng Fuyao Smile, "The princess's demeanor is really calm, and she is really devout to Buddha. At that time, blood spattered, the carriage overturned, and the guards fell one by one in front of the carriage. Save one, die one and save one..."
When everyone listened to this, they heard nothing at first, but after hearing it again, they had endless aftertaste. The people in the hall are all outstanding people, and they will not understand a few words, and gradually they can't laugh anymore. hand, shaking.
Meng Fuyao still didn't give up, and continued: "The guards died in time, and the princess's rescue was even more timely. I thought that those innocent souls who died loyally protecting the lord would probably be picked out by the princess's unparalleled speed before they could go to the underworld. It's heaven, hey, as the princess's guard, dying in front of the princess is really a blessing that can't be cultivated in several lifetimes, at least, the money for a funeral will be avoided."
The whole hall was silent, not even the sound of chopsticks being raised, only Meng Fuyao was talking boastfully, praising Feng Jingfan's holiness, nobility, loyalty and guarding the master's bodyguard before death without changing his composure.
"What's even more rare is that on that day, I finally saw the true equality of all living beings, Mahayana fraternity." Meng Fuyao said solemnly, "I saw with my own eyes that a certain guard tried his best to prevent robbers from entering and harassing the princess' jade body before guarding the carriage. He was stabbed to death by a robber, and when I saw it at the time, I was immediately agitated with no nobility and no calmness. I stepped forward and cut off the murderer's arm. This arm fell in front of the princess. The princess treated her equally and straightened her arm. Put it together with the corpse of the guard, and save it together... "
"Pfft..."
Ya Lanzhu spat out the food in her mouth, and seeing that everyone turned to look at her, she quickly waved her hands vigorously: "Go on, go on, wonderful, wonderful, I really worship, but I don't know the guard who deserves to die, and when that arm ascended to heaven at the same time , how would it feel?"
Folian held the wine glass and stood there quietly. She drooped her eyelashes and said nothing. Without looking carefully, she couldn't notice that her sleeves were trembling slightly. The Fourth Prince Feng looked at her in astonishment, and then at Meng Fuyao, Opened his mouth and said angrily: "Meng Fuyao, what are you talking about!"
"I'm talking about the holiness, piousness, calmness and dignity of a princess." Meng Fuyao looked at him innocently, "Princess Folian was born in Hanlian, and her reputation spread across the seven kingdoms. There must be some actual and personally experienced glorious deeds for people to pass on. Only then can we give us vulgar people a further respect and worship."
"you… "
"To pass on the good name of the princess, I will die forever." Meng Fuyao looked at the Fourth Prince Feng with a smile, "Your Highness, do you think what I said is not in line with your wishes?"
Without waiting for Feng Si to answer, she turned around, gave a long bow to Folian, and sighed extremely ashamedly: "After this incident, I suddenly realized that compared with the princess, I am really too restless and have too many things, Princess Meng Teaching, I finally understand the true meaning of holiness and compassion, you don’t need to distinguish good from bad, you don’t need to distinguish between loyal and evil, you don’t need to judge right from wrong—just save yourself.”
She smiled, walked up a few steps, and stood directly opposite Folian, with a straight posture and a loud voice.
"After I went back that day, I was very emotional. Ye Lai tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. So I got up in the middle of the night and wrote an elegiac couplet. I don't know if the princess is interested in listening to it? Speaking of which, it was also written for your guards."
Folian was silent, raised her eyes, and met Meng Fuyao's burning gaze. Her eyes were dark, with glimmers of glint floating and sinking. The glint was indistinct, but deep green like the sky before the rain, which was heavy and bright. With needle-like sharpness and flame-like beauty, it pressed into Meng Fuyao's eyes.
Meng Fuyao didn't evade, and looked at her with a smile. If Folian's eyes were like poisonous needles, her eyes were like mighty knives. The two eyes collided, and they both felt that the other's eyes sparkled, shining frighteningly .
She didn't answer, but Meng Fuyao didn't wait for her answer at all, raised his wine glass, and said in a clear voice:
"Let you go all out, I will save myself, regardless of my friends and foes, and wait for everyone to ascend to heaven."
"Hengpi, the lotus is holy"!
"Okay! Okay! The battle is neat and realistic, and every word of compassion is really wonderful!" Only Yalanzhu was applauding, and she smiled and her pigtails flew around, and the crisp applause echoed shockingly in the terrifyingly quiet hall, "General Meng is a genius , the princess is even more talented!"
Everyone lowered their eyes in unison, staring desperately at the banquet in front of them—God knows when these two people will have an enmity, Meng Fuyao actually humiliated Princess Folian in public at such a place where the nobles from the seven countries gathered, so they are not afraid of the future of Xuanji Kingdom. revenge
They looked at the back of Folian, but couldn't see her expression. How would this princess who is famous for her compassion and kindness deal with this sudden humiliation
Only Meng Fuyao saw her expression.
Folian was actually laughing.
She smiled calmly and innocently, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Meng Fuyao, I didn't come here to toast you to humiliate you."
"You came here to harm me." Meng Fuyao also replied with a low smile, "Of course you are not stupid enough to poison your wine, but there is something good from your ignorant brother..." She laughed more and more. Sen Ran said: "You are so polite, so good at persuading you to drink, so many people support you and help you, if I don't want to tear my skin off, I have to drink it, but after thinking about it, compared with your face, my life is more important Ten thousand times, then I will have to wrong you."
She took a step back, raised her wine glass, and raised her voice: "Princess Folian is the only one who excels in the virtue of saving the enemy's corpse. I dare not overstep the princess. I can only offer a glass of fine wine to those guards who died protecting the princess. us."
She solemnly poured the wine slowly on the ground.
The clear wine spread silently on the gold brick floor, and slowly flowed under Folian's skirt under everyone's breathless and silent eyes. She stood silently, as if she was so numb that she didn't know how to avoid it. The Fourth Prince of Feng looked at Meng Fuyao angrily and angrily. , looked at Folian again, and reached out to pull her: "Sister, let's go back to our seats."
But Fu Lian suddenly laughed. With a flick of her sleeves, she shook off her brother's hand, raised her head slightly, and slowly returned to her seat with one hand behind her back. "I really don't understand what General Meng is talking about. I'm a weak woman who doesn't know martial arts. In front of a strong enemy, what else can I do except frighten and fear and mutter sutras for the blessing of the Buddha? The guards desperately rescued me, I hate I can't replace it with my body, but in such a situation, I rush forward rashly, but it will distract them from me and increase their burden. As for the enemy's arm..." She raised her eyes, turned and glanced at Meng Fuyao lightly: "General Meng Do you think that a woman who doesn't know martial arts can tell friend from foe from the broken limbs flying all over the sky?"
She smiled lightly, gracefully and nonchalantly: "However, no matter what, it's rare for General Meng to be sympathetic to those dead guards in my palace. I thank you on their behalf."
Meng Fuyao sneered, and before she could speak, Folian said again: "I just don't understand, where does General Meng's anger come from? Speaking of which, I and General Meng will still be monarchs and ministers in the future, why should they be so merciless and aggressive, Is it true that, as the rumors say, General Meng...is jealous because of jealousy?"
Meng Fuyao was drinking water and choked it out, suddenly looked up at her, what? A palace of monarchs and ministers? She meant that she would be the Empress of Wuji, and sooner or later, General Wuji, herself, would be her subject? And what does the phrase "hate out of jealousy" mean? Have you seen her real gender, or is it just an allusion to the rumor that "General Meng and Prince Wuji have a private relationship with Long Yang?" Regardless of the former or the latter, she was talking about this at the gathering of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms above this golden palace, God, she was mad by herself
At this time, the crowd "buzzed", another unexpected shock, not only because of the sudden sharpness of Folian's words, but also because of the last sentence. Of course, they couldn't think of Meng Fuyao's gender, and they only thought that it was Prince Wuji. His fiancée actually exposed the prince's secrets in public? Prince Wuji has not married for many years, is it really because he likes masculinity
Meng Fuyao stood there in a daze, staring at the shameless woman opposite who spoke frankly and eloquently. She suddenly understood what Changsun Wuji meant by "very angry and unable to fight back". He will give up, and most likely will take advantage of his absence to find opportunities to create public opinion. When she brought up their marriage in front of Seven Kingdoms, with Meng Fuyao's current identity and position, knowing that she is lying, how can he refute it
Meng Fuyao's hand slowly reached into his bosom, touched the outline of the thing, then smiled and asked Folian: "Princess, are you talking about a palace of monarchs and ministers?"
Folian smiled gracefully: "This matter is known all over the world, so there is no need for me to refrain from mentioning it before others."
"I forgot." Meng Fuyao spread his hands, "I don't know when His Royal Highness will be seated?"
"The general seems to have overstepped." Folian lowered her eyelashes, half ashamed and happy, "The prince has already made a conclusion about this palace, but why does the general think that he is qualified to ask this question?"
Note: Meng Fuyao's couplets in the article were written casually. Experts don't care about me with me. I don't have the energy to think about it.