Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

The gossip is well-informed, Fu Er has heard about the situation in Tianchen Palace from his parents a long time ago, who would have thought that he came to visit with good intentions, and when he turned around, he was stuffed with dog food by the person concerned.

Trying to ignore the appearance of his friend who deserved a beating, Fu Er lowered his voice and asked, "Are you serious?"

Bringing out the death-prevention gold medal to protect an outsider who is not related by blood is really not like the Huo family's son's usual style. If he is not sure that the other party has no old acquaintance with Feng Xiao, he will think that Huo Jingxuan is secretly in love with him.

"Playing?" The long eyebrows were slightly drawn, and the man shook his head with a serious face, "He is the wife I am marrying."

Fu Er, who thought he was deceived: ...

"It's okay for you to lie to others with such a clumsy excuse, is there something else we brothers can do?" Hearing the joke, he opened his eyes wide, and Fu Er dawdly patted the other party's shoulder, "Is it still okay for you to get married?" But for seven days, could it be that Feng Xiao is a fox demon who got out of the story book?"

Thinking of the seductive style of the young man in the bed, Mr. Huo turned sideways to avoid his friend's salty pig's claws, and nodded in a serious manner: "Maybe it is true."

——Otherwise, how could he let down his guard against "Feng Xiao" alone with his cautious and cautious behavior for many years?

It seemed that from the moment he heard the other party's voice outside the sedan chair on the wedding day, his long-silent emotion gradually broke through the ice. He had never seen it before, but he always had an inexplicable trust and familiarity with the young man.

"Huo San, Huo San? Huo Jingxuan!" Waving his left hand vigorously in front of the man, Fu Er rubbed his chin in amazement, "I heard that the host of the White Horse Temple in the suburbs of Beijing is quite capable, so you can donate some incense money to get a lottery." ?”

Counting the distant branch of the family who separated early, Mr. Huo is indeed the third child in the Jing family. Since he was a child, he has been used to the fu's second child's nonsense. The man retorted solemnly: "I don't believe in ghosts and gods."

"Huo still has to accompany his wife to have dinner. If Young Master Fu is fine, he can go home right away."

Looking at the gentle and handsome side face of the other party, Fu Er was heartbroken: "You value sex over friends!"

"I'm just worried that you will be involved in the second prince's injury."

"Come on less! You're right that you value sex over friends!" He didn't believe the reason of the man's nonsense at all, Fu Er complained with grief and indignation, and didn't even give him lunch. Huo Jingxuan, do you dare to be more stingy.

"Okay, okay," he shrugged helplessly, the smile in the man's eyes turned real, "Who made my wife so beautiful, Huo is really reluctant to let outsiders see more."

Fu Er: ... sour.

Really sour.

Even though he often went in and out of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in Fireworks and Willow Lane on weekdays, the well-informed and well-informed second son of the Duke's Mansion still had a row of teeth knocked out by the other party, and walked out the door in a daze. I feel that I should not worry about the emperor's suppression of the Huo family, but should find a doctor to treat the other party's brain.

Sending away the only Fu Er who would take the initiative to come to the door, the Huo Mansion, which has always kept a low profile, completely closed its doors to thank guests, directly ushering in the most deserted window period in recent years, and at this time the old emperor was upset when he saw Feng Xiao In a short period of time, no courtier dared to openly come to disturb the two people's cleanliness.

After three years of filial piety, Mr. Huo, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, had already understood the true meaning of keeping a low profile. In the early winter of the same year, the man on the dragon chair had an emergency in the early court, and the fighting between the princes became more intense.

Accustomed to holding all the power in his own hands, the old emperor did not appoint a prince for a long time when he was sober. This "emergency" without a clear cause came without warning, and no one expected that His Majesty, who is physically strong, would suddenly fall ill.

The group of dragons has no leader, and the changes in the court are even more treacherous. At the same time, Mr. Huo, who has temporarily put aside his medical skills and is running secretly, has formally won the trust of the third prince's camp by relying on his own talents.

However, most of these scheming schemes that sound exciting have nothing to do with Chi Hui. As a poor little man with limited legs and feet, all he wants to do now is to eat and wait to die. That's how it should be used.

[I think you are simply lazy,] Sucking away the non-existent saliva, 0527 pitifully analyzed the smell in the air, [This hot pot smells really good...]

Wrapped in silver, the young man was wearing a big cloak and sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, as gorgeous as the last red plum in the snow. He quickly boiled a chopstick of mutton in the hot pot, and Chi Hui took a sip of wine in satisfaction: 【Cool! 】

The ingredients exchanged from the system store couldn’t be fresher, and supplemented by the cheap hot pot ingredients cooked by the husband himself, the young man would be rounded by this, if it weren’t for someone who always takes care of it as a doctor , Why should he steal like a thief while the other party is out to discuss matters.

As for 0527, who can't taste human food normally, he can only "smell" the molecules when he is so greedy that he drools.

【I hate! 】

Biting the data handkerchief like a resentful woman, 0527 asked tirelessly: [Is today's hot pot delicious? 】

"Is it tasty?"

The last three words subtly overlapped, and the young man in red who was holding the chopsticks turned his head stiffly, and sure enough, he saw a smiling man behind him——

Oops, he was so excited after eating hot pot that he forgot that the other party would return home early today.

Casually pointing to the stone bench in the lake pavilion, Chi Hui pretended to greet calmly: "Sit."

"The servants in the mansion are too spoiled with you." Shaking his head helplessly, Huo Jingxuan took out a handkerchief to wipe off the fine sweat on the young man's forehead, "It's freezing cold and you run outside, my lady's legs don't hurt anymore?"

Chi Hui who turned on the pain shield: ...Don't tell me, I really don't hurt.

After six months of intensive recuperation, although Chi Hui is still unable to walk upright, the pain in his legs has been relieved by more than half. With the help of 0527's plug-in, he really doesn't feel any discomfort now.

However, thinking of the bowls of traditional Chinese medicine that were so bitter that he doubted his life, the young man in red still recognized the situation: "I'm wearing a big cloak, but I'm still eating hot pot."

"I said that you should avoid spicy food when you take medicine recently." He ruthlessly took away the silver-patterned wooden chopsticks from the opponent's hand, and the man turned his head to look at the glowing red soup base, "It seems that the lady really ignored her husband's doctor's advice. "

Putting on the fiery red fox fur on the young man, he sat down at the stone table slowly: "However, wasting food is not what a gentleman likes, and this table of hot pot will be done by my husband himself."

"Huo Jingxuan!"

"Huh?" Slowly pouring ingredients into the hot pot, the man who is used to it didn't even raise his eyes, "Your lady wants to use a knife?"

I just want to eat hot pot.

As if nothing had happened, Chi Hui withdrew his right hand that was holding the handle of the knife. Chi Hui in the sea of ​​knowledge was tearful, and he was on top of the game. Sometimes he really wanted to make a Huo Jingxuan wooden stake, and use the opponent to practice sword skills.

The progress of the original script was advanced by two months, and the young man in red suddenly said, "Is he going to die?"

"Tomorrow night." We all know who should be the one to die, and Huo Jingxuan didn't go around in circles, "He Zhaoming is going to force the palace to usurp the throne, my lady, would you be interested in seeing the end of this good show?"

——I can't understand the fairness and kindness of the protagonist Gong hidden under the vigorous and resolute wind. The old emperor actually prefers the fourth son whose personality is the most like his own. In his opinion, the dragon chair is a treasure that everyone wants to grab. The ruler's rule lasts forever, and the descendants who succeed in the future must doubt everything alone.

Without trust, there will be no betrayal, ruthless, and treating people's hearts as the battlefield and pawns of the emperor's power, this is the way he believes in being a king.

Chi Hui didn't want to understand or comment on the various three views that appeared in the script, but judging from the development of the Chen dynasty after He Zhaoming ascended the throne and the response from the people, most people seem to prefer this kind of king with a bottom line.

"Tomorrow night..." Recovering from his chaotic thoughts, the young man bent his index finger and tapped his knee, "I heard that the fourth prince has recently received the support of Du Xiang, is the third prince fully sure?"

Familiar with all the links, the man took a sip of wine from the other party's glass: "Don't worry, he won't bet on Lin Qingzhu's life."

Withstood the pressure of all parties and refused to accept the side concubine, He Zhaoming's affection for Lin Qingzhu can be learned from the sun and the moon. You must know that a healthy male heir is undoubtedly a huge enough bargaining chip at this critical juncture when the Eight Immortals cross the sea and each show their magical powers.

"Maybe." Recalling the young emperor who made his father loyally follow him, the young man caressed the Xiuchun scabbard with indifferent eyes. "The person who sits in that position will always change."

The script formed by the fate line will only record the happiest moment of the protagonist's attack and suffering, without actually experiencing it, and no one knows what the final outcome of the protagonists will be.

"I won't change."

As soon as he grasped the young man's cold little hand, Huo Jingxuan lightly patted it twice: "When all the dust settles, my husband will elope out of the city with his wife to hide in peace."

"The water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the boundless desert, and the vast grassland where you can gallop wildly... After the husband heals the lady's leg disease, we will go to see the vast world outside the capital together."

Clearly moved by the secluded life drawn by the man, the young man in red still snorted coldly and said, "With your three-legged skill, I'm afraid you will be robbed by various bandits just as soon as you go out."

"That's why I need a lady to protect her personally." Frankly admitting his lack of force, Mr. Huo narrowed his phoenix eyes thoughtfully, "At that time, the lady must hold her husband firmly and ride a horse."

"By the way, I just bought some new Fengyue albums a few days ago, and this seems to be quite interesting..."

"Zheng!"

The long knife with simple patterns buzzed out of its sheath unbearably, and cut the man's hair tie into two neatly, and took out the jade crown from his arms as expected. Huo Jingxuan skillfully arranged his appearance, and then calmly Put the meatballs that have been rinsed off the chili into the youth bowl: "It hurts the body, the lady eats vegetables."

Chi Hui, who desperately resisted the temptation of hot pot: I really want to kill someone.

……

Really fragrant.