She landed on the ground.
Ya Lanzhu's kick had been sudden and fierce. She, who had been drunk for days, had been slow to react. She had actually landed in an unsightly position.
Fortunately, no matter how muddle-headed she was, she still remembered that Zhangsun Wuji was recuperating below, so she didn't want to hit him.
She flipped over in midair, tapped the ground with the tip of her toes, and was about to jump back. She'd better sleep on the roof. She hadn't figured out how to face Zhangsun Wuji yet.
Chengchen was suddenly cut off.
Fuyao missed her step. Stunned, she flipped her body over and used her other hand to hold onto the pillar. Suddenly, a white ball appeared on the pillar.
The ball's black eyes stared right in front of her nose, staring at her hatefully. Suddenly, he did a "somersault and inverted 360 degrees" and kicked! I'll kick, kick, kick, kick!
"Pa!"
His claws, which were covered in syrup, landed on Fuyao's face, viciously kicking her down.
"Bang —"
She fell into the blanket and bounced like a dead fish.
Feeling something warm and soft under his body, he quickly touched it, afraid that it would fall on Zhangsun Wuji's body. Suddenly, he heard someone laugh softly and say, "What are you touching?"
That voice was low and soft, like a ball of silk, winding around in the dark night, causing one's hands and feet to go weak.
Meng Fuyao froze and retracted her claws. "I lost some money and came down to look for it. Isn't it with you? Sorry for disturbing you. "
She didn't look at Zhangsun Wuji from beginning to end. She crawled up and was about to leave when her body was suddenly pulled by someone. She felt a weight on her body, and a faint, exotic fragrance mixed with the fragrance of medicine enveloped her.
Her eyes widened as she tried to push him away, but to no avail. Only then did she realize that she was being pressed down …
He was being crushed!
The most serious inharmonious situation of the century had occurred!
She, Meng Fuyao, was crushed!
Meng Fuyao howled and was about to push away the person who had suddenly turned into a wolf, but the person on top of her said weakly, "Go ahead and push me. At most, I'll just get hurt again."
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky. Zhangsun Wuji was a conscience-crushing machine.
'Alright, I won't push you, lest I accidentally touch your wound.' She grinned, her voice muffled from being pressed down. "Alright, be careful with your valuables."
She tried to gently lift Zhangsun Wuji, but that guy put his head on the side of her neck and refused to come down. He said in a low voice, "Can't you lend me a place to rest?"
The bed is so big, why do you insist on using my neck to put your head? You want to put my chest on your shoulder? I'm a young girl who's still in puberty. My boobs are hurting from being squashed!
Fuyao's anger flared. No matter how severe his injuries were, they were merely flesh wounds. Why was he so weak? The ruse of self-inflicted injury, the ruse of self-inflicted injury, the ruse of self-inflicted injury, the ruse of self-inflicted injury — determined not to be fooled!
Just as she was determined not to be fooled and was about to pull him down, Zhangsun Wuji said softly, "My sect's martial arts practice cultivates the entire body's muscles and blood. Every part of the body is a weapon, and every part is filled with vital energy. However, before reaching the peak, every part is empty, so you won't get hurt easily. Once you do, external injuries are equivalent to internal injuries …"
He spoke intimately to the side of Fuyao's neck, his breath brushing against the back of her ear, tickling her hair. Fuyao dodged slightly, but her body softened a little. Perhaps it was because of the warmth in her heart, or perhaps it was because of Zhangsun Wuji's explanation.
She didn't know that she was as soft as spring water. Her body was like a cloud in Zhangsun Wuji's arms. Their breaths intertwined, and in the darkness, both of them breathed heavily.
After a while, Fuyao helplessly whispered, "You're only allowed to hug me to sleep … nothing else."
A faint chuckle could be heard. The man's gaze in the darkness was charming. He moved slightly, and Fuyao felt her cheeks moisten. His soft lips touched her skin, moist and lingering, enshrouded with his unique scent. There was also a cool medicinal fragrance, a noble yet cold fragrance. It was like a continuous rain in autumn, carrying the fragrance of fallen flowers that had yet to disperse. Slowly, it moved down her face, which was sticky from Lord Ingot's kick. It was exquisite and warm, like a spring breeze that moistened thousands of miles.
Fuyao's mind went blank, and her face instantly burned. He was actually slowly licking the syrup on her face!
The gentle and fragrant scent invaded her body bit by bit, leaving its mark on her smooth skin. There was a slight sweetness as it moved downwards, and when it reached the corner of her mouth, it was a rich wine fragrance. It was intoxicating, refreshing, and lingered for a long time, just like how she tasted …
Zhangsun Wuji stopped in the corner of the wine and lingered for a long time. After a while, he sighed and said, "No wonder the predecessors said that they would rather die drunk in the land of wine …"
Fuyao blushed and tried to push him away. Zhangsun Wuji chuckled and moved away, but he refused to let go. He hugged her to sleep and said, "Fuyao, I won't touch you before you completely accept me."
"Can you?" Fuyao flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Do you know Guo Pingrong? He's a role model! "
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and tilted his head to bite the corner of her lips. "Ah!" Fuyao cried out in surprise. He laughed and said, "You can bear to?"
Fuyao snorted and tilted her head away. She gradually became silent, and after a while, she said faintly, "I'm sorry …"
Zhangsun Wuji leaned to the side and looked at her. "Hmm?"
Fuyao glared at the shameless man and said nothing.
Zhangsun Wuji laughed and reached out to tidy up her messy hair. "You're finally willing to say that."
"But I still feel that what I said the other day wasn't completely wrong …" Fuyao said resentfully.
The two of them faced each other in silence in the darkness, each thinking about their own matters. At that moment, their mood had nothing to do with romance. They were thinking about something more long-term.
After a long time, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly asked, "Who are you thinking about?"
Fuyao was silent for a long time. Finally, she answered, "Mother."
"Where is she?"
Fuyao was silent for a long time before answering, "Somewhere very far away."
Zhangsun Wuji looked at the sadness in her eyes, which flowed out like water. After a long time, he said slowly, "Fuyao, can't I help you?"
Fuyao answered with silence.
Help? How? That would be too cruel.
She wanted to go against the heavens. Did she want him to lose his life's happiness?
No matter what, I always hope that you'll be well … Be the honorable Emperor of the Five Continents. Rule the world from the position that suits you best. Be a very, very, very, very good … Emperor.
Fuyao squinted her eyes and tried hard to imagine Zhangsun Wuji wearing a dragon robe and a crown. She also thought about what kind of Empress he would have by his side. But no matter how she thought about it, she just couldn't figure it out.
Slowly, she laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Go to sleep. You haven't rested well for a few days." Zhangsun Wuji patted her and said in a gentle voice, "Don't suffer. Your suffering is equal to mine. Our suffering adds up to double the suffering. Do you think it's worth it?"
Fuyao couldn't help but laugh. Zhangsun Wuji leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You little fool, it's useless to persuade you. Let's … wait and see."
= = =
Fuyao was back to her human self.
She smashed the wine jar, put on a new robe, and went to work in high spirits.
Ya Lanzhu and Lord Ingot, who were squatting by the side, looked at her back and exchanged a look. They both read the same thing in each other's eyes.
"You're asking for a kick!"
Fuyao rode on the street. Pan Du was as calm and strict as ever. But under that calm, there was an undercurrent of unrest, especially in the eastern part of the city where the nobles gathered. The uneasy atmosphere was even more obvious. Some people were trying to escape, while others were quietly stocking up on food. The biggest country in the world, which had been peaceful for many years, was finally starting to panic because of the impending arrival of one person.
Fuyao raised her head and looked at the lingering haze in the sky. She didn't know why, but she also felt a faint sense of unease. It was as if something far away, something that she couldn't control or predict was slowly changing. The change could not be seen or touched, but it was like a cluster of dark clouds before a storm. It was extremely slow, but it would never change its direction as it moved toward her.
But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't think of anything wrong. After a while, she could only raise her whip and continue forward.
Pan Du had already entered the battle preparation period. The imperial camp, the imperial guards, and the imperial guards were all assembled and waiting for orders. Zhan Beiye's Cang Long Army had already crossed the Yi River, trampling on the scattered armor of the defeated imperial army. Although the Cang Long Army was ferocious and ferocious, like a wolf from the desert beating up the Tiansha army that had not experienced battle for many years, they had strict military discipline. They did not startle the citizens, did not kill any prisoners, and even gave preferential treatment to those who volunteered to surrender the city. As a result, there was little resistance along the way, and they were only a day away from reaching Pan Du.
The Tiansha imperial court had been debating for many days. They were debating whether to pull the capital's army out to Danshui City, which was 60 miles away from Pan Du, or split the army into three groups to suppress Zhan Beiye's vanguard and prevent the enemy from approaching Pan Du. Or to concentrate the army's strength to defend Pan Du. The two parties argued until their faces were red and necks were thick, and they clenched their fists and rolled up their sleeves. Today, they were arguing again. Zhan Nancheng sat on the throne, wearily watching the debate below. His complexion had not been good recently, and everyone thought that the case of Prince Heng had affected his mental state. Only Meng Fuyao laughed coldly in her heart, constantly trying to guess what was wrong with him.
The ones debating in court were all first-ranked officials who had the power to decide on national affairs. A third-ranked official like Meng Fuyao had no right to speak. She was standing in class, picking her nails, when she suddenly heard Zhan Nancheng call out to her.
"Commander Meng, what do you think about this?"
Everyone stopped talking and looked over, their eyes filled with curiosity and disdain.
'What does this silly boy know?'
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao quickly put down her claws and stood up. She said respectfully, "His Majesty is mighty. Whether in Danshui or Pandu, you will definitely achieve great victories. You will be invincible, and the rebels will flee at the mere sight of you …"
"Pfft!" Everyone turned their heads. 'Shameless!'
Zhan Nancheng rubbed the space between his eyebrows tiredly. "Commander Meng, what do you want to say? Just say it."
"My parents gave birth to me, and His Majesty knows me best." Meng Fuyao grinned. "Then I'll say it?"
Zhan Nancheng smiled bitterly and nodded.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around and swung her arms in a big circle. "You fools!"
All the officials' faces turned green. 'How could this boy start scolding people!'
Xi Rui, one of the three ministers of the Imperial Secretariat, said angrily, "Meng Fuyao, is the imperial court a place for you to behave atrociously?"
Meng Fuyao jumped onto the red steps and pointed at his nose. "Old man Xi, His Majesty allows me to speak freely, but you're scolding me and forbidding me to speak? Are you going against the imperial edict? What are you trying to achieve by going against the imperial edict? Could it be that you have the intention to be a disloyal subject? Why would you have the intention to be a disloyal subject? Could it be that you want to switch allegiance to the traitor Zhan Beiye? … "
Old man Xi clutched his chest and coughed. He was on the verge of collapsing. He had lost in less than a round.
Zhan Nancheng frowned. Meng Fuyao turned around again and said in a clear voice, "His Majesty, neither of these plans are feasible!"
The entire hall was in an uproar. The imperial camp's chief commander, Xie Yu, laughed coldly. "Commander Meng, what brilliant idea do you have?"
"My brilliant idea is this," Meng Fuyao said without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "Fighting 60 miles to Danshui is equivalent to abandoning Pandu in a dangerous situation. Once the enemy divides their forces and takes a detour, Pandu will be in danger. Moreover, Pandu is the world's most important city with strong walls and cannons. It's easy to defend and hard to attack. Ridiculous! "
Zhan Nancheng nodded. Xi Rui, who was holding Danshui in his hand, was flushed. He said angrily, "Aren't you talking about defending Pandu? What's new about that? "
"Defending depends on how you defend it!" Meng Fuyao waved her fist at him. "Have any of you carefully analyzed the composition of Zhan Beiye's rebel army? It's true that his main force is his Desert Cavalry, but he also has two allied armies. They are the two military governors of the Jin, Yan, and Ming Lun Mansions who have followed him since the beginning. These two traitors are loyal to Zhan Beiye and are his right-hand men.
"So what if we know?" someone muttered. "No matter what, the Blue Dragon Army is still the main force. Their combat power …"
"Pfft, you're just boosting the morale of others and diminishing your own!" Meng Fuyao spat. "If we can't defeat them with force, why can't we defeat them with intelligence?"
"You know how to defeat them with intelligence?" someone sneered.
"To defeat a general, one must first defeat the morale of the army. The generals of the Jin, Yan, and Minlun Mansions are high-ranking officials who lead troops outside. According to convention, their families are all in the capital …" Meng Fuyao laughed sinisterly. "Bring them to the city and kill them!"
Everyone was speechless … This brat was vicious!
"What if the generals of the two mansions kill their families … Oh, no, they don't care about their families? Besides, they're just auxiliary troops. Even if they withdraw, it won't affect the overall situation … "
"Eh, what does this have to do with the generals of the two mansions?" Meng Fuyao's eyes widened. "I want to force Zhan Beiye. Didn't they say that the Blue Dragon Army is made up of men from the Northern Lands, valiant and loyal? Now that the families of the generals of the two mansions are tied up in the city, what choice will Zhan Beiye make? If he retreats, all his efforts will be in vain. If he doesn't, even if the generals of the two mansions don't blame him for continuing to follow him, how will he have the face to command thousands of soldiers? How will he have the face to face his brothers who shed blood and tears for him? How will those hot-blooded men under him be willing to risk their lives for such a cold-blooded master? "
Everyone sucked in a breath of air and remained silent. This was truly an immoral and sinister person, a plan to exterminate the entire clan!
The people of Tiansha were simple and honest. Although there was nothing too deceitful in war, such a strategy of kidnapping the innocent and weak to attack the hearts of the people was something the generals of Tiansha despised. Although the civil officials might not have thought of it, they felt that if they were to propose it, they would inevitably be cursed for thousands of years in the future. Besides, as an official, who would not be an emperor? Therefore, there were also those who were good at scheming who had the same idea but did not say it out loud.
Who would have thought that the idiot commander would say it out loud in the imperial court today?
Xie Yu laughed coldly. "Do you think the generals of the Jin Yan and Ming Lun Mansions are fools? Don't they know to fetch their families first? "
Meng Fuyao cast a sidelong glance at him. "From your tone, did you go to the houses of the two generals? You didn't see them? Since you had such a plan, why didn't you tell His Majesty first? "
Xie Yu's face turned pale, and Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed.
Meng Fuyao laughed again. "Actually, it doesn't matter if the families of the two generals are in the capital or not. I just randomly kidnapped a few women and children and told them that they were the families of the two generals. Even if the governor refused to admit it, I made the women cry for their husbands, the children call for their fathers, and the old mothers call for their beloved children. It was a very good show. The governor wouldn't have brought his real family with him, would he? The soldiers might not even know if the family of the governor was there or not, right? People tend to believe what they see with their own eyes. In the eyes of the thousands of soldiers, how could the people crying on the tower not be the governor's family? The governor's refusal to admit it was just a matter of putting righteousness before family. Under such circumstances, it would be righteous for the governor to not admit it, but what about Zhan Beiye? Haha, don't you think that Zhan Beiye would be so angry that he would vomit blood if he was forced to give up on his fake family? "
She was beaming with joy. "Isn't that great!"
"…"
The hall was silent. Everyone looked at each other and quickly came to a consensus — never ever offend this kid in the future!
He was good at manipulating people's hearts, and he was extremely shameless!
Meng Fuyao smiled shamelessly. "This is even more effective than kidnapping Zhan Beiye's own mother. He can disregard his own mother for the sake of the bigger picture, but he can't disregard other people's mothers … Haha, moreover, the families of the two generals are in my hands."
"In your hands?" Zhan Nancheng turned to look at her.
"Your Majesty." Meng Fuyao bowed solemnly. "Ever since Zhan Beiye's rebellion and Governor Jinyan's offering of the city, I've felt that there must be collusion. That's why I've strengthened the city's defenses in advance. My brothers from the Flying Fox Battalion have already intercepted the families of the two Governors and locked them up in my residence. I'm going to teach Zhan Beiye a lesson at the gates of Pandu City, so that those officials who are biding their time will know who the real master is!"
"Good!" Zhan Nancheng was elated. "You are truly loyal to the country, my dear subject!"
"I will share the king's worries," Meng Fuyao swore to the heavens. "I am willing to be the vanguard and slay Zhan Hou for Your Majesty!"
"You are a talent. How can you be the vanguard?" Zhan Nancheng smiled happily, his pale face turning slightly red. "Pass the decree!"
"The former commander of the imperial camp, Xie Yu, will be transferred to the position of assistant minister of the Ministry of War and commander of the imperial camp." Zhan Nancheng paused and smiled at Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao raised her head innocently.
"The former deputy commander of the imperial camp and commander of the Flying Fox Camp, Meng Fuyao, will take over!"
"Your humble subject thanks you!"
= = =
"I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen someone as shameless as you." Ya Lanzhu used her chopsticks to point out the situation on the dining table. "He actually used his mouth to deceive the commander of the Imperial Camp at the last moment. The imperial camp is currently the largest armed force in the capital. There are close to 100,000 soldiers in the three camps, and there are no vacancies. Wow, you're rich! "
Meng Fuyao was wearing an apron, steaming with steam as she served the last dish on the table like a dead dog. Ever since Zhangsun Wuji had been recuperating, she had started cooking personally. Our General Meng's talent was rather unique. She did not know any of the four arts, but her cooking and sewing skills were still passable. As a result, when the chefs in the Meng Residence cooked, the few nobles refused to eat them. They had been raised to be picky by her.
Yun Hen had even asked her, "Fuyao, you don't look like a capable person. How are you so good at cooking? You can even make the most ordinary vegetables taste good. "
Fuyao thought bitterly, 'If you also had a sickly mother and empty pockets, strolling around the market with a meager salary every day, trying your best to balance medical and food expenses, and managing to balance the patient's medical and nutritional expenses while still maintaining the taste … you would also be able to use vegetables to make Eighteen Dishes of Green Vegetables.'
She sat down at the dining table resentfully and picked up her chopsticks to eat, only to find that in the time she took off her apron, the dishes on the table had all changed places — my sweet and sour pork ribs, my spicy beef, and my Kaiyang cabbage stewed with three strips. Why the hell did they all leave the military camp of me, the great general, and go under the command of the enemy?
The 'enemy' sat on the main seat, with ribs on the left, Kaiyang cabbage on the right, and three slices of rolls on the table. Handsome men poured wine while beautiful men took the dishes.
The sharp-tongued man took the dishes for the smiling Queen Ya. His attitude was a hundred times better than Meng Fuyao's. Someone's eyes turned red.
Yun Hen placed all the good dishes in front of Ya Lanzhu. If he could not place them, he put them on a rack. The plates piled up three layers high, and the dishes on the table showed an extreme imbalance of meat and vegetables. Fortunately, Yun Hen's skill was superb. The rack was like a roller coaster, but it did not collapse. Thus, a certain someone made a squeaking sound.
She cast her last hopeful gaze at her loyal crown prince, who looked up and smiled at her. Then … he personally poured wine for Ya Lanzhu.
She broke down.
'A bunch of pigs who forget their friends in the face of beauty and their cooking maids in the face of profit!'
'Even if you're biased, you can't be this biased!'
She angrily put down her chopsticks and scolded, "I work in the day and cook at night. I even have to change my dressing and do massages in the middle of the night …" She suddenly covered her mouth with her chopsticks. 'Ugh, I've let it slip.'
Zhangsun Wuji leaned on his chair and looked up at her. His eyes were filled with joy.
'Good, I'll let it slip more often.'
Unsatisfied, Meng Fuyao changed her words and continued scolding, "I cook every day and you idlers still want me to wash the dishes … wash the vegetables … wash …"
"Today is Princess Ya's birthday."
Opposite her, the sharp-tongued man's words crushed Meng Fuyao to death.
Meng Fuyao was tongue-tied. Before she could say anything, the birthday god cupped his heart with both hands and said in a bright and sorrowful voice, "I'm so silly, really. I thought that everyone would be happy on my birthday, but I didn't know that there would be people who would be unhappy …"
The corner of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. She raised her sleeves to cover her face. 'I'm so silly, really. I have to know that those who fool others will be fooled by others. The outcome of the creation of such a peerless piece of writing was like shooting yourself in the foot.'
By the time she put down her sleeves, she had already put on a flattering smile. She stood up and personally placed the last plate of Kung Pao Chicken in front of Ya Lanzhu. "Hey, Zhuzhu, why didn't you tell me earlier that it was your birthday? How would I know if you didn't tell me? Look at me, I'm so happy when I know it's your birthday … "She pushed Yun Hen away and sat beside Ya Lanzhu affectionately." Zhuzhu, what birthday present do you want? What kind of birthday present did you receive in the past? Let's get something special! "
"In the past …" Ya Lanzhu tilted her head and blinked her big eyes. "Last year at this time, when I had just arrived in Taiyuan, there was a family holding a wedding not far from the inn. The firecrackers were set off happily, and I sat on the eaves with a pot of wine. With every firecracker, I toasted myself. Oh, it was so lively …"
The room fell silent. Meng Fuyao's hand froze on Ya Lanzhu's shoulder.
"The year before last, when I was in Fufeng, I was caught and locked up. To comfort me, my parents held a birthday banquet for me. I requested for as many people as possible, and the more extravagant, the better. Taking advantage of the crowd, I slipped away, but I was in such a hurry that I even lost my bag. I was starving in the middle of the night, so I traded a broken golden hairpin in an old farmer's house for half a stiff biscuit. I hugged the biscuit and ate it slowly under the light of the fireworks in the Imperial City. I thought that those royal banquets with roasted pork and fat beef would be similar to this biscuit. I could smell it, so I guess I've eaten it …"
"…"
"The year before last, I was in Tiansha. I got lost in the Geya Desert, and a group of desert bandits tried to rob me. I killed them, but they punctured my water pouch before they died. That night, the moon was huge, as big as an ice bowl in the palace. I stared at the moon and wished that it was an ice bowl, so I had to eat it until there was nothing left. In the past, I always complained that I had too much to eat, and at that moment, I regretted it so much … Later on, I thought that I couldn't die of thirst in the Geya Desert. It would be too unsightly. If someone couldn't recognize me, I would drink the blood of the bandits' corpses, hehe …"
"… That's enough …"
Meng Fuyao supported herself against the wall and stood up. In the silence, she did not look at Ya Lanzhu and forced a smile. "I'm going to add a few dishes. It's Zhuzhu's birthday, and these dishes are too slow."
Ya Lanzhu looked at her back and suddenly laughed. Tapping her chopsticks, she said in a crisp voice, "Meng Fuyao, I'm not saying this to gain your sympathy. I'm just telling you that matters of the heart will always be bitter. The more stubborn you are, the more bitter it will be. You might even have to face loneliness, wander, and face danger. But what does that matter? As long as you have the guts, you can endure it no matter how bitter it is. The scariest thing is that you don't even have the guts. "
She slowly picked up some food with her chopsticks and gave some to the beauties around her. "Don't pretend to be indifferent, but you're actually so concerned about me. To be honest, I'm quite satisfied. This year's birthday is really a pleasant surprise. I suddenly feel that I have everything. Although it's important to have someone to love, there are some feelings that aren't inferior to this, right? The birthday banquets I attended before I turned 12, and the birthdays I spent wandering around after I turned 12, all of them added together can't compare to today's happiness … Meng Fuyao, get your ass back here. Why are you adding more food? Are you trying to kill me? "
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly laughed. "Princess Ya, why weren't you the one who was betrothed to me? Otherwise, I would be free now. "
Ya Lanzhu glanced at him and giggled. "I'll give you a quote from someone: The revolution has yet to succeed, and comrades still need to work hard."
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. She raised her cup and circled the table. "I'm not biased. I'll give this to everyone: The revolution has yet to succeed, and comrades still need to work hard."
The crown prince's face darkened, and he helplessly ate his food.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath. With her back facing Ya Lanzhu, she looked at the round moon outside the window and thought about the fifteen-year-old girl who had celebrated her birthday by drinking the blood of a corpse under the burning moon in the Gobi Desert. After a long time, she raised her hand and flicked a water droplet off her eyelashes.
Then, she grabbed Lord Ingot, who was also looking at the moon with a sad expression, and smiled. "I'll only add one last dish."
Ya Lanzhu nibbled on her hoof and whimpered, "I don't want meat …"
After a while, Meng Fuyao came up mysteriously with a golden plate covered with a silver lid. "The main dish!"
Ya Lanzhu raised her eyebrows. "What are you up to this time …" She reached out to open the lid and spat out the wine in her mouth.
In the middle of the plate sat Lord Ingot, who had a bright red bow tied around his neck.
"Here's my birthday present … the virgin dance of the pure and loyal virgin, Lord Ingot." Meng Fuyao solemnly extended her hand. Lord Ingot slowly stood up, adjusted the bow, and gracefully bowed to Ya Lanzhu with his hands behind his back. Then, he extended his paw.
Ya Lanzhu's mouth twitched as she looked at the invitation of the waltz. Having been by Meng Fuyao's side for so long, she had naturally learned this dance. But … to dance with Lord Ingot?
Lord Ingot waited solemnly. He had decided to dedicate his first dance to Zhuzhu. Even his master would have to stand aside.
Ya Lanzhu looked at Lord Ingot, who was waiting solemnly. She looked at Meng Fuyao, who was smiling and leaning on the side with her arms crossed. She looked at the beauties who were smiling and trying to stuff her with food. Her eyes shone brighter and brighter, as if there were countless pearls rolling in them, but they did not fall.
After a long time, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Suddenly, she slowly extended a finger and hooked Lord Ingot's paw.
"Ingot, don't step on my hand, okay?" she said.
The room was silent. The moonlight shone on the table, creating a huge round spot of light. In the middle of the spot, a snow-white furball hugged its slender finger and danced a silent waltz, intoxicated. The finger moved in tandem with its movements, rising and falling, swaying, and flying … It was not teasing, not disrespectful, not comical at all. It was just as serious and sincere as the little furball.
All precious intentions were worthy of sincere treatment.
At the end of the song, Ingot returned the finger with perfect etiquette and bowed again under the moonlight.
Ya Lanzhu laughed and said, "Idiot Ingot, you still need to do a full set of etiquette. You're in for a loss this time. Your first dance is mine …" She suddenly could not continue and raised her hand to cover her eyes.
After a long time, sparkling pearls rolled down from the gaps between her fingers.
Lord Ingot climbed up her arm and used the butterfly knot to slowly wipe it. "Squeak, squeak …"
Meng Fuyao suddenly strode out.
She walked straight to the door, made a gesture, and then walked forward into the garden without looking back. Only then did she receive the wax pill from the man in black who was in charge of delivering the message. She said, "Go."
She slowly unfolded the wax pellet and glanced at the calligraphy on the paper. An indescribable complex emotion flashed across her eyes. Then, she slowly crumbled the paper.
She then went back to the window and peeked her head in to smile. Ya Lanzhu had already regained her composure. She asked her with a smile, "Is there news from Zhan Beiye again? He'll be here tomorrow, right? "
"Yes." Meng Fuyao smiled at her with bright eyes. "He asked me to congratulate you on your 17th birthday. Have this day every year, and this day every year."
"I can't take it if I have this good day every day." Ya Lanzhu smiled and looked at her with a frank and deep gaze. "Thank you."
Meng Fuyao froze for a moment, then laughed. "You really can't take it when you're so polite." She walked away from the window and said, "I'm going to wash my hands. You guys help yourselves."
She did not wash her hands, but instead sat quietly in the garden. The distant lights shone on the pond, sparkling and changing into a brilliant silver color. The water lilies on the pond looked haggard, resting quietly under the curved railings of the white stone bridge. The wind swept over the water, bringing with it a refreshing scent mixed with the fragrance of chrysanthemums. A small daisy was leaning against her finger, full and delicate, like a pearl ring.
Someone sat down beside her. The chrysanthemums on the ground bowed slightly, as if they were startled by that radiance. That person only smiled gently. She compared the tender yellow little daisy between her snow-white fingers and said, "What a beautiful color."
Meng Fuyao did not turn her head. "She said thank you. Who do you think she's thanking?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and said after a while, "Princess Ya is a very smart person."
Meng Fuyao sighed. "Perhaps I've outsmarted myself again."
"No." Zhangsun Wuji turned his head and looked into her bright eyes. "It's precisely because she's smart that she understands your intentions."
Meng Fuyao sighed and leaned back, covering her eyes with her hands. "I often feel that I'm a sinner …" She suddenly stopped and sniffed suspiciously. "What's that smell?"
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Let me show you a magic trick."
Meng Fuyao tilted her head and was immediately speechless. The Crown Prince was taking out a dish from his super wide sleeve.
Braised meatballs.
The corner of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. No wonder she felt that something was wrong with the table. Others might not have noticed, but as a cook, she knew how many dishes she had cooked. Who would have thought that it would be stolen by this glutton?
"If you want to eat, I'll make it for you. Is there a need to steal it? Aren't you ashamed of stealing food from the Crown Prince's table … "
Zhangsun Wuji ignored her and stared at the plate of meatballs, which no longer looked or smelled good. "I thought meatballs were the best dish to preserve the taste. I didn't expect it to still look so bad …" he muttered.
All of a sudden, Meng Fuyao stopped talking.
'Did he keep it for me because I didn't eat anything on the table? He was afraid that I would be hungry?'
'The noble and elegant Crown Prince stealing food from the table … I can't imagine that scene.'
'Sigh … It's a pity that the Crown Prince's taste for stealing food is not good enough. The meatballs get cold and stick together. There's no way to eat them.'
Meng Fuyao wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She bent down and hugged her head for a while. Then, she took the meatball and stuffed it into her mouth.
Zhangsun Wuji took the dish from her. "It's cold. Don't eat it. You might get a stomachache." He pulled her up. "Don't be lazy. Go make supper."
"I'm not hungry." Meng Fuyao didn't move.
"But I am." A certain someone pulled her without hesitation. "I'm still recuperating. You have to make sure I'm nourished."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. The Crown Prince's injury was really hard to heal. "I'll go make supper. You have to light the fire for me."
"Deal."
…
A quarter of an hour later.
It was a joyous and harmonious scene in the kitchen. A pretty kitchen maid with a headscarf was busying herself in front of the stove, snow-white wontons flying out of her palms. Her slender hands were even whiter than the wontons, and her movements were as light as a dance. Behind the stove, a man in loose sleeves was leaning against the wall, leisurely placing firewood into the stove. The blazing fire was bright and warm, illuminating his peerless features. His jade-like face radiated brilliance in all directions. Even though he was in the dirt of the stove, his posture did not change. Occasionally, he would look up at the busy woman with a smile. His eyes were full of love, and the air was enshrouded in a warm atmosphere …
An hour later.
The kitchen maid's willowy eyebrows were furrowed. She angrily grabbed the wonton skin and placed her hands on her hips.
Thick smoke billowed in the kitchen, as if someone had set the fire or burned the corpse to destroy the evidence.
The pile of firewood under the stove rustled, and a black-browed, black-eyed man emerged. He was coughing and dusting off his luxurious light purple robe. The robe's original color was no longer recognizable. He was respectfully clinging to a piece of firewood, his elegant brow furrowed as he studied. 'I can control the True Fire in my body, but why can't I control a mere stove fire?'
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky in distress.
'Look at his poor ability to survive. What if he's switched with someone else? How is he going to survive among the commoners?'
Looking at him, she felt happy. 'I've finally discovered something that the Crown Prince can't do. I thought he could do everything from destroying a country to embroidery.'
The Crown Prince knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression. He pulled her over. "The pot is hot, be careful of the heat. I'll cook the wontons, you go light the fire."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him in disdain. 'There's this kind of person. Even if he's scheming, he has to be affectionate.'
After a while.
"Zhangsun Wuji, are you cooking wontons or porridge … Ah, where are my wontons? The skin is gone … "
…
Two hours later, Meng Fuyao had just climbed into bed after finishing her wonton. As she did so, she muttered to Lord Ingot, "I'm so unfortunate. I'm about to go to the battlefield to harm people. I'm so tired, so tired, and I even have to clean the kitchen in the middle of the night. Who do I owe this to …"
"Squeak," Lord Ingot answered. "You asked for it."
As soon as she laid down, she heard a loud rumble from afar. The ground trembled slightly, and the golden hooks on the bed swayed and clanked against each other. Then, a loud knocking sound could be heard. She put on her clothes and got out of bed. She saw the western city gate, where half of the sky was illuminated by flames.
"The Cang Dragon Army is attacking the city!"
Meng Fuyao rushed out and ran to the top of the tall building. She looked up at the crimson sky and muttered, "This guy doesn't want to live anymore. He's coming so fast!"
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, where the fire rose, and a sharp whistle soared straight into the sky. The piercing force was extremely fierce, like a line of fire sword instantly tearing the curtain of the night, ruthlessly tearing the sky into two halves. Then, the giant arrow exploded in mid-air, unexpectedly exploding into a flag. On the flag, there was an azure dragon dancing in the lightning clouds, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it grabbed down from the sky. The dark red flag was twisted in mid-air by the airflow, and the azure dragon on the flag seemed to be fiercely pouncing down from the clouds, its imposing manner was oppressive!
The whole city was in an uproar, shaken by the imposing manner of the Cang Dragon Army. Countless people rushed out of the long street and looked up, staring at the flag in a daze.
Only Meng Fuyao, who had extraordinary eyesight, was able to clearly see the flag that had appeared and disappeared into the darkness of the clouds. On the flag, there were a few huge words written in ink.
"I'm coming!"
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