Are you married?

What kind of problem is this?!?

Fusu only felt that it was dark in front of him.

What is going on in the head of this little guy?

Shouldn't you ask, were you once the son of a country, the son of the first emperor? Was the palace of the Qin Dynasty very large? Have you ever fought a war?

Even, he did a good job of the questions she would ask about Hu Hai Zhao Gao. Why did you die so easily, or do you hate them...

But... Are you married? What is the problem? It's not expected at all! Fusu looked blank and his mind went blank.

Sang Xia's small face was like a wrinkled ball, his brows were tightly knit and he bit his lower lip, and his eyes were staring at him suspiciously, as if he had done something very unbearable.

"That's it, are you married?" Sang Xia remembered the word Meng Yi said.

Fusu couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, angry and funny in his heart.

"I, I know. I know, the question you asked. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was talking about, "I mean, I understand that marriage and marriage mean the same thing." ”

Obviously, Sang Xia didn't know what he was talking about, his expression didn't relax in the slightest, and he looked more serious.

After a moment of silence, Fusu easily pulled himself out of the emotions of being struck by lightning, sorted out his thoughts and said in a straight voice, "I'm married." ”

Sang Xia's round eyes instantly narrowed, his long eyelashes drooped, and he bit his lower lip harder and harder not to speak.

"If you're going to do it, I'm married. Fusu's tone was a little uncertain, but he felt that he was right.

"Oh. That, that, you, you, who is the one who married you?" Sang Xia didn't know what he was asking. Who married him, now it has been a few reincarnations.

Therefore, it is not scary for people to be stupid, as long as there are more stupid people who like it.

And the more stupid person didn't realize that it was a pointless question and answered it seriously.

"I had two ladies..."

"What???!!! two??!!! you have a lady!!!!

Fusu's slow speech was immediately interrupted by Sang Xia. The eyes opened wider, round like two copper bells that would breathe fire at any time, and the right hand unconsciously covered his mouth, and the little face that had been crimson before turned red at this time.

"You—" The other hand pointed at Fusu, trembling slightly. There was a panic in his heart, and Sang Xia felt that the house was extremely stuffy, and ran out with small steps. As soon as I went down the stairs, I saw Fusu already standing in the middle of the living room.

"Sangxia, come here. Fusu held out his hand to her and motioned for her to sit down on the couch.

Although Sang Xia has a gentle temperament, if it is something she is unwilling to do, no one can force it. She didn't know what she was angry about, in short, she was in an extremely bad mood, and the whole person was not very good. The pestle froze in place, not looking away from the man with the 'two ladies'.

Hmph, a veritable ghost with a heart! Sang Xia rubbed and muttered secretly, thinking about it, he still had to listen to him finish speaking, and moved to the sofa reluctantly.

"As you can see, I was a man from more than 2,000 years ago..."Fusu looked at her deeply and said slowly.

In this world, we all want to find our own uniqueness. But we should also understand that the only is the only one, and the once was the past.

No one lives in a vacuum, and who can really say that they have never caused dust? Most of the pain is inseparable from the past, but who can have the power to turn back time?

Whether it was once difficult to find water or once like a cloud, in short, his past is there. If you ask, he will answer everything in every detail, and he will be frighteningly honest.

In fact, many women ask these questions without thinking about how to respond to them. If there is a lingering white moonlight in his heart, how should you deal with yourself?

Sang Xia, who had only read some broken romance stories at most, naturally didn't understand these truths, and what she didn't understand was why she couldn't breathe when she heard that he was married. The pain that I realized after realizing it also slowly spread, my hands were not hands and feet, and I didn't know what to do at all, so I could only stare at him with red eyes.

"I've always treated Bi'er like a sister. We have been married since we were young, and when she was young, she was going to get married..."That cherry-like little girl, Fusu remembered Wang Bi's crimson cheeks since she was a child.

Wang Bi's mother is one of the many princesses of the Qin Palace, with an ordinary status and ordinary appearance, so she was assigned by her father to marry a Wang general. When he was pregnant with a fetus in his womb, the short-lived general was killed in battle during the war. The poor princess returned to the palace of King Qin with her posthumous son.

This ordinary-looking princess may be emotionally intelligent, or maybe it coincides with the eyes of the first emperor's brother, in short, Wang Bi was born, not only was the first emperor personally given the name, but also pointed out the pink jade doll directly to his eldest son Fusu as his wife.

Judging from the situation at that time, the intelligent and benevolent Fusu was the successor of the future Great Qin Kingdom. Therefore, for a while, the ordinary princess received congratulatory gifts and inexplicable flattery from various figures.

Wang Bi is surprisingly good-looking, and she doesn't look like she was born to an ordinary princess. And the older he gets, the better he looks, and by the time he was fourteen years old, he was already out of the Qin Palace. Even the first emperor boasted that his vision was extraordinary, and he named Fusu such a peerless beauty when he was a baby.

Fusu still remembers the first time she saw that fleshy, white and soft little thing when she was seven years old, her little hands grabbed his fingers, so hard, two touches of cherry red flew on her little face, and it was very round and lovely.

In the same year, another cute girl appeared in Fusu's life. His favorite sister, Princess Dawn.

Her mother, Mrs. Zhao, died of dystocia and blood loss when she was born in Chenxi. He will never forget his mother's pale face. Fusu, who was a young precocious child, told his mother, who was speechless, that he would definitely take care of his newborn sister and protect her with his life.

In this way, Chenxi, who lost her mother, did not belong to the palace of other ladies according to the rules, but handed it over to Wang Bi's mother, the ordinary princess to raise.

In this way, Bi'er and Chenxi grew up silently and happily together in the huge Xianyang Palace.

There are no battles in other palaces, and there are fewer so-called palace rules and regulations, and they grow more naturally and cheerfully. Therefore, unlike other princesses and ladies in the palace, these are two extremely sunny and cheerful girls.

These two free-growing girls are infinitely pampered by Fusu, whether it is a precious thing rewarded by their father or a novelty found in the market, Fusu will send it to the ordinary princess.

As soon as they are free, Fusu will accompany them, from a baby to a child who is staggering around, to a decent little girl, and finally to a beautiful girl.

The first time they called "brother", the little wound they broke when they learned to walk and fell down for the first time, the first sachet they made for him after they learned to knit and embroider, they always held his hand from left to right, sat in the ordinary courtyard of the ordinary princess basking in the winter sun, playing shadow games in the sun...

Until one day, the blood stains on the silk handkerchief made him understand that the crimson of Bi'er's cheeks was not due to natural beauty, but a terminal illness from birth. Shameful life, cliché truth.

"Bi'er died before she could make the ceremony..."

Fusu sat on the sofa with his head slightly down. It had been raining all morning, and it stopped, and a glimmer of light from the window of the vestibule shone through the window of the forecourt and hit his hands, which were also hanging downward.

He turned his hand over and stared at his palm in silence for a long time...