Suzhou Mengchang

Zixun walked to Mo Yizhi's side, and slowly sat down on the wooden chair from yesterday.Mo Yizhi still had his eyes closed, and the sunlight shone on him through the branches and leaves at this moment.

"My lord, I think you are very comfortable." Zi Xun did not change his nature, teasing.

"I hang around Xieqiao for so many days, am I uncomfortable?" Mo Yizhi opened his eyes and looked at Zixun with a smile.

"Young master's ears are good!"

"Since I'm dumb, it's only natural that my ears are better."

"How can Mr. Mo be a mute? Who said this? If there is a mute like you, I will take as many as I have!"

"What is Jiao'e going to do here?" Mo Yizhi followed him and asked.

Zixun avoided Mo Yizhi with a smirk, and said: "One beat my legs, one poured me tea, and one combed my hair. It's perfect, it's perfect."

Mo Yizhi ignored him, closed his eyes, and said lightly: "The sun is very good today, so it is suitable for someone to have some daydreams."

"I will do this daydream by myself, and there is another dream that will be fulfilled by my lord." Zi Xun paused for a moment, then continued: "Do you still remember who should be Wu Ya's Fox Emperor?"

"You." A simple and clear answer.

"Mo Yizhi, then give it back to me."

"Okay." Mo Yizhi agreed to Zixun.

In the evening, the lamp was on in the room, and there was a pottery bowl on the table. Mo Yizhi cut his finger and dripped a few drops of blood into it, and Zixun did the same.

Mo Yi is just like a useless person, with no spiritual power, so Zixun can only do the handover of the Fox Emperor.

Zixun crossed his hands in front of his forehead, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and then dipped the blood in the pottery bowl. From top to bottom, he smeared the blood on the purple foxtail imprint at the corner of Mo Yizhi's right eye, then intertwined his hands and retracted it across the forehead.

The foxtail mark on the right corner of Mo Yi's right eye gradually disappeared, and after half an hour, Zi Xun's right eye corner grew a perfect purple foxtail mark.

He didn't ask him what's the use of this identity, and he didn't explain.

It's just that he asked for it, and he gave it.He promised, and he took it.

In a flash, March has passed here, the whole summer has passed, and autumn is slowly coming.

Qingniao has already mastered all kinds of chores and is busy all day long.

And Zixun is responsible for molesting Mo Yizhi in one hundred and eight ways, and Mo Yizhi is responsible for being molested by Zixun.

Three months passed so quickly, Zixun spent the whole summer complaining about the noisy cicadas on a certain tree outside the yard, the cicadas chirped sleeplessly and hoarsely, what if the noise made the mute bask in the sun?

But in a blink of an eye, it became quiet and there was no more movement.

Three months passed so slowly, Zixun was waiting for the dawn, waiting for the sun to come out, waiting for Mo Yizhi to sit in the yard basking in the sun, waiting for the blue birds to call them to eat, waiting for the shade of the big tree to cover the sun and protect Mo Yizhi. Yizhi, waiting for the afterglow of dusk, waiting to tease Mo Yizhi.

It was the best time of his life, everything was happening and nothing was happening.

It's just that during this period of time, he can hear a voice constantly talking and asking in his ear every day.

The voice asked when he would be back.

The voice said he missed him.

Zixun knew that in Suzhou City, Murong Wuhen was holding a bell and waiting word by word for his response.

When the leaves began to fall one by one, the voice hadn't spoken to Zixun for seven days.On the eighth day, when Zixun was having tea, he heard the voice again. He said, I can't do it anymore, come back and see me.

Zixun put down the tea bowl, and shouted to the people in the courtyard: "My lord, let's go back to Suzhou City, and wait to see the peach blossoms next year."

The people in the courtyard responded, "Okay."

When Mo Yizhi, Zixun, and Qingniao stepped into the Murong Mansion, they were still the gatekeepers, welcoming them into the original courtyard as if they were specially waiting for them.

"Miss Jiao'e, Second Master Murong is waiting for you in the palace. The carriage is ready outside the mansion, when will Miss Jiao'e leave?" Mending said with a smile on his face.

It was Qingniao who reacted first, stared at Mending with wide eyes and said, "What's wrong with your second son?"

Mending just smiled and said nothing, then turned to Zixun and said, "Miss Jiao'e, I'll wait for you in the carriage outside the residence."

Mo Yizhi didn't speak until now, looking at Zixun at this moment, he only said softly: "Don't let others down, and don't let yourself down."

"My lord, I'll go and see him." Jiao'e left after saying this.

The carriage entered the palace gate all the way, and Zixun entered the hall.

The ninety-five supreme emperor on the dragon chair watched Zixun walk in step by step, and couldn't help smiling: "Sister Jiao'e, marry me."

Although Zixun had a vague premonition, he was still a little surprised to see Murong Wuhen in the dragon robe on the dragon chair at this moment.

He promised him that if you become the emperor of the world someday, I will marry you.

But Zixun didn't know how Murong Wuhen climbed to the highest place among all living beings during the short time he was away.

Murong Wuhen got off the dragon chair, shook his sleeves, and ran to Zixun's side.

"Sister Jiao'e, don't be angry with me. There is really nothing I can do to trick you back!"

Now the emperor, who owns all the world, is holding Jiao'e's arm to curry favor with a wronged face.

"Hen'er, do you know what it means for me to marry you?" Zixun threw off Murong Wuhen with one hand and said seriously.

Murong Wuhen laughed after hearing this, ran to Zixun, grinned and said, "It means that sister Jiao'e belongs to me alone, and I Wuhen only belongs to my sister."

Murong Wuhen took Zixun's hand with both hands, and continued: "It also means that sister Jiao'e will be with me for an hour, a day, a month, a year, and a lifetime!"

"Your Majesty, you are right. Then tell me why I don't marry you, but why I insist on marrying you?" Zi Xun looked serious, looking at the person in front of him.

"Sister, don't play these crossword puzzles with me. Let it be married or married. I like my sister, as long as I am with my sister."

"I said, I will marry you. I can marry a man, but the emperor, are you willing to marry a man?"

"man…"

Seeing Murong Wuhen in a daze, Zixun made a series, stepped back a few steps and said, "Let me take my leave."

Zixun turned around and saw the autumn scenery outside the main hall. The palace walls were high, carved with dragons and painted on the walls, so majestic and desolate, it was really not suitable for him.

"Jiao'e, I'll marry! If you really marry me, I will really marry you!" Murong Wuhen shouted standing behind Zixun.

Zixun turned around and looked at the person in the hall. The person was still smiling, and said to him with a smile: "Jiao'e, I will find someone. Three days later will be an auspicious day. You and I will get married. If you marry me, we will marry you." marry you!"

Zixun nodded: "I will marry you. You will marry me."

For three days, Zixun lived in the palace, watched the leaves on the trees fall one by one, and tried on one set of dresses after another.

The last one was Wuhen's personal appointment, a bright red gown, embroidered borders with gold thread, and a glazed hair crown with square white jade on the outside. He has always given him the best.

Zixun wears this outfit on his body, like plum blossoms in winter, three parts cold and three parts gorgeous, three parts charming and three parts lingering, it is eye-catching but also makes people dare to look at it from a distance.

Where is the use of 3000 million beauties in the harem, one Zixun is worth more than countless in the world.

Tomorrow is going to be a big wedding, but Zixun feels that something is not appropriate.What is wrong with him marrying the emperor?

He hasn't figured out the result yet, tomorrow is already here.Gongs and drums, firecrackers, salutes, and lights and festoons in the streets and alleys, every household is eagerly waiting.

It's just that everyone dared to laugh but didn't dare to speak.Since ancient times, what even unofficial history dared not to compile - the emperor's marriage has now come true.The extravagance of its use and the strangeness of its mood make everyone in the world dare to laugh but dare not speak.

In front of the main hall.

Murong Wuhen also came in a red dress, and Zixun had been arranged to wait for him there.

There were hundreds of officials in the audience, bells and drums, but an old official suddenly knelt down and shouted in a mournful voice, "Your Majesty! You can't marry! You can't marry!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of bells and drums stopped, and several senior officials knelt down and seconded in unison: "I am the Son of Heaven, how can I marry someone else!"

Murong Wuhen smiled, and said to the imperial guard waiting beside him: "Kill it."

In an instant, several heads fell to the ground.

The rest of the ministers looked at each other, knelt down one after another, and said, "Let me congratulate the emperor on his great wedding! Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"

After speaking, the music of bells and drums began to play again.The decapitated corpse on the ground was dragged away, leaving only a few bloodstains.

Murong Wuhen listened to the song of celebration, and looked at Zixun who was dressed in red.He understood instantly: If this person is a woman, he will marry her back.If this person is a man, he will marry him.

"The surname is Mo, what about the others?" Zixun asked.

"He'll be fine." Murong Wuhen turned away from looking at Zixun.

Among all the civil servants and military officials, a person suddenly appeared and flew to stand between Zixun and Murong Wuhen.

"Brother, both Mo Yizhi and Qingniao have been taken back to the Heavenly Palace, yet you still have the intention to marry this guy here?!" The man could see that he was very angry.

The author has something to say:

The fox in red is really beautiful