Dawn will rise.
The wind and thunder are about to strike down.
When Meng Fuyao led the horse into the Yanjing city gate, he was still a little nervous, but when he saw the excited and calm flow of people on the broad long street, he suddenly calmed down.
What are you afraid of? No matter how the Taiyuan royal family is overthrown, what does it have to do with her as a rising commoner
As the emperor's fiftieth birthday was approaching, the whole world celebrated together. The capital and the provinces each built temples and chanted sutras. Craftsmen decorated the sides of the main street with colorful paintings and silk cloth. The whole Yanjing looked prosperous and splendid.
Yuan Zhaoxu broke up with her ten miles before entering the city, Meng Fuyao knew that if she participated in his affairs, it might not be a good thing for him, so he simply went ahead alone.
When Yuan Zhaoxu bid farewell to her, his expression was as usual, the smile in his deep sea-like eyes was faint, and it was hard to tell what his mood was, but Master Yuan Bao looked really happy, jumping up and down triumphantly, Dayou finally got rid of his follower and looked very happy, Seeing that Meng Fuyao was very depressed, he plucked the three hairs on his buttocks in a fit of anger, calling it a parting memorial.
As for whether he will hold a grudge or not, Meng Fuyao doesn't care.
After finding an inn to stay, Meng Fuyao went out to shop, buying a mask here and pinching a sugar figurine there, just to pass the time.
Things quickly piled up in one hand, Meng Fuyao walked back with a dough figure in his mouth, saw Yao Xun squeezed in and out of the crowd, probably "starting work" again, couldn't help smiling.
This smile distracted him a bit. He passed the corner without looking at the road. He suddenly heard the sound of hoofbeats, and a white shadow rolled up. Suddenly, a horse rushed out from behind the corner. As soon as he lifted it, he kicked Meng Fuyao.
Amidst the exclamations all over the street, people immediately shouted, "Bai Dian! Stop!"
When Meng Fuyao raised his head, the long hoof of the white horse was in front of his eyes. Meng Fuyao subconsciously wanted to break the horse's hoof with his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the divine horse. Feeling sorry, he flinched his hands and floated up, hugging the package with a swish. Jumped on horseback.
The man on the horse had been preoccupied with going out, and he was driving deserted all the way, which caused the horse to run too fast and almost hurt someone. He was regretting, but when he saw the woman under the horse suddenly jumped on the horse and sat firmly behind him, he couldn't help being shocked, "Ah!" With a sound.
He subconsciously turned his head and said "Ah" again.
At the same time, Meng Fuyao also came out.
Immediately young, gentle and handsome, personable, isn't it his first love who is about to marry a poodle
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes, secretly lamenting that life is full of hate, seeing Yan Jingchen's rosy face, life must be going well recently.
Yan Jingchen would probably want to vomit blood if he knew what she was saying at this time. He was obviously haggard and absent-minded, and because he was warned by his father's implicit threats today, thinking about Meng Fuyao was in a trance and almost frightened him. , it became a red light.
Meng Fuyao doesn't care about these things, she always thinks that after breaking up, you must not live better than me, and if you live better than me, I will feel very bad.
Seeing Yan Jingchen's surprised expression in front of him, Meng Fuyao was very unhappy and wanted to get off his horse as soon as he turned around.
Before he moved, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, Meng Fuyao tilted his head, not looking at Yan Jingchen, but only at his own wrist, and said coldly, "Let go."
Yan Jingchen hesitated for a moment, remembering the fierceness of Meng Fuyao's attack on Xuanyuan Mountain that day, he withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and said in a low voice, "Fuyao..."
Meng Fuyao ignored her, Yan Jingchen became anxious, stretched out his hand in front of her, gritted his teeth and said, "Fuyao, listen to me before leaving, otherwise, you will cut off my hand!"
Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at the arm lying in front of her, then looked at the crowd around her, and said with a sneer, "Young Master Yan, you are so scheming, asking me to chop off your hand in public? I didn't ask for it. Are you unlucky for me?"
"That's not what I meant," Yan Jingchen withdrew his hand, staring at Meng Fuyao closely, "Fuyao, can we find a place to sit down and talk?"
"Fart here." Meng Fuyao climbed up on the horse, squatted on the horse's back, and assumed the posture of not wanting to ride with him.
All the people in the street turned their heads in unison, looked at the girl squatting on the horseback as if no one was there, and kept pointing, Meng Fuyao just pretended not to see it.
Yan Jingchen looked at her weird posture, sighed helplessly, rode slowly across the street, entered a small alley where few people passed, and then said in a low voice, "Fuyao, the family wants me to marry Pei Yuan , why do I want it in my heart? These days, my heart is like being tormented in a frying pan... "
"That's it? I've finished listening." Meng Fuyao interrupted him, making a gesture and jumping off the horse.
"No!" Yan Jingchen panicked, and immediately dared not confess, and spoke quickly, "My father wanted me to marry Pei Yuan, in fact, the main reason is that the Pei family's 'Thunder Movement Jue' is a first-class kung fu that is famous all over the world. My father hoped that I could get the Thunder Movement Jue and combine it with my own Jingfeng Swordsmanship, so that I could stand out in the True Martial Arts Competition in the future... "
"What does that have to do with me?" Meng Fuyao yawned.
"So..." Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "Father actually still has some ideas. Since the Pei family has the 'Thunder Movement Jue', maybe they can have a 'Breaking the Nine Heavens'. No matter how fierce the thunder is, it will eventually come from the Nine Heavens , even if the strength can move mountains and pull seas, it is not as big as this vast sky, but "Broken Nine Heavens" is too precious, and the Pei family may keep it a secret. After I get married with her, the Pei family may be able to take it out... Fuyao, Taiyuan Chongwu, The various forces are fighting openly and secretly. I am the heir of the family, and all the hopes of the family are placed on me. The victory of the Zhenwu Conference is very important to me... "
"Broken Nine Heavens?" Meng Fuyao listened without saying a word, but suddenly smiled.
Yan Jingchen only felt that her eyes at that moment were strange and pitiful, with a touch of sarcasm, but the expression was fleeting, and soon she returned to that lazy attitude.
"Fuyao..."
"I understand, I understand, I understand," Meng Fuyao suddenly stretched out his hand, and patted Yan Jingchen's shoulder forcefully, "Have you finished? Have you confided your thoughts? Your grievance and pressure because you have nowhere to explain it have dissipated." Alright? Well, I heard, Lei Dong Jue, Po Nine Heavens, and Zhenwu Conference all add up to your marriage," she laughed, her eyes shining like stars, "Your father's guess is really insightful, 'Breaking Nine Heavens' I There is a high probability that it is at Pei's house, go and marry her, I wish you good luck and don't have to leave the palace."
"Fuyao!" Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth and pulled her back, and hurriedly said, "Fuyao, I know you feel uncomfortable, I know you are sad that I will leave you, you don't have to be angry with me on purpose, let alone hurt yourself by saying these words—"
"Aha! I'm uncomfortable? I'm sad? Did I deliberately piss you off? Did I deliberately hurt myself?" Meng Fuyao pointed at his nose, his eyes became cross-eyed.
Student Yan, are you too narcissistic? Yes, we had a relationship, and I liked you too, but don't say that it may not have risen to the stage of love, even if it is love, I, Meng Fuyao, can't be hypocritical to this extent.
Dare you think that I am advancing by retreating, and my old love for you is still there? Dare to let go of me and be a fake gesture in your eyes? Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, feeling infinitely depressed.
Seeing in Yan Jingchen's eyes, her silence became more evidence of "Meng Fuyao's injury", sparks flashed in his eyes, and he had the courage to speak out the next words.
"Fuyao, wait a minute... When Pei Yuan and I get married, get the Thunderbolt Jue and Po Jiuxiao, after that... I can't let her go. I swear to you, I will never touch her. In the future, in the future, the Yan family is ours!"
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Well, good scheming, good abacus.
Why didn't I realize that you have such potential and imagination before
Meng Fuyao was speechless for a while, then smiled.
She was squatting on the horseback, smiling very warmly and sincerely. Although her posture was indecent, it could only be seen that she was radiant and graceful.
"Young Lord Yan, believe me, in this life, the Yan family belongs to you, to you and your poodle, and there will never be someone else to replace your poodle, because that would be a really bad luck."
She searched in her bosom, and grabbed the doughnut that she had gnawed halfway before, squeezed it into a certain animal shape, and handed it into the hands of Yan Jingchen who was staring at her blankly.
"I wish you and your husband a happy marriage for a hundred years, and the dog's life is boundless."
With a rub, she jumped off the horse, and kicked hard on the horse's belly. The horse suffered from pain and galloped away.
Immediately, Yan Jingchen reined in hastily, and finally calmed down his beloved horse. He stopped on the road and looked back sadly, seeing that Yiren had long since disappeared.
Sighing silently, Yan Jingchen thought about Fuyao just now, she had completely taken off the disguise she had in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and she became more beautiful, bright and radiant, like a fiery red hyacinth.
That flower, which was in full bloom in his field of vision before, swayed thousands of charms because of his smile, but now it is still in full bloom, brighter than before, but it is no longer a beauty that belongs to him alone.
The flowers bloomed straight to the end, he missed the most beautiful season, missed the opportunity to hold that flower in his palm, he was doomed to stand in a corner in this life, to see her thank others
no... can't...
she will forgive me...
Yan Jingchen clenched his palms tightly, as if he wanted to calm down his chaotic mood with that kind of strength, and only after this grasping did he remember the things that Meng Fuyao stuffed into his palms when he parted.
He lowered his head and looked at the thing that was almost crushed in his palm.
A pair of ugly dogs pinched face to face.