The war continued on the land of no limit, and the vanguard of King De, who was dressed in plain clothes, was already approaching the capital. Of course, Yang Mi did not "break through the capital, seize the palace, and seek great power". It may be the pretender who robbed him of the seat. He was in a state of anxiety, marching day and night, and the soldiers were constantly fleeing. Every day, thousands of soldiers fled and died of cold and starvation.
The grain depot of the camp in southern Xinjiang is not limited to Wuling. However, during the march of King De, Huazhou and other places that had already been contacted, there were delays in grain and grass. The world is like chess, and the situation is changing. The action is quietly changing the trend and pattern of this "revenge incident", just like a butterfly flapping its wings somewhere far away, arousing a violent wind thousands of miles away.
Those changes were not obvious, so that Meng Fuyao, who was far away in Wuling, didn't know it. She kept silent day after day, and gradually lost weight. It was not obvious, but all the joints on her body gradually protruded. , the skin was stretched tight, and the eyes on a face were getting bigger and bigger, and when looking at people, it was faintly terrifying.
Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue were always by her side. They didn't like each other, but they protected Meng Fuyao very well. Tie Cheng and Yao Xun also came over, potential soldiers to do coolies. He even followed her to the toilet, saying that he was looking at the adulterer, but in fact he was just afraid that something would happen to her.
A group of people watched Meng Fuyao very closely, they were afraid that she would go crazy and do something, but Meng Fuyao was quiet and silent, almost resolutely and stubbornly waiting for the news. Watching Zhan Beiye bickering with Zong Yue while squinting at her from time to time, watching Ya Lanzhu pouted and squatting beside her, watching Tiecheng take over all the work in the inner courtyard just to walk in front of her more The last few times, Kan Zongyue prescribed tonics endlessly, wishing to use up all the medicines in the pharmacy. The sun in early spring was faint, and there was a kind of vivid greenness. She thought in that sunshine, how lucky she was to be able to Encountering these warm and beautiful things, just for this, this experience is worth it.
It was more difficult at night, she couldn't fall asleep, and when she heard the wind passing by the eaves, she thought—Maybe she's back? He also blamed himself for breaking up so much, why did he kill himself? Why drag the leader of the dark guards to death? Wasn't it too late to leave a password when I rushed back with the heart of dying at the hands of Rong Jun? Why do you want to commit suicide because you are afraid that your body will fall into the hands of the army? Well now, "Ms. Meng committed suicide" startled him, otherwise, with his temperament, how could he risk traveling thousands of miles and come back, and thus be ambushed
Thinking of this, he couldn't fall asleep, his eyes sparkled in the dark.
Every night was the same, and these nights were not too many since the news of the accident came out, but under such repeated questioning and tossing, the days felt like years, and it was long and difficult.
Meng Fuyao didn't know that she was not the only one who couldn't sleep.
Two people slept on the big tree in the yard, two people who couldn't lie down on the bed, one was holding a wine jar and drinking desperately, and the other was sitting on the top of the tree thinking.
"He's not dead." It was Zhan Beiye who was drinking, "I bet this kid doesn't know what he's doing wrong now."
Zong Yue bent down to look at him calmly, "Why didn't you tell Fuyao?"
"I said she would think I was comforting her, she only believes that seeing is believing." Zhan Beiye threw away one jar for another, "I'm also waiting, if it doesn't happen as I expected, the news will be in these two days. "
Zong Yue remained silent, and said for a while, "My lord, you've been drinking a lot lately."
"I'm angry!" Zhan Beiye changed another jar, raised his hand to smash out the finished jar, thought for a while and then put it down gently. When he put it down, he couldn't control it. He didn't even look at it and dipped it into the wine.
"Bastard grandson Wuji, don't you know how much she blames herself and worries? Why didn't she send a message back?"
"My lord, I thought you would be angry with Meng Fuyao." Zong Yue said indifferently, "Your Excellency's dedication is probably going to be wasted."
Zhan Beiye didn't answer, just drank and drank, wiped his mouth for a while, and said, "She only did this because of guilt and self-blame, I will make her fall in love with me."
Zong Yue brushed off a little dust from the front of his shirt, and his figure in white clothes like snow melted into the light silver moonlight, forming an integrated body. He said for a long time, "Deceive yourself."
Zhan Beiye replied, "Each to each other."
The moon was slowly setting, and the courtyard was covered with a layer of silver frost. The conversations on the treetops did not reach the ears of the people in the house. Some thoughts buried in the night, everyone only knew about themselves.
This night Meng Fuyao didn't close his eyes again, and fell asleep vaguely at dawn. After she fell asleep, Master Yuan Bao in pajamas climbed out of the small bed on the table, and Master Yuan Bao looked down at Meng Fuyao condescendingly. .
... I gave you such obvious hints, but you don't even understand, pig.
It caressed its big red robe, it was an agreement between it and its master, representing joy and peace, as a god mouse that can communicate with its master, it is not in a hurry, why are you so anxious, Meng Fuyao
It forgot again that it was just a secret between its master and it, and Meng Fuyao didn't have mind reading skills, let alone mouse reading skills.
Master Yuan Bao stared at Meng Fuyao, his eyeballs swept under her quilt, there was a thin outline there, Master Yuan Bao looked at his fatter figure, and felt a bit of conscience.
It took out the pancake box, jumped in and rummaged for a while, threw out a few words, and arranged them on the table.
After the arrangement, it fell asleep on the table by the way, waiting to see Meng Fuyao who was crying with joy tomorrow.
Master Yuanbao was a little hungry after sleeping until midnight, so he turned over and touched his paws habitually - there are snacks by his bed at any time, and when he touched a piece of cake, he ate it.
The next morning, Lord Yuan Bao was woken up by Meng Fuyao. He heard Meng Fuyao's short and low cry of "Ah", and immediately, her eyes lit up.
Master Yuan Bao thought, hey, weeping with joy.
Those eyes became brighter and brighter, there were crystal things rolling in them, sliding back and forth like beads, but they still refused to fall down, after a while, Meng Fuyao lowered his head and covered his face.
She rubbed her fingers deep into her hair, in a convulsive position.
Master Yuan Bao stared at her blankly, feeling that this "crying with joy" didn't look so standard.
After a long, long time, it saw Meng Fuyao shaking her hair, raised her face with red eye circles, stared at the word for a long time, then suddenly reached out and hugged it.
Her gestures are extremely gentle, a gentleness she has never experienced since she met Master Yuan Bao. She gently placed Master Yuan Bao in the palm of her hand, and slowly combed his snow-white fur with her fingertips.
Master Yuan Bao was frightened, and stared at her messily in the wind—is this woman crazy with joy
Meng Fuyao didn't speak, but combed its fur slowly, with gentle gestures, Lord Yuan Bao was very pleased, felt that this gesture was gentler than his master's, but this crazy woman has changed her sex today? Could it be that you want to touch it first and then pinch it
Immediately, he felt a chill on his head, as if something wet had fallen, Master Yuan Bao stretched out his paw and touched it, the paw was wet.
On top of his head, Meng Fuyao rested his chin on its head, and said softly, "Poor Yuan Bao, you have no owner..."
Lord Yuan Bao's heart bumped at first when he heard it, he didn't know what kind of sour taste came up, and then he felt something was wrong, he struggled to turn around to read those words, and immediately let out a scream.
Obviously it was "he's fine", why did it become "he's gone"!
Who lost the word "thing"! ! !
God!
Master Yuan Bao jumped up, plunged into the box, and desperately searched for the extra word "事". After searching for a long time, he found the only one in the box. It turned around in grief and anger, and saw Meng Fuyao being gentle and compassionate. Looking at it carefully, "poor, sad and crazy Yuanbao" was written in his eyes.
Master Yuan Bao looked at that look, and suddenly thought, "She is crying because I lost my master..."
Master Yuan Bao stood there in a daze, then screamed again for a long time, it desperately ran in front of Meng Fuyao, danced and gestured vigorously, trying to make it clear, "One word is missing!"
Meng Fuyao just smiled, stroked it lightly, smiled, but tears fell down.
Master Yuan Bao couldn't take it anymore, and ran out with a howl.
Master... I made a mistake... I failed to deliver the correct message... Come back quickly...
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As Zhan Beiye expected, the situation of the battle changed dramatically almost on that day.
On the second day of March, Yang Mi's army approached the capital. At Shahedu, fifty miles away from the capital, they suddenly encountered the army of the Wuji Kingdom. At first Yang Mi thought it was the imperial guards guarding the capital. As he rose, the general under the tent came with a sneer, but it was the army that was ordered to go to the Gaoluo Kingdom, and beside the general, under the bright yellow flag, the commander wearing a copper mask was looking at him with a smile.
Yang Mi's heart sank, knowing that he had been fooled, he shouted, "Stop it!"
On that day, one hundred thousand vanguards were all disarmed, and Yang Mi committed suicide before the battle.
On the third day of March, King De also saw this army that was supposed to be on the east coast, and at the same time he also saw Yang Mi's army that was supposed to belong to him.
The front of the soldiers was like a fire and the flags were like a forest. When those fluttering flags flooded his vision like a sea, De Wang wailed in his heart that the end was coming.
As soon as the two armies came into contact, De Wang's decadent soldiers were defeated. De Wang fled south in a hurry with his remnant cavalry. He hoped that Guo Pingrong's army, who stayed at the end to respond, would protect him and lay down a piece of land in southern Xinjiang. He came up to meet him, and then pointed the long knife at King De.
A vigorous battle of King Qin's revenge, in what he thought was a smooth journey, encountered a well-prepared and unexpected wait, and within a few days, it disappeared like a puff of smoke.
De Wang is under house arrest, and no one can decide on his punishment at present, because the person who can decide his life and death is no longer in the camp.
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On the fourth day of March, it was sunny in spring.
Early in the morning, Zong Yue took out some letters and came to find Meng Fuyao, but was stopped by Ya Lanzhu at the door, Ya Lanzhu hissed, "Give her sleep, she won't sleep until dawn."
Zong Yue hesitated for a moment, gathered the things in his hands, thought for a while and said, "That's fine."
Yalanzhu's eyes were sharp, and she asked, "What is it?" She snatched it up and looked at it, and her eyes lit up after looking at it.
Then she said "Hey" and tears came down.
Zong Yue looked at her speechlessly, and said, "Why are you crying?"
"I hope I can meet someone who loves me in my life..." Ya Lanzhu choked.
Zong Yue remained silent, walked away for a while, and said a word before leaving.
"It requires the luck of being neither too early nor too late."
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When Meng Fuyao woke up, she habitually closed her eyes and waited.
She didn't sleep deeply, and when she woke up, she also felt dizzy in her head. She vaguely heard the sound of branches swaying in the wind in the distance, the sound of birds chirping in the treetops, the sound of green spring buds gradually pulling out, and the sound of fallen leaves passing by. The sound of the bridge railing floating on the water, the bridge is probably the jade belt bridge in the city, the white marble bridge railing, the leaves falling on it, the sound is thin and crisp.
Among so many voices, there was no breathing that she wanted to hear.
Meng Fuyao sighed, pulled the quilt to the eyes, and pressed the eyes tighter to stop the tears that wanted to flow out.
She didn't reach out to touch her side, so what if she did? The icy cold bedding, fantasizing many times that the eldest grandson Wuji will come back, and most likely will climb her bed, but people can't be shameless to this point, no one crawls, no one crawls, even Yuanbao said, it's gone.
She covered her eyes with the quilt and continued to sleep.
But suddenly he felt itchy on his forehead, as if something had passed between his eyebrows, Meng Fuyao slapped him and muttered, "Yuanbao, go away, don't harass me..."
This dozen suddenly hit a person's palm.
Warm, smooth, well-veined, with long knuckles.
Meng Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes, and before he had time to lift the quilt, his eyes suddenly lit up, one of them gently lifted the quilt, bent his face, and said with a low smile, "Why are you so thin?"
Meng Fuyao stared blankly at his slanting eyebrows, his deep eyes like the sea, and his shiny skin, watching his lavender skirt and ebony hair falling down in front of her, watching him smile slightly, holding his hands. Elbow sleeping next to her, fingertips lightly across her forehead.
... Yuan Zhaoxu! Grandson Wuji!
Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand to pinch it in a daze, and muttered, "It's not a ghost, is it?"
"Replacement as fake". Changsun Wuji answered with a smile.
"You actually know to come back... You actually know to come back!!!" The first sentence was still murmuring like a spring warbler and soft as a spring willow, and the second sentence became the roar of the lion in the east of the river. Zhaoxu's eldest grandson Wuji was finally sure that he was back, and he jumped up, with disheveled hair, and stepped on his bare feet, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"
The eldest grandson Wuji raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, grabbed her feet, and clasped his fingers, Meng Fuyao immediately fell limp and fell into the quilt. The eldest grandson Wuji dragged the quilt and wrapped her whole body. His hands paused, and he sighed, "Why did you lose so much weight?"
Meng Fuyao buried her head in the quilt, and murmured, "I've been losing weight recently."
Changsun Wuji looked at this hard-mouthed and soft-hearted guy, sighed helplessly, dug her head out of the quilt, and held her face to look carefully. Looking at each other, "what are you doing!"
Changsun Wuji smiled, stretched out his hand slowly, and caressed Meng Fuyao's neck, Meng Fuyao shrank back in shock, Changsun Wuji said, "Don't move... let me see that wound."
Meng Fuyao immediately felt guilty, and whispered, "... I didn't really kill myself... I did it for fun."
Before the words finished, Changsun Wuji lowered his body slightly, and his warm and soft lips touched the skin of his neck. Meng Fuyao froze and did not dare to move. His lips brushed lightly over the pale pink scar, slightly touching the skin. Itching, as if someone scratched the coldness and loneliness of winter with the green wicker in spring, and the shattered ice that covered the ground slowly melted away, and fluffy grass grew everywhere, surging green.
Meng Fuyao's body was slightly weak, and the fluffy grass grew out of her heart, spreading all over the sky. Wherever she passed, thousands of trees revived. She wanted to cry and laugh at the scene of romance, but her heart was always in a hurry. The throbbing began to hurt, the pain blocked her meridians, she opened her mouth to bite like a poisonous snake, she trembled slightly, Changsun Wuji immediately noticed and moved away, Meng Fuyao bit her lips to hide a smile, and pushed him hard, "Rogue !"
"I also kissed and played," Changsun Wuji stared at her, "Actually, this is not what I want to do most now."
Meng Fuyao looked a bit silly with his mouth open, but no matter how stupid he was, he couldn't stop someone from being cruel. Changsun Wuji raised his hand, and slapped her on the buttocks. He still smiled gracefully after the beating, "Call You are disobedient!" Seeing that Meng Fuyao hadn't reacted yet, he slapped his buttocks again, "I told you to commit suicide!"
Meng Fuyao immediately remembered the plots he had rehearsed countless times, and felt that the sequence was wrong. It seemed that he had advanced the plot? No matter, she jumped up and fought back, memorizing her lines smoothly, "You bastard! You scared me to death!"
After cursing one sentence, he felt like he had cursed one more sentence, no, this loss cannot be taken, the place must be recovered, and he punched again, "I told you to cheat death! I told you to hide it from me!"
Changsun Wuji raised her hand and caught her tigress fist, and Meng Fuyao flew into his arms with his fingers, and caught Meng Fuyao's waist with his fingers. The three movements were so smooth and flowing that there was no trace. It can be seen that maybe He also practiced it many times, especially recently Meng Fuyao's waist became thinner, and his hands are not big, so he just squeezed them together like that.
"I didn't hide it from you..." Changsun Wuji took a deep breath, stroked her radiant long hair and said in a low voice, "How can I be willing to make you worry? You are so thin, why don't I take the time to feed you back?" ?”
Meng Fuyao was quite heartwarming when he heard the first sentence, but the latter sentence was a bit outrageous. He turned around and stared at him viciously, and said, "Don't change the subject, I know you're trying to trick King De, to keep a secret, you swindler The secret of death really cannot be told to anyone... just, just..." She puffed her mouth, she couldn't say that sentence-"It's just that I should be a little bit of an exception..."
"You shouldn't lie to anyone. Political games don't mean sacrificing the person you like." Changsun Wuji's mind-reading skills are always strong. Wearing my clothes, I walked three ways, and myself, I walked by water."
"waterway?"
"Yes, I have traveled by sea. De Wang thought that I would choose the faster land route because of my impatience. But if the land route cannot pass, what's the use of going faster? There are some things that cannot be rushed."
"I agree," Meng Fuyao nodded in satisfaction, "You will always be so treacherous."
Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "As soon as the Wanzhou incident happened, I knew there was something wrong with the hidden guards and there must be spies. In that case, I had no choice but to cut off all connections with the hidden guards. Before I cut off, I got you." The news is safe and sound, return to the army immediately, because the hidden guards need to be cleaned, and they can't be used again temporarily. Fortunately, I still have a spare hidden guard, but the transfer of this group of people is a bit troublesome. Wait for them to arrive with my news Yao Cheng asked you to inform you that you have left Yao Cheng."
Meng Fuyao said "Ah", at that time she had already gone to Wuling to wear her face as a food delivery officer, and there were two capable men guarding her, how could others find her? What a mistake, it deserves it.
"I was helpless when I got the news. At that time, I really couldn't come back. De Wang endured dormancy for more than ten years, and was finally squeezed out by me. We must not fall short. Fortunately, Yuan Bao and I are connected with each other. It knows that I am still alive, and it will tell you sooner or later. .”
"Tell me a fart!" Meng Fuyao's small universe was about to explode, "It has three characters, he is gone! If my old man is scared to die young, I will be killed!"
"Huh?" Changsun Wuji turned his head and looked for Master Yuan Bao in the room, "Yuan Bao, I know you are here, come out of your mouse hole, and you will bear the consequences yourself if you are late."
Meng Fuyao curled her lips, wondering if such an understatement without any real meaning would be of any use to that old rat
As a result, as soon as the words were finished, the disheveled Master Yuan Bao crawled out from under the table, Meng Fuyao stared at him dumbfounded, hey, people are really more angry than others.
Mr. Yuan Bao is dressed plainly today, which is actually the gray it hates the most—it hates this mouse color the most. Squatting obediently in front of Changsun Wuji, he said weakly, "Zhi-", "Zhi-"
Meng Fuyao listened to it's endless "squeaking-", it seemed that he had said too much, right? Wouldn't you take the opportunity to pretend to be wronged and express your sincerity again? And what is this mouse talking about? Why do I feel a little guilty? Looking at Changsun Wuji again, he listened with a smile, his eyes were bright and soft, that layer of smile surfaced faintly, and he felt the joy of regaining what was lost.
After listening, he said lightly, "Do you know that you are wrong?"
Master Yuan Bao lowered his noble head.
"It's all because you are too gluttonous. You are not allowed to eat snacks within ten days."
Lord Yuan Bao covered his face with his paws, in grief.
Changsun Wuji has already taken it aside, "Go and reflect, and take it with you when you leave."
Master Yuan Bao obediently crawled out of the window hole with a piece of paper on his back, and then honestly mended the window hole with his saliva on the other side of the hole.
"Tsk tsk, the mouse has changed its nature." Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded, "What did it do?"
"It made you cry." Changsun Wuji embraced her without any intimacy, "So you must be punished."
Meng Fuyao leaned calmly and comfortably on Changsun Wuji's shoulder. She felt warm and indescribably comfortable. There was a place in her heart that she had been holding on to finally returned to its place. Her internal organs seemed to be healed in an instant, and Changsun Wuji had a faint fragrance. Come here, she was in that fragrance and her eyelids were heavy.
She heard Changsun Wuji whispering in her ear, "Fuyao, I am also a person who made mistakes."
"Um?"
"I really didn't expect that he would kill me. In order to kill me, he would give up Yaocheng, and you were almost forced to commit suicide at the gate of the city." Changsun Wuji's tone was a bit bitter, Meng Fuyao thought in a fluttering way, Why is he bitter? Why did he think King De won't kill him? Didn't these two fight to the death? In the battle for the throne, no one can be soft on the other. With such a delicate and transparent person, Changsun Wuji, would it be unexpected that King De would kill him? why why why…
Many questions were like a mess, entangled Meng Fuyao's thoughts, she struggled in the mess, but felt that she couldn't use it, the insomnia and fatigue for many days finally attacked her at this moment when the dust settled Coming, she was thinking, but her eyelashes drooped little by little.
Before falling into a dream, she vaguely heard the last words of Changsun Wuji in her wandering consciousness.
"Fuyao, the torment, worry, and anxiety these days are also my punishment."
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A ray of yellowish light shone gently, and I could vaguely hear someone whispering, "...do you want to wake her up for something to eat?" "...let her sleep..."
Meng Fuyao opened his eyes, completely waking up from a comfortable sleep.
She lay still and smiled towards the roof—hey, she didn't kill Changsun Wuji, the bad guy, he's back.
Someone at the table turned around, holding on to a book, Fengshen Shaoxiu smiled at her slightly, and said, "Have you had enough sleep?"
Meng Fuyao sat up, looked at the light yellow window paper in a daze, and said, "How long have I been sleeping, why is it still morning?"
"This is the morning of the next day." Changsun Wuji blew out the candle, opened the window, and the cool morning wind blew in, making his clothes and black hair fly up.
Meng Fuyao asked in astonishment, "I slept all day and all night?" She looked at the back of Changsun Wuji, and vaguely felt that his robe seemed to be a bit looser, "You haven't slept all this time?"
Changsun Wuji looked back with a smile, "I want to see if you will grind your teeth and drool in your sleep when you fall asleep."
"It's true that I'll beat people when I'm asleep." Meng Fuyao smiled, and turned his gaze over him again. Counting the time, he was driven out of the camp on the eastern front, then rushed back, and deployed troops to meet the battle. Yang Mi and the siege of De Wang all happened within a short period of time. He had already appeared within a day or two of De Wang's defeat. He hasn't had a good rest for a while, has he
Meng Fuyao jumped up, ran over, and pushed Changsun Wuji onto the bed, "Go to sleep, don't get up unless I tell you."
"I probably won't be able to enjoy your bedding for the time being." Changsun Wuji stood still, looked at the two people walking in the courtyard ahead, and said calmly, "I have to entertain distinguished guests."
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The "distinguished guests" are naturally Zhan Beiye and Zongyue.
Seeing those two people approaching, Meng Fuyao's scalp exploded, as if he could vaguely see thunder and lightning in the sky, the friction of the atmosphere, and fireballs bouncing randomly in the air.
Two are already explosive depots, what is three? European powder keg
Since ancient times, the king has not seen the king. If the king sees the king, what will happen? The king killed the king? The king ate the king? The king killed the king
Meng Fuyao was thinking of Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, no way, he is a high-level political figure in various countries, the cultivation of political figures, etiquette, masks, Tai Chi pushing hands, etc. are the best. It will be the eldest grandson Wujizong who fought in Beiye.
"The honored guest is coming from far away, haha." Before Meng Fuyao could figure it out, Zhan Beiye let out a loud laugh. Changsun Wuji said, "Hello, Your Highness? How is the battle ahead? How did Your Highness find time to come here in his busy schedule? Shouldn't we be chasing the rebels in Mizhou?"
...Damn, they are rushing to let others be "visited guests"...
"How are you, King Lie?" Eldest Sun Wuji replied with a smile, "Are you used to living in our country? My climate is warm and humid in Wuji, which is not as dry and comfortable as Geya in the north of King Lie's Tiansha Kingdom. I have wronged King Lie. It is my Wuji internal affairs, thank you Lie Wang for your concern."
Well, one mouthful of "I Wuji" and "You Tiansha" is clear and clear, and there is no need to argue about who is the guest...
"This yard was bought by the king," Zhan Beiye pointed out to his elder grandson Wuji with a smile on his face, "Although it is crude, the rare scenery is quite majestic. It is really radiant to be honored by His Highness today."
Meng Fuyao stared at him—you bought it? You lied and didn't make a draft, obviously I bought it...
"Really?" Eldest grandson Wuji looked around with a smile, "Sure enough, it's just that since King Lie came to visit me as a guest of Wuji, he is my distinguished guest of Wuji. How can I let the distinguished guest pay for the house by himself? It's too impolite. How about this? King Lie might as well give away the deed Give it to me, I ordered someone to find the owner of the house, and double the money will be returned, it is my little favor from Wuji."
Meng Fuyao clutched her stomach... It's over, it's over, I want to laugh, Zhan Beiye is throwing stones at your feet, the deed is still with me.
Zhan Beiye's face remained unchanged, "Is Your Highness implying that I am so weak that I can't even afford a house?"
The eldest grandson Wuji remained expressionless, "Is the lord implying that my country is so poor that I don't even send a small gift to the largest country?"
Meng Fuyao squatted between the two of them, and when he heard the smell of gunpowder smoke, he quickly raised his palm and said, "Stop, stop, although Prince Zhan bought this house, it has already been donated to me, so you two, give me the money Well, double, thank you."
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and said softly, "Okay, since that's the case, it's up to you," he pulled Meng Fuyao, and smiled politely at Zhan Beiye, "I haven't thanked the lord for saving Fuyao's life yet." Nodding to Zong Yue, "Thank you Mr. Zong for supporting Fuyao."
Zong Yue only opened his mouth at this time, calmer than his elder grandson Wuji, and said calmly, "Fuyao and I are not outsiders, and we don't need your Highness to thank each other. Speaking of which, Fuyao was brought to Wuji by me, so naturally I should be responsible to her." Gently smiled at Meng Fuyao, laughing so that Meng Fuyao trembled, "Even if you don't look at the relationship between me and His Highness, but only look at Fuyao's affection for keeping my personal belongings private, I can't just stand by and watch. "
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Meng Fuyao's black line...
Zong Yue is so ruthless... If you don't make a move, you will be fine, if you make a move, you will be killed!
She actually found out a long time ago that she had taken his belt, kept silent, and hid it until now to throw it at someone. Meng Fuyao glared at Zong Yue, not daring to look at the faces of those two, hey, they were all ruthless Man, she can't deal with them in the future, and she doesn't know how she died.
Here she was wailing in her heart like a mourning concubine, and the Xiangzong Yue had come over and held her hand, "It's time for today's consultation, I have developed a new medicine, you can try it."
As long as you still care about Meng Fuyao, no one dares not to listen to the doctor's words, and those two are no exception. Zhan Beiye glared at Changsun Wuji and followed him in first. Changsun Wuji raised his eyebrows and watched Meng Fuyao being taken away by Zong Yue. He smiled silently.
Meng Fuyao couldn't shake Zong Yue's hand—this guy actually touched her for the first time, where did his cleanliness go? Meng Fuyao very much hoped that he would have a relapse of his cleanliness at this moment, and throw her out of disgust, so that she could be relieved from the two incomprehensible gazes behind him.
Hey, I really didn't expect that Zong Yue won the first battle among the three kings. Meng Fuyao grinned, thinking that it is good to be a doctor, since he occupies the commanding heights of health, no one dares to offend.
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As soon as he sat down in the inner room, the second round of cannonballs from the unhesitating Prince Zhan came out.
He sneered at his eldest grandson Wuji with a sneer, and asked, "I heard that His Royal Highness brought an army on the eastern front to face Yang Mi, which is strange. Isn't the war on the eastern front not over yet? How can the army march to the inland? Or is it the so-called The rebellion in the Gaoluo country is simply a smoke screen for you, Your Highness, just to pretend to leave and deceive King De into rebellion?"
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and this was exactly her doubt. Back then, Changsun Wuji left in a hurry because of Gaoluo's rebellion on the eastern front. Until the suicide incident at the city gate, she never heard that Gaoluo had put down the rebellion, but King De In one incident, the army that was supposed to be on the Eastern Front appeared inland. It really makes people think that this whole incident of Changsun Wuji's "Gaoluo's rebellion, fighting on two fronts, and being exhausted", led King De to think that there is an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Are all the incidents just a fraudulent claim by Changsun Wuji to lure snakes out of the cave
The eldest grandson Wuji picked up the tea brought by the maid, and blew slowly, "Where did King Lie hear the news that the war on the Eastern Front is not over?"
Zhan Beiye was stunned—he hadn’t heard that the war on the Eastern Front was over, but he hadn’t heard that the Eastern Front wasn’t over either. Changsun Wuji asked this question, but he couldn’t answer. After thinking about it, he sneered, “That’s, Whether there is a war or not, whether it is over or not, in the final analysis, it is up to the prince to overturn it with a single mouth, but it is just pity for some poor people who were kept in the dark and almost lost their lives."
Changsun Wuji put down the teacup, looked at him with a smile, and said, "His Royal Highness Lie Wang is known for his urgency, honesty and courage. I don't want to see you today. I am really surprised."
"Your Highness, are you saying that this king is beating around the bush?" Zhan Beiye sat with a golden sword, "This king thinks that His Highness is better at this—but since you said I was devious, I will show you directly—what I said is Fuyao, eldest grandson Wuji, look at Fuyao, look at her! Look at what she has become!"
He suddenly became furious, raised his hand and slapped the cup in his hand. The cup shattered against the window sill, splashing green tea juice in all directions, and dripping onto the floor.
"Changsun Wuji, I'm too lazy to argue with you! I'll just ask you, since you refuse to let her go, you should take on the responsibility of a man! What did you let her go through? Meng Fuyao doesn't exist in this world Do you know? Where were you at that time? I admit that you borrowed my soldiers. Anyway, it was not for you, but for Fuyao, but why do you think that everything will be fine, and you can leave her alone? Running thousands of miles, leaving her to face the situation of life and death alone?"
Meng Fuyao sat on the side dumbfounded, never could have imagined how a diabolical verbal battle would suddenly rise to the stage of scolding, and it would directly involve her. She looked at herself a little coldly, and muttered in a low voice, "Look What about me? I think I'm pretty good..." Zong Yue, who was taking her pulse, frowned, and said coldly, "It's very good, the body is weak, the energy is weak, the meridians are chaotic, it can't be better, so we are all on our own looking for trouble."
Meng Fuyao immediately shut up, not daring to speak.
The atmosphere in the room fell silent, and the air was getting colder and colder. Changsun Wuji put down his teacup, remained silent, and said slowly for a while, "This is indeed something I need to explain to Fuyao, but, King Lie, it seems that I didn't I need to tell you."
"You don't need to explain to me, and I don't intend to listen to you, a person who plays tricks all day long and can even borrow someone he likes." Zhan Beiye stood up coldly, pointed at Meng Fuyao and said, " These days, when I look at her, I kind of understand her thoughts. Zhan Beiye is not a stalker, and Zhan Beiye's self-esteem is not so low that it is worthless. I thought about quitting, as long as Meng Fuyao Just be happy with yourself, but now, I've changed my mind!"
He untied his jade pendant from his waist, put it on the table with a snap, and said in an awe-inspiring manner, "Meng Fuyao, this is my betrothal gift!"
Changsun Wuji's eyebrows twitched, Zong Yue's face turned pale, and Meng Fuyao immediately jumped up.
Pinpin pinpin dowry... Why is this getting louder and more noisy...
"Fuyao, I used to think that if you liked him, there was nothing to say, but now I feel that Changsun Wuji is not suitable for you! He will kill you! His eldest grandson's family has no distinction between family and country. To be her woman is to marry For politics, it is inevitable to be accompanied by conspiracy and wind and rain in life. He will never give up his countrymen and his world for you, and you, a person like you, is independent and tough, and you will not be willing to compromise and rely on the protection of others , following him, you will live a very tiring life, and even lose your life. I don't want to see the woman I like go on such a road, so, today my employment