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Shunyang was just about to answer, Murong Chong had already appeared on the side of the door of the big wing, he was long and jade, and the dark robe slapped on the door with his sudden stopping, lifted and put it down, he was wearing a black gauze hat on his face, he couldn't see the appearance at all, he only felt that the luxury and richness were rushing towards him, and this door and the entire small inn looked cold, and he could only shrink into a ball, dimmed into a shadow.

Murong Chong paused slightly at the door, yes, in front of him was the person he hated the most in his life, trapping him in an unbearable mud, he hated him, but he had to commit to him, the whole family was committed to him in a disgraceful way, compared to other kings, he was tolerant and even benevolent, he was a generation of Ming monarchs, and he had only made one small mistake so far in his life, that is, he put Murong Chong on top of his bed, and treated him as a little thing to favor, and if he was invited, he would go.

Now he sat upright on a simple couch, square-headed, not angry, still a powerful king, and he was still his slave, and he had to fall on his knees and offer him glory and glory. Next to him is also sitting Princess Shunyang, she has grown up, slim and slim, her face is shining, there is a trace of joy, and there is a trace of sorrow in it, growth is to take away a few points of people's joy, and add a few points of sorrow, this person will be mature, and he can marry and have a baby.

Murong Chong only stood for a while, then knelt on the ground in silence and paid homage with a great courtesy of the monarch and his ministers.

Fu Jian saw that Murong Conflict suddenly appeared, and it was not the child who was growing up two years ago. His bones are just right, slender and strong, fat and thin, he doesn't need to stand up, he knows that he is taller than himself, he can't see his face clearly, he can only know from the gesture of his right hand grabbing the finger in the middle of his left hand and turning it, he knows that he is his own Fenghuang'er, whenever he is nervous and uncomfortable, he is uncomfortable and frustrated, he uses this posture to alleviate.

He didn't ask someone to spread the word to him, "Sijun doesn't see you, Fenghuang is haggard", I saw you today. He was nervous or uncomfortable

Fu Jian didn't speak. He only waited quietly for Murong Chong to knock his head three times before saying, "Fenghuang'er, when you grow up, get rid of the gauze hat." Let me see"

Murong Chong did not hesitate. Reach out and take off the gauze hat. In front of this person, he cannot have any concealment or decoration, or even any dignity. Now is not the time, what is the dignity is less than the pink on the woman's body, the king's hand moves slightly, it will fly to the ground, in a posture of a moment, flattering the most abundant body, with the king to ask for it, can not say any "no" word, the price behind the word "no" is too great.

Murong Chong's face was revealed, and the father and daughter on the seat were stunned, it turned out that a man could also be a peony flower, when he was in the Great Qin Palace, he was only in a budding state, and there was a slight greenness, but this budding peony flower did not know that it was beautiful and gorgeous, and was moved into the Qin Palace by Fu Jianxing, with three points of resentment, three points of anger, and awkwardly growing and open, but it was a different posture, which made people love and pity.

Now Murong Chong has left the Qin Palace, and he can finally bloom freely, it is the peony flower that has bloomed in full bloom at the beginning, stained with dewdrops, provoked the morning tide, calmly showing its beauty and vitality, everything in the room is bleak, like dust, silent.

Murong Chong was obviously kneeling on the ground, he took off his gauze hat and raised his head slightly, but it made Fu Jian and Princess Shunyang, who were sitting on the couch, feel like they were looking up for no reason, as if they were about to stretch their necks and hold their breath to be able to get the brilliance that Murong Chong emanated from all over his body, and he didn't know where that brilliance came from, maybe it was from his black and shiny bun, maybe it was his pair of long-grown, slanted Danfeng eyes like a phoenix tail, maybe it was the pale face that was almost colorless, But between my cheeks, a pink that jumped up, I don't know if it was nervous or excited

Fu Jian and Princess Shunyang looked at Murong Chong blankly, forgetting to speak for a long time, Murong Chong had long been accustomed to the gaffe when everyone first saw his face, he picked up the wonderful eyes and looked at Princess Shunyang, she was already a grown girl, her cheeks were spring, and her eyes were flashing, which was very different from the Shunyang a few years ago, Shunyang at that time, not afraid of heaven and earth, like is like, will not be shy, and all princesses are different from wealth and tranquility.

Murong Chong's sister was originally a princess, a golden branch and jade leaf, and she also grew up in care, but she always looked uneasy, the original Shunyang was always so elated, and the current Xiao Feng Nu was very similar, thinking of Xiao Feng Nu, Murong Chong's hand reached out to the sachet containing peach wood and grabbed it tightly in his hand.

"Fenghuang'er" Fu Jian woke up from the shock, the little Fenghuang grew up, he was strong and intoxicating, and his hands were still full of thorns, conquering him was even more difficult than conquering the rivers and mountains of the Central Plains, thinking about it like this, it made his heart surge, and the blood supply in his heart was suddenly insufficient, making him feel a pain in his left chest, he was familiar with this pain, when he regarded Murong Wanrou as Fenghuang'er that night, it was such a pain, every time he felt that he was going to lose him, it would be like this.

"The Prime Minister of the Fenghuang King is dead, I brought Shunyang here" Fu Jian said, what is the relationship between Wang Meng's death and bringing Shunyang Murong Chong's hand grabbed the sachet tightly, raised his head to look at Fu Jian, the latter's gaze was torn, Murong Chong instantly felt that his whole body was torn to pieces by him, and then he stepped on him naked with his feet, looking down at him from his feet, making him bare and completely without any dignity.

Murong Chong stubbornly held his head high and looked at Fu Jian's gaze, this time he couldn't lose again no matter what, he couldn't let him tear him into dust, although he was holding his entire family in his hands, just like the entire family he carried like a chicken every time, Murong Chong tried to make his gaze soft, soft, similar to reluctance and tenderness.

Fu Nut was lost, he paused, the following words did not come out, he sighed again, and then said: "Wang Meng is dead, I have brought my most beloved daughter Shunyang, if you like her, take her away, you make your own decision." ”

Fu Jian withdrew his gaze from Murong Chong, turned his head to look at Shunyang lightly, and then said, "I think Shunyang likes you very much, she would rather suffer by herself"

"Your Majesty, let the minister talk to Princess Shunyang, and talk alone for Your Majesty's permission" Murong rushed to Fu Jian and kowtowed.

When Emperor Feng was in the Qin Palace, he could always make a lot of requests that made Fu Jian cry and laugh, and when he saw his eyes, he softened people's hearts, and Fu Jian would agree to his request, and this time it was the same, it was so beautiful, and his eyes were still unchanged, clean as a spring, with a small prayer, there was no way to refuse him.

"Feng Huang'er wants to be alone with Shunyang, is it to leave me alone" Fu Jian's words were half sour.

"Feng Huang'er also has something to say to Your Majesty, Your Majesty wait for Feng Huang'er, wait for the slave to talk to the princess first, and then talk to Your Majesty"

Fu Jian glanced at Murong Chong, nodded, and said to Shunyang: "You think clearly what I said to you, and you can't go back on your decision" After that, he got up, and when he walked to the door, he turned back to Shunyang and said, "Don't worry, I am in the small room next door, what do you remember to call my father." ”

Fu Jian is a bright and upright king, he did what he said, and he didn't linger by the door, and waited with Chen Yao in the small room, but his wait was a little long, because after Murong Chong saw Fu Jian leave, he said to Shunyang: "Shunyang, you listen to me tell you a story, this story is a bit long, a little unbelievable, but please believe it, I didn't deceive you." ”

Murong Chong didn't care about Princess Shunyang's surprised eyes, and began to tell the story, this story was told to him by Feng Nu, of course, this Feng Nu was the Feng Nu who lived in his body three years ago, not the little child Xiao Feng Nu, of course, that Feng Nu is related to this little Feng Nu, the story is so long, I have to tell it little by little.

Feng Nu used the spell of Murong Chong's student from Daoist Wang Jia, and used the bronze mirror to let Feng Nu see his body, and Feng Nu knew that the body he was holding was Murong Chong's body, and it turned out to be a male body that was more beautiful than a girl.

Thinking that he was doing that with a male body and Fu Jian, who was also a man, Feng Nu couldn't accept it at first, but he comforted himself, people in ancient times had a habit of dragon yang, and modern people can get married if they are gay, and there is nothing to do, the key is to be happy and happy.

Murong Chong had an incomparably good time with the soul Feng Nu who lived on him, and they tried to design a way to participate in the civil and military conference together, and successfully asked Wang Meng to send someone to shoot Murong Chong, and then Fu Jian replied that he would no longer summon Murong Chong, and in the three months before leaving Chang'an, Murong Chong was sent by Fu Jian to recuperate in Fusi.

Murong Chong's injury this time was serious, he was groggy within a month, and after a month, his spirit improved, and he suddenly felt flustered, no matter what he did, he couldn't settle down, he dragged his injured leg, and he didn't ask Changshi Changsheng to follow, he was walking around in the Fu Temple, walking back and forth several times, staring at a jingling bell hanging on the eaves of the temple for a long time, and finally understood why he was upset.

That night, Murong Chong asked Changshi to move a large bronze mirror to Xinxing Houfu, and asked Changsheng to take twenty candles to light it, and drove Changshi Changsheng out, Murong Chong sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at himself, calling Feng Nu's name, and it took a long time to hear Feng Nu's faint voice, and sighed: "Brother Ge, you are really ruthless, your body is so badly injured, even I hurt, you see, I still hurt" to be continued