Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Yu Fuchen woke up under the pain of two loud slaps. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was dragged from the bed to the ground. He was forced to wear a heavy imperial robe and accessories. In a daze, someone poked his finger into his mouth. Scrub each of his teeth with a grain of salt.

It took him a long time to realize that those two slaps just hit him on the face, and the one who hurt was the one who had a smile on his face and unambiguous movements of his hands. The concubine Huan who people daydream.

"You... I'm going to destroy you..."

"Huh? What did you say?? I didn't hear you clearly, Dijun, please speak up!"

Sending away the maid who was in the way, Feng Changhuan forced him to rinse his mouth. After washing his hands, he flew into his arms and pushed Yu Fuchen back on the bed. When he opened it, Yu Fuchen was so angry that he turned over and slammed the person under him.

"Feng Changhuan! If you make trouble again, I'll fuck you!!"

The man was stunned, thinking that he was intimidated by Huangwei, and finally knew that he was afraid to be honest. Yu Fuchen was just relieved when he saw him actively pulling his belt and starting to take off his pants, and hurriedly kicked him off the bed .

When Sui Chenyue rushed to the front of the hall, she heard the commotion inside from a long distance away, so she stopped and didn't go forward quite presciently.

Sure enough, a moment later, a white shadow flew out of it, hitting the screen wall and barely making a hole in the ground, it was Feng Changhuan who was kicked out of the door.

Accustomed to the fists and kicks of the two in recent days, Sui Chenyue put her hands in her sleeves and nodded calmly.

"Mr. Huangui, if you don't start your journey, you will be late. The emperor is still waiting. If you have time to play with others, you might as well spend your energy at night."

"Hey! You're actually pointing fingers at my private life now, it's so cruel... Wait, I'm the queen!!"

These days he is always clamoring about his status, and he is too lazy to argue with him, Sui Chenyue pushed away the dog skin plaster and Gu Zi entered the palace, seeing Yu Fuchen touching the bruised bruise at the corner of his mouth in front of the mirror, before he could speak Then I heard that person shout: "Rebellious minister! The following offends the superior, he is planning to rebel! Put him in the cold palace!!"

The name of the emperor is just to listen to them to look good, but it is impossible to think that these two people have been too involved in the drama, and one is more shameless than the other.

"The emperor can decide this matter at night, and it's not easy for us outsiders to intervene."

"...Then why are you here?"

"The emperor please go to Kyoto."

There are no guards of honor, no carriages and chariots.

The emperor Yu Fuchen's status can be said to be astonishingly low, but fortunately, Changming only has Gu Qingzhou as his companion, so he suppressed his complaints for the time being.

The road was quite boring, and seeing the two people's eye contact with some affection, Yu Fuchen got a little naughty, and said with a joke: "Could it be that this is the emperor's queen?"

Chang Ming didn't evade either, nodded and said: "Exactly, he is also my Prime Minister of Beiming, and even the prince's father."

Soon Yu Fuchen saw the Prince Beiming he was talking about. At that time, Ming Palace Shang was standing on the tower, casting spells to cast a barrier for the entire city.

But after all, he is a mortal, and he has never stepped into the fairy gate. It is difficult to complete such a difficult project with only one person's strength. The white folded boat in Snow Misty City.

Ming Gongshang was exhausted from the spiritual power overdrawn in the past few days, his cheeks were sunken, and his complexion was ashen. When he saw everyone coming, he first saluted. He should have learned about Yu Fuchen's amnesia. Did not say.

Changming's smile continued, he walked up to Ming Gongshang and patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and introduced to Yu Fuchen, "This is the only son of the widow and Qingzhou."

An ordinary sentence, but Feng Changhuan felt that the corner of his clothes was being held tighter and tighter by someone, and it was Yu Fuchen.

He held his hand, only to realize that no serious person was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Is he really his son?"

Suddenly being asked a rhetorical question, Feng Changhuan would also feel at a loss, nodded, and Yu Fuchen heaved a sigh of relief, leaned towards him unobtrusively, tilted his head, as if he wanted to lean on his shoulder, hesitated Give up for a moment.

He sat up straight and corrected his attitude, coughing deliberately to ease the atmosphere.

"Cough! Isn't that the case... I heard that you and I also... also have a cub, right?"

"Well, dear."

"Well... I don't know how long a man and a man's cub can live, and how it will be different from normal people, but judging by his lively appearance... he should be fine."

It turns out that he...is actually caring about meat? !

This surprised Feng Changhuan, he put his arms around his neck and kissed him on the face, then jumped up and down happily holding him.

Yu Fuchen also laughed happily along with him at first, but later he remembered the matter of being shy, rubbed his knuckles against the tip of his nose, and looked at the laughing crowd with a straight face.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao, what are you laughing at, this... I didn't take the initiative."

As he spoke, he spread his hands to prove that he didn't do it, but Feng Changhuan jumped into his arms on his own initiative, clamping his waist with his legs, and he couldn't argue in public.

Seeing their affection, the onlookers all blushed, XuanNan squatted on the edge of the city wall and whistled extremely frivolously, gesturing to drive everyone away.

When only the two of them were left, Feng Changhuan obediently stood back on the ground, straightened Yu Fuchen's messed-up clothes, and buttoned his collar buttons.

"All the way from Miyagi to the city gate, what do you think when you see the tragic situation after the robbery in Kyoto?"

Having somewhat of an impression of what he said earlier, coupled with the scenes of young people and guards wearing black armor rebuilding houses on the ruins along the way, Yu Fuchen replied truthfully: "Jiuzhongtian really hurts people a lot."

“How come you see?”

"The anger of these innocent mortals caused them to be displaced, causing countless casualties. But from your standpoint, they are not innocent."

This answer was unexpected, seeing his puzzled eyes, Yu Fuchen explained in a muffled voice.

"Those mortals who want to exchange you for a safe life have already revealed their original sin of selfishness. They don't deserve the word innocent."

"But there is no standard in the world to measure right and wrong, and it is understandable to give up the small and protect the big."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Feng Changhuan felt his body lighten. He was actually lifted off the ground with both feet, and Yu Fuchen pulled him in front of him and hugged him tightly.

"You put the overall situation first, but the overall situation has never been about you. Anyone who dares to abandon me without long-sightedness will have him die to enjoy the future in peace!"

Although he lost his memory, the love for him in his bones is still undiminished. Compared with before, he is a bit more frank and exclusive. It is a surprise that Feng Changhuan doesn't ask for much.

Yu Fuchen asked hesitantly: "I beat you yesterday, did you scare me?"

The man shook his head, "I'm satisfied with what I'm doing now, and I don't expect more. I'm the one who caused you to this point, and I'm the one who can't save you. Naturally, I still want to bear the consequences with you."

"I'm a little curious, since I was inseparable from you, why didn't you mention the past to me, don't you want to wake up my memory?"

"I don't force it."

To this, Feng Changhuan's answer was only four words.

"I don't force it. If you remember it, you will continue the relationship. If you don't remember it, I will accompany you to start again. We have missed many times in this life, but fate treats me well. After going around, I will always come back here .I believe you will not abandon me, I have always believed."

For Yu Fuchen at this moment, Feng Changhuan is a stranger whom he has only met for three or two days, but he knows everything about him, and it even touches his heartstrings, making him emotional.

He let go of the strength in his hands, leaned his head on Feng Changhuan's shoulder, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"I can't remember you, but I know I can't let you down..."

"What a show of lingering love! Forgetfulness Gu can't make you forget the love you love, Chang Tianjun, you really are a kind of love!"

A maniacal laugh seemed to come from beyond the sky, and thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and the frightened ordinary people put down their chores and rushed into the prince's mansion in a panic to seek refuge.

And Bai Zhezhou, who succeeded Ming Gongshang to inject spiritual power into the barrier, suffered a backlash at the moment when the barrier was injured, and a mouthful of blood gushed out unexpectedly. Zhou's back, exerting strength to help him relieve the internal injury.

The person who came from the sky to step on the clouds had his eyes wrapped in thin chains, dragging a strange long blade in his hand, and every step he took was heavy and slow.

"Dragonfinch!"

Yu Fuchen was startled when Feng Changhuan mentioned the Emperor Sword Attendant who had disappeared after the First World War on Jiuyin Island.

Watching Longque pass through the carefully arranged barrier and step on the icy scorched earth after the catastrophe of Xuewu City, his complexion was still livid. Obviously, in the previous battle, Yun Wuling's last blow did not hurt him at all. Small.

Yu Fuchen instinctively protected Feng Changhuan behind him, stared at Longque, who was approaching step by step, and was about to draw his knife, when he saw the other party stepping around the two of them and walking behind them.

"The play is very good, but unfortunately, this time, I didn't come to see you."

The direction he was going led to the Prince's Mansion, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Changhuan had already swept in front of Long Que and blocked his way.

"Blind man, don't even think about going any further."

"Heh, half-blind bullying the blind is really wonderful."

Long Que even clapped his hands, looked back unhurriedly at Yu Fuchen who had already put Luan Dao on his neck, and laughed.

"It seems that if I take another step, my head will fall to the ground."

Feng Chang smiled and nodded, and at the same time drew out his red and black Phoenix Swords, which matched the imperial robe on Yu Fuchen quite well.

Long Que was noncommittal, believing that even in this situation, the combined efforts of the two could still kill him, so he gave in first and took a step back, taking advantage of the opportunity to let go of the chain knife dragging behind him, and raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't do it, I admit defeat."

The people of Jiuchongtian are full of tricks, so naturally they should not be trusted, and it is absolutely impossible for him to come here because of cowardice.

It was too late to think about what Longque intended to do, and the other party had already made a move, raising a handful of blood-red sand to attack Feng Changhuan.