Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Snow mist city, inside the palace.

After the catastrophe, Kyoto is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and the brightly lit Miyagi city is also lifeless, and the haze of death still hangs over the mortal world.

It has been half a month since Feng Changhuan brought the blind Yu Fuchen into seclusion. During this period, the daily necessities were delivered by orders, but no one inside came out.

Rumors spread all over the outside world, saying that the two people who caused the disaster were to evade responsibility, and the people of Xueyu suffered countless deaths and injuries, but it happened that they were happy and at ease, completely ignoring the sufferings of the world.

Everyone talks freely, and they can neither order people not to discuss this matter indiscriminately. From the standpoint of outsiders, they can't say something to refute them.

In short, these days, no matter whether the royal family or the common people have a hard time, even the emperor of Beiming personally walked down the Jiuzhong Que Pavilion to the capital to appease the hearts of the people. Wine, or a cup of warm tea, waiting for the opportunity of great changes in the world.

After waiting for half a month, he was finally relieved when the door of the palace opened.

The first words of that controversial young man, the emperor who came from the Nine Heavens but was destined to become a dragon among men, shocked the world when he saw the sun again.

"...Who is that blind vixen on the bed?"

"..."

Sui Chenyue stared at the disheveled Yu Fuchen, who knew how to answer?

The man was at a loss again: "...he said that the crying son is my flesh and blood with him, but he is a man, I..."

As he said that, he turned his back to untie his belt, and his complexion obviously became worse after seeing his extremely flat chest.

"...I'm a guy too, so what the hell is that??"

Now Sui Chenyue understands that the deaf and blind person who was deaf and blind a few days ago suddenly became able to hear and see, and he has completely forgotten the person who was unforgettable in the past, which means that the effect of forgetting love Gu has completely faded, and this person Yu Fuchen ...

Also completely stupid.

Although I don't know what Feng Changhuan's plan is for the current predicament, but Sui Chenyue is waiting here by the emperor's order, and what he has to do is to obey Changming's wishes.

He kept his mouth shut, took a step back, lifted his clothes, knelt in front of Yu Fuchen, and bowed his head in worship.

Seeing him like this, the entourage and guards behind him bowed their heads and knelt down one after another. Before Yu Fuchen could react to what this battle represented, they shouted loudly: "My Emperor's Apocalypse, long live long live——"

Yu Fuchen was still in a daze, the one big and one small in the Xindao room hadn't figured out what was going on, and suddenly there were a group of little brothers who bowed their heads and bowed their heads, could it be...

"Could it be that I was the emperor before, my lord??"

As soon as this remark came out, someone answered immediately.

"It wasn't before, but in the future, it's up to you."

The person who spoke walked up the stairs slowly, with a refined and easy-going smile on his face, he was the Emperor Changming of Beiming.

Chang Ming nodded slightly to Yu Fuchen, and stood in front of him holding the scepter in both hands, with a dignified and noble demeanor.

Seeing this situation, Yu Fuchen raised his head and raised his chest, raised his airs, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?"

It was hard to get back the memory of being Chang Tianjun, but now I have completely forgotten it, I don't know what kind of mood Feng Changhuan will be at this moment...

Just thinking of this, everyone saw a person quietly walking out of the hall, holding his cub while bending over to lift his shoes, without a trace of sadness, he raised his eyebrows and greeted people: "Hey, isn't this the emperor and the factory flower, long time no see .”

Hearing this, Yu Fuchen, who had just put on a bit of posture, immediately showed disgust, and took a few steps back.

"You... know them too?"

If he didn't make good use of the great opportunity of amnesia, wouldn't he have missed a god-given opportunity?Before everyone had time to think about how to make sense of it, Chang Ming spoke first.

"Your Majesty must have forgotten that this is your favorite Huangui."

Feng Changhuan was unhappy, and whispered to others, "Is your score too low..."

Chang Ming's smile had a deep meaning, "That is Concubine Huan."

"From head to toe, I have the four characters "mother... father respectful to the world, at worst I have to be a queen!"

"That's Queen Huan."

Yu Fuchen was in a cold sweat while listening, "You are the queen who dared to love me, so what kind of onion are you?"

Chang Ming waved his hand, and Sui Chenyue, who had been kneeling for a long time, stood up, took the black robe from the serving eunuch, and put it on Yu Fuchen's shoulders. This moment was the imperial robe.

At this moment, Yu Fuchen and Chang Ming's face each other, they are a little taller than the latter, and they want to accept the man's look up.

As for how to reveal her identity, Chang Ming also pondered over and over again.

He still had a gentle smile on his face, and his words were shocking.

"The widow is the emperor of the mortal world."

"You just said I was..."

"And you are the emperor of the world."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Looking at the situation, the Chang Ming family insisted on establishing Yu Fuchen as the king, but they refused to give up their status as emperor.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, isn't this nonsense...

Everyone couldn't help muttering in their hearts, but in the face of suspicion from all sides, it was the most controversial figure who spoke out.

Feng Changhuan hugged the fleshy body that was honestly wrapped in brocade, and circled around the two emperors who were bound to set off a storm, and finally stopped between the two.

"The mortal realm is the center of the Three Realms. Humans are the masters of all things. If you surpass humans, you will become the masters of the Three Realms."

Changming took a step back and bowed his head to Yu Fuchen.

"The widow bows down to you so that you will never bow to anyone in the future. There are no gods in the world, but a group of mortal flesh and bones who are mythical. The only thing I expect from you is to pull them down from the altar and completely Cleanse the rotten Three Realms. You, don't let the few people down."

This good show of bowing and kneeling is clearly to drive Yu Fuchen, who has just woken up from a big dream and has no understanding of the situation, to the shelves.

For him at this moment, the Three Realms and the gods are all empty talk, only the fact that he will be the emperor when he wakes up is a certainty.

Pushed to the throne in a hurry, the first thing he did when he was an emperor for the first time was not to eat, drink and have fun, but to be pressed on the table to make up for the current situation. Yu Fuchen felt miserable.

Especially when the eloquent and eloquent person in front of him was the honored person who gave him the first scare after opening his eyes, Yu Fuchen was worried the whole time, and was forced to write down several key points, listening to him from the beginning of the prehistoric era. When it comes to the suffering of the common people, it wasn't until the man's tongue was dry and he sipped his warm tea to catch his breath that he got a chance to intervene.

"Master Huan..."

"The minister is the queen."

"..."

Yu Fuchen is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. Is it up to you whether Xin Dao is a queen or an abandoned concubine?

However, his reverence for Feng Changhuan has not changed in his bones, after some consideration, he still chose the middle position, and called again: "Concubine Huan."

The man snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction, but he didn't get angry, and went on and on about thousands of years of history in the cultivation world.

In fact, Yu Fuchen was full of complaints against him and didn't know where to start. He should be dissatisfied and even furious, but seeing the man's playful smile, he couldn't bear to say cruel words, so he began to wonder why such a person would stay by his side and waved away. With a table of papers, he pulled the man closer to him, propped his chin on the edge of the table with one hand, and smiled playfully.

"One thing to say, you are pretty good-looking."

Feng Changhuan nodded, not caring about being interrupted at all, and continued his topic just now.

"You are the son of Emperor Zun of the Nine Heavens, and I am the adopted son of Emperor Zun. In terms of relationship, you and I are brothers."

"Oh? You don't care if I praise you for looking good?"

"Isn't that natural?"

"Then as a brother, it's only natural for you to climb into my bed?"

Startled by his question, Feng Changhuan lowered his eyes in thought, and just when Yu Fuchen was secretly delighted by this, the man suddenly opened his mouth to break the silence.

"It's not a matter of course, it's destiny."

"I don't believe in fate."

"But I believe. Everything in the world has a cause and effect of reincarnation. You die because of me, and I die because of you. You forget the past and present, and I lose my deep-seated love. Now is just the beginning of another reincarnation. This time I will hug you Tight you, just like when you jumped off the sea of ​​reincarnation, holding your essence deep into the flesh, melting into the flesh and blood, I will not let go again."

A burst of severe pain stimulated his mind, and Yu Fuchen was in pain because these words resonated strongly in his heart. He pushed Feng Changhuan away, stroked his forehead that was about to burst, and groaned in a low voice.

The Gu twitched violently in his body, making the blood flow through the limbs and bones exuding desperate pain.

"Shut up...you shut up!!"

Feng Changhuan hurriedly went to check his situation, but the man had a strong sense of self-preservation, and immediately pushed him to the ground the moment he reached out his hand, gritted his teeth and pinched his neck in pain, almost wanting to kill him.

"You're lying to me, I don't believe you!!"

But the hand that was holding the man didn't listen, trembling and unable to exert strength.

Even if he couldn't remember the past, his body still resisted the injury instinctively.

Between choices, Yu Fuchen, who didn't want to hurt others, suppressed the evil thoughts that were about to break free from the bottom of his heart, let out a low growl, and was finally overwhelmed, his eyes darkened and he fell in front of Feng Changhuan.

When Sui Chenyue heard the sound and rushed over, he happened to see Feng Changhuan hugging the unconscious Yu Fuchen and wiping the cold sweat off his forehead with distress.

Staring at the clearly visible red marks on the man's neck, Sui Chenyue shook his head helplessly.

"Tsk, Dijun's family is violent, there's no way to justify this matter."

Feng Changhuan picked up Yu Fuchen, turned around and put him on the couch.

Seeing that his movements were not strenuous, Sui Chenyue suddenly remembered that such a weak and weak man had caused a bloodbath. Even today, his strength is still not to be underestimated, but he only likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in front of that person. .

Nine thousand years old kindly reminded: "Taming a wild beast is far more difficult than raising it from childhood."

Feng Chang laughed happily, held Yu Fuchen's veiny hand, and interlocked his fingers.

"I have my measure."

"I'm afraid you'll kill yourself by mistake."

"Don't worry, without me, no one in the world can tame this ferocious beast. I'm just reflecting on whether my teachings have been too gentle?"

"Huh? You're not the best at misleading people."

The man smiled meaningfully, "Nine thousand years old, don't you know that the simplest and most effective way in the world is to control violence with violence..."

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~