"Mother Xipi, it's none of my business that you lack a queen?" Meng Fuyao jumped up, and stomped the note on the ground, "Thought it was a clever plan, it turned out to be just a piece of nonsense... Wait, I? I?"
She picked up the tattered note from the bottom of her feet again, read it again on it, and then said dully: "I?"
An Mei suddenly said leisurely: "I heard that Xuanyuan's puppet emperor is... special."
"Oh..." Meng Fuyao touched his forehead, "It's really... very special."
The actor who keeps claiming that she is "long live" dares to feel that she is a long live.
The second generation of emperors who grew up under the brilliance of the king regent's abnormality and Niucha, really became more and more abnormal.
What I play is the imperial moon, what I drink is the imperial concubine wine; what I enjoy are the Xuanyuan flowers, and what I climb are the Mengjia willows.
Layers of fiddled brocade hedging heads that cannot be shaken off.
"What did he tell you?" An Mei asked with flickering eyes.
"See you in the back garden of Cuifang Zhai—if I change my mind and accept his conditions." Meng Fuyao replied weakly.
The corners of An Mei's mouth curled up slightly: "To be his male queen?"
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged on the toilet, and said seriously: "I don't think he is good enough for me."
"Indeed." An Mei replied, "Those who are worthy of your Excellency probably haven't been born yet."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, not wanting to quarrel with the patient, and asked again: "What do you think he wants to do with this proposal?"
"Xuanyuan Kingdom is currently drafting a talent show." An Mei replied, "To enrich the harem for His Majesty, although there are many concubines in the harem, it is really unseemly that the Empress Dowagers are vacant, and Cuifangzhai is home to a new batch of the most promising concubines. The courtyard of the young master of the palace."
"Ha, why haven't you stood up for so long?"
"When a person's freedom is restricted too much, he always finds something to rebel against. It's the same for singing, if it's for acting, and it's the same for not standing up." An Mei replied lightly.
Meng Fuyao sighed, squatting on the toilet, listening to the unstoppable movement outside, said thoughtfully: "Before tonight, Xuanyuan Cheng will definitely search the palace again, we escaped once, it is impossible to escape a second time, Hey, is your fever gone?"
An Mei said indifferently: "Before tonight, I will fall ill once, so you can leave by yourself."
"Oh." Meng Fuyao climbed down the toilet and picked up Yuanbao, "I'm leaving, goodbye."
She walked towards the door, Anmei remained motionless, sitting on the top of the toilet seat, looking at her.
Meng Fuyao walked to the door, turned around, and asked him seriously: "Hey, how do I get to Cuifangzhai?"
Anmei looked at her silently, and suddenly smiled.
He smiled brightly, and his somewhat haggard complexion was instantly concealed by his glazed eyes and fiery red lips. His eyes were full of radiance and glow, so bright that Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes uncomfortably.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, shockingly gorgeous, a beauty dies laughing, being a "queen" is also romantic...
It's a pity that the stunning smile appeared and then disappeared, and Anmei regained his cold and sharp temperament in the next moment, and said: "I don't need you to sacrifice yourself to do anything, not to mention the conditions Xuanyuanmin offered must not be simple. , why do you have to go through this muddy water."
Meng Fuyao laughed, wrinkled her nose slightly, pointed at herself and said, "Don't be self-obsessed, Brother Anmei, I'm not doing it for you, I just don't want Xuanyuan Cheng to be comfortable, you fucking force me to hide in embarrassment, force me to almost die, just Forget it? I want to fight against him, if Xuanyuanmin wants to use me, why can't I use him?"
She waved her hand, and said in a majestic way: "Why don't you play something fun, but want to risk your life with blood and fire? Come, brother Anmei, brother Yuanbao, Aijia can give you bird's nest now." She tied herself up, prepared her weapons, and prepared herself for a long-distance adventure in the palace to explore Cuifangzhai, and asked, "Where is Cuifangzhai?"
An Mei looked at her for a long time, and waited until she was about to go out before saying: "It's next door."
"..."
Meng Fuyao staggered, leaned on the wall and turned around mournfully, dead child, you are too unkind...
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After climbing over a wall, it was Cuifangzhai where rookies lived. Meng Fuyao tiptoed to look at the back gable wall, and said with a smile on his face: "Ah, rich clothes and fine food, soft couch and fragrant boudoir, here I come..."
"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, where did you get the bed you slept in last night?" An Mei looked down at the bed, feeling that the material looked a bit weird.
Meng Fuyao immediately turned around with a smile, and answered very willingly: "The toilet is made of wood."
This time, Anmei staggered a bit, and Meng Fuyao pretended to step forward to help: "Oh, brother, what's wrong with you?"
An Mei took a deep breath and said calmly, "It's okay."
Meng Fuyao was regretting again: "How do you go out like this?" She turned her eyes away from his beautiful half-naked figure, her face tensed, "I should have taken off a piece of clothing from the actor yesterday, his water red embroidered I think the robes of the dark green peony flowers and the macaw look pretty good." After speaking, she shook herself.
An Mei said, "Your eyesight isn't good? Didn't you see that bag hanging from the vines on the back wall?"
Meng Fuyao let out a "Huh", and found a bundle in the vines covered by thick shade. There were two eunuch costumes inside. She changed the clothes for An Mei and touched the vines. Someone inside tapped on the wall, and Meng Fuyao pulled Looking at the dark charm, there is a small courtyard next door, and a man who looks like a eunuch is waiting under the vine trellis.
Seeing the two people approaching, he backed away without a sound, his footsteps were particularly light, and he pointed to a closed door, motioning for the two to pass, then he exited the courtyard, looked out through the half-closed door, and slipped away. The guards and eunuchs are all guarding the door.
Meng Fuyao was still a little hesitant, fearing that this was a trap set up by the regent king or the actor emperor, but Anmei pulled her over and pushed the door straight.
With a sound of "squeak", the carved fan was gently pushed away, opening a room with soft words and charming scenery.
Gold hooks and jade tents, soft silk mattresses, copper beast incense burners, green smoke floating, red sandalwood and hundreds of flowers embroidered behind the screen, shadows and shadows of naked men and women intertwined bodies, the voices of monsters whispered softly, looking at the postures, either sitting on the ground and growing lotuses or It was an old man pushing a cart, overturned strangely, the lingering and rippling aroma filled the room, mixed with the smell of lust and body fluids exuded after intercourse between a man and a woman, forming a rich and weird smell, which made the face of those who rushed in reddish.
"Your Majesty... Slaves... No way..."
"Obey, sweetheart, sweetheart... my good Xiuxiu... long live..."
"Long live... long live... the maidservant's name is Zi'er... why do you... keep forgetting..."
"Oh...Zi'er...you are so pleasant...come...change your posture..."
"... oops... nemesis..."
The coquettish murmur was mixed with panting and moaning, trembling inside the beaded sand tent slightly stretched out her snow-white jade arms, and her fingertips scratched gently in the air... An Mei turned her head, Meng Fuyao smiled, Dragging a chair to sit down, leisurely preparing to enjoy the hard-working erotic scene, Master Yuan Bao poked his head out, stared carefully for a few times, then stared again, and suddenly stretched out his claws to cover Meng Fuyao Meng Fuyao pulled down his troublesome claws, covered his hands with both hands, and covered Master Yuan Bao's whole body tightly by virtue of his physical advantages. He whispered: "Hey, don't look at evil, the president is the eye of the needle."
Then she went to "Long Eye of the Needle" in high spirits, Master Yuan Bao was sad and indignant—why my paws can only cover half of her eyes, but her paws can cover my whole body
Meng Fuyao was researching the name of the new posture, when his eyes suddenly went dark, someone's hand was covered, the uninjured smooth palm with a slight smell of medicine, at the same time he heard him calmly say: "See no evil, the president has the eye of a needle. "
Meng Fuyao pulled his hand down resentfully, without saying a word, the two of them had an argument, and the two of them were immediately alarmed behind the screen. A certain actor was at a critical moment at that time, but he pulled away miraculously, turned around and was gone. He rushed over, lay naked on the screen, and greeted the two people who were staring at the erotic palace without any shame: "Here we are."
As calm as being bumped into while eating.
But the woman exclaimed in surprise, and said in a trembling voice: "Long live, why are you now... now..." Suddenly noticing the figure in front of the screen, she jumped up with an "ah".
She sprang up, her snowy skin and jade skin flashed like a fish, Meng Fuyao looked at the man very rudely, but felt a little embarrassed at the woman, subconsciously turned her face away, but before she could turn around, she suddenly spotted Xuanyuan Min lying on the screen out of the corner of her eye The bare arm on the top waved like lightning at the moment the woman jumped up.
A flash of snow flashed by, and the arm was clasped around the woman's neck. Then, Xuanyuan Minmei smiled, sweetly and tenderly, and gently retracted her five fingers.
"Crack."
The sound of her neck being twisted sounded like thunder in the quiet elegant room. The woman gurgled a few times in her throat. She stared desperately at Xuanyuanmin who was smiling sweetly at her with wide eyes. Immediately, the whole neck felt weird It hangs down softly.
she died.
He died in the hands of the emperor who had just had a good time with her and who kept saying that he wanted to make her a queen.
Died on the top of the dream of extreme excitement and joy, and then fell from the peak of desire, fell on the brocade mattress of flying dragons and phoenixes, and fell in the pool of his own virgin blood that had just flowed out earlier.
The first victim of the royal intrigue and dark gladiatorial battle, Yu Wenzi.
There was no sound in the room, a faint smell of blood mixed with the spring atmosphere in the room, and Xuanyuanmin smiled like a flower in the curling smoke.
Meng Fuyao stared at him like staring at a piranha.
What kind of a man would he be if he could instantly strangle to death a woman who was married to him just once
What kind of race are the Xuanyuan family members
Compared with them, whether Taiyuan Qi Xunyi, Wuji Dewang, Tiansha Zhan Nancheng, they are all as pure and lovely as a newborn Master Yuanbao.
Meng Fuyao sighed leisurely—it's true that the environment creates talents...
She regretted her choice a bit. It seemed that going to Xuanyuan's house in the muddy water was no longer about seeking the skin of a tiger or seeking a tiger with its skin. It was more difficult than making a tiger become a vegetarian.
Xuanyuanmin only looked at her with a charming smile, and said softly: "Long live... This woman is not dead, how can you be my queen? So speaking of it, you killed her."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, and said for a while: "One day I will ride you under me... and beat you hard."
"Very happy." Xuanyuanmin smiled, "You beat me up last time, I was really fascinated, I can't forget it."
He threw a roll of papers and said, "Hurry up and memorize all of Yu Wenzi's materials, I have to make a mask quickly, alas, is there such a miserable lonely person like me? I have to make a mask myself, right... because I am lucky that you are so gracious, you, Yu Wenzi, have not been able to get out of bed for three days, so hurry up and get familiar with your identity in these three days."
"What on earth do you want me to do?" Meng Fuyao grabbed the volume of very detailed information, and estimated the time in her heart. She checked An Mei's pulse this morning, and found that the trauma was second, and what was worse was that he seemed to be injured because of that. The real strength on the arrow has aroused the old wounds in the original body, and it will not heal without a period of rest. He can still sit now, but it is just a struggle. He must be given time to recuperate. Anyway, he is now in trouble. In this damned palace, he had no choice but to settle down and survive from the cracks.
"It's very simple. This draft is not an ordinary draft girl. It's very high-level. It directly complements the four concubines to prepare for the future. Therefore, there are only eight women living in Cuifangzhai, all of whom are regents. The descendants of distant relatives or close relatives, there are already a bunch of messy details in my palace. Among the original four concubines, the virtuous concubine Shu is all from the regent. According to the regulations, the empress is not restricted from meeting the emperor, and must be summoned more than four times a month, and my freedom will be greatly restricted, so this empress cannot do it for them, at least not now."
Meng Fuyao sneered and said: "I'm just a passer-by, what will happen after I leave?"
"Then let's talk about it at that time, who knows whether you are willing to leave?" Xuanyuanmin smiled meaningfully, "Besides, how can you, a queen or concubine, be so relaxed? My concubine Xian and Concubine Shu still expect you to give solve it."
Meng Fuyao lazily yawned, thinking that the old lady is really lucky, even Gongdou has her turn.
"Why did you choose this Yuwenzi?"
"She is a distant relative of the Prince Regent. Among the eight people, her blood is closest to him, but the one who lives farthest from him is from Changning Mansion in the northern border of Xuanyuan. The other seven people are all daughters of the Prince Regent's close relatives and live in Kunjing. , Many of them were grown up by him, except for Yu Wenzi, the familiarity is not too high, the only loophole that can be exploited, and..." Xuanyuan Min blinked, "I dote on her very much recently, and I am lucky every day. , she is so in love with me that I can't get out of bed, and no one has a chance to get to know her."
"Xuanyuan Cheng didn't have any precautions against you?" Meng Fuyao pretended not to see this guy's ambiguous expression, and changed the subject and asked, "How could he leave such a big loophole for you to take advantage of?"
"Where's the gap?" Xuanyuanmin smiled, "Almost all the people in the palace are his people, and the eight beautiful girls are also his people, so it's safe." He narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly like a fox, " But there are not many people, as long as it is useful, I grew up in this palace, after so many years, I still can't afford a little of my own furniture?"
"Besides, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent is very busy recently." Xuanyuan Minmei smiled, pointing at Meng Fuyao, "He has to worry about the assassin, and he also has to worry about his little princess."
"What's wrong with Xuanyuan Yun?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, no way, he also attacked Princess Rabbit
"It's just a little illness." Xuanyuan Min smiled, "His baby is really closely guarded, it's really not easy to pry a little."
Meng Fuyao didn't even bother to ask him how he did it. She herself is a master of these plots, Xuanyuan Cheng has both scheming and force, and her only weakness is this daughter. If she doesn't attack her, who will she attack
"Don't play her to death... She's a pretty good child." Meng Fuyao sighed, "Otherwise, don't blame me for not helping you well."
"You are so strange, you have to take care of irrelevant people." Xuanyuanmin raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Unqualified queen."
Meng Fuyao smiled, stood up and left, "Then you should hire someone else."
"You don't want to know where Zong Yue is?"
Meng Fuyao turned around and raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know either." Xuanyuanmin spread his hands calmly and innocently.
Meng Fuyao punched him viciously.
"...But you became a queen, and with the strength of the two of us, are you afraid that you won't be able to find anyone?"
Meng Fuyao snorted, grabbed the roll of materials, turned around with a sudden smile, and said to An Mei who had been silent all this time: "Chunmei, why don't you go and pour tea for your young lady, the future empress?"
"..."
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That night, the new version of "Yuwen Zi" and "Chunmei" stayed in the small courtyard. At night, Anmei's injuries really started to flare up. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but he was tossed and restless on the bed. Meng Fuyao didn't sleep all night. , was busy changing his medicine to cool down and feed him water, seeing that his temperature was too high, she simply took off his clothes a little bit and slowly wiped his body. There is no need to avoid any defense between men and women, she only has patients in her eyes.
The handkerchief soaked in cold water slowly walked over the smooth, delicate, muscular and crystal-clear body. When wiping off the sweat, it also gradually took away the high fever burning in the body. When Fuyao brushed against his chest, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Meng Fuyao's hand.
In order to avoid embarrassment, the lights were not turned on in the room, Meng Fuyao was caught unexpectedly and was startled, thinking that he was going to bite her finger again, but An Mei lightly pressed her hand to her heart and murmured something , Meng Fuyao didn't hear clearly, so she leaned closer to listen, just as she approached, a strong and elegant man's aura rushed towards her face, making her heart skip a beat, and then she remembered that his clothes were disheveled, approaching was too ambiguous, so she hurried away again.
She was half-bent in front of the couch, her palms were pressed tightly by Anmei, and they were close to his heart, and she felt the beating under her palms, rushing, like a rushing stream flowing through a silent night, with unspeakable emotions Quietness and restraint caused a deep resonance in the vast land. Meng Fuyao's heart beat again, and for a moment it seemed to be at the same frequency as the heartbeat under the palm of his hand—same mood, different thoughts. Don't break the loneliness and panic buried deep at the moment.
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips, and reached out to touch his hand, but An Mei suddenly let her go, and at the same time let out a long sigh.
Meng Fuyao was startled, thinking he was awake, carefully watching his eyelashes fluttering, sweat dripping from his forehead, still in a semi-conscious state, Meng Fuyao sat in the dark, holding a wet towel and staring at him for a long time, thinking of him What kind of dream was he immersed in, so that he let out such a helpless and desolate sigh.
In the middle of the night, she saw that Anmei was very weak, so she decided to heal him with true energy. True energy is precious, and it is very dangerous to waste it in this dangerous place, but Meng Fuyao didn't think much about it, no matter how precious it is, there is no health. It's important, if Anmei gets better, won't they be freer? Besides, watching him suffer like this, her conscience, King Meng's, is always flooded and it's hard to bear.
Unexpectedly, she pressed her palm on the back of An Mei's heart, just as she was about to send her real power over, An Mei's body suddenly trembled, as if she had sensed her intentions in the chaos, resistance immediately developed in her body, Meng Fuyao sent it three times, and was ejected three times Open, seeing that he refuses to accept, and this stalemate will prevent him from resting properly, so he has no choice but to give up.
This night, she never closed her eyes, quietly watched the undulating figure of Anmei's back in the unlit room, and heard his breathing gradually change from rapid to long and calm, knowing that the difficulty was over, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh sigh.
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Three days later, Meng Fuyao's version of "Yuwen Zi" officially took office.
On the night of the third day, Xuanyuanmin handed her the finished human skin mask. Meng Fuyao despised Xuanyuanmin while changing his appearance: "How fast are you? It takes three days to make a mask, and my bones are crushed from sleep."
Xuanyuanmin immediately stretched out his hand: "I'll touch it, I'll touch it." Meng Fuyao stepped on it hard.
An Mei fell asleep in the cubicle of Cuifangzhai. Of course, he is now Yuwen Zixiu's personal maid Chunmei. "Chunmei" is too tall to hide. Because of "the waitress is too tired", Meng Fuyao was worried that this would not last long, but An Mei said that after a few more days of recuperation, he could barely maintain half an hour of bone shrinkage every day, and if there was a need at that time When "Chunmei" comes out, it should be able to handle it.
Xuanyuanmin once rushed to the cubicle to see Anmei, then turned around to look at Meng Fuyao's dark circles strangely, and raised his orchid fingers full of jealousy: "You two, don't you want to prostitute yourself day and night? It didn't decay like this!"
"Yes, yes, you are invincible with a golden spear, and you are truly a wolf seven times in one night." Meng Fuyao kicked it out, "Please, you have been lucky enough to pass me today, and if you are lucky, I will Submerged by the sea of tongue knife and vinegar."
"That's good, just see your kung fu." Xuanyuan shook the water sleeve excitedly, coquettishly, "I see you for the first time, I think you are definitely a harem killer ... good man, when will you beat me again?"
"Now!" Meng Fuyao stomped on the floor, ping-pong-pong.
Finally sent away the happy and whimpering Emperor Tuerye, Meng Fuyao opened the door that had been closed for three days with a "squeak" and supported his waist. With the pet's high-spirited and beautiful girl's posture, she walked towards the sun, and in those complicated gazes poking her head across the courtyard.
King Meng finally officially kicked off her Xuanyuan's fierce palace fighting career with one stride and contrived stride...
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"Isn't this Elder Sister Zi? I heard that she has been in poor health recently? Is she recovering now?" Sure enough, before Meng Fuyao walked out of her yard, "just in time" a beautiful woman "passed by" and stood still. , smiling condolences, but that smile, floating in the corners of the brows and eyes, looks fake no matter how you look at it.
This woman is in a hurry, lacks composure, and her acting skills are third-rate - the appraisal is complete.
"Oh... Sister Lao Cheng asks, it finally feels better." Meng Fuyao frowned, leaned his back and sighed, "It's really... a lot of trouble..."
The last sentence was said softly, but it immediately made the woman change her face. She raised her face and snorted, and glanced sideways at Meng Fuyao: "Sister Zi is very frivolous, but I am afraid that although the beautiful flowers bloom, some people will break them but no one will reward them. In case of deportation from the palace, who can marry this remnant flower and willow body?"
"Sister Hua makes a lot of sense." Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, frowned in thought, clapped his hands after a while and said, "It's really impossible, marrying your father, the elders of the Hua family in Beijing are the most romantic, and all ten wives and concubines are radiant. Hua, I will go to the eleventh house, anyway, Sister Hua, you still have to call me Shengmian."
"You - shameless!" Hua girl's pretty face turned pale, and she walked away.
Meng Fuyao lazily spread her hands, she was too weak to fight, depressed.
But someone smiled lightly and said: "It's rare to see Sister Zi on weekdays. I don't know that Sister Zi is so good at speaking."
Meng Fuyao turned her head, and the plain-clothed woman under the wisteria flower trellis smiled at her dignifiedly. This smile was very standard, the corners of her mouth were raised at thirty degrees, revealing half of her shiny glutinous rice teeth. From the angle to the curvature, it was very perfect.
This woman is calm, lurking aside and waiting for an opportunity to spy, her eyes are calm and her smile is reasonable, and her acting skills will definitely be above average—the appraisal is complete.
"Sister Xue, you're being polite. Sister, I've always talked in human terms when I meet people, and talk nonsense when I meet ghosts." Meng Fuyao smiled modestly.
"No matter how demeanor everyone is, it's not as good as Sister Zi's favor and glory." Jian Xue, the daughter of Jian Shi, the doctor of the censor, looked at Meng Fuyao's face with concern, walked over with lotus steps, and waved her hand to the maid to see her off. Last basket.
"They are all things to replenish the body, my sister's complexion is not very good, please remember to cherish the jade body."
Meng Fuyao glanced at the basket, but didn't pick it up, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Xiaoan—"
A few days ago, the eunuch who was ordered by Xuanyuanmin to escort them came out, and now he is the personal eunuch who waits on Meng Fuyao. It is said that he was born into a poor boy and entered the palace. He is very cautious, but his expression is often a little tired. With a salute, Meng Fuyao said: "Sister, this basket is really beautiful. It must have been made by a famous craftsman in Beijing. I am already embarrassed to receive a gift in my life. Fortunately, I even took away my sister's beloved basket. Xiao An, go and get it in my house. Here comes the rattan basket of Pisces bestowed by the emperor, along with a copy of the pearl beauty powder given by His Majesty."
"That's so embarrassing..." Jian Xue's smile froze, but she still maintained her ladylike demeanor, she took the basket and thanked her and left. Meng Fuyao looked at her fleeing back, and stretched boredly.
Really, let’s just say that her acting skills are above average, and the level of her tricks is too low. We don’t need to use our own wisdom for this trick. Just relying on the scheming of the Golden Branch Desire Palace is enough to kill a large number of people. It’s not poisonous. , But there is a poisonous needle in the basket, if something happens in the future, if you destroy the basket while people are not paying attention, there will be no proof.
Still have to learn!
Meng Fuyao lazily walked back, seeing that the weather was good and the winter sun was sunny, he asked Xiao An to bring some snacks, sat in the yard and thought about his thoughts, wondering whether the people and events he had met in the past few years were too tough A little bit, so that this level of Gongdou looks like a child's play, and he wants to fight Beiye Xin to be the emperor, and everything in the middle school is waiting for him. Now the Dahan Xinhuang is going to explode in the small universe. Thinking of Zhan Beiye, he suddenly felt something was wrong , After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I seemed to be walking too hastily, so I just dumped him without saying hello
Meng Fuyao thought for a while without conscience, and then decided—it deserves it, who told him to tell someone to beat her up
Then I thought about Wuji's Yinwei. So far there is no news. Xuanyuan's border is too difficult to enter. In the past two years, there are very few openings to other countries. Poor Yinwei, although he is good at tracking, assassinating and spying on guards, but She also can't stand such a windy and irregular scurrying from various countries, chasing after her all day long, even if she can't catch up with her. to suffer.
Sigh... Thinking of this guy, she couldn't help sighing, and used sesame cakes to draw circles on the stone table, draw a big circle, draw a small circle, then draw a smaller circle, and then a big firework, boom .
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Don't ask her what she means, she doesn't know, haven't you heard the word "graffiti"
The sesame seeds on the sesame cakes all fell down, Meng Fuyao drooled and picked them up to eat one by one, uh... eat all the thoughts in his stomach...
After eating the sesame seeds on the table, she grabbed another pancake, and suddenly felt something was wrong—the pancake was four pieces just now, why are there only two pieces left now
Something rustled on the top of the head, and Meng Fuyao picked it up - a sesame seed.
She stared at the sesame for half a second, then raised her head and smiled: "Which greedy cat up there stole into my yard?"
"Me, me, me, me, me!" With the sound of brushing the leaves, a round face appeared, with round eyes, round mouth, round chin and round ears, Meng Fuyao's eyes darkened—Doraemon Have you crossed too
Doraemon showed a soft smile of seven sesame seeds to Meng Fuyao, and said stickyly: "Uh huh... Why is my sister's pancakes better than mine?"
Meng Fuyao's eyes were dark again—don't tell me this is also a backup candidate for the empress, the mother of Xuanyuan Kingdom is too out of the ordinary...
Wait, the youngest one in the draft is the youngest daughter of General Yangwei's family, sixteen-year-old Tang Yiguang...
The sesame seeds on the top of the head were still rustling, Tang Yiguang's version of Doraemon was slurring his words while not forgetting to chew the pancakes, Meng Fuyao hurriedly jumped out of her tormenting area, and heard her say: "Um... It's so big...how long..."
Meng Fuyao looked down at her own chest—isn't it? I’m only 34D. Of the two just now, one is at least 36D, and the other is estimated to be 38E. They haven’t reached the gate of the hospital, and their breasts are almost reaching the bed. Why does Tang Yiguang have such long eyes
Doraemon is stupid and has no vision and is still studying: "Umm...how long..."
Meng Fuyao collapsed - this one really should go to the nursery, not the palace.
The debris on the top of the head fell more violently, and there seemed to be a hole in Tang Yiguang's chin, and he was eating and leaking, while trying to catch another one with the fishing rod - she just used this method to catch a piece of pancake quietly.
Meng Fuyao stared at the hook dangling horribly above his head, and was really afraid that the doll would become unsteady and hook his ear, so he quickly hung up all the pancakes: "Please come down and eat, if you eat again, I will be full of you in my neck." sesame crumbs."
Tang Yiguang murmured, quickly stuffed the pancake into his mouth, chewed it bulgingly, and miraculously wiped out the pancake no smaller than her palm. He jumped down to the ground, looked up at Meng Fuyao, and said, "How about you?" Is there any?"
Meng Fuyao saw that she was capable of martial arts when she landed on the ground, his eyes flashed, he waved his hand and smiled and said: "Yes, but you have to tell me, why are you running up the tree?"
"Housekeeping..." Tang Yiguang licked the sesame seeds on his fingers, not sixteen years old at all, "Sit higher, and you can see home." She blinked, and a layer of mist quickly covered her eyes. Want to cry, "I miss home..."
Her eyes turned and turned on Meng Fuyao's chest, revealing: This Mimi looks like a mommy, can I also rely on her eyes...
Meng Fuyao jumped up, and called urgently: "Xiao'an, take a basket of pancakes to stop Miss Tang's tears..." Holding up her skirt, she ran away—seeing the secretive eyes of that girl, she was really afraid that this girl looked very milk-loving. The doll who is sad seeks comfort and rushes to gnaw on her tits...
She ran into the courtyard, closed the door with a bang, panted with her back against the door panel, and felt the feeling of "meeting an opponent" for the first time. Damn, she thought she was the first person in Xuanyuan Palace to meet ghosts, ghosts, gods, gods and gods... She is unstoppable, today a Doraemon has put her down.
There was a low laugh from someone beside him, Meng Fuyao turned his head, and saw An Mei holding the door frame and looking at her with a half-smile, she blushed, thinking that he wouldn't be able to see that scene just now, right? Half a yard away, An Mei said immediately: "...that kid is really blind..."
Meng Fuyao was furious, turned around and scolded: "It's better to be older than you!"
With a bang, Master Yuan Bao, who was eating sesame cakes, choked on the sesame seeds and fell to the ground...
Anmei was startled, her pale complexion turned slightly red, and Meng Fuyao felt that she had said something wrong again, and turned all over the ground with no holes to drill, and wanted to sneak into the inner room with a whimper, Anmei blocked her. At the door of the inner room, Meng Fuyao squeezed past him, but An Mei suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged her.
He is tall, and he stuffed the inner room door completely, Meng Fuyao couldn't squeeze through with his arms in such a way, and bumped into his arms, trying to break free, but he had already held her waist tightly, Resting her head on her hair, she said in a low voice: "I thought about not getting close to you... All I can bring you is deceit and conspiracy darkness..."
Meng Fuyao pressed his hands against his waist, refusing further contact with his body, thinking that none of you have brought me anything bright, righteous, positive, noble, right? But he immediately said unceremoniously: "Then get away from me quickly."
"But I've changed my mind now." Anmei ignored her, and reached out to grab her shoulder, "There is a kind of person who was born to break through the darkness, such as you, since no matter where you are, you are destined to be with these people." Deceit and conspiracy meet, since you are destined to be unable to get rid of those darkness, why can't it be me?"
"Are you having a fever again? What are you talking nonsense about?" Meng Fuyao reached out to touch his forehead, but Anmei grabbed his hand again. He pressed Meng Fuyao's palm to his face, and said clearly: "Yes, my heart is burning." Now, sober from burning."
The skin under the palm is not hot, even slightly cool, reminiscent of the deep snow on the distant mountains, just like this man with wild and beautiful beauty, his temperament has always been light and cold, but his breath is hot, his eyes are hot Yes, the hand that tightly squeezed Meng Fuyao's palm was hot, from the delicate and warm touch under the skin, to the empty and cool place in the heart.
The room was silent, a man and a woman stood facing each other, her palm pressed against his face, speechless, the air was quiet and beautiful beyond words.
After a while, An Mei turned her face to Meng Fuyao's palm, turned her soft and warm lips to her palm, and pressed it lightly.
Those warm and cool lips, soft brocade-like rose petals, or a beam of moonlight full of thoughts, brushing from the edge of the palm to the palm like that, trying to write on the closest place connected to the heart. The stories that belong to him, the patterns of the past treasured in the past, the tears in the agarwood crumbs, the faint fragrance in the old clothes in the lacquer box, the deep and shallow moss marks on the corners of the old house, those forgotten by the world, A memory he remembered and wanted to share with her.
My lip print, written in your palm, does not leave a deep imprint of the world, but I hope it can be branded in your heart.
A seal, a superficial touch, a seal, a matter of concern.
Immediately, An Mei let go of her hand, turned around, her clothes fluttered away, Meng Fuyao stood there in a daze, her hands clenched into fists, the slightly wet part of her palms quickly disappeared due to the warmth of her heart, She was shocked, but she couldn't let it go completely. Finally, she spread her hands and smiled helplessly.
Why is it that when Mao and the others become charming, they are all so fast that they can't hide their ears
Master Yuan Bao sat on the table, looked at Meng Fuyao with his chin resting, and thought helplessly, this girl has so many peach blossoms, why don't you try to tell my family? As a qualified peerless family favorite, it is very necessary from the perspective of defending all rights and interests of the master; as the sincere and sincere suitor of the master, Meng Fuyao's rival in love, from the perspective of exclusive and self-interested feelings, it is not necessary .
What a embarrassment...
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That night Xuanyuanmin rushed over again, Meng Fuyao blocked him in the room, beat him up first, then stomped on His Majesty's dragon's back, and asked viciously: "That Tang Yiguang, how did he get into the draft team? Does she qualify as the regent?" Does your queen request it?"
The Rabbit Master hummed happily stepping on Queen Meng's feet, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "You're right, it fits. She was born in a family of first-class military officials. When she was four years old, she accidentally landed on a horse and hurt her brain, but she also knows martial arts. Marrying into anyone's family is a hassle, but marrying me is a good fit—with such a simple, straightforward and clingy queen who knows martial arts, I will be tied to eighteen ropes, and I will never even think about turning over in my life."
Meng Fuyao smiled ambiguously, imagining the evocative scene where the little queen gnaws on the opera emperor, so much so... She smiled so obscenely, Master Rabbit turned around in doubt, Meng Fuyao immediately smiled and shouted: " So you threw this troublesome potato to me! Ms. Tang Guangguang, who can't be pushed, can't be scolded, can't be beaten, can't play scheming, it's useless.
"Long live, you are wise and powerful, you are invincible in every battle, but what is a mere brilliance?" Xuanyuanmin got up flatteringly, "I would like to be the vanguard of the long live horse, clearing the road and opening the mountains for you, sweeping the enemy and overcoming the enemy!" block..."
King Meng, who was squatting on his back and overturned by him suddenly, was about to get angry when he suddenly realized something was wrong, raised his eyebrows suspiciously and said, "Huh? What's wrong?"
"Tomorrow is the official draft. The Jiuyi Hall, the Regent and I will be here in person." Xuanyuanmin smiled charmingly, and patted King Meng on the shoulder.
"My Sangong and Sixth Courtyard, I beg you to burn them all, kill them all, and steal them all!"