"Hehehehe......" She smiled and floated onto the roof with her arms around him, and disappeared into the streets of Kyoto with a few ups and downs, leaving behind the shouts of Xuanyuan Lanlan.

In the main room of the Great General's Mansion Tingyu Xuan, Fu Xue pursed his lips and looked at Ling Luo who was lying on his soft floor. She carried him all the way and quietly entered Tingyuxuan, threw him down, occupied his soft collapse and fell asleep.

She lay weak and boneless, her shoulders were shaved into a waist, and her muscles were like condensation. Coquettish and boneless. The skin is as delicate as warm jade, soft and greasy, the cherry mouth is red without dotting, delicate and beautiful, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed with the wind, adding a bit of seductive style, Fu Xue's Adam's apple moved slightly, and her beautiful eyes turned and walked out of the room.

Ling Luo woke up to the smell of food, she opened her eyes, and what came into her eyes was Fu Xue's charming handsome face.

"When you wake up, get up and eat." Fu Xue said lightly, Ruyu's hand was serving her rice.

"How long did I sleep?" She stretched her waist and said without an image.

"The sunset has been on you for a while." His expression was bleak and slightly sad.

"Fu Meiren, you are so good!" She got up and laughed, and reached out to get the rice bowl, but he hit her, and she stared at him pitifully.

"Drink the soup first." He pursed his lips and looked at Tang Dao beside her.

The originally aggrieved face smiled instantly, threw away the soup spoon in the soup bowl and picked up the soup bowl to taste it, the temperature was just right for her to drink it in one go.

"Anyway, you're a woman, and you really think you're a little prince." Fu Xue handed her the rice and complained.

"I was originally a little prince." Ling Luo muttered and buried his head in eating.

Fu Xue pursed her lips, watching her gobble up silently, and picking up vegetables for her from time to time.

"Your cook is awesome, how about me?" She was satisfied to take the Jinpa he handed over and wiped her mouth, she suddenly envied Yun Jing, unrestrained, no rules, got real freedom, if you don't want to do something, you can not do it.

"You refused yesterday." He raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"You did it." She was a little surprised.

"I'm the only one in the whole Tingyuxuan." The smile in his eyes dimmed, and he said lightly.

Ling Luo looked at him speechlessly, such a perfect person has ups and downs in her life, is she a little selfish?

"The rumors are really true, you are a ruffian who doesn't know how to learn." Fu Xue pursed her lips when she saw that she was a little gloomy, and sighed in a low voice.

"What's wrong with the ruffian, I'm living freely." She said disdainfully, Yun Jing is actually the most at ease.

"Feel at ease" Fu Xue's eyes darkened slightly, and she took a sip ......of fragrant tea. He didn't like to be at ease, but he couldn't.

Ling Luo's eyes drooped slightly, taking in his momentary dark wound into his eyes. Fu Xue is from the general's wife, and there are two concubine brothers, who are now the most favored Mrs. Chen Fang.

All of them can be civil and martial, quite popular with generals, and are stationed at the border all year round. The general's wife because of Fu Xue's dystocia, the fragrance was lost, and the general added the pain of losing his wife to Fu Xue, Fu Xue could not practice martial arts because of his frailty, and he was not welcomed in the eyes of the general, who was only respectful of martial arts, and he had a look comparable to that of a woman, and he resembled the general's wife, weak and charming. The general looked at him and felt a faint pain, so he left him in Tingyuxuan.

Fu Xue had low self-esteem and hated his beauty, and he rarely left the house when he locked himself in Tingyuxuan, and the world gradually forgot about him.

A day ago, he was married by the emperor, and after Yun Jing was imprisoned for resisting the decree, it was rumored that he was good Longyang, and the emperor was furious and punished the general and released Ling Luo. His one-day efforts became the object of discussion in the world. He was also famous in the world, and at the same time, the general hated him even more, removed the servants, stopped the supply, and left him to fend for himself.

"Yes, even if I owe you, except for being my royal husband, I will meet you for any request you have." Ling Luo patted his jade hand and said, after all, this man is innocent.

"It's time for you to go back." He retracted his hand and said in a flat tone, at first he was really angry and wanted to find her to reason, but after seeing her, he felt that everything was not important, everyone said that she was a ruffian, but he felt that she was perfect and ruffian, so people did not dare to climb high.

"I think you're very nice here, clean, I've been living here for the past few days." She got up and pulled him to walk towards the courtyard, Fu Xue's eyes flashed slightly, and she went with her.

There is nothing but peonies planted in the courtyard, and the pavilion on the rockery in the courtyard is hung with white floating yarn, dancing with the wind.

She floated up to the pavilion with his waist upstairs, and a low table in the pavilion was placed on it with a guqin. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Fu Meiren, give this little prince a song?" ”

He glanced at her, moved to the low side, and half-knelt on the ball, plucking the strings gracefully.

The sound of the piano is sad, which is his mood now!

Ling Luo threw himself into the rocking chair opposite him, swaying with the sound of the piano, understanding Fu Xue through the sound of the piano, listening to her carefully take the figure into her eyes and imprint it into her mind. Unconsciously, she had a trance, as if she looked at Yu Zhan with a shallow smile and stepped in. I don't know, what will happen to him when the news of her death comes back?

He is now in the East China Sea, and he has completely cut off the news from there. I don't know what's going on over there, and I don't know how Yuzhan is going. Now she desperately wants to return to Huaxia and return to Yuzhan.

On this day, Ling Luo asked him to keep stroking the qin, and Fu Xue didn't say a word to do it.

On this day, listening to the sound of Yuxuan's piano, everyone in the General's Mansion speculated whether Ling Luo wanted to marry Fu Xue, and the aunts and concubines who bullied Fu Xue on weekdays began to panic again.

On this day, there were new rumors in Kyoto, Yun Jing was fascinated by Fu Xue's beauty and regretted resisting yesterday.

On the second day, Ling Luo pulled out the peony, turned over the ground with Fu Xue, and ordered someone to bring vegetable seeds, and the two scattered the vegetable seeds in the ground.

Fu Xue always remembered that she smiled and said to him, "Self-sufficiency, very good." ”

He smiled silently at the newly turned ground, and this smile was beautiful for the country and the city.

For several days, Ling Luo stayed in Tingyuxuan, her playful sound and Fu Xue's piano sound came out from time to time to listen to Yuxuan, so happy and happy.

It wasn't until five days later that the eunuch in the palace passed Ling Luo into the palace.

In the imperial study, the emperor reviewed the recitals here and summoned the ministers after the early dynasty. Ling Luo stepped into the main hall, and the emperor's bright yellow dragon robe was everywhere. His eyes were piercing, his wrinkled face was majestic, and the white hair at his sideburns showed that he was old. The old eunuch, who had followed him since he was a child, bent over and waited beside him.

As soon as his eyes wandered, he saw Hua Tilting sitting on a chair beside him, with a high nose, a sexy thin lip, a pair of star-like eyes shining with a strange light, and sword eyebrows flying.

As always, he was dressed in a crescent moon white silk robe. A long tassel of white silk is tied around the waist, and a good-looking mutton fat jade pendant is tied on it. The figure is quite beautiful and tall, sitting there, I can't say that I am floating out of the dust, as if I am a celestial person.

Ling Luo's eyes flashed slightly, raised his eyebrows, walked away, walked to his side, didn't speak, sat down directly, lazily, leaned on the back of the chair, folded his legs, and raised Erlang's legs. His hands were casually on the armrests, silent, and he was a ruffian.