"I ask for New Year's money." A pair of snow-white hands spread out on the long table, holding a special big red envelope, which is very big, with a radius of three feet.
A snow-white ball was squatting next to the snow-white hand, and it immediately imitated a fat pocket, which was very wide, ten inches long and wide.
One person and one mouse salivated, staring at the benefactor opposite with burning eyes.
The gold master leisurely leaned on the back of the chair, tapped his fingers on the table, first glanced at a certain ball lightly, and said, "Yuanbao, from you, I finally fully understand the meaning of the black who is close to ink."
The depraved master Yuan Bao went to the corner to draw circles in shame.
The mighty King Meng has never had such words as "retire without fighting" or "ashamed of himself" in his dictionary, and he still handed the red envelopes obstinately, with a wretched smile: "The request is not high, only a thousand taels of silver is required. The banknotes will fill this package, I believe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely not refuse my small request."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiled, raised his long eyelashes to look at her, and said, "Don't worry, no one in the world will dare to treat you badly, King Meng."
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao held his chin.
"I'm worried about your rabbit running around."
Meng Fuyao grinned, and said: "It's really effective to say these words from Ji Yu's ice cube... Hey, why is he the one who leads my king's army? Zhan Beiye doesn't want him anymore?"
"Maybe." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said maliciously: "You have to know that there are cases in the imperial courts of various countries. In Ji Yu's situation, he cannot be an official."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him with a smile, and said, "Shameless, shameless."
The eldest grandson Wuji said modestly, "Thank you, thank you."
Meng Fuyao was helpless, a certain prince's skin was as thick as a city wall, and his heart was as black as ink. It was better to expect Zhan Beiye to dance naked in public than to expect him to find out, so he changed the subject: "Hey, are we going to He Xuanji's throne? It didn't say who the heroine Xuanji is."
"I don't know." Changsun Wuji said, "It's surprising that the heroine's name is not written, and I don't know which game Feng Xuan is playing."
"Is Feng Xuan not dead?" Meng Fuyao was stunned, "Which position will the new king succeed?"
"Being the Supreme Emperor, there are many examples like Wuzhou Continent. Earlier, Taiyuan had too many sons, and the old emperor had to avoid the position because of the competition for the position. Now Xuanji not only has more sons but also many daughters. Naturally, it is even more troublesome. " Changsun Wuji smiled, and said again: "But from my point of view, things are not that simple."
"How many babies are there? I've only seen three."
"Eight men and nine women, more earlier, but the damn ones are all dead."
"It's really giving birth..." Meng Fuyao sighed, "It's litter after litter like piglets."
The eldest grandson Wuji glanced at her, with a half-smile in his eyes, and said for a while, "Since you cause trouble everywhere, let me give you a brief introduction to the group of piglets."
"It's not necessary," Meng Fuyao knocked on the table, squinting his eyes and smiling, "Is there anyone who is oppressed and bullied and needs my old man to join us to help grab the throne? Ah... Brother Yunhenyun, it seems that there is a distance from the throne, right? "
"Things in this world are very difficult to say." Changsun Wuji smiled, "It is possible that Xuanji will not allow Xuanji to cry and ask you to be emperor when she sees your majestic and heroic appearance."
"This statement makes sense." Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, and waved his hand, "Let's listen to it."
"The queen's two sons and two daughters are the most competitive. Then there are the two daughters and one son of Concubine Rong. Among them, the eldest princess and the eldest son are both under her name. Concubine Ning's family is powerful, and her third prince is also quite powerful. , It is said that people are also versatile in civil and military affairs, so they are very favored by Fengxuan, as for other concubines and even the children born to palace maids, there are many talented people, but after all, because of the inherent limitations of the mother's status, just pay attention to it."
"That's not right..." Meng Fuyao looked down at the information on Xuanji's princes and daughters in his hand, and said in astonishment: "Xuanji's princes and daughters are all very old, why is it that the queen's children are the youngest? After the queen, the concubines have nothing to do This is unreasonable, considering Fengxuan's age at that time, it would not be impossible for her to have children. Could it be that the wife married too many children and had too many children, and got tired of it?"
"Fengxuan's current empress is the successor, much younger than Fengxuan and the other concubines," the eldest grandson Wuji smiled meaningfully, "he is famous all over the world for being jealous and fierce."
Meng Fuyao laughed loudly, and said, "Concubine Wan Gui?"
The eldest grandson Wuji looked at her questioningly, Meng Fuyao shook his hand and said, "It's nothing, I remembered a certain period of history, the jealous concubine Wan Gui didn't allow other women to have princes, it's really the same as Queen Xuanji, haha."
A thought flashed through her mind for a moment, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, she saw Changsun Wuji staring at her deeply, and said, "Which country and dynasty is your history in Fuyao?"
Meng Fuyao choked for a moment, and once he relaxed his mind, he slipped the tongue again, but Changsun Wuji said again: "Fuyao, don't mention your weird history in front of others from now on."
Meng Fuyao let out an oh, didn't think deeply about Changsun Wuji's words, thought it would be better to say less, stood up, stretched his waist and said: "I'm hungry, let the shop serve the food, alas, a lonely New Year's Eve dinner .”
She leaned her head out of the window, looked at the lights of Wanjia Rongrong outside the inn, and heard the faint sound of toasting and changing glasses in the distance, and sighed leisurely: "I have never had a big table to eat New Year's Eve." The year of supper…”
"Who told you to run so fast?" Changsun Wuji patted her on the head, "You have to leave Kunjing yesterday, otherwise Zong Yue will definitely let Manchu Wenwu accompany you to drink in Chengming Palace tonight."
"Forget it then." Meng Fuyao sighed, "I don't want to stay in Kunjing. Seeing the devastation, seeing the blood that hasn't been wiped away under the corner of the wall, and seeing the half-burned Lintian Building, I will Thinking of the father and daughter hanging on the fourth floor... Xuanyuan Cheng deserved to die, but Xuanyuan Yun was wrong? In short... it's all my sin."
She leaned her hands on the window sill, staring at the peaceful lights of this small town near the border of Xuanyuan, and smiled wistfully for a while and said: "The ruins of buildings can be rebuilt, but the ruins of people's hearts are irreparable... But the more Wang Zong can give the people a rest, but the more Wang Zong He can be an obedient emperor..."
"Fuyao." The man's voice behind him was gentle, and then her heart warmed up, and she had been embraced into his arms. With her back pressed against his chest, she felt the heartbeat under the skin and clothes was calm, powerful and broad. Listening quietly, in his warmth and rhythm, I feel that my heavy heartbeat is gradually relieving, like flowing water, with the same rhythm as him, like a string on a finger, clean and elegant, dispelling the cold night in the small town. At the end of the New Year's Eve A little lonely.
"Anyway, I'm here."
Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, watching Changsun Wuji's figure being hit by the candlelight on the wall in front of her, a slender silhouette, she slowly stretched out her fingers, and slowly drew a picture at the heart of the silhouette. a heart.
Um... I know you're there.
Neither of them spoke, quietly watching the dark night outside the downstairs window, listening to the time quietly passing by in the hourglass, and gradually approaching the new year.
Meng Fuyao smiled lightly, thinking, it's good if there's no excitement and warmth.
When the hourglass was about to run out, fireworks suddenly flashed in the southwest corner of the city, and a red light leaped into the night sky with a "pop", the red light quickly lit up the blue night, and Meng Fuyao's eyes were illuminated.
"call out!"
"call out!"
One after another, red lights shone like stars in the city, more and more, and gradually formed a piece. The red lights are not expensive fireworks that can only be used in the imperial city, but ordinary firecrackers used by ordinary people, but there are many , Every household, firecrackers everywhere, the sound of firecrackers in the city crackled into one piece, the moment the hourglass ran out, countless red lights bloomed over the small town, reflecting the blue sky, like deep red and gorgeous double cherry blossoms blooming in the sky, and When those red bands of light swayed and swayed down from the sky, they were like long red manjushas falling down from the clouds.
Under the bright light, the sound of doors opening suddenly sounded from all over the streets, and adults and children from all families came out laughing and carrying lanterns, holding more or less firecrackers in their hands. Those floating lights meander slowly in all the streets, like starlight springs from the Milky Way, flowing one after another through this small town that was just covered in darkness and silence.
The border town lights up in an instant.
Meng Fuyao stared blankly, seeing the bustling heart of this city, seeing the black meridians of this city being instantly filled with bright lights, she would not think it was just a coincidence, the border town was barren, and the best inns in the city were only It's just a simple wooden bed, the white stubble of the wood is exposed, and it creaks when you sleep on it. The lives of the common people are particularly poor, and it is impossible for every family to afford firecrackers. She remembered that when she passed the government office when she went to the city to stay, she saw the common people queuing up I was receiving something, I thought it was just the New Year's relief from the government, and I didn't think much about it except that there were so many people queuing up. Now it seems that they are distributing firecrackers to the people in the city, just for this New Year's Eve, old and new At the moment of the alternation, the city is full of prosperity.
Because of her arrival, a city was lit up.
That huge firework was presented for her by a man in white clothes like snow. He knew that she didn't want to experience such prosperity in the imperial city where the blood was still there, but he yearned for the warmth of reunion and was afraid of the lonely loneliness, so he chose Such a method illuminates her lonely eyes that have just been touched.
Meng Fuyao's eyes were very bright, shining with the swaying silky light of red manjusha that filled the sky.
That year, she gave a person a liveliness.
This year, another person took pains to send her a lively event.
All the good intentions in this world are so precious that people want to sigh after they are happy.
Behind her, eldest grandson Wuji gently embraced her, watching the city full of brilliance together, thinking lightly in his heart, in fact, he also had such a plan, but at least in other people's land, at least by his side, forget it...
However, it is enough to be moved for a while.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who thought he was very generous, gently pushed Meng Fuyao who was standing in front of the window, and admired with satisfaction the flowery lips that were unconsciously parted, and then kissed him deeply.
Fireworks are like fire, the city is full of lush greenery, and the sky is covered with crimson red, reflecting the brilliant light on the second floor window of the inn in the small city. The slender man and the delicate woman embrace each other and stand tightly, forming a natural scenery like weeping willows.
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Such a year has passed.
Meng Fuyao walked from her bloody eighteen-year-old to nineteen-year-old with an unknown future in the middle.
Compared with the blankness and emptiness of a year ago, or three thousand years ago, she felt that although she encountered frequent hardships, she was becoming more and more full.
She has been here, leaving the most vivid traces of herself. Wuzhou Dalu will remember her as she remembers her distant past life.
Meng Fuyao smiled softly, and led the horse along the quiet dawn of the small town and the empty long street.
After the carnival last night, everyone was sleeping behind closed doors this morning. Meng Fuyao walked all the way through the broken red firecrackers and confetti, and felt a kind of tenderness in the delicate touch.
He went out of the city gate smoothly, drove all the way, and handed in the customs clearance order before the Xuanyuan border city gate. When Meng Fuyao passed the city gate, he looked up at the city gate.
There are three sword holes there, but the blood of that day has already been washed away. Right here, more than three months ago, the other Zong Yue in black used the cunning and fierceness of the world's number one killer to teach her how to get away with it.
She's not a very good student, she'll be smacked at by others.
The steed galloped up the hill, and she slowly reined in the horse and looked back. On that night, she and Tie Cheng lay in this position, watching the streamlined and sharp figure of the man in black in front of him, watching him cut through the night like a sharp blade The beautiful figure like silk satin is cut open.
That guy Zongyue's figure is really drooling...
Meng Fuyao showed a face like a pig brother, and smiled lewdly, thinking that that guy is probably sitting on the high and unreliable throne right now, busy sorting out the ministers to appease and stabilize the ministers, and at the same time eliminating dissidents and consolidating the throne
The most outstanding man in Wuzhou Continent should sit where he should sit.
She smiled and turned the horse's head.
Suddenly, there was a sound of leisurely music in the distance.
It is thick and simple, mournful and melodious, different from the bright flute of Qingyue flute, but it tastes like tea when it whirls back and forth.
The plum blossom-like six-churn snow swirls down with the desolate and distant Xun sound, and falls on Meng Fuyao's black eyebrows purely and transparently, like a green feather covered with lightly white butterflies, and then melts silently, moistening the delicate nostalgic mood.
Changfeng, ancient road, Liren, Xun sound.
A song "Remembering the Old".
Who are you remembering, and who is your old friend? The song that was played to her on the top of the gazebo in Dahanqian Mansion, and the past that was told to her, now all turn into snowflakes that float over the weeds above the border garrison gate, and then quietly melt between Yiren's eyebrows, turning into a drop of remembrance tear stains.
At this moment, she is outside the city, reining in her horse and half turning around in the wind and dust. He is in the city, and he is also a fluttering dust sent from thousands of miles away. Listening to a farewell Xun, watching the sky and the earth become one color, I think of the man with glazed eyes or cherry-colored lips; he is in the city, his white clothes are like the ancient Xun with golden-red cloud and dragon pattern lightly in the snow, smooth and thick The Xun body shone with a faint divine light in his palm, and he blew it in such a way that he thought of her eagerness to pounce in the palace... the burning rocket on the top of the palace... her hand blocking his head when the long sword penetrated... hard work The pail bed... the delicate fingers when applying the medicine... the gentle kiss in the palm... the moment of embracing under the courtyard wall... the slap of the skillful play... the slamming shock of her grief and anger hitting his chest... Chongxing Palace The wish made by the falling red lanterns... the first and perhaps the last time in my life to spend a year alone with her.
Those days when we share weal and woe and cannot be replaced in this life.
The dangerous journey of being accompanied day and night and holding hands.
From then on, his life went to the pinnacle of honor, but his feelings were washed away, and he thanked him for his dance skirt.
The snow is falling and the sky and the earth are white. In the snow on the ancient road, there is someone wearing a frosty white Xun, and in the snowflakes in the Yinshan Mountains, someone is listening quietly with half-rolled skirts.
One end, the two are silent.
Meng Fuyao watched from afar in the direction of the city gate, but there was no sign of anyone on the top of the city. She was silent for a while, then pulled out the "Slaying Heaven", and flicked her finger on the black and dark blade.
"Om—"
The sound of Qingkong Ruiyi spread, and went straight into the sky, Meng Fuyao smiled slightly in that direction, and turned the horse's head lightly.
The road was winding, and the horse's flying hooves galloped away on the snow of Guanshan Mountain. The Qingyue echo that belonged to her clanging temperament rang for a long time at the top of the empty city.
In the city, a man in white clothes and fur fur slowly put down the xun in his hand, and gently stroked the smooth body of the xun with his slender fingers.
His light and elegant brows, a smile like snow in the sky, cool and quiet.
Swinging, take care.
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After crossing the border of Xuanyuan Kingdom, at a reasonable distance that did not cause any disturbance in Xuanyuan, one can see a mass of black human heads from a distance, and there are vaguely some people whose clothes are like fire, igniting the cold and snowy atmosphere.
Emperor Ganqing Dahan has been patrolling the border and is still waiting to pick her up.
Meng Fuyao reined in his horse with a terrible headache, stroked his forehead, and said, "There are tigers in front and wolves in back, and a fox by my side, why am I so miserable..."
Master Yuan Bao was wearing a small cloak on her shoulders, with rolling black eyes, she thought: You heartless bastard, you don't think there are too many people when you use someone.
There was no other way, Meng Fuyao himself knew that it was easier to invite God than to give it away, so he sniffed and stepped forward, saying, "Ah, the weather is so nice today, Your Majesty is out hunting?"
Zhan Beiye's dark eyes only stared at her, and said, "I came out to hunt rabbits."
Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of her mouth—it is said that hunting rabbits has become synonymous with robbery.
"I don't have anything on my body, and my pockets are empty." Meng Fu shook his hands, "There is really nothing that His Majesty can take a fancy to."
"You're fine." Zhan Beiye looked at Meng Fuyao's eldest grandson Wuji as nothing, and answered simply and directly.
Meng Fuyao raised her eyes and looked at Zhan Beiye's dark army belonging to her own King Han, and wondered with a headache if she could not confess her love so casually regardless of time, place and occasion? You must know that so many of her future subordinates are listening.
"I heard that you are going to Xuanji." Zhan Beiye didn't wait for her to answer, "Where are you going to take the road?"
"If you cross Yaocheng, you can go to Xuanji by water." The eldest grandson Wuji who answered the words said with a smile, "Fuyao hasn't been back to Yaocheng for a long time."
"You can directly enter Xuanji from the three counties of the Changhan fief." Zhan Beiye looked up and refused to give an inch, "Fuyao has never even returned to her fief."
Meng Fuyao stroked his forehead again... It's not a good thing to buy too many properties in various places...
"This matter is for Fuyao to decide." It was Zhan Beiye who said this, and Meng Fuyao looked up in surprise, but he seemed to add a sentence casually, "The Empress Dowager came out with me to relax in Wuqing County, fifty miles away. Zhu Bi, she hopes to see you, she is not in good health, I dare not let her follow the army, now she is waiting for you there."
Meng Fuyao stared at him... Zhan Beiye, you even started playing tricks!
This is the nearest border of the Three Kingdoms. If you want to take Dahan or Wuji, you can only decide from here. It is also the most convenient place to go to Wuji. Once you arrive in Wuqing County, there is no border gate, and you have to go back and forth if you go to Wuji. There is absolutely no way. Go to Wuqing and then go back from Wuji.
Zhan Beiye seemed to let her make up her own mind, but in fact, she quietly gave her a hand. Going to Wuqing County is equivalent to leaving from Dahan. If she didn't go to Wuqing County, how could she have the heart to let the sick Queen Mother wait
Damn Zhan Beiye, how can he get his mother out
Zhan Beiye understood her gaze, raised his eyebrows and said, "Where did you go, the queen mother hasn't gone out for many years, she wanted to come out to relax."
Meng Fuyao glared at him—yes, she came out to relax by herself, but she wouldn't suddenly be sober enough to choose Wuqing County to stay
Zhan Beiye met her gaze happily and fearlessly, Meng Fuyao was helpless, she didn't think it was so important where to go, but she felt that it seemed a bit wrong to make such a decision in front of so many people. Said: "Since the Empress Dowager Dahan wants to see you, let's go to Wuqing County."
Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, and looked gratefully at Changsun Wuji, who smiled slightly at her, revealing, "When it's time to make concessions, make concessions. In fact, sometimes you can retreat even if you advance. It doesn't matter where you go. What matters is to declare sovereignty. "'s meaningful gaze.
Meng Fuyao grinned at him, revealing a contemptuous look of "For you, there is no most treacherous, only more treacherous and black-bellied, you are humble and second, no one dares to admit that you are the first".
Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed in the eyes of the two of them. He suddenly raised his whip, pointed to the Wuji Kingdom not far in front of him, and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness, if the Dahan army steps over the boundary marker from here at this moment, Sending troops to the south, inviting you Wuji, both civil and military, to my Pandu as a guest, how does it feel?"
"Crack—"
As soon as the words were finished, dozens of long swords appeared across the sky, and the snow-colored flashes flashed, intersecting and cutting into a turbulent net of light, which firmly shrouded Zhan Beiye under the sword net.
While the sword light was flashing, grandson Wuji calmly smiled and said, "Instead of inviting me, Wuji, civil and military, to go to Pandu with tens of thousands of laborers, it would be better for me to simply invite His Majesty Dahan to Zhongzhou as a guest, wouldn't it be better?"
"Clang!"
Dahan's army, who was keeping a distance of three steps from Zhan Beiye, suddenly changed color, and they all drew their swords. Xiao Qi, who was beside Zhan Beiye who was silent, took a step forward, and slashed at Changsun Wuji with a flash of sword light.
With a wave of his hand, Zhan Beiye stopped Han Jun and Xiao Qi, looked coldly at Wuji hidden guards who suddenly appeared to attack him from among the bushes behind the hillside, and said with disdain, "Is it just these few?"
Grandson Wuji smiled slightly: "There are also soldiers and civilians in the territory of Yaocheng who are close to the border of Wuji. The soldiers and civilians of Yaocheng are known for their loyalty and courage. If you want to come to work, please invite Hanhuang, it may not be impossible."
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky... You two fight if you fight, how about me if you're stupid? Changsun Wuji, you are so hateful, it was Zhan Dapao who offended you, why are you turning over my old account.
Zhan Beiye turned his head and glanced at her, the tense lines on his face were slightly loosened by that one glance, and in a trance, he saw the woman buried in the pool crying at the bottom of the pool that night in Yaocheng Mountain, and saw the jade-colored woman under the moonlight. With a glimpse of the body, there are delicate footprints with pink blood stains left on the bluestone.
Alas... forget it.
Could it be that he really beat Wuji Kingdom up
Emperor Dahan raised his head to the sky, caught the cold snowflakes on his face, and his hot heart cooled a little bit. He suppressed the cowardice that had been born for a long time because of Changhan's fiefdom and his grandson Wuji's design of him in Xuanyuan Lingzhu Mountain. down.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, waved his hand to hide and hide again, he tucked his hands into his sleeves, and said leisurely: "Wuji and Dahan have always been friends, just joking around, I won't mind."
Zhan Beiye also laughed, stretched out his hand to shake Meng Fu's horse's head, and said: "Of course, if you really want to fight, you don't need to open your mouth."
The two looked at each other with smiles, but Meng Fuyao felt another "crack" in the air, which made her tremble.
Damn, the sky thunder hit the ground fire again...
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Traveling all the way through the snow, I saw the former concubine and the current queen dowager at the posthouse in Wuqing County. The woman was a little plump and looked very good. It could be seen that Zhan Beiye had tried his best to serve her—he fought a thousand miles to rob a country The throne was originally intended to give my mother a stable and peaceful old age.
Seeing Meng Fuyao, the queen mother immediately showed a sincere smile, opened her arms to ask her to come over, and called: "Daughter-in-law..."
Meng Fuyao was about to rush over happily, but when she heard this sentence, she staggered, and hurriedly turned her head to see if Changsun Wuji had followed, seeing him sitting in the posthouse hall drinking tea, she suddenly turned her head to look at her with a half-smile, not a smile, Meng Fuyao immediately showed him a righteous and innocent smile.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, raised his glass to her, and made a mouth shape. Before Meng Fuyao could read the words, the queen mother in the room had already beckoned to her: "Daughter-in-law, come here."
Meng Fuyao was afraid that if she yelled a few more words, it would really be known to everyone in the world, so he hurried over to be affectionate, and Zhan Beiye sat beside the queen mother, looking at her with his hands on his knees, Meng Fuyao was thinking about whether he should make a symbolic kiss or not. The courtier gave Emperor Zhan a face, and the queen mother had already moved her body, signaling her to sit beside her.
Meng Fuyao sat down, and then felt embarrassed, the couch is not big, it is a bit difficult to squeeze three people, so why do you have to sit here with so many seats down there, Emperor Zhan? Don't you think your buttocks take up the area of both of us
The Emperor Zhan didn't think so, he pursed his lips, took a cup of ginseng soup, tested the temperature of the ginseng soup himself, and then fed it spoon by spoonful to his mother. Unspeakable satisfaction—for her, being able to be with her beloved son day and night in this life is the greatest happiness in life. As for whether she will be the emperor or not, she is not aware of it.
The room was very quiet, the light was on softly, so that the feeders and drinkers were very focused, but only heard the slight sound of the silver spoon and the porcelain cup clashing, Meng Fuyao watched silently, she was very happy I like Zhan Beiye at this moment, leaning slightly under the lamp to feed his mother soup, he has cast off his fierceness and arrogance in the daytime, and has a silent and touching kindness.
A long time ago, she also fed her mother black chicken soup like this...
Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, with tears in her smile, who is going to make soup for her now
After the queen mother finished drinking, she smiled and took her hand. She never said much, but every word she uttered would make Meng Fuyao's heart tremble. She said: "Slim".
Then she turned her head and looked at Zhan Beiye with a smile. Zhan Beiye was startled, a suspicious blush flashed across his face, Meng Fuyao jumped up immediately, and said: "No need, no need... I... I'm most afraid of drinking ginseng soup..."
In this life, Meng Dawang, who speaks fluently like Bengdou and swears like a machine gun, can break into reason without reason, and even has the upper hand, finally showed the rare shyness and stuttering in her life...
Well, if Emperor Zhan really upholds his mother's teachings and feeds her such a mouthful, she will hit the wall if she doesn't drill a hole...
Fortunately, Zhan Beiye is not the eldest grandson Wuji after all, his face is always red, which means that he probably can't do this. He lowered his eyes, coughed twice, and seemed to want to leave, but he didn't leave after thinking about it.
Meng Fuyao just felt uncomfortable at the moment. She and Zhan Beiye had been alone quite a lot. Now that they were separated by an elder, they felt restrained no matter what. Their position was restrained, their expression restrained, their speech restrained, and they wanted to leave but couldn't. No matter how domineering she was Arrogant, you can't show off in front of a woman like the Queen Mother, what should you do if you scare her
I had no choice but to smirk at the queen mother, and the queen mother also smirked at her, smiling happily with the eyes of a daughter-in-law, and then Zhan Beiye looked at the two of them smiling happily at each other, thinking of something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
There are three people in a room, just like this, you look at me and I look at your smile...
Meng Fuyao finally laughed so hard that he was on the verge of collapse, and he was thinking about the words of resignation as he twitched the corners of his mouth. Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager suddenly grabbed her hand, and at the speed of light that is difficult for a patient to reach, he raised his hand and stroked it. Wrapped a bracelet around her wrist.
Then a "click" was heard.
Meng Fuyao lowered his head, and saw a flat bracelet on his wrist, it was made of black gold, shining with a thick luster, it could be seen that it was quite old, the outer ring of the bracelet did not have any patterns, but the inner ring was carved with simple and simple lines The pattern, because it has been worn for a long time, is in contact with the essence of the human body, and it is nourished to be smooth and soft like nephrite jade. It does not feel heavy when worn, but it is like a cloud tied up.
Meng Fuyao's first intuition was that this must not be a simple thing, it must not be something like "a family heirloom from mother-in-law to daughter-in-law". It was quite wide, but somehow the Queen Mother gave it such a "click" pinch, and it turned out to be as big as a wrist, and it couldn't be squeezed out no matter what.
Meng Fuyao was almost sweating, and suddenly remembered the mouth shape Changsun Wuji made before he came in. At this moment, he suddenly interpreted it in a panic. He was saying - don't accept anything.
... This person can even guess this!
Seeing Meng Fuyao lowering his head and trying his best to stroke the bracelet, Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed a trace of hesitation, he finally couldn't hold it back, and said in a deep voice: "This is the bracelet worn by the Queen Mother since she was a child, and it is her amulet. What?"
Meng Fuyao felt that this nature didn't seem to be that serious, so he stopped and said, "I can't even take her amulet."
"I'm the king of a country now, do you think I can't protect her?" Zhan Beiye looked at the black gold bracelet on Meng Fuyao's slender wrist, so bright and shining, he really felt that it couldn't be more beautiful, naturally Can't let her take it off, "Thank you, Queen Mother, this is also her thank you gift, you don't need to take it off, there is a mechanism inside this thing, once you put it on, you can't take it off."
Meng Fuyao didn't speak, but rolled his eyes, thinking that he would try the bone shrinking exercise after going out, but he knew in his heart that the bone shrinking exercise could only shrink the muscles and fold the overlapping bones, but it couldn't really change the size of the bones. This bracelet is so tight Putting it on, it is really difficult to take it off.
Alas... traps, traps everywhere...
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Coming out of the room and returning to her own room, Meng Fuyao just pushed the door open when she saw someone sitting in her room reading a book, she quickly put down her sleeves to try to cover it up, not wanting that sharp-eyed eldest grandson Wuji to raise her eyes, and said: " Received gifts again?"
Meng Fuyao was depressed, what does it mean to "receive gifts again"? Does she receive gifts often
Changsun Wuji took her hand, looked at it carefully for a while, was noncommittal, and sighed for a while: "You, you are soft-hearted when you succeed, and soft-hearted when you lose."
Meng Fuyao thought it was right, but he didn't give in at all, saying: "How do you ask me to shake off a patient's hand?"
Changsun Wuji glanced at her, leaned back on the chair, a wry smile flashed across his face, and said, "You like this kind of scene, don't you? I'm sorry, maybe I will never be able to give you..."
Meng Fuyao was startled, and then remembered that he was referring to Empress Yuan. Compared with the deep affection between Zhan's mother and child, Changsun Wuji not only couldn't give her such family happiness, he couldn't enjoy it himself either.
Thinking of this, King Meng really softened his heart immediately, stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder, and said: "The queen will understand you one day."
Changsun Wuji embraced her waist and said in a low voice, "It's enough for you to understand..."
Meng Fuyao caressed his back with overwhelming maternal love, and said softly: "Mmm..."
Then she suddenly realized that His Royal Highness's hands around her waist seemed to be getting more and more dishonest, and then...
"boom!"
Suddenly there was a sound of hitting a table and chair in the room, and then someone shouted angrily.
"Changsun Wuji, you god damn fox!"
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After walking for several days, they finally entered the Changhan fiefdom. Along the way, everyone walked slowly in order to take care of the queen mother. Meng Fuyao was not in a hurry. That woman was trapped in the deep palace all her life, and now she finally had the opportunity to see the queen mother with her son Han Shanshui, look at her happy eyes that feel fresh in everything, how can you bear to urge? Besides, there is no rush.
The palace that Zhan Beiye chose for Meng Fuyao was in Qiao County, and the imperial court allocated funds to send personnel to supervise the construction. The local government worked very hard to make it beautiful and grand. The bold and unrestrained "Dahan Wangfu" in black, and looking at the vast and stretching Wangfu, I couldn't help muttering: "People who don't know may think that I want to usurp the throne and build a small palace."
Zhan Beiye looked up at the plaque facing the sun, his smile was brighter than the sun, and said: "If you want the palace, I will let it out."
Meng Fuyao was silent, so he had no choice but to pretend that he didn't hear it. As soon as he stepped up the steps, the front door suddenly opened, and Ji Yu and Yao Xun each led a team of people to rush out. But Yao Xun rushed over in tears, clutching the corner of Meng Fuyao's robe and wailing: "God, my master, you are finally back, pity I have made a lot of money recently but no one is boasting about it, so I feel uncomfortable..."
Meng Fuyao kicked him away and scolded: "Businessman!" Holding Ji Yu up with his own hands, he smiled pleasantly: "Commander Ji, I haven't thanked you for killing that rabbit yet."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ji Yu's lips, and he lowered his head and said, "That's King Han's way of raising rabbits."
Meng Fuyao laughed, patted him hard on the shoulder, and said, "I never expected that you are also good at making jokes." Turning around and bending down, he stretched out his hand to the eldest grandson Wuji and Zhan Beiye who were looking at her with a smile: "Finally, you can be in my house. The two big men are being entertained."
Hearing her words, Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up with joy, and he raised his eyebrows at Changsun Wuji and glanced at him. Changsun Wuji smiled, without moving his expression, and leaned over to let Zhan Beiye go first. Stepping in, Changsun Wuji smiled again and led him to turn to the wall and enter the hall, cross the corridor and continue into the inner hall, ask the lord to accompany him in the main seat, and then order the servant girl to serve tea... Picking up the teacup and fighting with the emperor, he finally came to his senses. Greeting his "guest" as the host!
And Meng Fuyao, who dared to laugh and dare not speak, had already slipped out with his tail between his legs...
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When eating that night, Emperor Zhan kept his face dark. The queen mother looked at his son timidly, not knowing why he looked like that. Zhan Beiye found that he had startled his mother, so he quickly softened his expression. Wuji went too far, so she had to try her best to be the host and persuade them to drink frequently, deliberately pouring two people down to save everyone's trouble, but she found out depressedly that those two were a huge amount that would last a thousand cups, and her hands were sore from pouring the wine. The other still didn't change his face, and finally just abandoned her. The pouring of wine was too slow, and the two directly joined forces.
Meng Fuyao sat on the side with a sense of ownership and guarded, afraid that the two of them would get drunk and fight or something, but she guarded and guarded, and opened her eyes to see that the two were drinking...
Hold on, hold on, raise your eyelids to see, drinking...
Shou ah Shou, open your eyelids to see, drinking...
Meng Fuyao was furious, stood up and walked out with big strides - if my wife won't accompany me, I'll drink you to death!
She wanted to go back to sleep, and asked Ji Yu the direction of her inner courtyard in the outer courtyard, but the damn palace was too big, she wandered around for an hour, and sadly found that she was lost in her own residence.
All the houses looked similar, and I really couldn't tell which one belonged to me. I thought that the whole palace belonged to me anyway, so I just slept casually.
So she casually entered a room with complete and exquisite futons, undressed and went to bed.
Tired all the way, in her palace, she slept relaxedly and soon fell into a sound sleep.
And at this moment.
late at night.
The moon is cold.
The blue long street was silent.
A stumbling figure struggled and staggered along the long street, dripping blood and sweating all the way, kept falling down and getting up again, and finally grabbed the walls and trees, and moved step by step towards Dahan Palace .
A man who was slightly drunk, swaying slightly, and kept leaning on the wall, walked towards that room step by step.