, "I'll go back to the palace to check later, it should be on Fufeng Yizhi."
"Drink and drink." Meng Fuyao toasted with a large glass, "It's just something irrelevant, what are you looking for." She pulled Yalan Zhu to fight the wine, "Come on, let's get bored, whoever is not drunk tonight will be a turtle."
She deliberately wanted to make Ya Lanzhu happy, and rolled up her sleeves to persuade her to drink.
"Come on, Yunhen, I'm lucky to have a drink..."
"Zhuzhu, make a fortune in four seasons!"
"Fight against Beiye, the five blessings will come!"
"Changsun Wuji, Liuliu Dashun..."
"Uh, Yuanbao, Bafanglaibao..."
"Nine Tails... Come, Nine and Nine Return to One..."
In the dead of night, Meng Fuyao stood up after sipping a drink, knocked down the remnant seat, pushed Zhan Beiye, who was already drunk before pouring himself a cup, to Yunhen, and pushed his eldest grandson Wuji, who was coming to pull her, to Yunhen. On one side, holding Ya Lanzhu and stumbled out.
The eldest grandson Wuji caught up and whispered in her ear: "Fuyao, since tonight is the Rakshasa Moon, you should be more careful and live next door to me."
"Go, it's just a legend, girl, am I still afraid of the moon?" Meng Fuyao pushed him away, dragged Ya Lanzhu away, and whispered in her ear: "Hey, Zhuzhu, since it is tonight What Raksha Moon, can I sleep with you? At least you will protect me, what if someone strong has evil intentions?"
"Come on, it's good if you don't mind being a strongman." Ya Lanzhu was also a little drunk, and the blushing face didn't push her away.
"I'm going to hug my pillow." Meng Fuyao walked back with his tongue out, on the way he met Changsun Wuji, who was guarding outside her door, he was relieved to see her back, and said: "Don't sleep over there."
"What are you thinking about?" Meng Fuyao pushed him away, wanting to say that he came back to get the pillow, but didn't want a wine hiccup to suppress the words, stumbled into it, lay down on the bed and felt unable to get up.
Sensing the elder grandson Wuji following behind him, sitting beside her and gently stroking her hair, he seemed to be staring at her for a long time, and sighed vaguely echoing in the room, then he got up, took off her boots, covered her with a quilt, Blowing out the lights, he walked out gently.
Meng Fuyao was so drunk that she couldn't get up for a while, buried her face in the pillow and dozed off, she didn't know how long she had slept, when she suddenly opened her eyes in surprise, she saw a strange bright red moon in the sky.
She felt thirsty, grabbed the tea cup by the table and drank it for a while, her mind cleared up a bit, remembering that she said she came back to get the pillow, why did she fall asleep? Zhuzhu won't be still waiting for her, right? Looking at the time, he didn't sleep for long, so he hugged the pillow and went out again.
The road was very quiet, there were not many guards in Faqiang Palace, and all kinds of formations and spells were also a layer of orientation. A round of red moon was shining on the top of the head, and the ground was glowing with a faint silvery red color, like a layer of unclean ignorance. Blood, Meng Fuyao was restless for no reason, and stood still under the moonlight.
Standing still, with all five senses open, he suddenly caught the voice coming from the wind.
It belonged to the voice of Changsun Wuji.
"...don't let her know..."
"... the transfer of frontier troops..."
"... Hold on to me, wait for me..."
What's the meaning? What do these words mean? What should I hide from myself? Why should the frontier army be mobilized? What is he going to do
And tonight, he has always been a little distracted. Normally he would take advantage of her drunk, but tonight he left without doing anything. When she came back and hugged the pillow, he guarded the door. She thought he was going to steal again. Xiang, but he acted like he just wanted to witness her return.
Standing there frowning, Meng Fuyao thought of how he repeatedly prevented her from living in Yalanzhu's dormitory tonight, and then thought of the earlier days, and felt his whole body explode. , suddenly cold from fingertips to toes.
Just in such a daze, a shadow suddenly floated in front of him, looking at the figure, it seemed to be the eldest grandson Wuji.
Meng Fuyao immediately followed.
The shadow's light purple long clothes fluttered, swaying in the wind as light as if nothing, and jumped over the eaves in an instant. The sophistication of the lightness kung fu is currently at the top of the list, and no one except Changsun Wuji can achieve it.
He went straight to Ya Lanzhu's bedroom.
Meng Fuyao chased after her, but her heart was pounding. Every time she took a step closer to Ya Lanzhu's bedroom, her heart tightened a little, like a big stone falling on an iron chain, every inch it was dragged, the chain penetrated into the flesh and blood, and strangled her. in the end.
Changsun Wuji... what are you going to do
She followed, watching her eldest grandson Wuji float into Ya Lanzhu's bedroom, watching him silently sneak into the inner room of the bedroom, watching him enter the palace, the pale red moonlight poured down endlessly, shone in front of the window, reflected on the window paper long figure.