Chu Meng stretched out his fingers and slowly touched the ink marks of the plain scroll, and the strokes seemed to be hooked with vine thorns and thorns, and the cone pierced the heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She sighed lightly and said with a light smile: "Yes, you nobles in Vanity Fair are naturally more far-reaching and thoughtful than I thought, who is called to live and who to die, such as the bottomless abyss, it is the first dream that is shallow, and the class has an axe." ”

"As far as Wang Xie's family is concerned, Huan is the right person to be killed, and his father has long had this intention, so this person can't stay for a long time...... But I didn't kill him entirely for the sake of Wang Xie's family......"

Chu Meng turned his face slightly, and his heart had already darkened what Fu Xuan said.

"I killed him, but I just wanted to save you...... You told me that he used your calligraphy to impersonate you, and I couldn't sleep that night, and now you are half exposed to him, and with your character, if you still need to please Your Majesty in the future, you will come to entangle you...... I have promised you that I will protect you from any further harm, and how can I bear to expose you to potential danger all the time......

"Thank you Childe for thinking so well about the first dream......"

Fu Xuan grabbed her shoulders and said angrily: "Don't call me 'son' anymore, okay! I don't treat you as a maidservant, and you are not allowed to treat me as a son, we have to support each other through life!"

When Chu Meng heard this, she couldn't help herself for a while, and her heart was sour as if she was churning the old syrup, and the more Fu Xuan was like this, the more guilt she felt in her heart. She hurriedly shook her body and stared at Fu Xuan to copy the words, and said, "It's very similar, even when I first saw it, I was shocked, when did I write these words." The original plan of the first dream was that I would write a volume of birthday greetings and dedicate it to His Majesty, so that Huan Du's method of blinding his eyes would be self-defeating, and the emperor would punish him, and he would no longer have any tricks to please the emperor, and this branch would fall, but I was worried that Sima Xi would not be willing to Huan Du so right-handed, if he spared no manpower and material resources to find 'Chu Meng' all day for Huan Du, then my affairs would not be able to hide it, but under the intricacies, it was inevitable that Sima Xi would not bite back and slander Wang Xie framed. ”

"I've been thinking about it too. Fu Xuan also eased up slightly, "I sent someone to inquire about the matter of the night in the backyard of the small inn and Huan Jiezi that you described, there are indeed a lot of onlookers, I have arranged a few corpses similar to your body to prepare, just when the time comes, I will set fire to the residence near the inn, so that Chu Meng will be wiped out, and with a few words left, the onlookers who will be able to prove that it was Chu Mengqi who died. ”

"A clever trick to fake death to escape......"

"The usual methods used in Vanity Fair are not clever, Sima Xi is also familiar with this method of stealing the sky and changing the day, what I have done is just to end this matter in front of His Majesty, Your Majesty is in charge of this matter, even if it is not over, it is also over, the key is how Your Majesty views it. Fu Xuan looked at Chu Meng's slightly open thin lips, and said with a light smile, "You are not involved in the officialdom, so naturally you don't know the intrigue in it, so I just said those dark things that scared you, right?"

Hatsumeng shook his head slightly.

"In this way, you can also see that I am not the gentle son who was rumored to be in the past, right? Noble son, once you enter Vanity Fair, how many people will not have blood on their hands, and how many people can retreat? Throughout the ages, this is a long and thorny road from darkness to the bottom. Fu Xuan suddenly raised his eyebrows again, smiled as if nothing had happened, and said: "That's okay, today you are honest with me, and I am honest with you, we are even, okay?"

The rain outside the house seemed to be heard, only to hear the tick-tock raindrops hanging under the eaves, and could not hang down, it was falling, the raindrops seemed to fall in the heart of the first dream, and there was a voice in her heart that always tickled her like an ethereal whirlwind outside the sky.

In an instant, if it weren't for the earth-shattering thunder outside the house, Chu Meng would have almost revealed the identity of the female assassin.

"Why is it that there is still thunder in this June day? Fu Xuan saw that Chu Meng's body trembled violently with the thunder, and hurriedly took her into his arms and coaxed, "Xu is Chun Xian Po is reluctant to go from Wuyi Lane, and is messing with Xia Xian Po, and when she disagrees, she splits the spring thunder down." ”

The first dream was ignored, and he only broke away from Fu Xuan's arms: "The first dream has never seen thunder before, and it is a little out of shape......"

A few years ago, in the winter, I walked with my father in the north, and I saw snow for the first time, the sky and the earth were vast, and the snow was frozen, the scenery was too beautiful, and the touch of the snow was too moist, and I had to play for a long time, so I only asked my father to reprimand me coldly. ”

"Hmm...... The snow in the north is very ......"

"You...... Don't like snow?"

"I can't talk about joy, I can't talk about dislike, just ordinary scenery, such as the drizzle outside this day, some people feel crispy and beautiful, and some people feel that wet clothes are annoying. ”

"Oh...... That's not a pleasure...... That Fuxuan will keep in mind from now on and will never talk about snow again. ”

Chu Meng made her laugh lightly: "How do you know, I don't like snow?"

"After getting along with you for so many days, I naturally got acquainted with your heart......"

"You say I'm duplicitous again?"

"Okay, okay, it's good to be able to talk to each other! Your 'childe' call, it really makes me thrilled......

Chu Meng sighed heavily, walked to the side of the wooden shelf, took down a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread it on the desk.

"Your word is indeed very similar, but there are still some flaws in the pen, the emperor has always been good calligraphy, and the person who is good at calligraphy is not the ink itself, but the rhyme in it, your charm is graceful, and I am not, so these pen and details, is not very similar, generally look good, if the emperor or Sima Xi carefully study, it is difficult to say. ”

Chu Meng said, has skillfully returned to the wrist into a thick slurry bright ink, she lightly lifted the pen, dotted the ink fragrant, Hao wrist moved lightly, Fu Xuan silently looked at the falling paper on the side, shaking the air and revealing the thick.

That day, the breeze was light, and the old Shen mood that felt the vicissitudes of life slowly flowed out from the tip of the pen of the first dream, if it wasn't for what he saw with his own eyes, Fu Xuan really didn't believe that such a delicate young woman could write such a profound word. Fu Xuan felt sad, and couldn't help but hug her into his arms and hung his head silently.

"Then I can't write......" Hatsumu said lightly.

"Then I won't write it. Fu Xuan still buried his face in the temples of his first dream, unable to hold himself for a while.

And the first dream is not a surge of emotions, her ten fingers and hearts are connected to the heart, and she has lost the usual level of writing, she has finally violated her original intention, and turned herself into the kind of person she hated the most.

In order to bury her identity as a female assassin forever, in order to keep her relationship with Fu Xuan, she finally chose to take action.

The feeling of kindness is like water, and the first dream has been pursued for 20 years. "Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is better than the Tao." In the past, even if it was difficult in the Chaohui Palace, she still adhered to the pure land in her heart, and even if Concubine Qin was arrogant, she still did not want to join her in the same stream.

Dao Po, and concealment, Chu Meng was selfish, and finally couldn't bear to cut off her dream with his own hands.

After all, Fu Xuan is too beautiful, not like it is real, not like the person who should appear in the bumpy fate of the first dream, she is afraid that the mirage will overturn, and she is afraid that the colorful bubble will gradually disintegrate.

Two people with their own hearts but equally emotional embraced each other, each immersed in their own suffering. The drizzle outside the house was disturbed again, and the drizzle quietly wet the south wall, and also wet the person who had been standing under the south wall for a long time, and also wet the pupil in the man's frame.

Weizhen Bentuo sent a message to Taozhi to inquire about Fuxuan's movements in the house, and Taozhi took advantage of the rain to sneak into the eldest son's house to peep, only this peep, what should be heard, what should not be heard, but all Taozhi knew.