The call of "brother" floated in the evening wind, although the voice was low, it was so shocking to hear.
Yun Hen seemed to be knocked down by that call in an instant, and suddenly froze under Yan Jingchen's sword. He stood there, obviously in an unmoving posture, but for some reason, it seemed that he was standing on the line of faint In the twilight, inch by inch, it froze and turned into ice.
Yan Jingchen was panting slightly, looked at Yun Hen in surprise, looked carefully from his brows until he saw a little excitement.
Meng Fuyao, who was perched on the top of the wall in the distance, realized at this time that Yunhen and Yan Jingchen were difficult to connect when viewed separately, but standing face to face like this, they could feel the blood veins in their clothes. They are very similar, generally tall and thin, generally white and translucent, skin with light blue blood vessels can be seen, generally tall and straight, with a particularly straight nose, I didn't notice it before, it's just because these two people have too much aura. Very different.
However, Yun Hen seemed unwilling to accept Yan Jingchen's scrutinizing gaze. He suddenly turned his head, as if he didn't see the sword on his neck, and just brushed past the sharp sword that Yan Jingchen forgot to take back because of shock. Then there was a bloodstain on his neck, Yan Jingchen was taken aback and hurriedly withdrew his sword, Yun Hen had already ignored the blood-stained neck and walked away indifferently, grabbed Ya Lanzhu who was leaning on the wall and sang, and left .
Yan Jingchen put his sword back into its sheath, hurried to catch up, and grabbed Yun Hen's sleeve, "Yun Hen! Are you Aunt An's child?"
Yun Hen's shoulders trembled, and from Meng Fuyao's angle, he could see a trace of greenness flashing across his face, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Get out!"
When Yan Jingchen met his eyes, his hands trembled in shock. As soon as he gave way subconsciously, Yun Hen waved his hand away, and said coldly: "I warn you, you are not allowed to mention that name, you, and No one in your Yan family deserves to be mentioned!"
"Yunhen!" Yan Jingchen rushed forward, "I don't know much about what happened back then, I just vaguely heard about it... But... But... Is there a misunderstanding? You come back with me, and we will find out."
"Go back? Where are you going back?" Yun Hen turned his face halfway, Qingjun's side was as indifferent as an ice sculpture, and even his brows were as cold as frozen frost, "Master Yan, please make it clear that you are the Marquis of Shangyuan , I am a subject of Taiyuan, my father's name is Yunchi, your father's name is Yanchi, why should I go back with you?"
Yan Jingchen still didn't give up and was still waiting to be persuaded. Yun Hen's eyes turned cold, and he slapped the horizontal sword, which turned out to be aimed at the sapphire urn. This time, Yan Jingchen was startled and quickly floated out. He had already strode away, he took a few steps, half turned around, didn't look at Yan Jingchen, only looked at the dark corner of the wall, and said solemnly: "Master Yan, if you mention today's matter to anyone again, or think about it Don't blame my sword for being rude!"
His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness at the end of the alley, leaving only Yan Jingchen standing there in a daze, bidding farewell to this encounter with questioning and helpless eyes.
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Meng Fuyao was afraid that Yun Hen would be embarrassed, so she turned down the wall before he left the alley. She floated into the yard in silence all the way, back to the room, and onto her bed. Soul, pushed him out of the house, shouting: "Get out, get out, there can only be one man in my bed!"
The eldest grandson Wuji asked with a smile, "Oh?"
Lord Yuan Bao poked his head out with bright eyes, and pointed at his master, pointing to his nose—this man is Yushu Linfeng District, who is my next son.
Changsun Wuji was still smiling, and suddenly murmured: "Should we eunuch you?"
Master Yuan Bao immediately stretched out his paws, and humbly made a gesture of concession: This only man, naturally he can only be amazing, talented, and unparalleled in the world, master you.
Meng Fuyao immediately flicked his fingers and bounced Master Yuan Bao away, and cursed: "Damn, from now on you, a man, don't want to sleep in my bed again!"
"Fuyao, I didn't come here to sleep in your bed." Changsun Wuji was so calm, interrupting someone's wretched and narcissistic guess, and said: "I just came to borrow your remaining half a month to practice Qi It’s just for one use.” He found the soaked half of the baby on his own, opened the door and floated out, and before leaving, he looked back and smiled, and said: “I’m not interested in sharing the same bed with a mouse. , not to mention that there is another person who is a drunkard."
"Hmm... who is the alcoholic? There is obviously only one person and one mouse here?" Meng Fuyao said bitterly, and then saw Yun Hen dragging Ya Lanzhu hurriedly, and then remembered that Princess Ya was drunk, and the important task of taking care of this alcoholic was nothing but Who else
Sure enough, taking care of drunkards is really not a human job. Meng Fuyao worked all night and listened to "Brother, go forward boldly..." At dawn, Ya Lanzhu suddenly turned over and hugged her, slurring her speech Muttered: "We will never be Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan."
She spoke nonchalantly, but Meng Fuyao understood immediately, she stretched out her hand that was about to pat her to sleep, stopped, and when she lowered it, she gestured softly, she gently brushed away Ya Lanzhu's sweat-drenched temple hair, and bowed her head. He said in a low voice, "Okay, never be Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan."
Afterwards, she fell asleep clutching a towel, and when she woke up, it was bright daylight, Ya Lanzhu was on her belly, Master Yuan Bao was on Ya Lanzhu's belly, and there was a long sound of announcing outside the main door—Zhan Nancheng Invite her to go hunting in the royal garden.
Ever since Zhenwu won the first prize, Meng Fuyao has moved to Zhan Beiye's secret stronghold. She doesn't want to be exposed to the Tiansha royal family. Anyway, she has money—Yao Xun has made a lot of money in Wuji's business, especially the halfway Mr. Li of the Jiangbei governor's family who was tied to his boat by Meng Fuyao was actually a natural for doing business. The two worked hand in hand and made a lot of money from women. All silk jewelry, clothing, shoes, hats, rouge, gouache, etc. were all covered. These days Yao Xun also came over to send money, and by the way, planned to promote Meng Fuyao's elegant entertainment in Tiansha, so Meng Fuyao's pockets were bulging, and even Master Yuanbao's toilet was replaced with gold ones.
Meng Fuyao's new house is very ostentatious. She abruptly bought three large yards, and combined them into seven or eight yards. One entrance is better than the other. Ordinary people can only enter her second one. In fact, she only entered it for Enclose the nearby ground into his sphere of influence, go down the secret passage into a room on the sixth side of her yard, and not far away is the secret stronghold of Zhan Beiye.
Zhan Nancheng's invitation was just another round of probing by both sides. Meng Fuyao changed her clothes and was about to go there, but was stopped by Zong Yue in the garden. The man with a poisonous tongue looked her up and down at her clothes, and said, "Want to go again?" To lie to someone?"
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, when will this kid be able to say something nice? It's such a good temperament.
"Since I want to deceive you, why don't you deceive me more thoroughly." Zong Yue handed over a small wax pill, "Take a chance to break it open and sprinkle it on Zhan Nancheng's sleeve."
"Oh." Meng Fuyao picked it up without asking what it was for, and suddenly said thoughtfully: "Actually, I really want to forget about killing Zhan Nancheng sometime, so that I don't have to suffer from vomiting to deal with him. Unfortunately, since Zhan Nancheng He was held hostage last time, and now he is more careful, and no one can get close to him."
"It's useless for you to kill him now. Zhan Nancheng has a prince, and there are three central ministers who have the power to mobilize the imperial camp outside. If he dies, there will be turmoil, but it may not be able to shake the overall situation." Zong Yue denied it and rushed She said, "What are you talking about, you are blocking the sunlight in my medicine garden!"
Angry, Meng Fuyao trampled a plant of evening primrose to pieces, and ran out before Zong Yue, who loves flowers like his life, killed someone. In his busy schedule, he even hinted at Mr. Yuan Bao who was squatting on the window sill to watch the show. After leaving, Master Yuan Bao will take her place to "take care" of those precious herbs, urinating, fertilizing and so on.
The chariots and horses sent by Zhan Nancheng to welcome her waited at the gate, all the way to the Nanyue Mountain Royal Garden of Tiansha Palace, the royal guards of honor lined up all the way, and many tents were set up on the hillside, guarding the golden-roofed tent in the middle, and many people gathered Hou Chuan outside the tent, Meng Fuyao sized him up carefully, and smiled—they were all acquaintances.
Then who, isn't it Lord So-and-so who threw a sword to her in the hall a few days ago and told her to commit suicide? Then who, when a certain princess "killed herself", yelled "Princess must not commit suicide", a certain general who rescued a certain princess very understandingly.
Meng Fuyao walked past with a smile on her face, and the princes and nobles who were talking together immediately kept silent when they saw her, stroking their beards and looking at the sky, chatting about the topic—"Ah, Zhang Xiaohou, the weather is really good today, It's really good haha..." "Hehe General Wang, your robe is very energetic today hahaha..."
"Ah, Young Master Zhang, the weather is really good today, the clouds are covered with dragonflies flying around—ah, a dragonfly landed on your crown, I'll dust you—ah, you're welcome, it'll be fine soon—pa!"
Meng Fuyao slapped off Young Master Zhang's hair crown with a slap, and crushed the hair crown with his foot. He smiled at the disheveled Master Zhang and said, "Finally dusted off that damned dragonfly..." Young Master Zhang raised his eyebrows. Just about to get angry, Meng Fuyao screamed again: "Oh, this sword is so beautiful, Young Master. If you threw this sword to me that day, I'm not sure that if I like it, I would kill myself with this sword. I will die with this peerless sword. Being a ghost is also romantic... Let me see if it works?... Oh, don't be so stingy, just take a look and take a look-cha!"
The "Peerless Famous Sword" was broken in two, and Meng Fuyao held the sword innocently: "So it's a fake!"
She humbly put the sword back into the hands of Zhang Xiaohou, who was frozen, and smiled: "I have to wrong him, and use it as a pair of mandarin duck swords."
Patting the shoulder of Zhang Xiaohou who was about to make a move but was shaken by her easily folded sword, Meng Fuyao laughed, and when he turned around, the princes who had just formed a circle had already dispersed.
Shrugging his shoulders, Meng Fuyao strode towards the main tent. Zhan Nancheng was watching from the front of the tent. He had a panoramic view of the scene just now, but he didn't express anything. He just smiled kindly: "General Meng really likes to joke, but it's just that he is so indulgent. It's easy to offend people."
"Caomin is a rough person." Meng Fuyao spread his hands and grinned. "It's the same everywhere. I can't understand those virtuous and modest mannerisms. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. If you offend me, I will beat you up!"
Zhan Nancheng laughed, seeing that he was in a happy mood, he took Meng Fuyao's arm himself, and said, "General Meng has a lot of strength, it's better to beat those beasts!" The two got on their horses, Zhan Nancheng shook the reins, Said: "General Meng, there are ferocious beasts in the west of the imperial garden. With your martial arts, it must be more enjoyable to hunt and kill those beasts. Go!"
"Caomin is still with His Majesty." Meng Fuyao laughed, "Caomin was born as a hunter in Taiyuan, hunting this matter, I'd better let the princes and generals have fun!"
At this time, the princes, generals and ministers who participated in the hunting in the imperial garden all let go of the horses and scattered the eagles. All the way, the smoke and dust billowed and rushed in all directions, and the whistle and cheers continued to sound. Meng Fuyao followed Zhan Nancheng's guard obediently, hunting in the south of the imperial garden. Some small beasts hung those rabbits and roe on their horses. When it was getting dark, Zhan Nancheng turned his head and said with a smile: "Go back, I'm tired too."
Meng Fuyao nodded, and was about to steer the horse, when suddenly he stopped, and then whipped the horse and galloped back to Zhan Nancheng's side, saying: "There seems to be something wrong with the smell in the wind, Your Majesty, hurry up, the rear of Cao Min Palace!"
"What's the danger here?" Zhan Nancheng laughed, "General Meng is too careful—"
His voice froze suddenly.
Behind him, there was a sudden gust of wind with a fishy smell, the trees shook the mountains and the forest fell down, and all kinds of small animals in the forest were running away in panic, and strips of white, red, brown and yellow lights were drawn among the green shades. Everyone's mounts They all started to tremble, their legs were limp, and they fell to the ground, even though the master could not even drink and pull, then the leaves rustled violently, a yellow light flashed faintly, and a deep and ferocious growl sounded from behind Zhan Nancheng .
"Ow—"
The fishy smell became stronger, the leaves fell down, and the colorful tiger jumped out. With a shake of its huge head, a pair of fierce eyes were fixed on Zhan Nancheng who was close at hand.
Zhan Nancheng's mount hissed long, his legs softened and he knelt down, and immediately threw Zhan Nancheng, who was still startled at how a beast could appear here, off his horse, and slid straight to the tiger's mouth!
The bloody mouth was right in front of him, and the stinky saliva was almost dripping on Zhan Nancheng's face. Zhan Nancheng pulled out the knife in panic, but he couldn't pull out the knife under his body. The cold light flickered like countless small daggers, Zhan Nancheng's eyes went dark, and he let out a cry of despair.
"Escort!"
With a clear and sharp shout, it was thrown out like a knife, and the dark figure flew across the sky, and landed in front of Zhan Nancheng in an instant. Between the brows!
The blood burst, and Meng Fu, who was splashed with tiger blood, shook his head and shouted, "Idiot! Escort!"
Only then did the stunned guards rush forward to protect Zhan Nancheng. Zhan Nancheng was still in shock, and with a pale face, he saw Meng Fuyao slashing into the tiger's eyebrows, and then bent his elbow to make a terrifying sound. There was a sound of bone cracking, the tip of the knife forcibly pierced through the tiger's nasal bone, pierced through the bridge of the nose, and pierced through the right eye!
The fierce tiger raised its head and roared, shaking the ground in the forest. It shook its head desperately, throwing out sticky and thick blood, dripping and splashing all over the ground. Zhan Nancheng stared at that With a black knife sticking out, the bloody and terrifying tiger head backed away under the protection of the guards, and forced a smile with lingering fear: "Thanks to General Meng..."
He was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly heard another loud roar from behind him, the trees parted, and another colorful yellow shadow rushed out with a strong wind!
There is actually one more!
Without any warning, the tiger pounced on itself, jumped several feet, and instantly jumped over the wall of guards. With a slap like a cattail fan, it slapped away the two guards guarding Zhan Nancheng, and rushed straight to Zhan Nancheng. become!
Zhan Nancheng only felt his eyes go dark, and the tiger's body with a strong smell of heat had already been pressed down!
He pulled out the knife this time, and the flash of the knife was also a good technique. He slashed at the tiger's waist, only for the tiger to twist its body and cut its tail to sweep him away, and then the tiger pounced. , high and low.
Zhan Nancheng fell to the ground, feeling in his heart that today is the end of the day, the years are so unfavorable, there has never been a beast in Nanyuan, he didn't expect it to appear today, and when it appeared, it would be attacked by two front and back!
As for General Meng, the only one who could save himself, the weapon was still in the eye bone of the tiger, but how could he make it in time!
"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, I will save you!"
The sound was heard, the black shadow flickered, and one person passed by Zhan Nancheng like a wind, without saying a word, he punched out!
"boom!"
The sound of flesh and flesh colliding violently was dull and frightening. Just the sound of the collision could tell the ferocity and murderous intent of each other. After the sound of the collision, there was another roar of a tiger, but this sound was deep and depressing, like Swallowing blood and flesh, he felt stuffy in his throat.
Zhan Nancheng, who survived the catastrophe, and the guards all looked up, and they all said "ah".
Meng Fuyao actually punched straight into the gaping tiger's mouth, and passed through the sharp teeth with his bare hands, not only withstood the tiger's palate that was about to bite Zhan Nancheng, but even directly cracked the hanging eye. The tiger's throat, the heart of the fist pierces out from the back of the tiger's neck!
Just one punch, and the tiger dies!
This kind of tiger-killing method, this kind of fierce fist, has never been heard or seen before!
And Meng Fuyao's bravery in rushing into the tiger's mouth with bare hands made Zhan Nancheng even more grateful and shocked.
Meng Fuyao put away her fists and passed her arm through the tiger's mouth. Her sleeves had already been torn, and because she punched too fast earlier, her arms were deeply scratched by sharp teeth. She calmed down as if nothing had happened. Sleeve, wiped the blood on the arm on the tiger, then turned back to retrieve his knife from another tiger carcass, turned around and bowed to Zhan Nancheng, who had a pale face: "Your Majesty is frightened."
"Meng, General Meng... Thank you very much..." Zhan Nancheng glanced over the two terribly dead tiger carcasses, and then looked at Meng Fuyao's blood-stained arm, his tone extremely grateful.
"Your Majesty's words are serious, and it's a matter of grassroots." Meng Fuyao smiled, very happy that today Tianshazhijin is only serving as the guard of the periphery and the big tent, and Zhan Nancheng is accompanied by a large number of Yulin who are not low in martial arts but have mediocre combat experience. Guard, hey, it really gave her a chance to express herself, look at how flirty she was just now.
After successfully gaining Zhan Nancheng's thankful gaze, Meng Fuyao used the excuse of "excessive force from the unhealed injury" to shake her heroic arm full of tooth marks, and looked at her with envy and jealousy. On his way back home, Zhong Da waved his arms as soon as he entered the door and shouted: "Veterinarian, veterinarian, thank you very much—"
There was a flash of white light in front of her eyes, a certain ball flew past her, and the veterinarian appeared in fluttering white clothes, his expression was calm but his eyes were murderous, his eyes were not like a bright and clean doctor but like a killer sneaking in the dark, Meng Fuyao " With a sound, he immediately remembered the good deeds he had done before he left, and hurriedly picked up Master Yuan Bao who was hunted down and fled. While running away, he asked Master Yuan Bao: "What good deed did you do that the veterinarian wants to kill you?"
Lord Yuan Bao gesticulated and answered, "Squeak!"
Meng Fuyao was silent, and began to consider whether to learn Yuanbaoyu from her master, but suddenly a pair of hands stretched out, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room, saying: "Meng Fuyao, when can you go out completely, and then you can go out completely." Come back completely?"
Meng Fuyao looked down at himself in astonishment, then raised his head in astonishment, and said, "What's missing? What's missing?"
Unable to bear a smile from her anger, Changsun Wuji sighed, pushed her to sit on the stool, went to get the medicine box in the drawer of the cabinet, lowered his head and rummaged through it for suitable golden sore medicine, from Meng Fuyao's point of view In the past, one could see his long eyelashes drooping down, casting a softly curved shadow under his eyes. His eyes were soft and calm, with a touch of pity. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like the eldest grandson prince who was famous in the political arena, but rather A certain honest and quiet boy next door.
Such a young man next door - he has a heart for someone's shadow, so he has a spring like a song in his arms. When he is out in the spring, he encounters the peach blossoms like blood, and smiles slightly as if touched by the silk in the grass.
Meng Fuyao's heart moved, for Changsun Wuji in this moment of light and shadow, but she immediately felt a pain in her heart, and at the same time her arms felt cold, she took a breath, Changsun Wuji immediately raised his eyes to look at her: "Pain?"
It hurts, but what hurts is not the place where your finger is pressed, but the ultimate root of the blood connection, which is my heart.
Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, but his face was smiling, grinning grinningly: "Damn it, are you helping me heal my injury or taking the opportunity to vent my hatred? Look at this serious gesture!"
"This skin brightening ointment for external application can penetrate into the skin better after massaging, and it will not leave scars in the future." Changsun Wuji ignored her, took her arm and rubbed it gently, Meng Fuyao felt that his fingertips were like a small stove, Wherever she kneaded, a fire started, which made her feel uncomfortable all over, and she couldn't help but wanted to break free, "Okay, okay, don't knead, your general and I have nothing else, just a lot of scars, I can't say no in the future." There must be more, you can't cure it."
"Really?" Changsun Wuji raised his eyes and smiled suddenly, Meng Fuyao stared at his smile, feeling something was wrong, jumped up suddenly, but it was a step too late, her arm was still in his hand, Changsun Wuji flipped the hand holding it , slid straight to her veins, and as soon as her fingers were pinched, her whole body became sore and limp. Immediately, the world collapsed before her eyes, and Changsun Wuji had already rolled her onto the bed.
Meng Fuyao was shocked and screamed straight out of his throat: "Yuan Bao, Yuan Bao, come quickly, if you don't come to defend your master, you will have no hope of taking his virginity in this life—"
Master Yuan Bao rushed over, Changsun Wuji turned his head and smiled at it, and immediately laughed it to the corner of the wall to draw circles.
"Yuan Bao, the longer you stay by someone's side, the more wise you become, and your brain dims."
Master Yuan Bao lowered his head in shame... It takes thousands of years to cultivate, but the fall is only a moment of thought.
With a single word of success, his beloved pet was destroyed. Changsun Wuji leaned over to look at Meng Fuyao, who was always ready to bite him when he approached, with wide eyes and white teeth. Qianjun."
Meng Fuyao let out an "ah".
"I heard that your Excellency broke into the dense forest of Changhan, robbed the ancient tomb of Da Gun, made troubles in the palace of Tiansha, fought with clouds and souls, fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly, lost a front tooth, covered his body with scars, heroic and heroic, It is fascinating, and since I heard about it, I have really admired it, thought about it, sought after it, and couldn't find it, and my dream is restless."
Meng Fuyao opened his mouth wide, almost drooling, what are he talking about? He he he he seems to be angry? Why is he so angry? He he he he hadn't been angry a long time ago, why is he suddenly angry now
The eldest grandson Wuji continued to smile at her, making that noble, elegant and amiable: "Today is a rare opportunity, the general is willing to show me all the scars that record the general's heroic achievements, I am very grateful..."
What does he mean? Meng Fuyao thought for three times before realizing it, "Ah! You want to take off my clothes!"
"Wrong." Changsun Wuji continued to smile elegantly and corrected her, "I want to observe the general's scars with my own eyes."
"What's the difference..." Meng Fuyao burst into tears, "Changsun Wuji, you rascal, if you dare to touch my clothes, I'll castrate you—"
"Chi la—"
The ferocious General Meng who was about to eunuch was stunned.
With a cool back, she felt the wind from the open window passing over her skin, and the direct touch made her sure—the clothes were really ripped off!
Meng Fuyao was about to howl loudly when someone pointed to her dumb acupoint swiftly.
Meng Fuyao bit the pillow, thinking of it as the grown-up grandson Wuji—did you take the wrong medicine today or miss spring, so you took my clothes off in broad daylight... I'm so beautiful, I haven't been seen by anyone for eighteen years beautiful back...
A slightly cool finger came up and pressed it on her back. The fingertips seemed to be stained with some ointment, which was cool and smooth, and it was applied on the deep and shallow scars, bit by bit carefully. The wandering fingertips are light and gentle, like the wind on the water, arousing ripples on the skin, spreading round and round, straight to the bottom of my heart.
Meng Fuyao froze slightly, bit her lip lightly, curled up her fingers quietly, and tightened the quilt under her body.
Sunlight pours in from the window sash, and floating dust flutters in the light spots. There is a kind of softness and transparency in the mist. Under the light spots, the man in the long coat is gently touching the scarred body of the woman under him with his fingers. Skin—the skin is crystal clear, the back lines are beautiful and smooth, and the streamlines are as exquisite as a jade bottle, but there are some scars that look like cracks on it. Those reddish scars gradually reflect the man's deep and far-sighted eyes, slightly glowing. There was some blood on it, like the fine pain in the heart, written on the fundus of the eyes.
There was an unbearable silence in the air, pressed down so heavily, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt guilty and panicked, and let go of the quilt he was gnawing on in a daze.
Hearing that the person above his head moved his fingers slowly over those scars, he said calmly after a long time: "Fuyao, if you want to live happily, I won't stop you; if you want to desperately desperately, even though I don't want to, I won't stop you; But I really don't like that you have to be very temperamental in everything. I don't like that you know how to cherish others but don't know how to cherish yourself. I don't like that you have to deal with some things in the most intense and decisive way. Collision, for example, if you go hunting today, why do you want to be kind to Zhan Nancheng, why do you hurt yourself? Just to make him more shocked and impressed? Tell me, you deserve it?"
Meng Fuyao burst into tears—damn, I didn’t have a weapon at the time...Damn, I didn’t think about it that much...
But... She blinked guiltyly, as if she didn't need to be injured... Damn, isn't Changsun Wuji so tired to live, even worrying about her punching hard.
"Fuyao, you can fight bravely and desperately, but you shouldn't be so brave and ruthless. I just forget that you will take good care of yourself in the future, and don't tell me anything like a head lost, a bowl and a big scar," Changsun Wuji finished painting the old and new Scar, put the bottle away, and said slowly: "Have you thought about how I feel when I hear these words and see these scars?"
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes, her eyes flickered in all directions, and she didn't want to meet Changsun Wuji's eyes... Well, I was wrong, I don't mind if you look at me, brother, can you put the clothes on for me
As a result, the man got up gracefully, put the medicine bottle away, straightened his sleeves, and said calmly: "I know you are an elm-headed person, and you have never listened to other people's words. In order to impress you even more...you can wear the clothes yourself. .”
He floated away Shi Shiran, leaving Meng Fuyao with his nose twisted in anger - how can I get dressed because you touched my acupoints!
Changsun Wuji walked to the door and stopped suddenly. Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, thinking that he remembered to relieve her acupuncture points, but he held the door frame and said as if he had just remembered: "By the way, if you try your best in the future, you will Do it like this." After speaking, he flicked his fingertips and walked away without hesitation.
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky with a gloomy face—he only relieved her dumb acupoint, and deliberately forced her to seek help from Yalanzhu. With Yalanzhu's temperament, he must laugh at her for more than half a month. She didn't want to be impressed. None.
Isn't it just that he said the wrong thing in a hurry... grief and indignation!
What is a real ruthless person, this is it!
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When Ya Lanzhu was called over by Meng Fuyao desperately to relieve her acupuncture points, she covered her stomach and laughed for a long time, then patted her on the shoulder and said, "I have to say, although you are a bastard, you are lucky. But it's nice."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes at her, watched Ya Lanzhu leave enviously, and sat in the darkness with her knees hugged, for a long time, sighed leisurely.
When it was getting dark, she got up, remembering that Yun Hen was drunk yesterday, this man was actually a person who couldn't drink, and he had a fever after he came back, and he hasn't got up until now, so he cooked lotus seed eight treasure soup, originally only made one Bowl, thinking of the veterinarian’s hard work, and adding more ingredients, and thinking that sex should not be valued over friends, Ya Lanzhu helped her relieve the acupuncture point anyway, plus, thinking that Lord Yuanbao loves sweets, plus, in the end, he refused to admit it again Stuffed—as to whom? have no idea!
She was carrying a big pot of soup, and each room delivered it in person. Yun Hen was still asleep, his face was ugly, and he seemed to be vaguely having a nightmare, panting lowly, struggling slightly constantly, and big drops were oozing from his forehead. Sweat was dripping, Meng Fuyao put down the bowl, took a sweat towel to help him wipe off the sweat, but he suddenly grabbed her hand.
Meng Fuyao was taken aback, and subconsciously pulled his hand out, but Yun Hen held it extremely tightly, like a drowning person holding on to driftwood and refused to let go, even using his internal strength, Meng Fuyao was afraid that he would fall into a nightmare. His anger was unstable, and he would be injured if he wrestled with him rashly, so he had no choice but to stay still.
The posture at this time was a bit awkward, Yunhen was lying down, and he vigorously pulled Meng Fuyao towards him, Meng Fuyao resisted desperately, and his body was half leaned awkwardly, from a certain angle, it looked like Meng Fuyao was leaning over It's normal in front of Yunhen.
The room was not lit, and the moonlight made the room half-bright and half-dark. They hid in the dark, and heard each other's breath in the silence. Meng Fuyao felt that something was wrong. He wanted to light the lamp with his empty hand, but after fumbling for a long time, he found the candle. It fell to the ground and had no choice but to sigh.
In the darkness, that person suddenly brought her hand close to her cheek, rubbing it lightly, Meng Fuyao's body froze, and hurriedly stretched out her hand regardless, but Yun Hen said in a low voice: "...Mother..."
Meng Fuyao was stunned, and heard the man sigh slightly, and the hot air from her breath sprayed on her hands, which were wet, and after the hot air passed, only cool water vapor was left, like some kind that had been buried in the dark place of her heart for a long time. Yes, an abyss-like gloomy mood.
"... Mom, did you crawl out? Did you crawl out?"
What's the meaning
"You pushed me out... why can't you climb out by yourself..."
"Those dirt...so fishy..."
soil
Meng Fuyao froze in the darkness, looking at the pale, slightly convulsed cloud traces, this cold and silent young man had always kept all his thoughts in his heart, until yesterday, when he met Yan Jingchen in the alley after drinking, those who were buried deep in the The painful memories in the depths of the memory seem to be called out from the abyss of nightmare by Yan Jingchen's "brother", slowly wriggling, crawling back into the bloody painful past.
Mother and child buried alive... Mother pushes out son... Is that so? is that so
Meng Fuyao's fingers trembled. Yun Hen's background, she had guessed how the dignified Yan family would let their own son live outside and become the adopted son of an old enemy. There must be a past that cannot be recalled, but she never imagined that it would be so miserable .
Her trembling fingers were captured by the cloud traces, and he seemed to feel the slight trembling of her mood. He hugged her hand even tighter, clasped her fingers deeply, and murmured: "I pull her!" You come up... I will pull you up..." Suddenly, he pulled hard.
Meng Fuyao was in shock thinking about Yun Hen's life experience, when she was pulled unexpectedly, she leaned forward and fell on Yun Hen's chest, Yun Hen immediately hugged her vigorously.
Meng Fuyao immediately struggled to get up, suddenly felt a slight noise behind her, she turned her head on Yun Hen, and found it vulgarly.
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Changsun Wuji was standing at the door, looking deeply at her.