Meng Fuyao fell down.
Ya Lanzhu's kick was sudden and hard, and she, who had been drunk and unresponsive for days, actually fell down in such an ugly posture.
Fortunately, no matter how confused she was, she still remembered that the eldest grandson Wuji was recuperating underneath, so don't hit him.
Turning over in mid-air, she has to go back again with a touch of Chen Chen's toes, she should sleep on the roof, she hasn't figured out how to face her eldest grandson Wuji yet.
Cheng Chen suddenly stopped.
Meng Fuyao stepped on the ground, was startled, turned around again, and changed hands to support the pillar of the house, suddenly there was a ball of white balls on the pillar.
The ball's black eyeballs stared straight up to her nose, and her eyes widened bitterly, and Huo Di "jumped around, turned around and turned 360 degrees", I kicked! I kick, kick, kick, kick!
"Snapped!"
The paws covered with sugar juice directly kicked Meng Fuyao's face, and kicked the unprepared tortoise down viciously.
"boom-"
Meng Fuyao fell into the quilt, flicking like a dead fish.
Feeling the warmth and softness under his body, he quickly touched it, fearing that it would hit his eldest grandson Wuji, suddenly someone laughed lowly and said, "What are you touching?"
The voice was low and soft, like a ball of soft silk, winding and winding in the dark night, making people's hands and feet weak.
Meng Fuyao froze, withdrew her paws, and sneered: "I lost some money, come down to look for it, and it's not with you? I'm sorry, I'm really bothering you."
She didn't look at Changsun Wuji all the time, she got up and was about to leave when someone pulled her body suddenly, and then her body became heavy, and a faint strange fragrance mixed with the fragrance of medicine covered it.
Meng Fuyao stared, and subconsciously pushed, but couldn't move, only to realize belatedly that it was pressed...
Pressed!
The worst disharmony of this century has occurred!
She, Meng Fuyao, was crushed!
With a groan, Meng Fuyao was about to vigorously push away a certain wolf-like person, but the person on him said weakly: "Push it, at worst I'll hurt you again."
Meng Fuyao looks up at the sky—Changsun Wuji is a conscience squeezer.
Well, I won't push you, so that I don't care about touching your wound, Meng Fuyao grinned, and even hummed while being pressed: "Okay, valuables, handle them with care."
She tried to take Changsun Wuji lightly, but that guy put his head on her neck, refused to come down, and said in a low voice: "Can't you lend me a place to rest?"
The bed is so big, why do you have to borrow my neck to put your head? Lend my chest to put your shoulders? I am a young girl who is still developing, and my tits are in pain when I am pressed!
Meng Fuyao's little flames flickered, and he thought that no matter how serious the wound was, it was only a flesh wound, why did he become so weak? Bitter meat trick Bitter meat trick Bitter meat trick-resolutely don't be fooled!
Just when she was determined not to be fooled and wanted to strip off the person on her body, Changsun Wuji said softly: "My master's martial arts cultivates the muscles and blood of the whole body, every part is a weapon, and every part is full of true energy. , but before reaching the peak, every place is empty, so it is not easy to be injured, once injured, the external injury is equal to the internal injury... "
He was tired of talking on the side of Meng Fuyao's neck, and when he exhaled, the breath brushed behind Meng Fuyao's ears, making his hair itchy, and Meng Fuyao dodged slightly, but his body didn't know it was because the soft silk was blowing into his heart. Wen Cun or Changsun Wuji's explanation softened a little bit.
She was soft, didn't know that she was soft like spring water, like flowing waves and rippling, rubbing in Changsun Wuji's arms like a cloud, their breaths were intertwined, and they both breathed heavily in the darkness.
After a long while, Meng Fuyao said helplessly in a low voice: "You are only allowed to sleep in your arms... nothing else is allowed."
There was a faint chuckle, the man's eyes were charming in the darkness, he moved slightly, and then Meng Fuyao felt his cheeks wet, and his soft lips touched his skin, moist and lingering, steaming with the strangeness that belonged to him alone Breath, with a bit of cool medicinal fragrance, noble and cold fragrance, like the continuous rain of falling flowers flying over the palace courtyard in autumn, soft and wet, along the way she was captured by Mr. Yuanbao The sticky face slowly moved down all the way, delicate and gentle, moistening thousands of miles like a spring breeze.
Meng Fuyao heard a loud noise in his head, and his face burned instantly—he was actually slowly licking the sugar juice on his face!
The gentle and fragrant breath invades little by little, leaving its own marks on the smooth and moist skin. It is slightly sweet between turns, moving down all the way, and when it reaches the corner of the lips, it is full of wine aroma, intoxicating and refreshing. , aftertaste for a long time, just like her taste...
Changsun Wuji stopped in the scent of wine, lingering on it for a long time, before he sighed and said: "No wonder the ancients said that they would rather be drunk to death..."
Meng Fuyao blushed and went to push him, Changsun Wuji smiled lowly and moved away, but refused to let go, embraced her and fell asleep, saying: "Fuyao, until you accept me completely, I won't touch you. "
"Can you move?" Meng Fuyao became angry from embarrassment, "Do you know Guo Pingrong? That is a role model!"
Changsun Wuji smiled, turned his head and bit the corner of her lips, and in Meng Fuyao's exclamation of "Ah", smiled: "Are you willing?"
Meng Fuyao snorted, turned her head away, she gradually fell silent, and said quietly for a while: "I'm sorry..."
Changsun Wuji looked at her with his elbows leaning sideways: "Huh?"
Meng Fuyao glared at this shameless person and stopped talking.
Changsun Wuji laughed, reached out to straighten her messy hair, and said, "You are finally willing to say this."
"But I still feel that what I said that day was not entirely wrong..." Meng Fuyao resented.
The two were relatively silent in the dark, each thinking about their own concerns, their moods had nothing to do with Fengyue at the moment, but they were thinking about something longer-term than the momentary Fengyue.
After a long time, Changsun Wuji suddenly asked: "Who are you thinking about?"
Meng Fuyao was silent for a long time, and finally answered: "Mom."
"where is she?"
This time Meng Fuyao was silent for a longer time before he said, "It's far away."
Changsun Wuji looked at the sadness in her eyes, which poured out like water, and there was a little pain in her eyes, and said slowly for a long time: "Fuyao, can't I help you?"
Meng Fuyao replied with silence.
help? how to help That's cruel.
If she wants to go against the sky, does she want him to lose the happiness of this life
No matter what, I always hope that you will be well...to be the honorable emperor of the Wuzhou Continent, to dominate the world in the most suitable position for you, to be a very good, very good... emperor.
Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes, tried hard to imagine the eldest grandson Wuji in the dragon robe and crown, and also thought about what kind of empress he should have beside him, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that the woman's face was blurred, and no one could get in.
She smiled slowly and self-consciously.
"Go to sleep, you haven't rested for a few days." Changsun Wuji patted her with a gentle voice, "Don't suffer yourself, your own suffering is equal to my suffering, we add up to double the suffering, do the math, is it worth it? "
Meng Fuyao couldn't help smiling, Changsun Wuji leaned over, kissed her forehead, and said: "You little fool, it's useless to persuade you, let's... just wait and see."
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Meng Fuyao returned to her human form.
She smashed the wine jar, put on a new robe, and went to work in high spirits.
Yalanzhu and Master Yuanbao, who were squatting aside, looked at her back and exchanged glances, and they both read this sentence in each other's eyes:
"I owe a kick!"
Meng Fuyao was riding a horse and walking on the street. At this moment, Pandu was still calm and solemn, but under that calmness, it was unavoidable to feel the undercurrent of commotion, especially in the gathering place of the nobles in the east of the city, the uneasy atmosphere was more obvious. Some people are trying to escape, and some people are quietly hoarding rice and grain. This largest country in the world, which has been peaceful for many years, finally started to panic because of the imminent arrival of a person.
Meng Fuyao raised her head and looked at the long-standing haze in the sky. For some reason, she felt a little uneasy in her heart, as if in a far away place, some things that she could not control and predict were happening slowly. Change, that change is invisible and intangible, but like a cluster of dark clouds before the rainstorm, it moves towards me very slowly, but never changes direction.
However, no matter what she thought, she couldn't think of anything wrong, so after a long while in a daze, she swung her whip and continued to move forward.
Pandu has entered the war preparation period, and all the guards of the royal camp's imperial forest army are assembled on standby. The Canglong army fighting in Beiye has crossed the Yishui River, and marched forward brazenly on the scattered armor of the defeated imperial army. The wolves in the desert usually beat the Tiansha army that has not fought for many years, but they have strict military discipline. They do not scare the people and do not kill prisoners. , will approach the city of Pandu.
The court of Tiansha launched a multi-day court discussion on this, arguing whether to pull the capital army out to block Danshui City 60 miles away from Pandu, divide the troops of the three routes to restrain the Beiye vanguard, and prevent the enemy from approaching Pandu, or to concentrate The army started a battle to defend the city in Pandu on the spot. The two factions were fighting so hard that they blushed and shook their fists and sleeves. They were arguing again today. Zhan Nancheng was sitting on the throne, looking tiredly at the bottom of the argument. His complexion recently It was extremely bad, everyone thought it was Heng Wang's rebellion that hurt his spirit, only Meng Fuyao watched with a sneer in his heart, constantly guessing what the root of his illness was.
The debates in the court are all first-rank officials who have the power to decide the country's major affairs. Meng Fuyao is not qualified to speak from the third rank. She stood in the class idly picking her nails, and suddenly heard Zhan Nancheng call her:
"What's Commander Meng's opinion on this?"
Everyone stopped talking and looked over in unison, half curious and half contemptuous in their eyes.
This silly boy, what can he understand
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao hurriedly put down his paws, stood up from the shift, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty's supernatural power, no matter in Danshui or Pandu, you will definitely achieve great victories, be invincible, and flee against the bandits..."
"Tch!" Everyone turned their heads in unison—shameless!
Zhan Nancheng rubbed his brows wearily, and said, "Commander Meng, whatever you want to say, just say it."
"My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and your majesty is the one who knows me." Meng Fuyao grinned, "Then the humble minister just said that?"
Zhan Nancheng nodded with a wry smile.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around, swung his arms in a big circle: "You idiots!"
The faces of all the ministers turned green—this kid cursed people as soon as he opened his mouth!
At that moment, Xi Rui, one of the three ministers of Zhongshu, said angrily: "Meng Fuyao, above the court, is this place where you play wild?"
Meng Fuyao jumped on Danchi, pointed to his nose and said: "Old man Xi, Your Majesty allows me to speak freely, but you scold me and forbid me to speak? Are you trying to resist the order? What are you trying to do now? Could it be that you are disobedient?" Heart? Do you have the heart of disobedience because of Mao? Do you want to change to fight against the Beiye traitors?... "
Old man Xi stroked his chest, coughed, and was on the verge of falling. He was defeated in less than one round.
Zhan Nancheng frowned, Meng Fuyao turned around again, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, neither of these two strategies is advisable!"
The hall was full of eruptions, Xie Yu, the leader of the imperial camp president, sneered and said, "What is Commander Meng's opinion?"
"My best opinion is—" Meng Fuyao didn't blush, "Fighting sixty miles to Danshui is tantamount to abandoning Pandu in a dangerous situation. Once the enemy splits up and detours, Pandu will be in danger, not to mention Pandu is the most important city in the world. , strong walls and sharp guns, easy to defend but difficult to attack, if you want to defend the city, don't defend it in Pandu and run to Danshui? Absurd!"
Zhan Nancheng nodded, and Xi Rui, who was holding Danshui to fight, blushed and said angrily: "Aren't you talking about Shou Pandu? What's new!"
"It depends on how you defend!" Meng Fuyao shook his fist at him, "Have any of you carefully analyzed the composition of Zhan Beiye's rebellious army? It's true that his main force is his desert cavalry, but there are also two coalition forces, which are the earliest Jin Yanminglun, the governor of the two prefectures who followed him, these two rebels, loyal to Zhan Beiye, are Zhan Beiye's right-hand man, don't you know?"
"So what if you know?" Someone muttered, "Anyway, the Canglong Army is still the main force, and its combat power..."
"Bah, something that grows other people's aspirations and destroys one's prestige!" Meng Fuyao spat, "If you can't match your strength, why can't you outwit it?"
"You know how to be smart again?" Someone sneered.
"To take a general, you must first take the morale of the army. The governor of Jin Yanminglun's two prefectures is the chief official who leads the army outside the border. According to the usual practice, his family members are all in Beijing..." Meng Fuyao sneered, "Take him to the city and kill him!"
Everyone was silent... This kid is vicious!
Some people also questioned: "If the governors of the two prefectures righteously kill their relatives... oh no, they don't care whether their families live or die? Besides, they are also auxiliary troops, even if they withdraw, they will not change the overall situation..."
"Hey, what's the matter with the governor of the two prefectures?" Meng Fuyao opened his eyes wide, "What I want to force is to fight against the Beiye, didn't it mean that the Canglong Army were all from the northern lands, tough and brave but also the most loyal? Now that the family members of the two governors who are kind to Zhan Beiye are bound to the city, what choice will Zhan Beiye make? If he retreats, his success will fall short. If he does not retreat, even if the governors of the two governments have no grudges in the future, it is no wonder that he continues to follow He, how can he have the face to command thousands of soldiers? How can he have the face to face the brothers who shed blood and tears for him before ruining his family? How can those hot-blooded men under his command be willing to sacrifice their lives for such a cold master?"
Everyone took a breath and remained silent. They are really vicious and vicious people who want to destroy their families!
Tiansha's folk customs are simple and honest, and he admires bright and magnanimous real men. Although soldiers are not tired of deceit, this kind of strategy of kidnapping innocent and weak people and directly attacking people's hearts has always been shameless for Tiansha's generals. , In the future, the pen of history is like a knife, and it is inevitable to bear the eternal infamy. Besides, as a courtier, who is the emperor is not the emperor? Therefore, there are also people who are good at calculating who have this thought in their minds, but they don't speak.
I don't want to say that Chi Guoguo, the commander of the two hundred and five, said it in the court today.
Xie Yu sneered and said, "You are an idiot when you are the governor of Jin Yanminglun's two prefectures? Don't you know how to get the family members out first?"
Meng Fuyao squinted at him: "Listen to the commander's tone, have you been to the homes of the governors of the two prefectures? Did you see anyone? Since you have this plan, why didn't you tell His Majesty first?"
Xie Yu's face turned pale, and Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed on the throne.
Meng Fuyao laughed again, and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if the family members of the governors of the two prefectures are in the capital or not. I just randomly tied up a few women and children and went to the city, saying that they were the family members of the governors of the two prefectures. Even if the governors didn't admit it, I made the woman cry for her husband, the child called Daddy, and the old mother called Aier. The acting was very good—the governor will go on a thousand-mile expedition, and he will not bring his real family with him? The soldiers may not know whether the governor's family is there, right? People generally believe in what they see with their eyes. In the eyes of thousands of soldiers, the cries on the tower were so real, how could they not be the family members of the governor? Under the circumstances, the governor doesn’t think it’s righteousness, and Zhan Beiye doesn’t think it’s anything? Haha, you said, let Zhan Beiye face the fake family members still in a dilemma and be forced to give up, doesn’t it make him vomit blood even more?”
She danced happily, "Wouldn't it be great!"
"..."
There was silence in the hall, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and quickly reached a consensus - don't offend this kid in the future!
He is good at attacking people's hearts, and is extremely shameless!
Meng Fuyao brazenly squinted and smiled: "This is more effective than kidnapping Beiye's own mother to the city. He can disregard his own mother for the sake of the overall situation, but he can't disregard other people's mothers... Haha What's more, the family members of the two governors, this It's in my hands."
"In your hands?" Zhan Nancheng turned his gaze immediately.
"Your Majesty." Meng Fuyao bowed solemnly, "Ever since the war rebellion started and the governor of the Jinyan Mansion dedicated the city, I felt that there must be some collusion, so I strengthened the city defense one step ahead. My brothers from the Feihu Camp have already intercepted two The family members of the governor of the prefecture have been locked up in my mansion, and I will teach Zhan Beiye a lesson under Pandu City, so that those officials who stand still and wait and see know who is the real master!"
"Okay!" Zhan Nancheng was excited: "Aiqing is really loyal to the country!"
"Eating the king's salary will share the king's worries." Meng Fuyao pointed to the sky and swore, "I am willing to be a pawn in the front of the horse, and to kill the battle dog in front of the battle for your majesty!"
"You are a talent, how can you be a pawn?" Zhan Nancheng smiled happily, his pale face turned red slightly, "deliver the decree!"
"Xie Yu, the former leader of the President of the Imperial Camp, was transferred to be the Minister of the Ministry of War, and the President of the Imperial Camp took the post." Zhan Nancheng paused, then looked at Meng Fuyao with a smile.
The hall was full of silence, Meng Fuyao looked up innocently.
"Meng Fuyao, the former vice-commander of the Imperial Camp and commander of the Flying Fox Camp, will take over!"
"My humble minister, thank you!"
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"I've seen shameless ones, but I've never seen such shameless ones." Ya Lanzhu pointed at Jiangshan on the dining table with chopsticks, "He actually used one mouth to forcefully deceive the president of the imperial camp at the last minute. The imperial camp is embarrassing, The largest armed force in the capital at present, the third battalion has nearly 100,000 soldiers, and there is no vacancy, wow, you sent it!"
Chef Meng was wearing an apron, braving the steaming oil, and served the last dish on the table like a dead dog—since her eldest grandson Wuji was recuperating, she began to cook by herself. Our General Meng has a special talent, with a temperament She is not good at painting and calligraphy, and she is good at cooking and sewing in daily life, so that now the cooks in the Meng Mansion are cooking, and the few nobles refuse to eat, and she has made a fool of her.
Yunhen also asked her: "Fuyao, you don't look like a capable person. How can you be so good at cooking? Especially the most common vegetables can also cook delicious food."
Meng Fuyao thought sadly, if you also have a sick mother who always has empty pockets, walks around the vegetable market with a meager salary every day, and tries hard to make a basically reasonable balance between medical expenses and food expenses. Balanced, and it is difficult to achieve the adjustment of taste in addition to the patient's medical expenses and nutritional expenses... You can also use green vegetables to make green vegetables and eighteen burnt.
She sat down at the dining table mournfully, picked up her chopsticks and prepared to eat, only to find that she had just taken off her apron, and the dishes on the table had changed positions—my sweet and sour pork ribs, my spicy beef, my Kaiyang cabbage stewed with three shreds, why Mao Du left the barracks of me, the general of soldiers and horses, and joined the enemy's army instead
The "enemy army" occupies the main position, holding the bone on the left, holding the ox on the right, Kaiyang cabbage, three silk rolls for the whole table, handsome men pouring wine, and beautiful men serving vegetables.
The man with a poisonous tongue personally helped Queen Ya, who was smiling and sitting among the beauties, pick up vegetables. His attitude was hundreds of times better than that of Meng Fuyao, and someone's eyes turned red when he saw it.
Yunhen was putting all the good dishes in front of Ya Lanzhu, and if he couldn't put them, he would hang them up. The plates were piled up three layers high, and the dishes on the table were extremely unbalanced. The roller coaster didn't collapse, so someone made the sound of creaking teeth.
Someone cast his final hopeful eyes on her loyal prince, who raised his eyes and smiled at her, and then... poured wine for Ya Lanzhu himself.
Meng Fuyao collapsed.
A group of pigs who see sex and forget friends, see profits and forget righteousness, see vegetables and forget cooks!
You can't be so biased if you are eccentric!
Meng Fuyao put down her chopsticks angrily, and cursed: "I go to work every day and cook at night, and I have to go to change medicine and do massage in the middle of the night..." She suddenly blocked her mouth with chopsticks, uh, she slipped.
The eldest grandson Wuji leaned on the chair, raised his long eyelashes and looked at her with pleasure.
Very good, let's keep talking like this.
Meng Fuyao was not reconciled, so he continued to scold with another word: "I cook every day, you idlers still want me to wash dishes... wash vegetables... wash..."
"Today is Princess Ya's birthday."
On the opposite side, the poison-tongued man smashed Meng Fuyao to death with a single word.
Meng Fuyao was tongue-tied, and before he could speak in a daze, Longevity had already put his hands together, and said brightly and sadly: "I'm so stupid, really, I just thought that everyone would be very happy when I celebrate my birthday, but I don't know there are still some people who would not like it." happy… "
The corners of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched, and he covered his face with his sleeves—I'm so stupid, really, I must know that people who play tricks are always playing tricks, and the result of the birth of a peerless essay is to shoot yourself in the foot.
When the sleeves were put down, she had already changed into a flattering smile, stood up, and put the last plate of Kung Pao chicken in front of her in front of Ya Lanzhu herself: "Oh, Zhuzhu, why don't you tell me about your birthday sooner, don't you tell me?" How do I know your birthday? You see, as soon as I found out about your birthday, I was overjoyed..." She squeezed Yunhen away, and sat next to Yalanzhu affectionately: "Zhuzhu, what birthday gift do you want? ? What birthday presents did you receive before? Let's make something special!"
"Before..." Ya Lanzhu tilted her head, blinking her big eyes, "At this time last year, I just arrived in Taiyuan. That night, there was a family celebration not far from the inn. Firecrackers were set off happily. I was sitting on the eaves Take a pot of wine, set off a cannon to toast myself, set off a cannon to toast myself, oh, it's so lively... "
The room fell silent, Meng Fuyao's hand froze on Ya Lanzhu's shoulder.
"At this time the year before last, I was in Fufeng, and I was arrested and locked up. To comfort me, my father and queen mother held a birthday banquet for me. I asked for as many people as possible, and the bigger the ostentation, the better. I slipped away again while there were many people. I ran away too fast and even lost my luggage. In the middle of the night, I was so hungry that I exchanged a twisted gold hairpin for half of a cake at an old farmer. I held the cake and slowly watched the fireworks in the imperial city. Gnaw, I thought that those roasted pigs and fat cattle royal banquets are similar to this half cake, I can smell that smell, so I have eaten it... "
"..."
"The year before last, I was in Tiansha, lost my way in Geya Desert, a group of desert wind robbers robbed me, and I slaughtered them, but I also punctured the water bag for them before they died. The moon was so big that night, so big Like the ice bowl in the palace, I looked at the moon and thought it would be so good, I must eat it so hard that there is no leftover. I used to think I couldn’t eat too much. I regretted it at that moment... Later I thought, I can’t die of thirst in Ge Ya, this kind of death is too ugly, if someone can’t recognize me, I’ll drink the blood of those wind robber corpses, hee hee…”
"… do not talk… "
Meng Fuyao leaned against the wall and stood up, she didn't look at Ya Lanzhu in the silence, forced a smile, and said: "I'll add some dishes, it's Zhuzhu's birthday, these dishes are too simple."
Ya Lanzhu looked at her back, smiled suddenly, tapped her chopsticks and said crisply: "Meng Fuyao, I didn't say this to seek your sympathy, I just told you that things in relationships are always difficult , the more persistent, the more bitter, even lonely, wandering, and facing danger, but what does that matter? As long as you dare, no matter how hard it is, you can enjoy it, and the most fearful thing is that you dare not even dare. "
She slowly picked up a chopsticks of food and ate, and each of the beauties around her also picked up a chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Don't pretend to be indifferent but really caring. To be honest, I am quite satisfied. This year's This birthday is really a surprise. I suddenly feel that I have everything. It is important to have someone to love, but some feelings are not inferior to this, right? Those court birthday parties before I was twelve years old, after twelve years old I All those birthdays I spent while wandering, don’t add up to make me happy today...Meng Fuyao, get the hell out of here, why are you adding more food, you want to make me happy.”
Changsun Wuji suddenly smiled and said, "Princess Ya, why wasn't you the one who got engaged to me back then? Otherwise, I would be liberated now."
Ya Lanzhu glanced at him and said with a smile, "I will give you a certain sentence from someone: The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard."
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, and she raised her glass to go around the venue again, "I am not partial, this sentence is for everyone: the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard."
His Highness the Prince's face darkened, and he ate food helplessly.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, turned her back to Ya Lanzhu, she looked at the round moon outside the window, and thought of the fifteen-year-old girl who celebrated her birthday by drinking the blood of a dead body under the burning moon in the Thousand Miles of Gobi, Long Jiu slightly raised his hand and flicked a drop of water off his eyelashes.
Then she grabbed Master Yuan Bao who was looking at the moon with the same sadness as her, and said with a smile: "Just add the last dish."
Ya Lanzhu gnawed on her hoof and whimpered, "Don't be meaty..."
After a while Meng Fuyao came up mysteriously, holding a gold plate with a silver lid in his hand, and said: "Big dish!"
Ya Lanzhu raised her eyebrows, "What the hell are you doing..." She reached out to lift the lid, and then spit out her mouthful of wine with a "poof".
In the middle of the plate, sat Mr. Yuan Bao with a bright red bow.
"Present my birthday present... the virgin dance of the innocent and loyal virgin Mr. Yuanbao." Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand solemnly, and Mr. Yuanbao slowly got up, straightened the bow, and gracefully gave Yalanzhu a backhand salute. The paws stretched forward.
Ya Lanzhu twitched the corners of her mouth, looking at the invitation to the waltz—she had been by Meng Fuyao's side for so long, so she had naturally learned this dance, but... dancing with Lord Yuanbao
Lord Yuanbao waited solemnly, it decided to dedicate its first dance to Zhuzhu, and the masters stood aside.
Ya Lanzhu looked at Master Yuan Bao who was waiting solemnly, at Meng Fuyao who was leaning on the side with her arms folded with a smile on her face, and at the smiling beauties beside her who were serving her vegetables and trying to kill her, her eyes became brighter, as if there were countless A pearl rolled in it, rolling back and forth like that, but it never fell.
After a long time, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she suddenly stretched out her finger slowly, hooking Lord Yuan Bao's paw.
She said, "Yuan Bao, don't step on my hand."
The room is silent, the moonlight flickers, shining a huge round spot on the table, the snow-white fur ball in the spot is holding the slender finger, dancing its silent waltz intoxicated, the finger moves with its movement cooperatively, Make a posture of swaying ups and downs... not making fun of, not being contemptuous, not finding it funny, just as serious and pious as that little furball.
All precious thoughts are worthy of reverence.
At the end of the song, Gentleman Yuan Bao returned the finger politely and bowed again under the moonlight.
Ya Lanzhu smiled and said: "This silly ingot, you still have to do a full set of etiquette, you are at a loss now, your first dance is mine..." She suddenly couldn't continue, and raised her hand to cover it. Eye.
After a while, crystal pearls rolled down from between her fingers.
Master Yuan Bao slowly climbed up her arm, rubbed it slowly with the bowknot, and slowly "squeaked..."
Meng Fuyao suddenly strode out.
She went straight to the door, made a gesture, and then walked forward into the garden without looking back. Then she took the wax pill from the man in black who was in charge of delivering the message, and said, "Go .”
She slowly unfolded the wax pill, glanced at the flamboyant handwriting on the paper, inexplicable complex emotions flashed in her eyes, and then slowly crushed the paper.
Then she went back, leaned against the window, poked her head in and smiled, Ya Lanzhu had regained her composure, and asked her with a smile: "Is there any news about Zhan Beiye? He's coming tomorrow, right?"
"Well," Meng Fuyao smiled at her brightly, "He asked me to congratulate you on your seventeenth birthday, every year has today, and every year has today."
"If I really want to have this good life every day, I still can't bear it." Ya Lanzhu smiled, and looked at her deeply, "Thank you."
Meng Fuyao froze for a moment, then she also smiled and said: "It's hard for you to be so polite." She walked away from the window and said: "I'll wash my hands, you can do it yourself."
She didn't wash her hands, but sat silently in the garden. The light in the distance shone on a pool of clear water, and the sparkling light changed into a brilliant silver color. Resting, the wind blows over the water, bringing a refreshing atmosphere mixed with the fragrance of chrysanthemums. A small daisy is leaning over her finger, full and delicate, like a pearl ring.
Someone sat down beside her, and the chrysanthemums on the ground were slightly lowered, as if shocked by the brilliance, but the person just smiled softly, compared the tender yellow daisy between her snow-white fingers, and said: "Okay!" Nice color."
Meng Fuyao didn't turn her head, and murmured: "She said thank you, who do you think she is thanking?"
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, and said for a while, "Princess Ya is a very smart person."
Meng Fuyao sighed and said, "Maybe I've played it self-defeating again."
"No," Changsun Wuji turned his head, and stared into her bright eyes as deep as the deep sea, "Because she is a smart person, she understands your mind better."
Meng Fuyao sighed, leaned back, covered her eyes with her hands, and said: "I often feel that I am a sinner..." She stopped suddenly, sniffed suspiciously, and said, "What's the smell?"
Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "I'll show you a trick."
Meng Fuyao tilted his head, and the black line immediately appeared - His Highness the Crown Prince was taking out...a dish from his super wide sleeve.
Braised meatballs.
Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of her mouth - no wonder she felt that something was wrong on the table, others might not care about it, but as a cook, she knew how many dishes she cooked, she didn't want to be smuggled by this glutton.
"If you want to eat, I will make it for you. Do you need to steal it? You are not ashamed to steal food from the table of the prince of a country..."
Changsun Wuji ignored her, stared at the plate of meatballs that were already not very good in color and flavor, and murmured: "I think meatballs should be the dish that can best maintain their taste. I don't want to leave it for a while or it won't look good..."
Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped her chatter.
Did he keep it for himself because he didn't eat anything on the table and was afraid that he would be hungry
The dignified and elegant Crown Prince stealing food from the table... I really can't imagine the scene.
Alas... It's a pity that His Royal Highness's eyes for stealing vegetables are really not flattering - the meatballs stick together when they are cold, and there is no way to eat them.
Meng Fuyao wanted to laugh, but she couldn't smile when she grinned, she bent down, hugged her head in silence for a while, then took the ball, grabbed it with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
But Changsun Wuji took the dish over, "It's cold, don't eat it, be careful to make your stomach upset." He pulled her up again, "Don't be lazy, make supper."
Meng Fuyao stayed still, "I'm not hungry."
"But I'm hungry." Someone pulled her unceremoniously, "I'm still recuperating, you have to ensure my nutrition."
Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, His Royal Highness's injury is really difficult to heal, "I'm going to cook supper, you have to light a fire for me."
"become."
…
In a quarter of an hour.
In the kitchen, there is such a joyful scene of cooking—a pretty cook in a headscarf is briskly busy in front of the pot, and snow-white wontons fly out of her palms miraculously, her slender hands are whiter than wontons, and her gestures are as light as dancing; Behind the stage, a man in unclothed clothes and sleeves sat leaning against the wall, leisurely putting firewood into the stove. The dirty place does not change its appearance, and occasionally looks up at the busy woman with a smile, the eyes are slender, and there is a warm atmosphere in the air...
After half an hour.
The cook's eyebrows were raised upright, and she grabbed the wonton wrappers and put her hands on her hips angrily.
There was thick smoke billowing in the kitchen, as if someone had set fire to it, or burned the corpse to wipe out the traces after killing someone.
With a rustle behind the firewood pile under the stove, a black-eyed black-eyed black-eyed black-eyed man emerged, coughing and brushing off the luxurious light purple brocade robe. Root firewood, frowning elegantly, researching that I can control the real fire in my body, why can't I control the mere stove fire
Meng Fuyao looked sadly at the sky.
Look at this person with poor living ability, if he is played with a civet cat for a prince or something, how can he live as a living among the people
Looking at it, I felt happy—His Royal Highness finally found out one thing he couldn't do. I thought he could do everything from destroying the country to embroidery.
Looking at her expression, His Royal Highness knew what she was thinking, so he went to pull her: "The side of the pot is hot, be careful of the heat, I will cook the wontons, you go to light the fire."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him contemptuously, there are such people who play tricks and play affectionately.
half an hour.
"Changsun Wuji, are you cooking wontons or porridge... Ah, where is my wonton? The skin is all boiled..."
…
An hour later, Meng Fuyao, who had finished eating rotten wontons, just climbed onto the bed, and muttered to Master Yuan Bao while crawling, "I am a miserable person, I am about to go to the battlefield to kill people, I am exhausted, and I have to wash the kitchen in the middle of the night to make supper Cleaning at night, who do I owe, I..."
Master Yuan Bao replied: "Zhizhi (you asked for it)".
The guy who asked for his own fate was indeed miserable. Just as he lay down, he heard a loud rumbling sound in the distance, the ground was trembling slightly, the golden hooks on the bed were shaking and clanging together, and then there was a huge banging door The sound, Meng Fuyao got up with his clothes on, and saw the firelight at the west city gate, half the sky was reddened by the flames.
"The Canglong army is attacking the city—"
Meng Fuyao rushed out quickly, ran up to the tall building and looked up at the crimson sky, muttering: "This guy is dying, he came so fast!"
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, and a blare screamed straight up to the sky from the place where the fire rose. The force of piercing and splitting was extremely fierce, like a ray of fire sword instantly tearing the curtain of the night, tearing the sky in half, and then the giant The arrow exploded in mid-air, and Hora actually blasted out a banner, with a blue dragon flying in the clouds of the lightning layer, clawing at the sky with its teeth and claws, the crimson banner was twisted and swayed by the air current in mid-air, and the blue dragon on the banner Such as rushing down fiercely in the clouds, the momentum is compelling!
The whole city was in an uproar, shocked by the aggressive momentum of the Canglong army, countless people rushed out on the long street, and tens of thousands of people looked up and stared blankly.
Only Meng Fuyao, who was from a high place, had extraordinary eyesight, and saw clearly the flag that appeared in an instant and then disappeared in the darkness of the clouds, and saw several huge words dripping with ink on the flag.
"I'll come too!"