Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 23: Inu Shou Wu Jiang
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The morning light will rise.
The wind and thunder are about to fall.
When Meng Fuyao led the horse into the gate of Yanjing City, there was still a slight nervousness in his heart, but he suddenly calmed down when he saw the excitement and calm flow of people on the broad long street.
What are you afraid of, no matter how the Taiyuan imperial family is overthrown, what does it have to do with her as a Xiaomin?
Because the emperor’s 50th birthday is approaching, the world will be celebrated together. The capital and the capitals of each province have built temples and chants. The craftsmen decorated the sides of the main street with colored silk fabrics. The whole Yanjing looks prosperous and prosperous. Splendid eyes.
Yuan Zhaoxuan broke up with her ten miles before entering the city. Meng Fuyao knew that if she participated in his affairs, it might not be good for him, and she would simply go ahead alone.
Yuan Zhaoxu said goodbye to her as usual, the deep sea-like eyes smiled faintly, and I couldn’t see how he felt, but Yuan Bao-sama looked really happy, jumping up and down triumphantly, and Dayou finally got rid of the follower and felt very happy. The appearance of Meng Fuyao made him very depressed, and in a rage he plucked three hairs on his buttocks, calling it a farewell memorial.
As for that, Meng Fuyao doesn’t care about it.
Looking for an inn to stay, Meng Fuyao went out shopping, bought a mask here and pinched a candy man, just to pass the time.
Things piled up quickly, Meng Fushao walked back with a faceless man in his mouth, and at a glance he saw Yao Xun squeezing in and out of the crowd, and 80% was “starting” again. He couldn’t help but smile.
This smile was a bit distracted. I walked the corner and didn’t look at the road. Suddenly I heard the sound of hoofs, and the white shadow rolled. A horse ran out suddenly after the corner. The horse was very eager, and I saw someone standing in front of me. Lu, kicked Meng Fuyao as soon as his leg lifted.
Amidst the exclamation of the street, people immediately shouted, “Nothing! Stop it!”
Meng Fuyao raised his head, the white horse’s long hoof was in front of him, and Meng Fuyao subconsciously wanted to severely break the horse’s hoof. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and found the horse godjun. Intuition is a pity, he shrank his hands and floated up and hugged it. Wrapped things and jumped on the horseback.
Immediately, the man had been thinking about going out, and driving a small run all the way, it caused the horse to run too fast and almost hurt, and was regretting, but saw the woman under the horse suddenly jumped onto the horse and sat firmly behind him. “Ah” said.
He turned his head subconsciously and made another “ah”.
At the same time, Meng Fuyao also came out.
Immediately young, gentle and graceful, isn’t it his first love who is about to marry a poodle?
Meng Fuyao squinted, and sighed secretly that it was really hateful encounters everywhere in life. Seeing Yan Jingchen’s red face, the days must have been very good recently.
If Yan Jingchen knew that she would vomit blood 80% of her heart at this time, he was obviously haggard and absent-minded, and because of the implicit threat of his father today, he was warned, thinking about Meng Fuyao, and almost frightened the horse. In her eyes, her face became red.
Meng Fuyao doesn’t care about this. She always thinks that after a breakup, you can never live better than me. If you live better than me, I feel very bad.
Seeing Yan Jingchen’s surprise in front of him, Meng Fuyao looked very upset and would dismount as soon as he turned around.
Before moving, the wrist was suddenly caught, Meng Fu shook his head, not looking at Yan Jingchen, only looked at his wrist, and said coldly, “Let go.”
Yan Jingchen hesitated for a while, remembering how harsh Meng Fuyao was on Xuanyuan Mountain that day, Sansan retracted his hand and whispered, “Fuyao…”
Meng Fuyao ignored it, Yan Jingchen was anxious, and stretched out his hand in front of her, gritted his teeth and said, “Fuyao, listen to me before leaving, otherwise, you will chop off my hand!” /
Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at the arm in front of him, then looked at the people around him, and sneered, “Yan Xiaohou, you are so scheming, tell me to chop your hand under the public? I? Didn’t I ask for bad luck?”
“I didn’t mean that.” Yan Jingchen retracted his hand and stared at Meng Fuyao closely, “Fuyao, shall we find a place to sit down and talk?”
“If you have farts, just put them here.” Meng Fuyao climbed up on the horse, squatted on the horse, and assumed a posture that he would not ride with him.
The people all over the street turned their heads and looked at the girl squatting on horseback. They couldn’t help pointing, but Meng Fuyao just didn’t see it.
Yan Jingchen looked at her weird and weird posture, sighed helplessly, slowly drove the horse across the street and entered a small alley that was rarely crossed, before whispering, “Fuyao, the family wants me How would I be willing to marry Pei Yuan? These days, my heart is like tormenting in a frying pan…”
“That’s it? It’s over.” Meng Fuyao interrupted him, and jumped off his horse.
“No!” Yan Jingchen was anxious, and immediately did not dare to confess, and said quickly, “My father wants me to marry Pei Yuan, in fact, it is mainly because the Pei family’s’Lei Dong Jue’ is top-notch in the world. For the exercise method, my father hopes that I will get the Thunder Motion Art, combined with my own shocking swordsmanship, in the future, I will succeed in the Zhenwu Conference…”
“What does that have to do with me?” Meng Fuyao yawned.
“So…” Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth, lowering his voice, “Father actually has a layer of thoughts. Since the Pei family has a’Thunder Movement Art’, maybe there will be’Bro Jiu Xiao’, no matter how strong Lei Ting is. , Finally came from Jiuxiao, even if the strength can open the mountains and the sea, it is still bigger than the vast sky, but the “Broken Jiuxiao” is too precious, the Pei family may be secretive, after I married her, the Pei family may be able to take it out… Fu Yao, Taiyuan heavy martial arts, the major forces are fighting openly and secretly. I am the heir of the family, and I have all the hopes of the family placed on me. The victory of the Zhenwu Conference is very important to me…”
“Bro Jiuxiao, is it?” Meng Fuyao suddenly smiled while listening without a word.
Yan Jingchen only felt that her eyes at that moment were weird and compassionate, with a touch of ridicule, but that expression was fleeting, and she soon returned to that lazy attitude.
“Fuyao…”
“I understand, I understand, I understand,” Meng Fuyao suddenly stretched out his hand and patted Yan Jingchen’s shoulder vigorously. “Are you finished? Your thoughts have been told? Your grievance and pressure because of nowhere to explain Already gone? Well, I heard that, Lei Dong Jue, Po Jiu Xiao, Zhen Wu Conference, all together are equal to your marriage,” she laughed, her eyes bright as stars, “Your father’s guess is really insightful. Jiuxiao’ I think Shiyou* is at Pei’s house, go and marry her, I wish you a great practice, you don’t have to be in the palace.”
“Fuyao!” Yan Jingchen gritted her teeth and grabbed her, and said anxiously, “Fuyao, I know you feel uncomfortable, I know you are sad and I leave you, you don’t have to deliberately anger me, let alone hurt you by saying these things Myself—”
“Aha! I’m uncomfortable? I’m sad? I deliberately **** you off? I deliberately hurt myself?” Meng Fuyao pointed to his nose, his eyes staring into cross-eyed eyes.
Yan, are you too narcissistic? Yes, I have had a period of time, and I also liked you, but let alone that it has not yet risen to the stage of love, even if it is love, I cannot be hypocritical to this point.
Dare you think that I am advancing by retreating, and the old love for you is still there? If you dare to love me, letting go and being chic in your eyes becomes a pretentious gesture? Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, infinitely depressed.
Her silence could be seen in Yan Jingchen’s eyes as evidence of “Meng Fuyao’s injury”. A spark flashed in his eyes, and he had the courage to say the next words.
“Fuyao, wait a minute… When I get married with Pei Yuan, I get Lei Dong Jue and Po Jiu Xiao, and then… I can’t help her anymore. I swear to you that I will never touch her. In the future, the Yan family is ours!”
……
Good, good plan, good abacus.
Why didn’t I realize you have such potential and imagination before?
Meng Fuyao was speechless for a while and smiled.
She squatted on the horse back, smiling very warmly and sincerely, although her posture was indecent, but she was only visible and brilliant and graceful.
“Yan Xiaohou, believe me, in this life, the Yan family belongs to you, you and your poodle. There will never be someone else to replace your poodle, because that is really a bad job.”
She searched in her arms and caught the faceless man who had previously gnawed halfway. She squeezed it into a certain animal shape, and passed it into the hands of Yan Jingchen who was staring at her.
“May your husband and wife be together for a hundred years, and your dogs will live without boundaries.”
She jumped off the horse with a squeak, and kicked the horse’s belly hard. The steed ran away with pain.
Yan Jingchen hurriedly took control of the reins, and finally calmed down his horse. He stopped on the road and looked back. The Yiren Fangzong was already gone.
With a silent sigh, Yan Jingchen thought about Fuyao just now, completely taking off the disguise she used to be in the Xuanyuan Sword School, and she became more beautiful and radiant, like a flaming red hyacinth.
The flower, which was originally in full bloom in his field of vision, swayed a thousand rich charms because of his smile, but now it is still in full bloom, brighter than before, but it is no longer the beauty that belongs to him alone.
The blooming of the flower is worthy of being folded. He missed the most beautiful season and missed the opportunity to pick that flower in his palm. He was destined to stand in the corner of this life. Will she thank others?
No…no…
She will forgive me…
Yan Jingchen squeezed his palms tightly, as if trying to calm his chaotic mood with that strength, only with this grip did he remember what Meng Fuyao had stuffed into his palm when he was parting.
He lowered his head and looked at the thing that was almost squashed in his palm.
A pair of ugly dogs squeezed into faces.