Chiwuxing

(Fu Xuan rumor)

【rise】

"Seventh Prince," the waiter said with a haughty expression, blocking the approacher, "The lord is dealing with business, so it's inconvenient to allow him."

"Is that so?" The person who came was a white-faced young man with narrow phoenix eyes and a smile that did not change, "...I am waiting for third brother to come out."

The waiter snorted silently.

The barbarian lattice windows are made of fresh yarn, in the silence, there are the sounds of tumbling and rolling in the inner hall, staggered one after another, and there are different women laughing and laughing.

A moment of embarrassment flashed across the waiter's face, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

The young man glanced over, a faint smile appeared on his lips with a cold look.

After a while, a woman walked to the gate of the palace gracefully holding fresh fruits.

"Mistress Yunxiang," the waiter saluted.

The woman nodded in response, turned around and was about to open the door and enter.

"Ms. Yun," the young man stopped, "Let me deliver this fresh fruit. I happen to have something to do with my third brother."

"...Oh?" Yun Xiang lowered her head and smiled, the Seventh Prince was handsome and couldn't help it, so she reached out and pinched his face, "Then how does Xiao Qi plan to repay Mistress Yun?"

The young man kept his composure, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Otherwise, Lady Yun will come to look for me tonight. The food, drink and spices in my bedroom are no worse than those in the third brother's palace."

"Prince is making fun of my concubine." Yun Xiang chuckled and withdrew her hand, "...Xiao Qi understands what Empress Yun means."

"How can you not understand the beauty?" The young man still smiled, "I invited Sister Lingfu to a banquet the month before last, and every time I see her, I can always think of Lady Yun."

Rue Xiang's expression froze slightly: "What does Seventh Prince mean?"

"That's what the empress thinks it means," the young man said with a smile, "Sisters in the same family, how can they be disrespectful. I think it is Empress Yun who is better."

The young man then took a step forward, and Yun Xiang subconsciously took half a step back, frozen by his smile just now: "...the seventh prince said with a smile."

"However, these few days I have invited Sister Lingfu, but I have always been rejected. I heard that something difficult happened." The young man slowly stretched out a palm and said with a smile, "I think that Lady Yun will do her best with Third Brother. In addition, you can also take time to take a look."

Rue Xiang uncontrollably passed the fresh fruit plate in her hand, as if frightened, said "Thank you, Seventh Prince, for reminding me" and left in a hurry.

The young man carried the fresh fruit with one hand, turned around and opened the door, and before entering, he turned his head and glanced at the waiter again.

The waiter by the door was terrified, and goosebumps all over his body from that look.

"Third brother."

The dark purple veil reveals a shadowy human figure, and the laughter and coquettish voices are accompanied by an indescribable smoky atmosphere.

The strong taste is sweet and pungent.

There was a different emotion in the boy's eyes.

A few maids around the table were half-covered, and when they saw him coming, they agreed to report to the inside of the curtain.

The young man raised his hand to stop him, then raised his voice, and said, "Third brother, Xuan has something to ask for you."

The laughter inside gradually weakened, and after a while, a middle-aged barbarian stepped out with his arms bare:

"...Xiao Qi, come and take a seat."

The maid hurriedly approached and served the drink: "My lord."

Fu Xian frowned, his displeasure was evident, and he didn't look at the person who came: "...What are you looking for?"

"Third brother, I've been studying Gu books recently, but I have some problems and I want to seek advice from an expert," the young man said, "But the young nephew has closed his account all day long, and he doesn't like to go out, and even Xuan is not allowed in. It's difficult."

"Heng'er participates in the priest's important affairs, so close the account as soon as you close it, and I don't care about it as a brother." Fu Xian took the fruit grains handed to his lips by the maid, and pinched the woman's buttocks and legs, which attracted sweet voices, and turned his head. He said with a smile, "However, Heng'er is not the only one in the clan who knows the art of witchcraft. If Xiaoqi just became interested in ordinary things, those people will be enough."

"Xuan's matter is small, it's just that Xuan's concern is the opinion of the elders in the clan," the young man said, "Recently there have been rumors spreading in the clan that the young nephew is aloof and will not contribute to the long-term affairs of the clan. Xuansi these rumors are after all It involved the affairs of my royal family, so I went to inquire about the source in private, only to find out that it was Qiu Wen and Elder Shi Kun who were dissatisfied early on, so the people below followed to discuss it."

"They're jealous!... The family has a talent that Heng'er can only meet in 100 years. They are jealous at this time, and their dissatisfaction and provocation can be seen." Fu Xian snorted coldly, "When the lonely king finishes his work, Clean them up when you have time."

There is no such opportunity.

Fu Xuan smiled slowly: "Xuan also heard that there are thousands of lewd snakes in the caves behind Kuaiji Mountain in Manzuo, which have the effect of nourishing essence. Another day, Xuan will take the snake skin and gallbladder for the third brother himself."

This seventh younger brother has always looked like a girl, and when she smiles, she is three parts flattering and two parts dangerous.

After sizing up, before he could speak, the person in front of him quickly said:

"Xuan resigns."

【Certificate】

"Uncle Seven," the girl hesitated, "my brother..."

"You don't have to worry," Fu Xuan comforted, "He was only angry for a while, and he was stubborn about this matter. Just do what you want, and I will persuade him to forgive you."

"Then... well. Thank you little uncle."

"Yan people come in all shapes and colors, so be careful outside."

"it is good."

"If you can find Lingfu, please send a letter to tell me."

"Okay, I promise you."

"Go."

Yuanshu Jiangtian buried the figure.

The person beside him said: "My lord."

"Go back and tell Qiu Wen and them whether Fu Zhaoheng will come back or not, and weigh the pros and cons by yourself. If they lose the opportunity, the lonely king will not be responsible for cleaning up the mess."

"Yes."

【change】

"My lord, people have brought it."

A tall young man was thrown to the front of the steps. His body was covered in bruises, his dirty clothes were rotten, and he only had a pair of sharp and sharp eyes.

Fu Xuan suddenly remembered that he had ordered a few days ago not to allow anyone to gouge it out.

"Why," he smiled, "can't kneel?"

Someone next to him immediately kicked his knees, and the man bent down on the ground, turned and staggered up, and straightened his body.

"Hey, don't move," Fu Xuan stopped with a smile, with a cool voice, "picked his kneecap."

"Yes."

The man sneered slightly: "What's the point of picking the knee bones, it's better to just cripple the legs, so it's more convenient for the savage master."

Fu Xuan raised her eyebrows: "Do you think the lonely king dare not?"

"The matter has come to this, why not dare. If you want to kill or cut, do as the barbarian wants," the man said in a deep voice, his curly hair covered his face, his blood was dry, and he had a sinister aura, "but just leave me alone Now, barbarian, you should still be worried about getting a head."

"What a hard bone..." Fu Xuan's eyes shone with surprise and excitement. It is rare for someone who has experienced more than a hundred tortures by the barbarians to have the courage to speak so boldly in front of him. He has not seen such a rare thing for a long time. "Are you provoking me?"

"If the barbarian had met me on the battlefield, he wouldn't have asked such a stupid question."

The man's breath was weak, and his vitality was obviously seriously injured, but his speech was smooth and unwavering.

Fu Xuan stared at him, smiled lowly for a while, and said:

"...I accept your bet."

【combine】

"Open your mouth."

Only one head was exposed in the bedside quilt, and the erythematous flesh was piled up on the surface. At this time, the two lips parted, swallowing the contents of the silver spoon.

"I have never served anyone since I was a child," Fu Yan snorted coldly, "You just take care of it."

"...for the blessing of my father."

"I just look at your old and present appearance, which is much more pleasing to the eye than before." Fu Yan stirred the hot porridge in the bowl with a cold face, "If you have any orders, why not mention them together, I am in a good mood at the moment, I can do it for you."

"...Fresh," Fu Xuan's eyes moved slightly, "What more can I ask for."

"Like... death?"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows. According to his temperament, he always thought that he would rather seek death at this moment than live in the dark without seeing people, even inferior to ants who can climb out of the window and look up at the sky.

"If my son wants to make a move, I will accept it."

Fu Zhan frowned slightly, not satisfied with the answer: "No, if you are going to die, I will help you. If you don't want to..."

"I remember, Ah Zan said at the beginning that the music should be played for those who know you well. I don't know if I will be lucky enough to listen to it now..."

"What does the father think?"

"That's fine."

"However," Fu Yan turned around and said, "I refuse to play those old songs I made, but there is a song taught to me by others, which can make my father listen to it."

Before anyone could answer, the young man took his bamboo flute and came over.

The music is sonorous and the corridor is suitable for high and low.

After the cold face played a piece, Fu Zhan looked at the reaction of the person on the bed.

"...If there is any luck for my father in this life, it is because Ah Zhan is not willing to raise his side," the person on the bed said firmly, "Son, let me die."

Fu Zan took a piece of medicinal powder from the side of the table and slowly put it into his mouth: "Go to sleep."

The person on the bed closed his eyes, unable to hide the horizontal water stains around his eye sockets.

The wind outside the window was tight.

Fu Zan silently dried the wetness for him.

"You've probably never looked in a mirror before, so you don't know how much you look like me."