The whole hall was in an uproar.
I'm really here to grab the queen...
With a sound of "bang", the old Shangshu finally couldn't bear today's horrifying post-closure incident, and passed out...
Xuanyuan Cheng's face finally changed, and he said sharply: "Emperor Dahan, you are going too far!"
Zhan Beiye sneered, crossed his chest, ignored the matter, stared at Meng Fuyao with burning eyes, and turned a blind eye to the anger and alarm of the whole hall.
All the ministers looked at Zhan Beiye in panic, at Xuanyuanmin who was still smiling and saying nothing above the throne, and finally all turned their attention to the center of the incident, the empress Meng Fuyao, the empress Meng Fuyao, who the emperors of the two countries were fighting for. .
Her slender back was shrouded in countless eyes full of curiosity, questioning, shock and fear, she remained motionless, her hand extended to catch Jin Bao paused in the air.
The slender and graceful hand is like an invisible thread that holds the eyes of countless people, tightly tying the high tension in the palace.
After a while, the slender hand slowly lowered, instead of continuing to pick up Jinbao, it pressed it on the incense table.
Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up, Mandian's civil and military expressions changed drastically, Xuanyuan Cheng's expression turned cold, but Xuanyuan Min suddenly started coughing lowly with his sleeves covering his face.
Among the various expressions, Meng Fuyao finally turned around.
She looked back gracefully, with a smile on her eyes, and said: "So it's His Majesty... It's just that I really don't like learning martial arts..."
Well…
Everyone was stunned, and before they realized the meaning of this sentence, Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed, and then he heard someone's voice in his ear, saying viciously: "Have you played enough? If you don't cooperate, my mother will die in this life." I will never forgive you!"
Zhan Beiye raised his eyes, looked at Meng Fuyao who had a graceful expression but fierce eyes, as if nothing had happened, he sent a voice transmission: "Don't blame the past?"
Meng Fuyao's eyes flew out of Xiao Li's flying knife, swishing straight in: "Don't blame!!"
Turning his thick black eyes, Zhan Beiye suddenly smiled again.
He smiled, smiling brightly, and said: "Oh, queen, you are still the same as you were many years ago."
Then he stepped back, stretched himself on the chair behind him, and spread his hands nonchalantly towards the man who was still immersed in a daze, and said: "When I saw the queen, I suddenly remembered that when the elder Luo Shanshang, I felt that I was kind to the queen." There is nothing to repay, and I saw that the queen is a good martial arts student. She once said that she would teach her a set of swordsmanship for self-defense. Unfortunately, the queen rejected my sword at that time, which made me leave in dismay. Wynn did not repay it. It is not what a man should do. Because, until now, I have kept it in my heart. When I saw her in the palace today, the queen's demeanor was the same as before. In an instant, the past was turbulent, and I couldn't help it..."
He frankly, indifferently, smiled without feeling guilty at all: "Just kidding."
"..."
The poor Minister of Rites had just been woken up by being pinched, and when he heard the last sentence, he rolled his eyes and passed away again.
Meng Fuyao caressed his arm quietly—it's really not the usual disgusting things that Zhan Crazy said...
Damn child, play with your mind!
He really didn't intend to disrupt her "wedding" at all, he was just afraid that she would be worried about the last incident of forced kisses and the Xiaoqi incident, and would still blame him for ignoring him, chasing and forcing her on purpose, forcing her to be helpless Next, forgive him in court.
Just for the sake of saying "forgive you", this is a battle against Beiye with the hearts of the courtiers in the wedding ceremony of the two countries!
Meng Fuyao was convinced that if she didn't express her innocence to Zhan Beiye, Zhan Emperor's reckless confession would really come out of the court.
With a helpless smile in his heart, Meng Fuyao raised his eyes to look at Xuanyuanmin. All the people in the hall, only Xuanyuanmin who was facing down and seeing everyone's eyes most clearly, was the calmest and calmest. Not only did he not speak from the beginning to the end. , didn't even show a look of anger and surprise—did he see that there was no anger and madness in Zhan Beiye's eyes
On the contrary, she herself, with her back turned to that guy, was forced by him to run all the way to "marry". She originally planned to meet in the future and make things right, but now she made him lose her temper... Damn it!
In the blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao saw Xuanyuan Cheng's breath rising and falling, his complexion pale and uncertain, his sleeves trembling slightly as he stood there, his eyes gloomy, and he immediately felt better—haha, I'm not the only one who got screwed, you guys are out of luck together.
She looked at Xuanyuan Cheng with a smile, thinking that Emperor Zhan was a good guy, he just had no scruples in doing things, and he didn't know what would happen if he changed a certain crown prince.
Xuanyuan Cheng adjusted his breath for a while before suppressing the chaotic anger. Anyway, the situation turned around suddenly, and it was just the moment when the donkey was going down the slope. Could it be that they would continue to argue and stir up trouble again
He waved his hand and said: "Please continue to preside over, Mr. Minister!"
Meng Fuyao turned around gracefully, calmly took the gold treasure from the trembling servant lord, saluted to the throne, and the ceremony was completed.
The moment she stood up gracefully, all the ministers in the hall let out a long breath and almost burst into tears.
It's not easy for this queen to be named...
Zhan Beiye only stared deeply at her back... When can she wear a phoenix crown and a phoenix robe for herself
Emperor Dahan turned his gaze to Qingming Changtian, and let out a long breath silently.
The road is long and long...beauties are like flowers separated by clouds!
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With such a "graceful past" as a foreshadowing, when the banquet was held in the front hall of Qinsheng Palace at noon, guests from all over the world were seated, the queen changed into a lighter common clothes, and when both of them attended the banquet with the emperor, Zhan Beiye toasted, It is very logical.
When the empress was walking towards him, he held up the gold bottle with a smile, but he was not like others, wishing some happy couples for a hundred years together, he just said: "I'm very sorry for disturbing the empress earlier, I haven't thanked the queen for saving my life many years ago, please allow me to toast the queen alone first, both as an apology and as a repayment."
Xuanyuanmin gave way slightly with a smile, and said very generously: "This is what it should be, please." Holding the wine glass, he went to talk to Yan Lie, the loyal and brave Lord of Shangyuan next door.
Meng Fuyao smiled and raised his wine glass to Zhan Beiye, his wide sleeves covered her face, and said viciously: "Zhan Beiye, you are too much—"
Zhan Beiye said, "It's so easy to find you!"
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was much haggard after not seeing Zhan Beiye for a few months, his eyes were black and bloodshot, even his cheekbones were a little protruding, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.
She looked back and thought about it, and felt that she was a bit too much. Although she was angry with him for leaving in a hurry, she should leave a letter before leaving.
Some things went wrong and caused him to suffer for no reason. Seeing him designing a sedan chair in the street today; regardless of his own safety, he broke into the palace of another country with the dignity of a country's emperor, and took the risk of playing with the civil and military affairs of another country, probably because he was really worried. She was too much , he just wanted to know her whereabouts, but in fact, even if he didn't engage in today's incident, seeing his haggard appearance, Meng Fuyao probably wouldn't bother.
She sighed and raised her glass to him. The two of them held the glasses, talking and laughing like they were "reminiscing about the old days", but they were actually talking about irrelevant things.
Zhan Beiye asked her: "Did you see Xiao Qi? I ordered him to come to you."
Meng Fuyao was startled, and said: "No, he came alone?"
Zhan Beiye frowned thickly, and said: "Those who make mistakes will naturally have to bear the responsibility." He told Xiao Qi's thoughts at the beginning, Meng Fuyao frowned after hearing this, and complained: "He is still a child, why did he treat him like this? What should I do if I really want to make a mess? Sigh..."
The two of them were on the Golden Palace, between raising their glasses, they briefly exchanged the situation, Zhan Beiye remained calm after listening, and only frowned slightly when Meng Fuyao mentioned An Mei.
At the end he said: "Just to save people, why do you want to be this fake queen? Why... alas..." He saw King Meng's expression in the middle of his sentence, he was helplessly restrained, and changed the subject: "Do you want to help Xuanyuanmin?" To overthrow Xuanyuan Cheng, I'm afraid that making wedding clothes for others in the future may not be beneficial to Zong Yue."
"Why is that so?" Meng Fuyao sneered, "Just watch."
The two golden cups bumped into each other, and each moved away, Meng Fuyao continued to toast, when Yan Lie was greeted, she smiled and said: "Shangyuan Yan's family is well-known all over the world, especially the young master of Yan's family, who is at the weakest age He is in charge of the Xuanyuan sect, and our palace is located in the north of Xuanyuan, and it has been famous for a long time."
A gloomy look flashed across Yan Lie's eyes, he bowed slightly, and said, "It's frightening that such a humble name is heard by the empress." He raised his glass and drank the wine quickly, not as if he was drinking, but as if he was drinking What bitter brew.
Meng Fuyao glanced at him thoughtfully, she has been busy recently, and there has been no news of Yan Jingchen for a long time, and she doesn't know what is going on with Young Lord Yan, who she killed his wife and master, but look at what happened today How about a test
The next table was Xuanji's guests, who turned out to be the old man of Zhenwu, Xuanji's Cheng'an County Wang Huayan who was defeated by Yunhen's sword, and beside him sat his wife, Xuanji's eighth princess Feng Yuchu.
When Meng Fuyao saw Princess Xuanji, she wanted to give her head a head. Fortunately, the eighth princess was normal—compared to Folian, everyone was normal.
Her status is higher than her husband's, so she stood up first, toasted Xuanyuanmin and Meng Fuyao, and apologized: "My country's lord is ill and cannot come in person, please ask me to congratulate your majesty."
Is old man Feng sick? Heartbroken by the death of Folian? Oh, Xuanji, a bunch of sons and daughters, all of whom have the right to inherit the throne, once the imperial power changes, don't the babes break their heads for that seat? Tsk tsk... At this critical moment, the princess was sent out for diplomacy—is she out
Meng Fuyao smiled, drank it all, "Happy together, happy together."
After the toast, the gifts from various countries are mostly gold, silver and jewelry. The weight is large, the sincerity is not thoughtful, and the most shameless is the largest country, Dahan, who directly moved a golden Buddha. The big one is big and the workmanship is rough. Very, I don’t know which family workshop Emperor Dahan made it in. Meng Fuyao glanced at Zhan Beiye who was drinking with a straight face and exuding an unapproachable temperament, thinking that it would be nice if he could give gifts. Look at the little face On that depressed death.
In the end, there was a gift that attracted everyone's attention.
from Promise.
The relationship between Xuanyuan and Wuji is not very good. It is normal for Emperor Xuanyuan not to send envoys to congratulate him. Even Xuanyuan did not invite him, so this gift entrusted to Shangyuan attracted everyone's interesting eyes.
The heavily wrapped light purple brocade box was shiny and smooth under the light of the night pearl, Meng Fuyao saw the color of the box, and his heart beat involuntarily.
The box was opened layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, Yan Lie, who opened the box with his own hands, blushed... Wuji came to ask, why didn't he say so many layers of wrapping when he picked up the gift from the border
However, Meng Fuyao remembered that in Yaocheng, Wuji presented ingots on the night of the waltz, and the boxes were layer upon layer, layer upon layer...
She smiled slightly, for something that may be a coincidence or intentional.
After laughing, she made a bitter face again, and squeezed that damn child Yuan Bao through the sleeve—she remembered that Wuji said that he hadn't heard from her for a while, but now it seems that he actually got it? In what way? Did the rat do it
The mouse crouched in her sleeve and rolled her eyes, thinking, "Is it easy for me?" Is it easy for me? God knows how difficult it is to overcome the selfishness and exclusivity of love, to overcome the selfishness and exclusiveness of the gods and rats, and to send letters to the master. God knows how easy it is to send large-volume emails across such a long distance to a barren mountain area where the signal is not covered. disconnected...
The box was finally opened when everyone's eyes were about to drop, and there was only a small light purple brocade pouch left. .
Everyone: "..."
Xuanyuanmin said with a smile: "The Proud Prince of the Wuji Kingdom has heard that he is extremely talented and behaves very differently from others. Now it seems that he is really different, very different..."
Everyone laughed: "Very different... very different..."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, she didn't like Xuanyuanmin's sarcastic tone!
Originally, I just wanted her to understand it alone. Anyway, Changsun Wuji didn't intend to let others understand it at all, but now, she is not happy!
The box was about to be taken away, Meng Fuyao suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up the brocade pouch, pulled the ribbon from the mouth of the pouch, and flipped over the brocade pouch.
The brocade bag in her hand suddenly became a brocade handkerchief.
The texture of the brocade handkerchief is so sparse that the horizontal and vertical threads can be seen clearly, but it does not damage the exquisite pattern at all. On the contrary, because of the sparseness, it is a bit more hazy and layered. Meng Fuyao held it far away in the palm of his hand and stretched it out.
Everyone said "oh-".
It was actually a picture of a man and woman dressed as royal family, leaning on a railing on the top of the palace to watch the sea.
In the picture, the sea and the sky are the same color, and the clouds are brilliant. Under the rays of the sun, the cornices and brackets of the golden palace and jade palace are like clouds, and the smoke is lingering on the pavilions. There are elegant men and women who are noble, smiling and leaning on each other, looking side by side to the sea and sky. At the place, the man stretched out his finger to the sky, while the woman raised her small jaw slightly and gazed affectionately.
With just one finger and one side of the head, the beauty here is silent on the picture.
A word flashed through everyone's minds: Immortal couple.
Other than that, there seems to be no words to describe it.
After being stunned for a while, Yan Lie came back to his senses first, and said with a smile: "The couple of gods and immortals, it is really suitable to compare with the Empress Xuanyuan."
Everyone woke up and said yes again and again, but some reacted quickly and thought suspiciously, the faces of the men and women have not been woven, and they look alike in appearance, but Xuanyuan is an inland country, and there is no sea around. Hai, where did you come from
Meng Fuyao looked at the material of the brocade handkerchief in his hand.
This is a branch of the Wuji silver brocade, a rare and precious variety. After the hall scolded Buddha Lotus, the eldest grandson Wuji mentioned it to her.
"Thousand silk brocade".
The latitude and longitude are distinct, and there are thousands of threads.
Qiansi, Qiansi.
Horizontal is also thinking, vertical is also thinking.
Meng Fuyao gently squeezed the silk brocade that seemed sparse but smooth in the palm of his hand, a smile that was more hazy and flowing than the picture of a couple of gods and couples flashed in his eyes... Changsun Wuji, Changsun Wuji, wishing himself and his wife gods at their wedding Couple, let others thank you, and only you can do it.
But for some reason, my heart, which had been heavy because of Xuanyuan's crisis, complicated and confusing situation, gradually cleared up...
Putting away the presents one by one, Meng Fuyao accompanied Xuanyuanmin with a peaceful smile, and walked around the hall to toast. The lights were brimming with strings and bamboos. , jade belt and golden crown, the emperor and empress who are like immortals and people walk slowly, the fragrance is fragrant and colorful, and the clouds are steaming.
At night, fireworks are set off above the water pavilion in the imperial garden, and twelve clusters of rich and precious golden flowers rise in the dark blue night sky, and then bloom gracefully, blooming in deep purple, gold, red, emerald, green, precious blue, bright yellow crow and blue. Those hydrangeas, peonies, wintersweets, orchids, wintersweet, chrysanthemums, peaches, apricots, and plums are clustered in full bloom above the long sky, and then reflected in the water color streamer on Yudai Lake, thousands of waves sparkling and colorful, and the shadows of people and flowers are chaotic like tides.
The fireworks were scattered in the middle of the night, and the empress on the throne of the water pavilion, leaning on the railing with a smile on her face, watched the fireworks brightly and colorfully. All kinds of changing colors are extremely vivid, but they can't match the endlessly flowing divine light in her eyes.
She looked at the fireworks, but her eyes looked further away through the fireworks.
On the other side of the water pavilion, a man in a black brocade robe stood in a corner with his hands behind his back, refusing to participate in the surprising splendor of this prosperous age, but standing as far away as a rock, staring deeply at that slender figure.
Farther away from the water pavilion, somewhere in the imperial palace, a man in women's attire is silently raising his head. In his glazed eyes, thoughts are changing and changing.
In the winter of the twelfth year of Zhaoning, the last fireworks were extinguished, and it was extremely prosperous.
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In addition to the bustling fireworks in Shili Mile, Xiaoqi in the market is still waiting for Eunuch Zhao.
He waited for a whole day without eating or drinking water. Some people couldn't see it and persuaded him: "Today, Eunuch Zhao must be very busy. Go back and come back tomorrow."
Xiao Qi nodded and continued to wait, where can he go back
In the evening, a man from the palace waited for him, but it was not Eunuch Zhao. The imperial dining room needed hard-working eunuchs, and Eunuch Li of the imperial dining room came to recruit people.
Recruiting hard labor eunuchs is different from recruiting handymen to work in the outer palace. It is for power. It's really embarrassing for a strong man to be recruited.
I accidentally saw Xiao Qi squatting in the corner with a dazed face. Seeing that he was young but well-built, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he went up and asked, "We need a handyman, will you go?"
Xiao Qi’s eyes immediately lit up—a handyman, last time Eunuch Zhao also said he wanted him to be a handyman, he was afraid that he was going to be a eunuch, but later he specifically asked him that he was not a eunuch, he was working in the palace, since he was not a eunuch, of course he would go .
He has been wandering for a long time, and he also knows some tricks in personnel affairs, so he carefully confirmed: "Handy?"
"Handy boy, hard work." Eunuch Li replied.
"I go!"
"Okay." Eunuch Li smiled brightly, "Our family still has something to do, so I'll give you a list. In two days, you can go to the Palace Rensi in Tiejia Hutong outside the palace gate to look for our family. Our family name is Li."
Xiaoqi nodded, took the list and strode away, thinking in his heart, where should he sleep tonight? There is a bridge at the Huguo Temple that can keep out the wind, so let's go there.
He had no money--did three days' worthless work and ran away without any money, and besides he had forgotten what money looked like.
Xiao Qi's steps thumped heavily on the long street, rejoicing that there is a place that can shelter him from the wind and rain tonight, and rejoicing that he can enter the palace tomorrow to find Meng Fuyao and beat him.
After she finishes fighting, he can go back to find His Majesty.
Not far from Huguo Temple is the Post Palace, which is an intersection point from one end of the long street to the other.
The long street is silent, and the blue-black road surface is illuminated by distant lights like the water surface of an abyss. The daytime flower scenes on both sides of the road are desperately lively for a while, but they can't withstand the cold wind all day in winter, and they all wither and curl slightly. The crimson and golden petals with yellow borders swirled and floated down from the branches, shivering pitifully in the cold wind, stepping on the soles of pedestrians, and there was a bit of desolation with the prosperity gone.
Zhan Beiye is returning from the palace.
He stepped on the fallen flowers with his horseshoe, but he didn't feel the beautiful fragrance that hadn't dissipated. He was rather depressed.
In any case, His Majesty must be in a bad mood today. The so-called calmness and indifference are all in order not to affect King Meng's plan. No man sees his beloved woman standing beside other men, accepting congratulations in the name of other men's wives Will be indifferent, even if it is fake.
He played a trick on Xuanyuan court, but in his heart, why didn't he hope that there would be another answer to that sentence
Heifengqi was silent, thinking about the expulsion of Xiao Qi, the exile of Ji Yu, and the departure of Changhan with broken arms, and the departure of His Majesty's left and right arms because of King Han...Your Majesty, it's so lonely...
Zhan Beiye was just silent, raising his head and waving his whip carelessly.
A hurried figure with head bowed suddenly brushed past his horse, ragged and dusty.
Zhan Beiye's whip froze—this shadow looked a bit like Xiao Qi.
However, in an instant he smiled disapprovingly—Xiao Qi has never bowed his head in his life, this rebellious child never wants to bend his head, and he once made fun of his neck being made of King Kong, he would rather bend it than bend it.
The ragged man hurriedly lowered his head and rubbed his shoulders as he passed by.
Fighting Kitano is like being struck by lightning!
There is a man, because of his bleak life experience, he was raised by wolves, and some of the beastly habits carved in his life cannot be changed even after passing through the world. When his neck itches, he forgets that he has hands, but rubs his head with his head like an animal.
Little Seven!
Zhan Beiye stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy's shoulder.
Xiao Qi, who was in deep thought, couldn't prevent him from grabbing him, and suddenly looked back and was about to get angry. When he saw Zhan Beiye in a blink of an eye, he rushed over with a yelp.
He pounced so fiercely, as if he was going to knock Zhan Beiye off his horse. Zhan Beiye swayed, stabilized his figure, bent over to hug him, and wanted to get off the horse, but Xiao Qi clung to his legs tightly, He buried his head and remained motionless.
After a while, Zhan Beiye felt that the bottom of his trousers, where Xiao Qi rested, was slightly wet.
The moist feeling became more and more obvious, soaking through the jacket and directly entering the skin of the body.
At last it flowed into his heart.
Zhan Beiye lowered his head, looked at the silent child who was holding his leg, trying to suppress the child who could still see the slight shrug of his shoulders, and saw that his head was covered with dust, and he was wearing tattered clothes that were no longer suitable for today's solar terms more than two months ago. There are bloodstains and calluses on the ground because I am not used to working and holding tools in the wrong posture.
Seeing that everything about him has changed, except for the whip on his back, which is still firmly on his back, and even the position has not moved.
More than two months... This child who had been abandoned, had only him and Hei Fengqi in his life, but was ruthlessly expelled by him again, what kind of troubled and miserable years did he go through
Hei Fengqi remained silent, turning their faces away with faint faces.
Zhan Beiye raised his head.
The pale moonlight in winter illuminates the strong and heroic eyes of Emperor Dahan, who was never broken by wind and rain.
For a long time, meandering water droplets slowly flowed down between the eyebrows and eyes, and the water droplets converged into a ditch on the slightly haggard face, and then dripped slowly, dripping into the messy hair of the silently whimpering child.
To the pain, speechless.
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That night, on the long street with fallen leaves in foreign countries, people embracing and crying stood for a long time, until the cold wind blew the thinly clad child trembling.
Zhan Beiye immediately took off his cloak and put it on Xiao Qi, asking him, "Where do you live now?"
Xiaoqi was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while, Zhan Beiye immediately understood, sighed more remorsefully, and said, "Follow me back to the posthouse."
Xiao Qi shook his head, and touched the list given by Eunuch Li in his sleeve—his work has not been completed yet, and he still has to go to the palace.
Zhan Beiye caught a glimpse of his movement and asked, "What's in your sleeve?"
Xiao Qi said: "Your Majesty, that is an uncle I met in the Prince Regent's Mansion. He is a good man. I pawned for him today. I have to give him his money and pawn ticket. After I bid farewell to that uncle, I'll come again."
He told this lie fluently - a few days ago there was a small worker in the palace who wanted to go out to sneak out, and he used this word, he remembered it.
Zhan Beiye never thought that this child would be able to tell lies after being homeless for two months, so he nodded and said, "Remember to come here." Then he ordered the guards to step aside and gave him money before letting him go.
He rode away with the black wind, walked a few steps and looked back at Xiaoqi. The child was standing alone on the long street with the silver in his hands, staring up at his back. on the ground.
Zhan Beiye had a sore nose, and when he turned his head, he thought to himself, this kid has suffered a lot, and when he comes back, he will make up for it...
He was waiting for Xiao Qi in the posthouse, but before he came back, even Ji Yu's secret agent who arranged to follow Xiao Qi lost him because of his laxity.
Fate has its own arrangements around every corner.
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On the second day, when Xiaoqi walked towards the Palace Rensi with the list in her hands, ignorant of the terrifying prospect waiting for her, Xuanyuan's new empress "Yu Wenzi" ushered in her first important event after entering the palace.
The new empress is the first to stand, and all the palaces greet you.
Meng Fuyao was upset, and decided to let the women of Xuanyuan's family make a quick decision. She sharpened her knife and prepared to kill chickens.
Xuanyuanmin thought that she was going to kill a chicken for the monkey to see, so he gave the harem a blow first, Meng Fuyao took a breath, and laughed with white teeth: "There is no such thing as killing a chicken for the monkey to see, if you are not good, then no one will have a good life as a monkey. "
She said word by word, calmly:
"It's all chicken!"