Huaizhou.

Fu Sichong sat in the camp and checked the recent military report, the place next to him where the armor should have been hung had been changed into a dragon robe, he was no longer the general of Dayuan, but a self-reliant martial king.

A woman slowly walked up behind him and kneaded her temples for him, "Your Majesty, don't keep looking, it's not good for your eyes." ”

Fu Sichong was already in his forties, and because of his perennial battles, he looked a little older than his actual age, and he gently put his hand on the beautiful woman's jade hand, "With you by my side, naturally I am not tired." ”

"Song'er's martial arts have improved recently, and I often say let my father see it." The woman's appearance is not good-looking, it is very ordinary, not to mention compared with the famous beauty Yuan Wei of Dayuan, but she has the temperament of a good wife and mother, which may be the reason why Fu Sichong fell for it.

Fu Si Chong's eyes flashed with relief when he heard the woman mention this name, "Song'er is very talented in martial arts, and she may be even more powerful than me in the future." “

"That's thanks to the fact that he has a great daddy." The woman snuggled into Fu Sichong's arms.

"Another day, I can let Song'er pick a weapon that is handy, and I will see if I can find someone from the Mo family to make one for him." Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, see which one he likes. Fu Sichong proposed, "I'm the best at wielding knives, and if Song'er picks other weapons, I'm afraid I'll have to find him a master." Speaking of this, Fu Sichong felt that Yuan Wei's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, if it was to use a gun, I'm afraid no one would be her opponent, right?

"Recently, the capital has been the rainiest season." Fu Sichong said suddenly.

The woman looked at him with some concern, "You ...... again"

"I'm just thinking that by the end of the rainy season, we should be able to hit the capital." Fu Sichong laughed.

The woman was relieved, she heard that Princess Changhuan killed herself, and since Fu Sichong didn't care, she was naturally the best.

Fu Si Chong looked at the cloudless sky of Huaizhou outside the window, and hoped that the day of the princess's funeral could have a good weather.

"Boom—"

Fu Xiao forgot to glance at the darkening sky, "I'm afraid it will rain in a while." ”

She glanced at Bai Yi and sped up at the same time.

When he arrived at Fu Mansion, it was indeed Mo Shuangyun who commanded the people of the Mo family to carry out the ceremony, and Mo Shuangyun's dress was no different from usual, the only difference was that there was an extra circle of white cloth wrapped around his waist.

Fu Xiao's breath was stagnant, as an immediate relative of Princess Changhuan, she was naturally filial piety, and she was dressed in coarse cloth, and if she was a relative such as a son-in-law, she was light and filial, and she could wrap a white cloth around her waist.

"Ah Xiao, come over and take a look, isn't that right?" Ink Frost saw her coming.

Fu Xiao pulled Mo Shuangyun aside, "These are people from the Mo family?" “

"yes, it's better to do it with the Ministry of Rites, but ......," Ink Frost Yun explained.

"I'll pay for them." Fu Xiao said seriously, "The people in the Ministry of Rites are not as good as the people of the Mo family. ”

The funeral procession was marching down the street, Fu Xiao suddenly remembered something, and asked Mo Shuangyun in a low voice, "I remember that the Mo family has always advocated festive burials?" ”

"That's right." Mo Shuangyun said, "But the festival funeral means that there will be no big banquets, which does not mean that we must simplify the funeral. ”

Fu Xiao nodded as if he didn't understand.

The funeral procession arrived at the imperial mausoleum, and the people from the Ministry of Rites finally arrived late and apologized to Mo Shuangyun in every possible way.

Mo Shuangyun pushed Fu Xiao to the front, "Don't be mistaken about the object, Mo is just wearing light filial piety, and the county lord is here." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The officials of the Ministry of Rites apologized to Fu Xiao again and again, "Then we won't trouble the Mo family master in the future, let's take over." "The funeral of the princess of a dignified country is still bothering the Mo family, and when this news spreads, his official hat will not be kept.

Fu Xiao nodded at Mo Shuangyun, they were all here, even if the people in the Ministry of Rites had nine more guts, they would definitely not dare to do anything.

"Then I'll wait for you outside."

Fu Xiao didn't hear clearly, and had already entered the imperial tomb.

As she expected, it was just buried when it rained heavily.

"County Lord......" The officials of the Ministry of Rites didn't dare to leave, so they could only follow Fu Xiao in the rain.

Fu Xiao lowered his head and said, "You guys go first." ”

As if they had been pardoned, they departed one after another.

Fu Xiao squatted and sat down, and now she really felt a sense of homelessness.

The General's Mansion is Fu Sichong's and has been taken back by the emperor; Although the younger uncle and her have a close relationship, they still lived in other people's homes in the past; Although there is a master and a master in Xueluo Mountain, does she really stay on the mountain for the rest of her life?

"Where is my home?" Fu Xiao buried his head in his knees and let the rain pour on his body, and the voice of inquiry was immediately annihilated in the sound of the mighty rain.

Suddenly, no rain fell on me.

"Ah Xiao, let's go home."

If he asks me again, I'll say yes.

Mother, did you hear my heart?

Fu Xiao stood up and pounced on him and hugged Mo Shuangyun.

Takesatokan.

There are many rooms in the bamboo building, and Fu Xiao lives in the one upstairs of Mo Shuangyun.

At night, Fu Xiao looked at the room that was completely different from before, and confusion surged in his heart again. She lives in the Bamboo Pavilion, what is it? Is it a friend like Bai Yi? Still is......

I thought it would be difficult to fall asleep, but I didn't expect that Fu Xiao had already fallen asleep before many questions could be figured out.

But at night in the Takeri Pavilion, there is still a person who can't sleep for a long time.

Mo Shuangyun only wore a middle coat and walked out of the bamboo building, Ah Shao was a light sleeper, and immediately woke up, and followed out to see what he was going to do.

Under the faint moonlight, the scene in the bamboo pavilion was very clear, and Mo Shuangyun slowly walked to the edge of the small pool, and even the fish were asleep at this time.

Ah Shao couldn't guess what he was thinking, came out to bask in the moon?

When Ah Shao was puzzled, he saw Mo Shuangyun holding his hands on the stones by the pond and jumping directly into the pool.

The shadow of the moon in the pool was immediately stirred by him, shattering into pieces.

Ink Frost Yun obviously jumped in on purpose, not only did she not come out, but she seemed to be looking for something.

Ah Shao scolded secretly, and immediately flew over to fish out the ink frost yun.

Mo Shuangyun just grabbed the yellow silk cloth he wanted to find, and asked Ah Shao to take him out of the pool.

Both of them sat on the ground wet.

Ah Shao saw clearly what he was holding in his hand, and scolded, "Are you crazy, this holy decree was thrown down by you at the beginning, and now it is you who jump down and get it back!" ”

"Be quiet, Fu Xiao and Bai Yi are asleep." Ink Frost lowered his head so that people couldn't see his expression.

"What a madman." Ah Shao scolded him in a low voice.

At this time, a cloud that had been covering the moon floated away, and a moonlight hit Mo Shuangyun's face, although the moonlight was cold, his smile made Ah Shao feel hot.

"Maybe I'm really crazy."