Fu Youde was stunned, a child of this age kept calling him grandpa, how could anyone call him father?

When he vaguely caught something from the past, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Fu Youde mechanically turned his eyes to the Mongolian woman, as if she would give him an answer.

The Mongolian woman's long messy hair covered her face, but a pair of brown eyes swept away the long hair and shot at Fu Youde like an arrow.

These eyes, vicious, resentful, quickly outlined the vague face that had flashed in his mind just now.

He remembered, completely remembered, the cold sweat on his back jumped to the palm of his hand, and the sword that would never leave his hand during the battle almost fell to the ground.

It was a night of great victory.

Lan Yu and Fu Youde expelled the Yuan lord Timur from the border of the Ming Dynasty, and Timur left his harem and fled in a hurry.

Lan Yu coveted the beauty of the concubine and forced her to commit herself to herself.

When he was full of interest, he did not forget Fu Youde, and selected the most beautiful Mongolian palace maid to reward Fu Youde.

Fu Youde, who has always been strict with himself, indulged in a moment when he was drunk and violated the palace maid.

This palace maid is the woman in front of her.

"Daddy! Father! The little boy tugged at his robe, causing Fu Youde to tremble.

"If you rape a good girl, you will not die well!" The words of the Han women were buried in his neck like loess, restraining his breathing.

"I'll kill you!" The Mongolian woman obscured the light in front of him.

Fu Youde stumbled out, but he felt like he was almost crawling.

He crawled with all his might, inch by inch, and he had to climb out of the abyss.

I don't know how long it took for his nose to feel first, then his throat.

He coughed violently, his body swaying and gradually recovering.

A few children were burning dead grass on the ridges, and they were playing very energetically.

Because the snow soaked some of the dead grass, it became a challenge to get the haystack to ignite a raging fire.

The fire ignited and went out, and went out and lit. Smoke billowed up, and the children enjoyed it.

Fu Youde realized that he was awakened by this smoke, and he might have to be grateful to these naughty children.

He walked around the same place and realized that this was still the same village as before.

Passing past six or seven houses, he saw the open door again, but he had not gone far at all.

There was no one at the door, and the little boy was gone.

Before he could start thinking about the whole thing again, he first realized that his sword was not in his hand.

He had to get the sword back, maybe he'd kill the people in the house, and he felt that his life couldn't be dragged in the palm of someone else's hand.

Fu Youde rushed into the door he had just left, but in the blink of an eye, he was already "flying".

All were gone, along with his sword.

Powerful and jealous go hand in hand.

Fu Youde was seriously ill, his forehead was hot, his back was cold, his mind was dizzy, and his limbs trembled.

He didn't take a drop of water all day, and all the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and Grandpa and Mrs. Guo were so anxious that they were like headless flies.

Fu Youde's strong body had never made her so worried, the swords, guns, swords, and halberds on the battlefield couldn't help him, what hit him to death?

Mrs. Guo turned to the Bodhisattva. After patiently communicating with him, the Bodhisattva passed on the philosophy of Lao Tzu - "do nothing and do nothing".

Grandpa Guo and his wife suddenly became enlightened, working hard every day to decoct medicine, boiling porridge, and if they couldn't get into the mouth of Grandpa Guo, they needed to go with the flow.

Twelve hours later, Fu Youde came to his senses, and the first thing he said was, "What day is today?" ”。

Grandpa and Mrs. Guo wept with joy. She remembered the day and suddenly forgot everything, so she stumbled to the hall to check the calendar.

"Grandpa Guo, today is December 19th, and tomorrow is the winter solstice!"

She added half of the words in addition to Fu Youde's question, thinking that the solar term means a turning point, especially the winter solstice is an auspicious solar term.

"Winter solstice, winter solstice......" Fu Youde barely squeezed out a few words between his pale lips, as if with a kind of hope.

Of course, it was completely different from his wife's hopes, and he did not think about his own body and bones.

"Yes, yes, winter solstice! Grandpa Guo will definitely have the spirit of Ryoma after the winter solstice! Mrs. Guo grabbed Fu Youde's hand.

The snow of the winter solstice has its characteristics.

It knows how to behave festively when the holidays come. It is no longer mixed with sand, no longer bloated and fluttering, and has become a grain of white rice, scattered on the ground in large quantities, indicating a good harvest in the coming year.

Fu Youde personally put on his official robe, danced his sword a few times, and tried to step on horseback.

He had to make sure that he had clear eyes and strong hands and feet, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself at the winter solstice banquet.

Bedridden for three days, he was very tormented, tormented whether the Mongolian woman would kneel in front of the emperor and expose his evil deeds; I wondered if the Jinyi guard would draw a picture of the scene in the courtyard and present it to the emperor; I wonder if someone will suddenly hold the holy decree in their hands, break into the Yingguo Mansion, and destroy his entire clan.

Three days passed peacefully, and Fu Youde was still the Duke of Yingguo who was qualified to participate in the royal banquet.

Standing in front of the mirror, his majestic posture added more confidence to him.

What is a woman? Would the emperor blame him, the founder of the country, for a Mongolian woman?

"Grandpa Guo, you are recovering from a serious illness, drink less wine at the winter banquet, eat less big fish and meat, and I will cook porridge for you when you come back." Mrs. Guo's intimate instructions.

"Hmm." Fu Youde responded perfunctorily.

A little illness is nothing, drink to the fullest. He must not be as squirming and ugly as Wenchen.

He straightened his official hat and went out.

The temple is wrapped in silver makeup, which hides the glittering luxury, but adds to the festive festivities.

It is no longer so arrogant, so high-minded, and only then can it close the distance with its ministers.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the dragon chair, smiling, and cherished this ease and comfort more than anyone else.

The ministers sat in the hall according to their ranks, or sat around the hall under the huge round simple canopy outside the hall and talked and laughed.

They all seem to have a strange ability - at this kind of banquet, no matter how long the anger is, no matter how deep the old grudge, a glass of wine can be relieved.

But after the banquet, everything went back to square one.

Fu Youde hurriedly walked through the simple roof, and in the occasional glance back, he felt that everyone was the same to him as always, and he felt more stable in his heart.

Stepping on the steps, he saw the emperor from a distance outside the palace gate.

The emperor's beard was all white, the criss-crossing wrinkles drowned out his majesty, and the rickety back swallowed his courage.

Without the yellow robe, without the rich carvings that surrounded him, he would have looked nothing more than a vulnerable old man.