The high-quality suet jade pendant is crystal clear without any impurities, like a pool of solidified water, engraved with the totem of the black dragon in the wild, with a majestic battle character engraved in the center, painted with iron and silver hooks, it is incomparably noble.
Zhan Beiye stretched out his palm, as if he didn't intend to take it back, he looked at Meng Fuyao with a firm and scorching expression.
Meng Fuyao stared at the cool-colored jade, but it was as if she saw a scorching fire. The fire penetrated into the bottom of her heart and burned her to the point where she didn't know where she was. She couldn't bear to hurt Zhan Beiye's self-esteem. After all, it wasn't the two of them getting along in private, so she rejected it ruthlessly. The eldest grandson Wuji was still there. Not accepting it would not only hurt Zhan Beiye even more, but also lead to a new round of misunderstandings.
Meng Fuyao realized that she was very ruthless when she was doing bad things, and she was ruthless when people treated her badly, but if they were kind to her, she was bound by her conscience, and she couldn't do anything with restraint. She was really aggrieved.
Oh, can I pass out now? Too fake
Her eyeballs rolled around, she thought about it for a full century, and finally she was cruel, damn it, I won't accept it, just explain it here, no one will accept it!
When Duan kept being disturbed by it, she hesitated, wouldn't it hurt Zhan Beiye for the rest of his life, for a character like him, his steps and vision should be in the whole world of Wuzhou Continent, and he shouldn't waste time on her.
Meng Fuyao raised his head, gritted his teeth, and was about to speak when a hand suddenly stretched out beside him and took the jade pendant.
Grandson Wuji!
Meng Fuyao's head buzzed, and she became confused immediately. She looked up at Changsun Wuji in astonishment, and Zhan Beiye said angrily, "What do you mean by taking this?"
"Brother Zhan," Changsun Wuji said with a faint smile, "why make it difficult for Fuyao? It's not as simple as you handing over a woman's heart for a man to win a woman's heart, just as I have never regarded Fuyao as my personal taboo, Your Excellency should too." Give her the freedom to choose and accept."
"Did I ever say I wouldn't give her this freedom?" Zhan Beiye sneered, "Changsun Wuji, don't imply provocative words, and Meng Fuyao, you don't have to be afraid to save my face here. I said I won't give up, then It will not disappear from now on just because you refuse."
"Since the prince is destined not to give up, what's the use of this piece of jade?" Changsun Wuji smiled, "I don't mean to provoke, I accept this piece of jade, and I definitely don't mean Fuyao. This is a war between me and you, Fuyao should be kept out of the matter, what we need to do is not to force her to choose someone, but to let her decide who to finally accept in the long test of time."
Zhan Beiye was silent, looking thoughtfully at the man who spoke with a smile on the opposite side—Fuyao's heart was clearly biased towards Changsun Wuji, but he, the winner, did not take the opportunity to assume the posture of possessor, but took a step back, willing to be fair to him Competition, this step back is so magnanimous and beautiful, it didn't make Meng Fuyao feel disgusted by him, but also relieved her embarrassment caused by her kindness, and even confessed herself intentionally or unintentionally, if it was him and Beiye who moved Meng Fuyao, Fuyao, now it's time to replace his eldest grandson Wuji.
Such an opponent who has almost never lost, and is absolutely strong in the field of battlefield power and even in the field of love!
Zhan Beiye took a deep breath, and suddenly felt agitated, and the never-fading militant factor in his body was ignited. He stared at Changsun Wuji with shining eyes, and sneered, "Okay, very good, between you and me, There was no possibility of coexistence."
"Thank you, Lie Wang, for your generosity." Changsun Wuji bowed, "I will use this piece of jade to remind myself that Fuyao is very good, she deserves to be loved by many people, and she deserves to be cherished even more; I will also use this piece of jade to warn myself, It's a dowry gift given to Fuyao by others, if I can't be the same with her, this jade, I will give it back to Fuyao who deserves it."
Zhan Beiye's gaze flashed again, and Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows—return Zhan Beiye's dowry to me? can you? Changsun Wuji, you look generous, but you are actually full of confidence...
"However, shouldn't Lie Wang also have corresponding oaths and be subject to corresponding constraints?" Changsun Wuji suddenly made a turning point, and his tone was nail-biting, "If you can't treat Fuyao as you swore, if you haven't fulfilled your intention Jianzhi, should you also leave voluntarily and give this valuable jade pendant to my subordinates to enrich the treasury?"
Zhan Beiye was stunned, his gaze changed, and he laughed for a long time, "Trap me? Well, you eldest grandson Wuji, are you supervising me? I finally know your intention of taking this jade pendant. You know that Fuyao is soft-hearted, afraid She will impress me sooner or later, I am afraid that she will hesitate to back down because of my friendship with her, so you accept my token, and then make progress by retreating, run on me with words and swear, if I make any mistakes in the future, You will break the jade on her behalf, even if Fuyao doesn't say anything at that time, with you watching, I will be ashamed to continue pursuing—you are so scheming!"
"Why didn't I set myself a trap? This is a set of oaths, and it is the price that people who think they have sincerity and can stand the test must pay." Changsun Wuji smiled, "King Lie - the war between you and me, dare you ?”
"Why don't you dare?" Zhan Beiye replied proudly, "There is nothing in the world that I dare not fight with Beiye. Do you think you have a chance to win? I want you to see that I can conquer the world by fighting Beiye Wu, and Rou can also win hearts! "
Changsun Wuji smiled without saying a word, put the jade pendant into his sleeve, the eyes of the two raised, they collided for a moment, Meng Fuyao immediately felt a thunder strike from the sky again, and his head became dizzy, like an electric shock.
Without saying a word, she climbed onto the bed and covered her head with the quilt.
I can't stand it, why do I have to be so generous and affectionate? Why do you have to confess so foolishly? Why do you have to be so considerate and meticulous? Why do you have to tell her every sentence? Can't you tell yourself to the corner? Isn't this forcing us to burn all five inside and six gods without a master, seven meat, eight vegetables and nine deaths...
The quilt was pressed tightly on his head, and Meng Fuyao wailed—I beg you to bear me, please bear me, please bear me...
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Now Meng Fuyao deeply realizes that he is a small person.
The definition of a small person is that you will never be able to figure out and control the plans and thoughts of a big person.
The little man Meng Fuyao, after experiencing a night of insomnia, finally realized the magnificent tactics of the eldest grandson Prince for love: force is not force, not force is force, use the technique of not force to practice the reality of persecution, do not force others but force his heart...
Well, Meng Fuyao was surrounded by herself, anyway, that's it, those two kept saying that they wouldn't force her, but let her choose, they could just try their best, but she felt that she had been silently manipulated by someone Backed into a corner, powerless to do anything about the current situation.
She was harassed in turn last night—actually, Prince Zhan personally delivered the medicine and the eldest grandson came to tuck the quilt, Prince Zhan blushed and wanted to feed the medicine himself, but Meng Fuyao sternly refused—I didn’t break my hand, what a fart, The eldest grandson tucked in the quilt, Meng Fuyao waited for him with burning eyes, and begged—you tuck it up quickly, I deliberately exposed more than half of my shoulders to wait for you to tuck it in, and I can sleep in peace after you tuck it up.
Prince Zhan finally walked away angrily with the medicine bowl in his hand. Changsun Wuji finished tucking in and was about to sit down. Meng Fuyao reminded him with a sinister smile—fair competition.
At that time, the eldest grandson smiled as usual, and replied, "Fuyao, believe that there is absolute fairness in this world and insist on observing it, except for idiots who are stubborn."
... Well, Meng Fuyao wept, and he and Zhan Beiye were unknowingly raped again.
Fortunately, Changsun Wuji didn't do too many outrageous things after tucking her in, that is, he made a close contact with her above half of her shoulders, and the diameter, depth and time were all controlled within a basically reasonable range.
When the two men ended their harassment that night, the little man Meng Fuyao jumped out of his current identity and looked at the current battle situation and future development very rationally with the mentality of a detached spectator. Sighed.
At this time, the Dewang incident has come to an end, Dewang was escorted to Huazhou, Meng Fuyao counted the time, this year's Zhenwu Conference held in Tiansha Kingdom is almost approaching, she must go to experience the world's martial arts, good Improve her Nine Heavens Breaking Technique again. Some time ago, she asked Zong Yue about the situation of the Temple of Evergreen Sky. Zong Yue has a license in the Seven Kingdoms. Being able to collect herbs on Evergreen Mountain outside the temple, he told Meng Fuyao at that time that entering the kingdom of the sky itself is very difficult, but after entering it does not mean that you can enter the temple. The four god realms of Yunfu and Tianyu are places where human lives can be harvested, and it is impossible for an idle master to pass a level.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath at that time, and asked Zong Yue what level he needs to be able to pass the level smoothly. Zong Yue glanced at her and said, "If you can practice this so-so technique that you possess, if you can practice it to the first The eighth or ninth floor is probably passable."
The so-called "Broken Nine Heavens", which Zong Yue said was just a so-so skill, and he had to practice it close to the top level to "probably be able to pass". The news is still not accurate enough. It seems that the most difficult thing is not necessarily to collect the tokens of the Seven Kingdoms to travel through the Seven Kingdoms, but to improve one's own strength.
Meng Fuyao was thinking about how to bid farewell to grandson Wuji, and get rid of Zhan Beiye and go to Tiansha by himself. He didn't want to overhear Zong Yue saying that Guo Pingrong's master Fang Yimo had arrived near Huazhou and might visit his apprentice. Zong Yue planned to Dealing with Fang Yimo to see if he could get the antidote and formula for "locking love", Zhan Beiye naturally refused to give up when he heard about this, and Meng Fuyao was also embarrassed to let others run around for her, but he slipped away, so he had to go with him to Huazhou .
Before she set off, an imperial decree from the Wuji court on rewards for meritorious deeds had already been issued to Yaocheng, conferring on Meng Fuyao the title of General Yingyi, eating the towns of Yaocheng and Suishui, and controlling the lands of the two armies. Meng Fuyao received the decree in Yaocheng. On that day, the main hall was opened. Hundreds of thousands of Yaocheng soldiers and civilians flocked in front of the county government office. In front of the gates of countless Han people, fire bamboos and set up cases, sprinkle water to pave the way, and the voices of cheers and praises are endless.
Standing on the steps, Meng Fuyao looked at this scene in a daze, and murmured, "Is it so exaggerated?"
"Why not?" It was Changsun Wuji who answered, "You deserve it."
"It seems that I didn't do anything." Meng Fuyao smiled wistfully, "It's just a show of bravery, and almost caused disaster. It's quite silly."
"How many people can show the 'courage of every man' like you?" Changsun Wuji looked at her deeply, "Fuyao is easier said than done, although thousands of people will do it, it sounds generous and fierce. And there isn't one."
Meng Fuyao smiled and waved to the cheering common people. At this moment, she suddenly felt that although she didn't ask for compensation, the blood that was shed, the grievances that were thrown away, and the things that she sacrificed and worked hard for, was worth it in exchange. Still very happy.
She smiled and asked Changsun Wuji: "Did you go through the back door for me?"
"Father doesn't know who Meng Fuyao is at all." Changsun Wuji replied, "This is really just a reward for meritorious deeds. Fuyao, you have the gift of rebirth to Yao Cheng, and the contribution to the collapse of King De's army, honor Your title is just a reward you fully deserve, it has nothing to do with you knowing me."
Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "What do I need these two cities for? I won't stay here forever."
Changsun Wuji turned his eyes and looked at her silently. Seeing her shrinking her neck in guilt, she said, "Yaocheng and Suishui will always be yours. What you protect with your own ability, no one else can replace."
There seemed to be deep meaning in his words, and Meng Fuyao's neck shortened a bit when he heard it, and she rolled her eyes and said, "I'll go pee." She ran away quickly, and on her shoulder was Mrs. Yuan Bao, who was looking forward to him. Only Mouse has finally felt recently that the scenery seen from Meng Fuyao's shoulder is actually quite interesting.
For example, looking at the master can see more clearly.
Master Yuan Bao thinks that although Meng Fuyao is not that annoying anymore, there is still a little bit of annoying. For example, regarding the ownership of the master, this is a matter of principle and cannot be given up. A mouse who does not want to get a master is not a good mouse, and Yuan Bao who does not want to defeat his love rival Not a good ingot.
On that day, Changsun Wuji and Zhan Beiye talked about the ownership of the jade pendant. It listened to the whole thing with a candy in its mouth, and praised it very much. However, Master Yuanbao also felt that it was better to fight a fool from his own heart, and if he sold Meng Fuyao, wouldn't he be his master
So Lord Yuan Bao squatted on Meng Fuyao's shoulder, sucked the snacks that Meng Fuyao fed to him, and seriously thought about how to sell Meng Fuyao.
Mr. Yuan Bao thought about it for several days, and he was already on his way to Huazhou. The war between the Rong and Rong was still going on, but he was doomed to linger on. The eldest grandson Wuji directly entrusted such trivial matters to his generals, and a group of several people toured the mountains Those who play in the water are going to Huazhou. In his selfish heart, he naturally hopes that some people will not come with him, but it doesn't matter if he must come. Sooner or later, he will tell you to go back home.
But he didn't expect that the mouse was turning black, trying to sell the woman he liked to his love rival.
Resting at the foot of Ningshan Mountain in Huazhou this day, Tie Cheng, who has already served as Meng Fuyao's guard, surveyed the surrounding terrain early. It is said that this group of people are all big, and there should be a lot of guards. Unfortunately, several of them like to be free. , Changsun Wuji's guards have always been in the dark, and Zhan Beiye believes in his own strength the most. Ya Lanzhu feels that it is his blessing that he does not provoke others. Xiang Meng Fuyao felt that she was a little bird that needed protection.
"Little Bird" was well taken care of. When drinking tea, Prince Zhan personally added tea, but it was a pity that all the tea spilled on Meng Fuyao's sleeves. Zhan Beiye hurriedly wiped it off with an embarrassing expression on his face. Changsun Wuji said lightly, "Fuyao I don't like tea."
Meng Fuyao couldn't bear to look at Zhan Beiye's face, stood up and said, "I'll make it easier for you." Master Yuan Bao immediately jumped onto her shoulder and made a paw gesture of "I'll make it easier for you too", Meng Fuyao scolded, "Your kidney deficiency, you, Didn’t you shush just now?” One person and one mouse cursed at each other and went to the back of the tea shed.
After a while, rats squeaked from the simple toilet behind the tea shed. The sound was long and trembling. A high-pitched line was pulled up, and then fell down dangerously. Changsun Wuji raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, thinking that Mr. Yuan Bao had broken the habit of singing shit again, and the singing became more and more shocking.
He lowered his eyebrows to drink tea, and when he raised his eyes again, Zhan Beiye was gone.
Changsun Wuji was stunned, and then remembered that the mouse's singing voice was not something normal people could accept and get used to. Rather than singing like singing, it seemed like it was suffering ten tortures, especially when it hummed with its ecstatic bass, it would It is reminiscent of some abnormal scenes, and Zhan Wangye probably thinks it is calling for help, so it is very reasonable to think of Fuyao with Yuanbao, and then imagine continuing to put on wings and fly to some dark nights, alleys, and tears The ripped clothes, the screams piercing the darkness, and so on.
Changsun Wuji smiled lightly and poured himself another cup of tea.
ok you rat...
In the toilet, Master Yuan Bao squatted on top of Meng Fuyao's head and sang vigorously, poking his head out of the curtain while singing, why didn't he come? If you don't come again, Meng Fuyao's pants will be pulled up...
Meng Fuyao pulled Xiaoyi and begged it, "Please don't sing, I'd rather you sing Shibamo..."
Master Yuan Bao saw a black shadow approaching like a tornado with sharp eyes.
"Zhi—" Master Yuan Bao ended its summoning journey with the strongest high pitched voice in a century, and jumped out of the window with a flick of his buttocks.
Meng Fuyao was taken aback for a moment, and said while picking up his trousers, "What medicine did the dead mouse take wrongly..."
When the wind rolled, his eyes lit up.
A black and red figure swept over, lifted the curtain, and said in a loud voice, "Fuyao, but encountering an enemy..."
He stopped suddenly.
In front of me, the slender and exquisite woman's clothes are disheveled, her upper shirt is slightly lifted, and her lower skirt is pulled up, so the clothes that are not fully connected reveal a touch of jade-like color, which is set off by the dark-colored clothes, like A touch of snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain.
The frightened woman raised her head slightly, opened her mouth slightly, her teeth were white and her red lips were bright, because she was suddenly shocked and embarrassed in private, a little blush gradually appeared on her cheeks. A red candle was lit in the jade porcelain bowl, and through the crystal clear jade color, a hazy and flickering brilliance could be seen.
Zhan Beiye's breathing stopped, and he felt suffocated by the beauty for a moment, as if he saw the crape myrtle flowers in Yutong Palace blooming most beautifully many years ago. He turned around the corridor and saw his mother and concubine quietly independent under the flowers. Blowing through the deep spring of Tongge, looking back at the smiling mother and concubine, her eyes are radiant.
His heart suddenly ached.
On the contrary, this pain gave him a bit of clarity, and then he realized the current situation—Meng Fuyao was relieved, he didn't meet the enemy at all, and her pants hadn't been pulled up yet.
Prince Zhan immediately burst into flames.
Especially when Meng Fuyao finally woke up from the shock and embarrassment, and began to raise his eyebrows dangerously, Zhan Beiye's burning became blacker and blacker, and he had nowhere to put out the fire.
Backing away in a hurry, Zhan Beiye himself didn't know what to say, he retreated too hastily, he forgot that he was still holding the curtain in his hand, and with a "chi la", the curtain was pulled down.
The heroic posture of Meng Fuyao who was squatting in front of the toilet immediately stood out clearly in the eyes of the few who followed...
After a while of silence.
"Zhan Beiye, go to hell!"
Meng Fuyao's roar frightened the birds on the tree to fly into the air, and they scattered in the sky. Zhan Beiye's face turned water chestnut-colored under the eyes of everyone, and he tried to hang up the half of the curtain with the intention of embarrassing, but Meng Fuyao was very upset. He snatched it angrily, jumped up and stepped on it, and when he stepped on it, he tied up his untied pants by the way.
After tying it up, she immediately changed her face, patted Zhan Beiye's shoulder as if nothing had happened, and said, "Just now I was scolding for fun, but it was actually just to attract their attention so that I could take the opportunity to tie my pants."
She clapped her hands and walked away gracefully, leaving Zhan Beiye standing there with a wry smile, not knowing whether to thank or hate Meng Fuyao for his rough nerves in certain aspects.
Meng Fuyao walked away, smiling as if nothing had happened, then she flipped through Master Yuan Bao's snack box, after a while, Changsun Wuji took the box away, and flipped through it too.
That night, Master Yuan Bao had diarrhea and hiccups...
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Staying at the inn that night, a few people occupied the entire yard, they were all difficult to take care of, and no one would sleep with anyone, so they simply shared a room with each other.
In the evening, we had dinner in the private room of the inn. There was a hot pot in the dish, a bit like a modern hot pot. There was a small brass stove sitting on an earthenware pot, which was filled with various meats and some seasonal vegetables. Meng Fuyao came a step later , came over after taking a shower, and said from afar, "It smells so good."
As soon as she sat down, two bowls of soup were handed over to her. The grandson Wuji on the left looked at her with a smile, and said, "You like rabbit meat." Prince Zhan on the right said, "If you eat too much meat, you will get angry. The mushrooms in it Not bad, very tender, try it."
Meng Fuyao stared at the two bowls of soup, like staring at the two bowls of poison, and Ya Lanzhu put down the chopsticks in that box, pouted and said, "I haven't eaten meat, I haven't had soup yet."
Those two didn't seem to hear it, but Zong Yue unhurriedly picked up chopsticks and yam for her, and said, "It's better to eat this, to clear the fire and dryness, to nourish Qi and calm the mind."
Hearing his ironic tone, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but want to laugh, and tried his best to hold back, and took out from his bosom the pepper that he had collected from Changsun Wuji last time. She had dried it and ground it into powder, and put it in two bowls of soup. Each sprinkled a little, and said with a smile, "This kind of pot tastes better when it's a little spicy. Come, you two have a taste." Said calmly, they pushed the bowls back.
The eldest grandson Wuji looked at her, smiled, and drank the soup slowly, but Zhan Beiye held up the soup bowl and gurgled down like drinking. The chili was very spicy, and he drank in a hurry and couldn't help coughing. Yalanzhu wanted to help him He beat his back, and was stared back at him with a stern look.
Meng Fuyao pretended not to notice, buried her face in the soup bowl and slurped the soup, wailing in her heart—how should I live this day...
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In the evening, Ya Lanzhu suddenly ran over, hugged her quilt and said that she couldn't sleep alone, and wanted to be with her. Meng Fuyao didn't know that she was narrow-minded. Wasn't she afraid that Zhan Beiye would crawl on her bed? Exception, one by one develops the problem of climbing the bed, so it's okay
She also welcomes Yalanzhu in her heart, at least this way she won't have to face Prince Zhan's delivery of medicine and the eldest grandson's tucking in the quilt. The two talked on the bed for most of the night, during which Meng Fuyao asked how she liked Yalanzhu In the battle against Beiye, Ya Lanzhu hugged the pillow and said with blurred eyes, "I don't know, I just remember that when I was very young, I once followed my brother to visit the kingdom of Tiansha, and got lost in the palace of Tiansha , crashed into a beautiful palace, and saw him washing a beautiful woman's hair. I've never seen boys wash their hair. Both my father and brother are women washing their hair. When the water was hot and the water was cold, I kicked it away. At that time, I was standing in front of the palace gate, looking at the crape myrtle flowers. He washed the woman’s long hair little by little, and dried her hair with a cloth. I suddenly stayed... "
Meng Fuyao was also dumbfounded.
Many, many years ago, in the lonely palace where the crazy concubine lived, under the garden full of crape myrtle flowers, the forgotten young prince half-kneeled in front of the basin, washing the hair of his mad concubine mother. Strands of blue silk are held in the palm of the young man, just like those days that passed like flowing water. In those days, he and her depended on each other for life. In her obsessed and empty world, there was always his meticulous care. Summer storms are still rainy in spring, because of his persistence, she is miserable, but lives happily.
However, suffering exists after all, and someone has to bear it. When that crazy mother blanked herself and didn't know what suffering was, all the pain and loneliness must be borne by that young man, right? Since he was a child, his immature shoulders have borne double pain, hers and his.
Meng Fuyao suddenly understood the origin of Zhan Beiye's bright and heroic character—he had to be bright, his crazy mother needed sunshine-like warmth to soothe her heart that was forever sad because of the coldness, if he was gloomy again , who will illuminate the dark world of his mother and concubine? If he is gloomy, who knows if those imperial brothers who are staring at him will label him as "resentful"
He has to be heroic and brave - he has been at a disadvantage from the very beginning, he has to struggle more than others to get basic equal treatment, once he is weak, he will be trampled to the end, together with his mother and concubine!
Meng Fuyao sighed deeply, looking at the sleepy face of Yalanzhu who had fallen asleep, this is a naive child, but also a child who knows how to love, hey, Zhan Beiye and Zhan Beiye are really a good match …
Thinking about it like this, she suddenly felt something was wrong, Ya Lanzhu was not weak in martial arts anyway, why did she suddenly fall asleep while speaking well
Immediately after she smelled a faint fragrance, that elegant but seductive fragrance, she turned sideways and saw a pair of deep smiling eyes.
Changsun Wuji smiled slightly in the dim light of the room, as blurred and charming as the moon in the sky, he pointed to his lips and gave a soft "shh".
Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, he was playing tricks, obviously he touched the child's acupoints.
Seeing that the eldest grandson Wuji took off his shoes and got on the couch after hushing, he couldn't help being startled, and said in a low voice, "Ya Lanzhu is still on the bed, are you ashamed?"
"I know you will be embarrassed on my behalf, so you can carry her out." Changsun Wuji smiled and put his hands behind his head, "I don't want to hug any woman except you."
Meng Fuyao smiled helplessly, had no choice but to carry Ya Lanzhu to the outside room, the short couch outside only allowed one person to lie down, Meng Fuyao was worried, what should I do? Just climb back into bed like this? Wouldn't that be me climbing into his bed? Don't go back to sleep? Just let him occupy my bed
She was still thinking about it, when suddenly someone wrapped her waist lightly, and Changsun Wuji was already hugging her behind her.
His chin rested on her shoulder, his breath was light and elegant, and his voice was as low as the rain that sneaked in with the wind on this spring night, drifting into Meng Fuyao's ears.
"Fuyao..."
"Um."
"Fuyao..."
"Um."
"Fuyao..."
Meng Fuyao laughed, looked back at him, and said, "I didn't expect you to play such a child's trick."
Her gaze was still shining brightly in the unlit room, shining like starlight. Changsun Wuji looked at her with a smile and said, "Fuyao, the me you saw was never the real me. Ever since I met you, I have never been the real me." it's me."
The heat between his words brushed behind his ears, and Meng Fuyao couldn't help but want to hide, but his eldest grandson Wuji refused to let go, so Meng Fuyao could only twist his body and chuckle, "Unexpectedly, Prince Wuji is not only scheming, He has a long strategy, is good at battle, understands political disputes, and is actually good at talking about love."
"I wouldn't say these things," Changsun Wuji said leisurely in her ear, "It's a pity that a certain person is so lucky that he attracts all kinds of men. If I don't learn some new words, it's hard to guarantee that I won't be thrown into the head To go after."
"Your words sound like a resentful woman." Meng Fuyao pushed him, felt the skin under his hands was burning, blushed involuntarily, retreated timidly to the window, the window was not closed tightly, a little starlight came in, reflected Liang Changsun Wuji's lips looked like a smile but not a smile, his face was slightly flushed, but his eyes were more blurred than starlight.
Meng Fuyao looked at him, her heart swayed slightly like a wave, and then she felt an immediate pain. She took a helpless breath and changed the subject, "You have something on your mind."
The eldest grandson Wuji came over to hold her hand, and the two lay half side by side on the couch, Meng Fuyao shared a pillow with him, but the eldest grandson Wuji stretched out his hand to grab the one under her, "This is yours, right?"
With a helpless smile, Meng Fuyao scolded, "Trave like a ghost!" Shu Zhan lay down, and looked at the moonlight outside the window side by side with Changsun Wuji. It is pale yellow and light red, with a charming charm. Those mottled flower shadows are reflected on the light blue window paper, forming a bright eye wave.
"Okay, what do you want to say to me?" Meng Fuyao half-closed his eyes, listening to the voice of grass knotted.
"Fuyao, this time I cheated my death in Wanzhou, you never believed that I was really dead, did you?"
"Of course." Meng Fuyao blinked, "I was very scared and worried, especially when Yuan Bao said that you were gone, I almost believed it completely, but I always felt in my heart that the scourge would last for a thousand years, you like this It is completely illogical if he just dies like this."
"You don't forget to hurt others when you say anything," Changsun Wuji pinched her nose, and said for a long time, "Fuyao, I'm glad you trust me. Can you always trust me?"
Meng Fuyao said "Huh?"
"No matter what happens, can you trust me, understand me, and not be confused or shaken by the appearance of those things?"
"Are you talking about King De?" Meng Fuyao asked without answering, "Actually, I don't mind too much. I believe you have something to hide. When you think the time is right, you will naturally tell me."
"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji suddenly sighed softly, "You make me feel like I owe you a lot..."
"Brother," Meng Fuyao turned around and said solemnly, "Don't be moved too early, don't get too excited, let alone make your heart double because of it, or I will be the one to say the last sentence."
"You stubborn little fool..." Changsun Wuji smiled helplessly, patted her on the head, and said, "I won't argue with you on this issue, anyway, let's wait and see."
"Just wait and see." Meng Fuyao said plausibly, "You will find out that I am doing it for your own good."
Changsun Wuji stared at her, really a little annoyed, but Meng Fuyao's eyes were bright, shining like a ray of light that made people's hearts glow, it was really hard to bear to be harsh, Changsun Wuji watched for a long time and suddenly smiled, He said, "Well, since I'm destined to be abandoned by you, and I still have to be grateful for your abandonment, shouldn't you comfort and compensate me now?"
"What?"
"Let me hold her to sleep all night," Changsun Wuji stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms, and sighed leisurely, "I haven't slept well for many days."
Meng Fuyao's legs had already been kicked out, and when she heard this, her legs tightened a little, and during this hesitation, Changsun Wuji had already touched her sleeping point.
Stretching his arms, looking at Meng Fuyao's sleeping face, Changsun Wuji said with a faint smile, "You soft-hearted girl, if only you were soft-hearted towards me..."
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When Meng Fuyao woke up the next day, as soon as she opened her eyes, she was a little nervous to look at the clothes of the grandson Wuji beside her. She was terrified by Zhan Beiye, and she really didn't want to wake up in the morning with another naked man next to her.
There was indeed a man next to him, also naked - Master Yuan Bao.
A certain mouse fell asleep with its paws sprawled out, its pink belly bulging. Meng Fuyao thought of the mouse's scheme to frame her for being watched by Zhan Beiye, and suddenly became angry. He first drew a few strokes on its belly, and then took Pass a note and write a few words.
After Master Yuan Bao woke up, he was still in a semi-twilight state. He closed his eyes and put on his robe. Meng Fuyao pasted the note, and Master Yuan Bao floated out without realizing it. Fluttering.
After a while, Ya Lanzhu's wild laughter sounded outside the yard, and then Lord Yuanbao shot back like an arrow, took off his robe viciously, saw the note, jumped up and stomped on it, and simply didn't wear the robe anymore. He strode out again vigorously.
This time, Ya Lanzhu laughed so hard that she threw herself on the wall. On Master Yuanbao's pink belly, there were two bobas drawn...
For the next day, until he arrived in Huazhou, Meng Fuyao didn't see the mouse, so he asked his eldest grandson Wuji, and he answered with a smile, "Please look for it in the corner."
Looking at him, Meng Fuyao always felt that since he approached Huazhou, although his expression and tone remained the same as usual, there was something wrong with his eyes. This abnormality was especially obvious when he entered the city. Could it be because King De was imprisoned in Huazhou, and he Why do you want to discuss and decide what to do with King De
A group of people broke up near the Huazhou government office. Zhan Beiye Zongyue and others were unwilling to get involved in the affairs of the Wuji royal family, so they went to find a place to live. I want to let you know."
The prefect of Huazhou and the governor of Jiangbei Province under the jurisdiction of Huazhou knelt in front of the mansion in fear and respect, but Changsun Wuji stopped suddenly. He looked at the extravagantly decorated mansion today and said slowly, "Still Is anyone here?"
Governor Cui of Jiangbei Province fell deeply on the ground, and said respectfully, "Report to Your Highness... Queen Fengjia, just arrived in Huazhou..."
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a moment, Empress Yuan? The eldest grandson Wuji's mother? What did she do after leaving the deep palace and rushing to Huazhou
The eldest grandson Wuji paused, and said calmly for a while, "Oh? Is that so? Your mother has traveled a long distance and needs to rest. Let's not bother her."
Governor Cui wiped off his sweat and groaned secretly in his heart. As soon as Empress Yuan arrived, she issued a decree, asking the crown prince to pass it on immediately when she came back. However, he dared to say nothing now, and Quan Wuji knew that there was an undercurrent between the royal mother and son. If you move, whoever touches him will die, now that Changsun Wuji ordered him to do so, he had no choice but to retreat obediently.
"King De is in the underground iron prison in the backyard of your mansion, you didn't tell the queen, did you?" Changsun Wuji walked forward quickly, asking seemingly unintentionally.
"No... no... I dare not disobey the prince's order."
"Well, my lady came to Huazhou to relax, don't disturb Fengjia with these military matters, understand?"
"yes… "
"I don't have anything to worry about in this palace. With the prince here, I will go up to the military country.