After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

"Is the slave family particularly ugly now?" He could feel his ghost power diminishing. A ghost that has lost its ghost power can even control its own appearance. The beauty came to lure the passing woodcutters and servants, but in the end, most of the ghosts were dispelled by the practitioners, and he became ugly, old and shriveled, like a pumpkin that had been left for a long time and lost its moisture.

Before the ghost could wait for everyone to make a killing move, he was so ugly that he killed himself.

He is probably no better than that miserable ghost now.

Seeing that he was recovering, Cui Yan deliberately wanted to tease him, and frowned worriedly: "I've never seen you like this in Yin Division."

Hearing this, Fu Xuan was about to pass out again. He pulled out his hands from the warm quilt and grabbed the quilt to cover his face.

"It's still Ku Xia, are you going to smother yourself to death again?"

"Cui Lang don't care about the slave family, and don't see him until the slave family is better." Fu Xuan hid under the quilt, speaking in a muffled voice, twisting his body against Cui Yan's pull.

"That's fine." Cui Yan's tone was cold, and he let go of the entanglement.

he's gone?He just left?

Fu Xuan couldn't help feeling sour, but he understood that the status of a man is far superior to that of an emperor who can cover the sky with his hands, so how could he really be trapped to death on him? Just playing with him here.

When his soul is gone, there will be a lot of fairy girls waiting to sleep in a man's bed. When the time comes, Furong's tent will be warmed up, and even his Fu Xuan's surname will be forgotten.

Why is life miserable for him when he is alive, and he will not end well when he dies. In his previous life, whether he dug up people's ancestral graves or murdered and set fire to them, he can see any unlucky things.

He thought the man was gone, and sniffed aggrievedly, but Cui Yan tore the quilt away from the outside.

"Why are you crying so well?" Cui Yan didn't expect him to be teased so much, and began to wipe away tears after a few words, "Your eyes are bleeding in the mirror, I can't help you tossing like this."

Fu Xuan realized that the man was looking for his own pleasure, and shyly said: "Cui Lang, let's sleep with my slave today, I haven't slept with Cui Lang for a long time."

Seeing Cui Yan's distressed face, Fu Xuan said with unyielding heart: "My family is like this now, so I can't do anything to Cui Lang. I just want to have a good sleep with Cui Lang, is that okay?"

"The bed is a bit narrow."

He was transformed from a dragon's body, and his size was much larger than ordinary people, and the bed was too narrow, forcing him to lie down would definitely take up a lot of space, and it would be fine in normal times, but Fu Xuan had just recovered from a serious illness, so where could he be? Can stand his teasing like this.

"The slave's house can move two people down." Fu Xuan squirmed inward as he spoke, his whole body was almost clinging to the wall.

Cui Yan had nothing to do with him, so he had to lie down with him, turned him over, and asked, "How did you wake up in the mirror that day?"

"I don't know that there seems to be a hand pushing behind it. It seems to be helping the slave family. It may be due to the blessing of the ring worn by Cui Lang."

"Go to sleep." Cui Yan didn't know if Fu Xuan really didn't know, or if he was deliberately concealing it, but the jade pendant that didn't sign the blood contract alone would not be able to have such power, unless there was really something mysterious like Fu Xuan said. People are helping him, so could it be a demon?

Fu Xuan's face was facing Cui Yan's chest, and the man's steam could still be felt from the tips of his hair.He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, even being hugged by a man like this felt much better than before, and the ghost power in his body was slowly returning to its position and gathering.It seems that the rumor that ingesting yang essence can enhance ghost power is indeed true.

In 428, Zhao Cong passed away, and the prince was too young to govern. The courtiers elected a new emperor, Zhao Xu, Zhao Cong's younger brother, ascended the throne, and changed his reign name to Huaishan.

"The court is really a place where the situation is changing. In just a few days, Mr. Zhao became the emperor in a daze. However, he must be a wise emperor with a good personality."

"It's not muddled, it's fate. Zhao Xu is the star of Ziwei, and sooner or later the world will be handed over to him. Being a wise king is no easier than cultivating immortals. Wars and natural disasters will be set on his head. Millions of people Everyone needs to rely on him to live and work in peace and contentment, there are many party disputes in the court, and the concubines in the harem also need to share the rain and dew, what he is doing now is actually atonement for his absurd brother Zhao Cong."

Fu Xuan was a little fascinated and admired, "Then Mr. Zhao is amazing, if it were my slave family, I would definitely not be able to do these thankless jobs."

"What's so good about it. If you want me to say it, it's better to be a foolish king. You can monopolize power and favor only one person, kill and make decisions, and enjoy yourself freely."

Fu Xuan looked at Cui Yan's eloquent appearance, and suddenly thought of the little fairy official Cui Yu was talking about, and the manzhushahua that the man carefully planted for the little fairy official beside the Yellow Spring, and couldn't help being curious about being like him. What a beautiful and romantic person you prefer.

There is always a banquet in the world, and on the day of farewell, there is a drizzle in the sky, and the wind chimes on the cornices and brackets are jingling.Because Zhao Xu had no time to spare because he had to deal with the enemy, he specially ordered Xiao Chu to see them off.

Fu Xuan privately thought that Xiao Chu wanted to use Zhao Xu's limelight to bully him before they parted.However, Xiao Chu walked all the way against the drizzle and slanting wind, and remained silent all the time, uncharacteristically.

When he was about to leave the Zhengyang Gate, Xiao Chu slowly took out a white jade hairpin from his pocket, "Fu Xuan, it was Xiao Chu's fault when I scolded you. This hairpin is given to you as an apology." He said to himself Gu Zi forced the hairpin into Fu Xuan's hand, and watched Fu Xuan's reaction embarrassingly.

Fu Xuan held the jade hairpin that was covered warmly by Xiao Chu, feeling a little at a loss.

Cui Yan said: "Take it, I am very good for you."

Hearing the man's permission, he let go of the fear in his heart, and happily bowed to Xiao Chu, "Thank you, Mr. Chu."

Sending you off for thousands of miles requires a farewell. Xiao Chu watched Fu Xuan go farther and farther away. This time, the parting probably means that he will never see each other again in this life. Thinking of this, he rushed up to the high platform of Zhengyang Gate without caring about etiquette.

"Cui Lang, are we going to find Fu Zeye now?"

In the past few days, he has told Cui Yan about the events in his dream. There are many people in the palace. After a few casual inquiries, he found Fu Zeye. He wanted to take this opportunity to personally find out about the ins and outs of what happened back then. clear.

"No hurry, there is still one thing to finish." Cui Yan stopped walking, playing tricks.

Fu Xuan was suspicious: "What else?"

"Kiss me." Cui Yan said confidently.

This is the busiest alley outside Zhengyangmen. Although he is a young man, he has learned a lot of obscene things.

But in broad daylight, the sky is bright, and this request from a man is really embarrassing.

"Must it be now?" He tried to bargain.

The man nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation.

"Can I go to the alley?" Fu Xuan pinched his sleeves with his jade fingers, and looked at the man carefully.

"No, the feng shui here is very good." Cui Yan snorted lightly, and sternly refused.

I have never heard that kissing is related to feng shui, but seeing that the man has taken good care of him these days, he had no choice but to stand on tiptoe resignedly, and wiped the man's warm lips like a dragonfly. Responding, he retracted his body immediately, covering half of his face with his palms, and walked forward quickly.

Since tomorrow is Fu Zeye's father's [-]th birthday, he needs to make arrangements for tomorrow's affairs at home.In fact, these things could have been left to the housekeeper to arrange, but according to Fu Zeye's personality of doing everything by himself, and this kind of filial piety must be done in Jindu.Zhao Xu had just ascended the throne, and he was entrusted with important tasks.If he wanted to win people's hearts as soon as possible and help Zhao Xu stabilize his throne, he could not only gather a few heartfelt confidants in the name of this birthday banquet, but also find out which ministers had rebellious hearts.

Hearing that Fu Xuan's body had recovered, he directly welcomed him to his home as a guest without delay.

The threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion is so high that it can completely cover Fu Xuan's calf. For some reason, when he stepped into Fu's mansion, his heart seemed to be tied with heavy shackles, which made him almost out of breath.

The furnishings of the Prime Minister's Mansion are not as graceful and luxurious as the Imperial Palace, nor are they like the high pavilions and pavilions of Xue's Residence. What you get from the pavement is a simple and mellow feeling, more like a good wine that is tasted for the first time, but after a careful taste.

Green bricks and blue tiles, curved water cups, unique flavor.

"Fu Xuan, I'm here!" Fu Zeye didn't wear clothes to go to court today, he was wearing his own private clothes, and the Polygonum blue clothes looked extraordinarily energetic on him.

In order to play with the flowers and plants on the ground conveniently, he also wore loops between his arms.

Knowing that Fu Xuan was coming, Fu Zeye ordered the kitchen to prepare peach cakes, horseshoe cakes, and chestnut cakes. Since early in the morning, he had been absent-mindedly looking at the gate and asked the servants several times if the guests had arrived.

He patted the plaster on his hands, rinsed it with cold water, and ordered: "Hurry up and put all the pastries in the courtyard."

In the past, Fu Zeye was unsmiling even to Princess Hou Ye, and treated it indifferently. It was the first time for the servants to see their master being so caring about others, and they couldn't help stretching their necks to look at Fu Xuan several times.

The people are a little disappointed to see that the man is a young man, but this young man is so handsome, more beautiful than a girl, and has a flirtatious coquettish coquettishness.

And the man standing next to him looked even more heroic, with rare phoenix eyes that were not angry and majestic.

Fu Xuan had a few pieces of dessert in his stomach before he remembered the business.

"Fu Xiang, I actually want to ask about an old matter this time, but I don't know that Fu Xiangfang is inconvenient to say it."

It's not easy to declare this kind of family scandal to the outside world, it would be impolite for him to rush to Fu Zeye's house to consult.

"Ask." Fu Zeye said calmly.

"I would like to know if there is someone named Fu Xuan in the Fu family tree?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Fu Zeye's tone softened as expected, and his face was a little gloomy.