The pure white pear blossoms around them fluttered in the wind, and a little bit of snow white fell on the top of the black hair. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Appeared inexplicably, and there must be some kind of conspiracy in it.

No, when Xiahou Mobing comes back, she must inform him.

Actually, Su gradually left this time, he really didn't have any purpose, originally he planned to help An Bo, but after seeing Ze'an's battle, he gave up, and at this moment, he suddenly came to Murong Xue, just to take a look at her.

Because, the next time we see each other, we may see each other on the battlefield!

In the 51st year of Yuze, Anguo was destroyed, the former King Anguo An died, and the former prince An Bo was buried in a fire in the palace, so the palace of the original Anguo was also sealed in the dust.

From this moment on, there is no longer an country in this world, the land of the original An country was turned into an army by Yuze, and the night emperor selected a side disciple of the royal family An Yi in the royal family of the original An country, and named An Yi as the king of An County, acting as the agent of An County, and the imperial court sent 'all envoys' to help the king of An County manage.

Xiahou Mobing also showed the world:

It is promised that the people of Yuze'an County and the people of Yuze will be treated equally and treated equally.

At the same time, the crown princess Murong Xue asked the crown prince Xiahou Mobing for an edict, hoping that in the chaos of the war, the people of Anjun would be exempted from taxes for one year, and the merchants would be exempted from miscellaneous taxes for half a year.

Prince Xiahou Mo Bing: Quasi!

The people of Anjun are boiling, and they are already thankful that they can still be treated equally after defeat, but they can even reduce taxes for half a year, which is simply impossible to dream of, but it really happened.

The people of Anjun simply regarded Xiahou Mobing, who is now also their emperor, as a god.

And the crown princess Murong Xue is almost deified, and she is regarded as virtuous and virtuous, and she will be a model of motherhood in the world.

Moreover, the people no longer have to worry about when Anguo and Yuze will go to war as before, everything is over, and now they can live their good lives with peace of mind.

A quick war doesn't have much impact on the people, the people of the world are like that, they only see who gives them a good and comfortable life, and they don't care who sits on the throne.

The alternation of royal power, after the war, the wind and waves were calm, the people were all happy, they are now also the people of Yuze, they have a great benevolent monarch, and a princess who cares for the people.

When the news reached the ears of Yan Yujing and Mei Xu, the two couldn't help but shake their heads, and they said, Mo, he was born to be a king.

Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue also have a clear division of labor these days.

Xiahou Mobing dealt with the major affairs of the court and politics, and arranged the follow-up matters of Anjun, and the transfer and distribution of officials.

And Murong Xue accompanied him and made suggestions from time to time, but Xiahou Mobing was always surprised, such as turning An Guo into An County and other opinions.

I've never heard of any of this.

However, Murong Xue focused on collecting information from all parties from Ye Ye Shengge and Mo Gong and Red Sleeve Tianxiang, and there were also flying guests who would be merged into the IELTS industry.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

The palace of the king of Anjun is about the size of a prince's mansion.

On the cyan floor, next to the bed, there was a thick layer of soft cushions, and several glass beauty palace lamps around were glowing with soft light, and the moonlight outside the window was bright, and the little white flowers were falling with the fine moonlight, and they dispersed into the dormitory with the night breeze, and the surroundings were quiet.

Behind the mahogany table is a relatively spacious soft couch, covered with pure white jade fox fur.

Xiahou Mobing was lying on the edge of the soft couch, a water-blue robe hung loosely on his sturdy body, his chest was slightly open, and he could vaguely glimpse the toned porcelain-like lustrous skin, perhaps because he had just bathed, his black hair was still a little damp, and a few drops of water occasionally fell from the tail of a few strands of jet-black hair on his chest.

He held a jade pen in one hand, under the hazy light around him, the blue and white pen shaft glowed with a cold luster, Xiahou Mobing's thin red lips pursed lightly, looking at the scroll on the mahogany desk in front of him, and from time to time he lifted a few lines of handwriting on the pen book.

Words are like people, as wild and uninhibited as flowing water, between the ink and pen, between the lines, as if there is a hidden power, will burst out at any time.

Suddenly, Xiahou Mobing's body was stunned, and the hand holding the jade pen couldn't help shaking, and a drop of ink blurred on the rice paper in front of him, blooming a small ink-colored flower.

"Cher, don't move......"

With a hoarse and low voice, Xiahou Mobing pulled away the dishonest hand that climbed up from his chest with his big palm, and continued to continue the matter in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Under him, Murong Xue was on his lap, and the whole person was lying on the soft couch, with a wide robe on his body, completely covering her inside.

Murong Xue opened her eyes sleepily, the corners of her red mouth were faintly smiling, the lights stretched the long eyelashes longer, casting a shallow row of shadows under the eyelids, and her hands were pulled away, but they were covered with more deadly places, and she moved more unscrupulously.

Xiahou Mobing gasped, lowered his eyebrows to the star-like sheared eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You move again......"

"I didn't move......"

Murong Xue smiled provocatively at him, but her hand was honestly retracted.

With a low smile, Xiahou Mobing put down the pen in his hand, lifted her waist, leaned her against her chest, lowered his lips, and touched her soft lips, if it weren't for the busy affairs these days, Xue'er would have been tired during the day, he would have ...... Early!

didn't dare to continue to provoke the fire, Xiahou Mobing left her delicate lips, reached out and stroked her tired and lazy little face, and said with a distressed smile:

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

There are too many things to deal with, these **** hardly slept much, and Xue'er was very tired.

"Hmm......"

Murong Xue lazily arched into his arms, and the tip of her nose lingered with a faint smell of agarwood.

Xiahou Mobing slapped her messy hair to one side, and smiled dumbly, "The matter is almost over, and we will be in Kyoto in two days." ”

Everything that should be accounted for has already been explained.

"Hmm-" Murong Xue's head buried in his chest nodded almost invisibly.

"Xue'er, let's get married as soon as we go back to Yuze!" If An Bo hadn't made this accident, they would have been married a long time ago, and this matter has been delayed again and again, and it can't be delayed any longer, he immediately asked people to start arranging, and they would get married as soon as they went back.

"Good!" Murong Xue arched in Xiahou Mobing's arms and changed her posture.

Holding the soft body of the woman in his arms, a soft smile appeared on Xiahou Mobing's handsome face.

At this moment, there was a strange movement in the wind.

"Master......"

A black-clothed feather yarn flashed under the mahogany desk, knelt down on one knee, naturally lowered his voice, and stepped forward to present the secret letter in his hand.

"The fast horse in the capital sends a message."

Xiahou Mobing's slender brows frowned, he reached out to take the secret letter, opened it lightly, and swept down his dark eyes a few times, and suddenly, his eyes suddenly condensed.

Slowly put down the secret letter in his hand, the secret letter with the red urgent mark was lying on the mahogany desk, Xiahou Mobing supported the letter paper with one hand, slightly forced, the slender knuckle was a little white, and his eyes were also deep.

(To be continued.) )