The conspiracy in the Lizheng Hall has brewed a huge wave that will surely turn the sky upside down in the future. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Thousands of miles away, Jiaohe City didn't realize that Feng Ling's life had been very comfortable recently. First, after many hardships, she was finally able to settle down in Xizhou, although she couldn't go to the goods in person like before, but Gu Fang's livelihood was probably her behind her back.

Second, the news she painstakingly planned was dispersed as she wished, and she took the opportunity of Fu Yan to get a son, so that those who had intentions and unintentional outside knew that General Yunlu, who was ordered to lead Xizhou soldiers in Xizhou and guard the western Xinjiang, Fu Yanyan, married Ashina Miji's sister, and lived happily, and no longer insisted on the princess who had no bones left in Mohe Yan.

Since then, whether it is Chang'an or Helubu, the name Gu Fengling is like a word written on gravel, blowing more and more with the wind, until there is no trace.

What worries the wind spirit the most at the moment is the surname of the newly born child. She knew that he had no surname when she first met him in Shazhou, and she had never taken it seriously in the past, nor had she specifically asked about it, but now it has become a huge problem, she can't teach her son to be like him without a surname.

This matter has been entrenched in her heart since Ah Mi casually mentioned it on the day of the three dynasties. She originally wanted to discuss with Fu Yanyan, but after the New Year's Festival, Helu took a bite on the side of Qiuzi and grabbed a few carts of military rations, thinking that it was because of the lack of green and yellow crops in the beginning of spring. Fu Tanyan led the Xizhou soldiers all the way to drive away, and he didn't go home for two months.

Finally returned home, Feng Ling stared at his family and took a warm bath, rubbed a handful of dried mugwort leaves in the warm soup, and washed his blood and dust for him.

Feng Ling knew the pain of the march, sighed, and shook him awake, leaving aside the words on the side, only urging him to quickly wash up and go back to the house to rest.

It was about the fourth watch when she woke up, Feng Ling was sleeping deeply, and she taught him to take him into her arms in a daze, she turned over, muttered something she didn't know what to say, but because she found a more comfortable warmth in his arms, she twisted her body and drilled into it, but she slept more deeply.

Although Xizhou is far away from Chang'an, when it comes to the fifth watch, I am afraid that the entire Tang Dynasty is the same, and the rumbling drums of the fifth watch are scattered into every corner of the city.

When the first sound of the fifth watch drum came, Fu Yanyan was half asleep and half awake, only to feel that the body that was curled up in his arms suddenly shook, fast and violent, only this time, as if every inch of muscles and bones were tightened, and there was a momentum that was ready to be hidden under the quilt.

This situation is very familiar, he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and the so-called pillow is talking about the shock of the wind spirit. After a little thought, he understood the reason for her body tremors: as soon as the five watch drums sounded, it announced the arrival of the day, she stayed up in the deep palace of Chang'an, every day was a hard battle, if you can get a little respite at night, the morning drum hit, you have to concentrate on the new day's fighting.

He reached out and patted her on the back a few times, calming her mind, he still remembered that she was thin in Chang'an, and she could feel her bulging vertebrae by arching her back slightly. Since I arrived in Xizhou, I have let go of everything, and I have raised a little round and jade, and because of the proper nourishment after childbirth, my waist and breasts have been raised a little plump, and I have a little bit of a woman's charm in the end......

The hand he held around her waist couldn't help but increase some force, and the breath against her head became heavier.

The wind spirit opened her sleepy eyes, the sky was not clear, and the room was dark, but as soon as she opened her eyes and looked up, she met a pair of burning eyes, and she understood what the pupils longed for, so she closed her eyes again, and met the strength under his palm, and simply let go of her gradually scattered breathing.

After a while, the fifth watch drum sounded for the first time, and the fiery breath that enveloped her disappeared. The wind spirit opened his eyes and saw that Fu Yanzheng was retreating away from her, deliberately separating him from her by a fist, lying on his back and exhaling deeply, as if he was adjusting his chaotic and heavy breathing.

"Ayan......" Feng Ling blushed, propped up half of his body in confusion, and leaned over.

"It's the coldest in the morning, and I'm careful about the cold." Fu Yan stretched out his arm, wrapped her in the quilt, and brushed the hair on her face again: "You have only been giving birth for more than three months, and maintenance is important, this matter is ...... I'll bear with it, and I'll talk about it in a few days. ”

Feng Ling pulled his hand from the quilt and stroked his still red and hot neck, and muttered to himself: The doctors and female doctors all said that I have recovered very well......

"Unless, in your eagerness to have another heir, I will be happy to ......," the jaw grinded on her forehead, and the words were teasing.

The pain of childbirth, which had just passed, returned to her mind in an instant, and her heart immediately felt cold, and her lower abdomen seemed to have a dull pain immediately, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand from his neck, retracted it into the quilt, and tightened the corners of the quilt, wrapping herself firmly.

Fu Yanyan lowered his head and smiled, perhaps to distract his attention from her delicate skin, and asked casually, "How is Da Lang doing?" ”

Not only mentioned the child, but reminded Feng Ling, she turned sideways and looked up and said: "It's also a shame for you to ask, Brother Elder came to Xizhou last month, and it happened that you went to Qiuzi, I don't know when you asked Daddy to name Da Lang, Brother Elder rushed over in a hurry, the name was won, but you were not there." ”

"It's my negligence, can you compensate Jintang on my behalf?" Fu Yanyan propped up half of his body and became serious: "What is the name of Da Lang?" ”

"Xiuyuan." The wind spirit took his hand and solemnly wrote two words in his palm.

"The road is long, I will go up and down and seek. The golden sentences in Qu Zi's "Lisao". A good name. Fu Yanyan wrote again in the palm of his hand.

"You know only one thing, but you don't know the meaning." Feng Ling shook his head and said, "The "Wu Language" in the "Chinese" chapter has the cloud 'Jinwu Road Xiuyuan', and also carries the word 'Xiuyuan'. ”

Seeing that Fu Yanyan looked confused, Feng Ling reminded again: "Where is your grandmother's county?" ”

Suddenly, his mother was Mrs. Gu Qi's attendant, and she went out of Jiangnan Wuyue with Mrs. Gu Qi. The word "Xiuyuan" not only means a long road ahead, but also a long way to come. He smacked the taste, nodded again and again and smiled, "Very wonderful." ”

Feng Ling smiled on his face: "There is another layer of meaning, there is a saying: Tu Dao's cultivation is far away." Do you know the source of this sentence? ”

Although he also studied poetry and etiquette when he was a child, he was just a rough acquaintance, where could he know the source of these words, so he shook his head.

The wind spirit leaned towards him, and his voice was low, as if praying and almost pleading: "From Mozi's "Non-Attack". But I hope that one day the four seas will be peaceful, and the attack and slaughter will be exhausted, and you and I will hold hands and grow old together. ”