The South Vietnamese soldiers began to beg the enemy and scold the enemy under the city in the morning, but King Fu hung up the anti-battle card and refused to fight, and the reason why he did not attack immediately was because he had not trained thousands of cattle to their ideal state, so he could only endure the barbarism and unreasonableness of the South Vietnamese people, because patience was temporary, and sooner or later they would be dealt a heavy blow, and King Fu was confident on his side.

In the past few days, Xiguan has been tormented by the cold air, and the cold wind is like a small knife, blowing on people's skin as if it was a knife to cut so painfully, so except for those who are soldiers, most people rarely go out.

Unconsciously, the night was already very deep, King Fu and Wanruo sat side by side in the warm quilt, but neither of them had any sleep, especially Wanruo, she had been insomnia, although the daily medication regulations were this, but since the emperor's incident and the various things between Concubine Chen, these thoughts were like a ball of silk Her heart was entangled, as if she was worried every day, full of melancholy, in the face of the haggard touch, as well as the nightmare that he would come every night, Murong Yichuan was very worried, He hopes that this war will end soon, and then they will return to the capital, so that they can do their best to let the ghost mother Duguyue develop the forgetfulness grass, and he wants to make Wanruo forget once here, maybe forgetting is equal to her rebirth. Murong Yichuan had seen the development secrets of the Forgetfulness Grass that he had stolen from the Thunderbolt Gate thousands of miles away, and he knew that if he took the Forgetfulness Grass, not only would those lost memories not be able to be retrieved, even if the night she had now would be completely forgotten, then even if it was a new beginning, he would have to let her forget it once, maybe only by completely forgetting everything, she would not be so painful.

The cold wind outside the window was whining, and the head was gently leaning on Murong Yichuan's shoulder, it was freezing outside the window, but it was warm as spring inside the window, and at this moment it seemed that he was so down-to-earth.

"Ikawa; Do you know, every time I hear wind or rain and thunder outside the window, as long as I can have you by my side, I feel very down-to-earth, comfortable, I find that I really can't do without you. "It's like jujudo.

Murong Yichuan patted her shoulder lovingly; "What a stupid girl, we can't live without anyone anymore."

"I'm not a child anymore, and I still call someone else's girl." It's like a coquettish voice.

King Fu pinched her delicate nose; "You're a kid in my eyes."

"I'm going to be nineteen soon, and I'm still a child, and I'm a child's mother. Aren't you a few years older than me?"

King Fu smiled slightly; "It's a year older than you, not to mention that I'm a few years older than you. By the way, your birthday is coming, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you a good celebration like in the past, how about I make it up to you when I return to the capital? ”

It's like a way; "It's hard for you to think about it, it doesn't matter, as long as I'm with you, I heard Sister Qianqian say that the South Vietnamese have been fighting the enemy and scolding the enemy, and I don't know how our cattle are trained?"

"Don't worry about this, they can't be arrogant for long, like; How come I haven't noticed that you are so wise in military affairs? King Fu looked at it with admiration.

As if he was a little embarrassed to be praised like this, his face twisted to the side; "What kind of wisdom is not wise, I just read a few miscellaneous books when I was idle, and I just used the wisdom of my predecessors."

"I see that you are studying the Taiji diagram, why are you also interested in arranging troops?" When King Fu saw that the Taiji diagram on the wall was taken off, he knew that it must have been taken to study, so he asked.

It was as if he was relaxed; "I'm just casually watching the playing time, you can't always accompany me, I don't learn the platoon formation, do you want me to be Mulan?" As if he had said that, he chuckled faintly.

King Fu shook his head hurriedly; \'"I don't want you to show up as Mulan, you can be the military advisor behind me, just like Kong Ming and his wife Huang of the Three Kingdoms." ”

It's like a busy bar; "I don't want to, you can be your Zhuge Liang, but I don't want to be that Huang Ugly, do you think I'm like her?"

When King Fu heard this, he laughed twice; "That Huang Augly is reborn three times can't compare to my princess, my princess of Muran Yichuan is unparalleled in the world." After that, Mu Ran Yichuan gave a big fragrant kiss.

"By the way, there's something I've always wanted to discuss with you, and I don't know if you'll agree."

King Fu was busy; "What's the matter? You say come and hear it. “

It's like a way; "I have a very close relationship with Sister Qianqian, and I think the little boy in her family is also good, that child and I are very close, he is not a few years older than Xu'er, I think, I think-"

When King Fu saw that it seemed to be swallowing, he hurriedly said; "What do you want? Say it. ”

It's like biting your lip; "I want to be relatives with them and give our Xue'er doll relatives, what do you think?"

As if she had fallen down after speaking, she didn't dare to look at Murong Yichuan, she was afraid of his displeased look.

King Fu listened and pondered carefully for a long time, thinking that he and Zhou Dawei had a good relationship, and he would still count on his power in the future, and if he got along with Mrs. Zhou so well, if he was in the upper left of his children's family, then he would start to be closer, and he would not be afraid that he Zhou Dawei would not die for himself in the future, which is indeed a number of attention.

As if seeing that King Fu hadn't spoken for a long time, and she hadn't looked up at his expression, she asked cautiously; "Are you inappropriate, then forget it, just don't say it."

"No, no, I think it's a good idea, because it's a big deal, so I'll have to think about it."

"So you agree?" The tone of the voice was raised an octave.

King Fu turned over and pressed Wanru down on the bed, and then looked at her intently, and said; "Of course I agree, I won't follow you for a while, but don't talk about this matter for the time being, wait for Zhou Dawei to come back from South Vietnam."

"Why?" I asked as if I was puzzled.

Fu Wang Dao; "I'll let you not say that you have my own reasons, don't ask so much." King Fu doesn't like women to get to the bottom of him, so his tone is not as soft as he just now.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, why are you angry, you turn your face faster than other people's books, I hate it." It was like a delicate drop, and then waved the powder fist and hung the fist of King Fu.

King Fu grabbed the two little hands of Wanruo; "Okay, you dare to beat me, see how I clean you up."

After King Fu finished speaking, he cleaned up the two words, as if he had once again become a prisoner of Cheng Huan under him.

Author's digression: This title seems to be a poem, but I can't remember where it was