She had a birthmark on her face, her complexion was dark, and she had a temperament at one end of the snow shelf.

The carriage traveled to the Honglu Temple, and the officials and envoys were already waiting.

In the midst of the overwhelming crowd, Luo Fuxue saw Murong Xi at a glance, and beside Murong Xi, a pair of eyes, a little sad, and a little admiration at Yin Meng's Murong Yan.

This time, the Northern Qi envoy delegation came to visit, not only to welcome back Murong Xi, but also to do a good thing for the two countries to marry two surnames.

I don't know who is lucky enough to marry Murong Yan.

Looking at the princes, it is obvious that they are either too young to disagree, or they are all famous and famous, but around the king of Qian, there is another open space, and it is impossible to marry the prince, but it is impossible to marry the prince, but to marry the prince, it seems to be a little serious.

Who knows, what the emperor will arrange in the future, at the mercy of the emperor, this is also a matter arranged by the emperor.

Luo Fuxue was helped out of the carriage by Fang Fei, a servant arranged by Steward Liu, standing behind Yin Meng, and greeted everyone with a light smile, showing modernity.

Today's morning's itinerary is to tour the mountains and rivers, take the Northern Qi envoy group, and enjoy the scenery of the capital of Daliang.

I heard Yin Meng say last night, and arranged a spring trip on the banks of the Wenshui River in the morning, and lunch was also arranged on the banks of the Wenshui River.

On the banks of the Wenshui River, in the autumn of last year, King Zhou made a game, and Yin Meng took Luo Fuxue to an appointment and went once.

That time was so boring, Luo Fuxue was idle for a long time, and took Xiaoyue on an uninhabited sandbar to fly a kite to pass the time.

When I think about it, it seems like it was yesterday.

Compared to the withering autumn leaves, the autumn day is full of gold.

On the banks of the Wenshui River in spring, there is a lush color, and a few egrets on the sandbar are strolling leisurely, looking for food.

On both sides of the river, spring flowers are also planted, which are purple and red, and they are blooming splendidly.

Smelling the smell of the soil, you know that it was just planted a few days ago.

I don't know how much manpower and material resources were used, along the entire Wenshui River, this sea of flowers is not visible, like a colorful scarf, and a good colorful silk, relaxed and happy.

On the Wenshui River, there is a huge painting workshop, the vermilion lacquer of the painting workshop is red and bright, the top is a golden-red tile, the whole painting workshop, dazzling, majestic atmosphere.

The group went to the painting workshop and slowly went down along the Wenshui River, browsing the scenery on both sides of the river.

Luo Fuxue stood next to Yin Meng, telling the truth, like a ball of air.

It's true that what these people talk about is just kind words from officials, and it's not good to listen to them.

Occasionally, if you are elegant, you can get a sentence or two of poetry and songs.

I'm a grandmother, I didn't bore her to death.

She was determined not to tie herself to the belt of Yin Meng's trousers, or to have some fun on her own.

borrowed the excuse to urinate and returned to the studio, Fang Fei was by her side, like a fart, which was also not good.

Luo Fuxue sent her to get some food, and when Fang Fei left, she went up to the second floor, which was empty and transparent, and in the distance, a piece of flowers was blooming, sparkling, and the whole person was in a good mood.

A man fell silent until he heard footsteps behind him and gradually approached.

She turned half to the side, and after staring at the slightly sad dark eyes behind her, she took the lead, and a friendly smile evoked her.

"Princess Murong."

Murong Yan didn't seem to expect that Luo Fuxue would be here alone.

Greetings, also half a beat late: "Luo Fuxue." ”

"The scenery here is very good, are you interested, come and have a look?"

Murong Yan and Luo Fuxue were different from anyone they had ever seen.

She was rugged, but in fact she was depressed and mournful.

The first time Luo Fuxue saw her was in the autumn of last year, and it was also on the bank of the Wenshui River, and King Zhou made a game and invited the brothers and Murong Xi sisters and brothers to step into the autumn.

At that time, Murong Yan and Murong Xi sat at the end of the seat, different from Murong Xi's elegant demeanor and warm smile, she looked very decrepit, silent, her eyes were resentful, and she seemed to have endless sorrow.

The aura and Luo Fuxue are completely incompatible.

Luo Fuxue understood her, she should have been a noble princess, and she was sent to the girder when she was underage or a child.

The royal family of Daliang, although they have never poisoned them, the price of food and drink should be fused to them according to the specifications of the princess and prince.

It's just that in the end, this hostage-like life has consumed all the pride and cheerfulness of people.

This is a physiological tactic, once the inner construction collapses, the whole person will not be cheerful.

Murong Xi is a strong person, his heart, matched with the strength, think about it, let Luo Fuxue be sent to a distant place at a young age, leave her parents, and live a life under the fence.

She......

Must be happy enough to fly.

Mom and Dad were in Luo Fuxue's childhood, and they were representatives of monsters.

Wear pants every morning, unless the typhoon moves and hail, you can't get off the ten-kilometer stretch exercise, Mom, when I think about it during that time, I think I am a god, and I actually survived.

Ahem, well, she knows that Murong Yan, who grew up in warm swaddling clothes, is different from herself who grew up in the hands of her wolf father and tiger mother.

Murong Yan is the flower in the greenhouse, where can it withstand any poison.

And fifteen years, as a hostage in Daliang, she is really not easy.

Murong Yan as a whole, in Luo Fuxue's eyes, is a generation of sick and delicate women "Sister Lin".

The mind is delicate and sensitive, and he has always been engraved with his heart about the things under the fence, and he is depressed and unhappy, and he even laughs with pain in it.

To put it bluntly, it is a huge negative energy body.

This can be seen from her words, she doesn't care that she once pried into her corner and invited her to see the scenery.

She had a sad face, she didn't move, and shook her head sadly: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it's nothing more than that, Luo Fuxue, you can see it step by step, I won't bother." ”

This person, if it weren't for Luo Fuxue's advice.

It's just that you can't see anything beautiful in your eyes, and your mentality is completely wrong.

Luo Fuxue didn't care about her, the three views were different, and the far-fetched chat was also an awkward chat.

Leaning on the carved railing, she browsed the scenery by herself, Fang Fei found her, and almost cried: "Fuxue, the slave took a snack, how did you come here." ”

"Look at the scenery."

"Why don't you look ahead, it's better to see what is ahead."

Luo Fuxue yawned: "It's quiet here, where's the dim sum?" ”

Fang Fei took out a box: "Here, Steward Liu said, you don't eat porridge and sweets, the servant brought you a few salty ones, and there are also freshly fried Qiaoguo in the kitchen, you can try it." ”

Luo Fuxue was at the mercy of arrogance: "Go pull a stool, I'm tired of standing." ”

Fang Fei put the food basket at her feet: "Then don't go away again, the slave will come when he goes." ”

"Got it."

Fang Fei went to get a stool, Luo Fuxue leaned on the carved railing and was peaceful, and a gust of wind blew, sending bursts of floral fragrance, refreshing the people's spleen.

No, there is still a strange smell hidden in the fragrance of flowers, Luo Fuxue's nose is extremely sensitive to this taste, and the smell of blood.

So buried in the fragrance of flowers, only a meager point, can't escape her nose.

Today's "major diplomatic events" cannot tolerate the slightest sloppiness, and once something goes wrong and the diplomatic relations between the two countries are damaged, everything will have to be borne by Yin Meng.

If there is some trouble, and the emperor asks for the guilt, Yin Meng finally begins to turn over, and I am afraid that he will be stepped on into hell again.

The smell of blood came with the wind.

It was the spring breeze, and the boat was heading westward against the wind, so the smell of blood came from directly in front of her.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully at the sides, the green willows were blooming, and everything was in full view, and she couldn't see any place to stand.

The smell of blood, indeed, came from the east, enveloping it, with a little earthy smell and a strong floral scent.

She was about to turn around to look for Yin Meng, when she obviously found a tall figure beside her, and after a careful look, she was surprised: "Yi Linhuai." ”

"Fuxue."

How did Yi Linhuai end up here?

Oh, she remembered, Yi Lin Huai was the one who sang straight to the sky, and it was normal for Yin Meng to secretly arrange him next to him.

Yi Linhuai's gaze fell to the southeast.

"Do you smell it?"

Yi Linhuai's nose, about the smell of blood, is more vivid than Luo Fuxue, the truth, he grew up in this breath.

"Hmm, Fuxue smelled it too?"

"I was about to go to find Yin Meng, the smell of the soil, mixed with the smell of blood, there was no one on the face, this person, about underground."

"Let's take a look."

"Be careful."

"Yes."

Yi Linhuai grabbed the ship's carving railing and jumped down, his posture was swift, like a wild wolf in the jungle.

Soon, in the distance, several people rushed out of the soil and fought with Yi Linhuai.

Luo Fuxue looked nervously ahead.

Yi Linhuai is not weak, but these people's martial arts are also very strong, and it is definitely not easy to be able to bury them in the soil and ambush them silently and odorlessly.

The fight in the distance did not alarm the people on the bow of the ship, and soon, two black shadows flew towards Yi Linhuai from Luo Fuxue's direction.

One Luo Fuxue saw it clearly, it was Yin Xi, and the other didn't see it clearly.

A group of people fought, and the boat drifted away, until the last few people became black shadows the size of beans.

Luo Fuxue squinted and tried to see clearly, but she couldn't see clearly, it was too far.

After they didn't return, Luo Fuxue was worried in her heart.

turned around and went to find Yin Meng, who was still talking and laughing with a group of officials and messengers.

She didn't bother to say a word to him.

It wasn't until lunch was set up in the cabin that Luo Fuxue was free, and whispered in Yin Meng's ear in a suppressed voice: "Yin Xi, they haven't returned yet." ”

"Well, Ben Taizu knows."

He smiled faintly, looked up, and nodded slightly at a messenger in the distance.

At this time, if he doesn't forget to communicate, won't he worry?

"Are you alright?"

"It's going to be fine."

This sentence made Luo Fuxue feel a lot more relieved.

I always feel that Yin Meng seems to have been aware of the arrangement.

Are those people assassins?

It's the Assassins, why not do it when the ship is where they stand.

It's not an assassin, why should they chase and kill.

She couldn't figure it out.

The luncheon was opened, and naturally there was no singing and dancing to help the fun, Luo Fuxue was always a little uneasy with Yin Xi and Yi Linhuai and others.

Yin Meng behaved elegantly, staggered with the envoys, pushed the glasses and handed over the glasses, and the face on the wine table, he did it in place.

Halfway through the feast, the air became warm.

Luo Fuxue is still careless, but people have begun to fight "wisdom", nominally a friendly discussion, but in reality it is not a kind of comparison between the two countries.

At the beginning, someone proposed to write a poem with the theme of flowers.

Then the smell of sour rot floated through the house.

The officials of the two countries, sitting behind Yin Meng and Murong Xi on the left, were pretentious, and they heard that Luo Fuxue's body was boring.

Yin Meng and Murong Xi didn't say anything, and they didn't intervene, just laughing and really thinking about it as a game, watching their colleagues escort them.

In fact, when each side moves higher, each other's expressions sell their attention to this battle of wits.

Luo Fuxue really thought that these people were very naïve.

It's the same as a kindergarten colleague, deliberately comparing.

She eats and drinks by herself, and occasionally clicks on Yin Xi and Yi Linhuai.

Unexpectedly, this battle of wits and courage actually hit her head.

Of course, those ordinary officials do not have the guts.

The one who took the initiative to move her was Murong Yan, who was continuously treated as air by her.

Even Murong Xi was slightly frightened, then frowned, and wanted to say something, Murong Yan stood up and walked to the middle of the stage.