After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

Sudden sleepiness struck, Fu Xuan yawned continuously, and called Cui Yan several times 'good husband', and successfully exchanged for a man to carry him back to Bixiao Palace.

Cui Yan has a broad back, and Fu Xuan's face is resting on his shoulder, drowsy, but he still wants to chat with the man, that contradictory appearance makes Cui Yan feel sorry for him for a while, so he has no choice but to put his partner together. The hands on Fu Xuan's buttocks were hit hard a few times, only to see that he was not so noisy and lively.

The silk bed curtain gently fell down to the four corners, easily wrapping the two of them in the curtain.

Fu Xuanping was lying on the inside, with his two arms folded awkwardly on his chest, a pair of juicy deer eyes scanning the small square bottle of hibiscus stone in Cui Yan's hand without squinting.

His heart was beating non-stop, he parted his red lips, and cautiously confirmed with Cui Yan: "Can what's inside really restore my memories from before I was alive?"

This is not to blame for his lack of knowledge, after all, no one can imagine that an intangible and intangible thing like 'memory' can be stored in a small bottle, and such a small space can have such a big effect !

"Yeah." Cui Yan replied calmly, but felt a bit of guilt, even he himself didn't know why this guilt was born, but when he thought about the future between him and Ah Xuan, this guilt seemed insignificant.

In fact, Fu Xuan also wanted to know what happened before he was alive. What he said to Cui Yan before that he didn't want to restore his memory was just nonsense.In this world, how many people don't want to know their own life experience?

Being sober in pain, at least I know that I will be in pain, but living in numbness, even if I don’t know my name and how many people are in my family, it’s really boring.

Fu Xuan naturally didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, even if he died thirty years ago, his curiosity about his previous life remained undiminished.

He squeezed the lid vigorously to open a gap, and the memories accumulated in the bottle surged like crucian carp crossing the river, and the mouth of the broad bean-sized bottle was squeezed so hard that it was about to burst. Cui Yan quickly pressed them back into the bottle with divine power, and explained with a smile Said: "Ah Xuan, these memories have been hidden in it for dozens of years. If you pour them into them all at once, it will disturb your mind and consciousness, so you have to do it step by step."

Fu Xuan felt that his exposure was too obvious. Before, he pretended to tell him that he didn't want to recover his memory, but now he just pretended to be self-reporting. Fortunately, the man didn't mind. He bit his lip and turned away from his flawless face, " I was reckless."

Cui Yan had a good time, and played a note on his forehead gently: "So impatient to see your old lover?"

Thinking that his Ah Xuan was so eager to have sex with him when he first met him, the men he made friends with in this world must have been too many. After all, even a cook can have entangled with Ah Xuan. Thinking about this, Cui Yan's chest seemed to be pressed down by a big rock, and it was extremely oppressive.

Of course, Cui Yan wasn't the only one who was frightened, Fu Xuan didn't even have any confidence in his heart.

"" Fu Xuan's tongue was about to tie up, and he asked tentatively, "Cui Lang, what if I had a lot of good friends before I was alive?"

If he was really skittish, would Cui Lang divorce him?

But that can't all be blamed on him, as a young lady in the Nanfeng Pavilion, even if she has some confidante and old-fashioned, she can be forgiven and tolerant, right?

Cui Yan replied: "Then I will bend the law for personal gain, cut off the tendons and tendons of men, women and children who have touched you, skin them, and make some lanterns for Cui Yu's children."

The man made a 'slashing' movement in a bluffing manner, causing Fu Xuan's pupils to shrink suddenly.

"Really?" Fu Xuanfang's heart was in a state of confusion. He was a young man in the Nanfeng Pavilion before his death, and he opened the door to do business as you like. If a man really wants the life of a mortal, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Cui Yan sneered: "Fake, I won't treat them, I will treat you."

Fu Xuan was unhappy, and thought: If you are willing to cure me, I wish I could be cured by you every day.But he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he replied with a puckered mouth: "Hmph, then I'll close my eyes."

He adjusted his sleeping position and slightly pursed the corners of his mouth.

Sweet dreams, Choi Lang.

When Fu Xuan's breathing became even, and a gap was opened in the small square bottle, Cui Yan poured the memory like silk threads from the top of Fu Xuan's skull, and the uneasiness in his heart was also magnified.

Forcibly restoring memory is a painful and tormenting thing. The memory will run along the blood vessels in the brain, like the thorny mandala poison ivy cutting through the small openings, and then burrowing into the wound like ants and insects to gnaw and combine. The process was extremely cruel.

Fu Xuan slept peacefully, his eyes closed tightly.

And in his mind, time began to go backward bit by bit, and slowly, he returned to Jinling Terrace 30 years ago as if he was there.

The old scene reappears like a dream.

More than 30 years ago, Tainan Fengguan in Jinling was the most beautiful place in the south of the Five Ridges, with extravagance and luxurious clothes.

There is an endless stream of patrons.

"Brother Xuan, it's almost noon, why are you still lying in bed?" A childish round face with slapped palms was lying in front of the bed, like a young monk in a temple chanting sutras, chanting with a different tone: "Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan"

Screaming like a ghost early in the morning, disturbing people's slumber, is simply a heinous crime!

The Bi man on the bed turned over in a drowsy state, picked up the brocade quilt to plug his ears, and said inarticulately: "Oh, the little parrot is about to bark."

After finishing speaking, he raised his jade legs in a trance, kicked the 'little parrot' buttocks lightly, signaling him to shut up!

"But today is the Hairpin Flower Fair. There are many talented young men gathered in Liu Park outside the city. Your fingers and mine can't count."

"Ah!" A terrifying scream resounded through the Nanfeng Hall, but luckily no one was promiscuous in broad daylight.

At most, he would be reprimanded by other young ladies, "Fu Xuan is going to die, what a disturbing dream in broad daylight."

Fu Xuan kicked the mattress away, stood up abruptly, his face flushed red, and his big black eyes slowly focused: "Little Ah Shui, why didn't you wake me up earlier, you almost ruined my good deed."

"Hum." Li Shui complained in a low voice while helping Fu Xuan dress and wash, "Ah Shui calls every half an hour, you either hit me with a pillow or kicked me with your legs, Brother Xuan always behaves like this." The villains are the first to report."

Fu Xuan was so choked by Li Shui that he had nothing to say, so he coaxed Li Shui to comb his hair, while he himself began to apply powder and outline his eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror.

The Hairpin Fair is an old custom in Jinlingtai. As the name suggests, it is a banquet where literati and poets gather together, recite poems and make pairs, and admire and wear flowers.Mama Hua had issued a death order with Fu Xuan a month ago, if it happened.That day, Bao didn't want to be ruined by a reckless layman, so he took advantage of the opportunity of the hairpin meeting to find a high-ranking benefactor for himself.

Mother Hua's words are not harsh, he is less than a year away from turning sixteen, so he should hurry up and find a decent hairpin man.

"Hey, why did you even smear the lip balm on the Zhenzhen Pavilion today? Didn't you say that this lip balm will be buried in the soil with you in the future?" A man's voice like a willow flute made Fu Xuan twist Turning around, causing him to mistakenly smear lip balm on his chin, stomping his feet angrily and scolding: "Brother Pei! Look at what you've done!"

Pei Mo was less than two years older than Fu Xuan, and was also a young lady in Nanfeng Pavilion. His parents died when he was ten years old, and his family was so poor that he was sold to Tianxiang Pavilion by his brother-in-law to make a living.

He was different from Fu Xuan, he had been entrusted by his parents for several years when he was a child, and when he first came to Nanfeng Pavilion, he was full of ambitions, and he refused to learn the work of serving others.Mother Hua locked him in the woodshed and beat him without food, just to refresh his spirit. Fu Xuan was young at that time, and seeing a younger brother come to accompany him, every night when the thugs were changing shifts, Later, he stuffed Pei Mo with some food from the small cave, and the two became friends over time.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, Pei Mo is now a very popular young lady in the Nanfeng Pavilion, even Hua's mother has to speak nicely when she sees him.

Two years ago, Pei Mo met his first benefactor at the Hairpin Flower Fair. He heard from Pei Mo that the man was Xu Bingzhi, a high-ranking official in Jindu. It happened that he came to Jinling Terrace for inspection and was invited to participate in the Hairpin Flower Fair. meeting.The two met each other in Liu Park, and Xu Bingzhi paid 1 taels of gold to Pei Mo the night he was born.

Pei Mo also said that Xu Bingzhi was a good man, and his bed affairs were extremely gentle and delicate, but Xu Bingzhi left without saying goodbye when the inspection period expired.

Fu Xuan felt that if he could meet such a person when he was pregnant, he would be content, so he put more effort into applying makeup on his hands.

Pei Mo took the red hair tie from Li Shui, combed Fu Xuan's black hair, and said: "Don't blame me for not explaining to you, there are many people like you in Liu Park who want to climb high branches. , if you really meet the one you like, don't let others pick it up lightly."

"I'm so pretty, how can I miss it. You can just wait for me to hook up with a good brother and bring it to you." Fu Xuan confidently dipped a little ointment on his temples.

Li Shui laughed 'puchi' at the side, and said: "Brother Mo, why worry about him, brother Xuan last time burning incense was just an ordinary performance, and he was able to get back a bunch of money, and it was as lively as a New Year's lion dance. "

"That's right, I'm not worried about that." Pei Mo wrapped the hairband around and around, and it was completely tightened with the last pull, "But there is one thing, you have to remember clearly."

"You can't just look at the face when you choose someone. How long is your mind to see if his shoe uppers are new and clean? If there is dirt, it is absolutely unacceptable. If there is a chance, look at their nails with dirt or ink embedded in them, with thin calluses The ones that are rough and chapped are not in the way. Men and women in this world are nothing more than you deceiving me and I coaxing you. Liu Park is full of fish and dragons, don’t be fooled by someone with a heart.”

Fu Xuanni said: "Okay Brother Pei, I'm only one and a half years younger than you, and I know as much about men as you do."