Fuyao was stunned when he heard this, and immediately laughed.

At this time, Wei Shang was confused, and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Fuyao just laughed, but was silent.

She laughed at the fact that she didn't want anything, she wanted more wishes, she wanted to grow nine tails, she wanted to rank in the immortal class, she wanted to trample all the monsters who had looked down on her and bullied her before.

Wei Shang looked at the silent Fuyao, the originally calm Fuyao seemed to be gradually disappearing, replaced by the senses of the whole body, a strong sense of oppression, and the unconcealable anger revealed under the strong pressure.

Not only Wei Shang, who was sitting opposite her, felt it, but even Qiu Yu, who was eavesdropping on the roof, felt it, this strange feeling was unprecedented.

Qiu Yu also reported all the news truthfully that day, and Wei Ran, who was frowning, couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he heard what Qiu Yu said.

What does Fuyao's strange smile portend?

And unconsciously, Wei Ran also walked to the front of the Yanxi Palace with such a question.

Of course, the palace maids in the palace were happy, but they had always been calm and calm, but they were a little tired that day.

Because Wei Shang's words aroused all her previous memories: when she was a young cat, she was abandoned, suffered the warmth and coldness of the world, and finally lived for 160 years and grew eight tails, but because of someone else's joking "My wish is to see you only have one tail".

Everything went back to the way it was before, and she turned back into a normal cat with a tail, and even if she lived for another twenty or forty years, she never grew another tail.

Immersed in her memories, she didn't notice Wei Ran walking in from outside the palace gate at all, just drank tea silently, and then transferred her anger to the celadon teacup with nowhere to vent.

In an instant, the teacup shattered into powder, and then slipped away like sand from Fuyao's fingertips.

Originally, the palace people in Yanxi Palace were of course so happy that they didn't notice the change in Fuyao's hands, but Wei Ran, who had been staring at Fuyao indifferently from the beginning, was surprised by this move.

This person, who was obviously just a little palace maid, why could he crush a teacup in an instant, and the teacup was not broken into several pieces, but shattered into powder.

Jinque looked at the still thoughtful sway, hurriedly trotted to her side in a few steps, and said softly: "Nobleman, the emperor is here." ”

This sentence suddenly pulled Fuyao back from his memory.

And at this moment, Fuyao and Wei Ran, one pretended to forget the previous memories, and the other pretended to forget the scene he just saw, and put a mask called "smiley" on his face.

It is rare that Wei Ran today rarely stayed for dinner, and planned to stay overnight in Fuyao.

After the lights went out, the two of them were lying on the same brocade couch, but they were speechless for a while.

This time, it was Wei Ran who provoked the conversation first: "I haven't come for a few days, am I jealous?" ”

Fuyao originally just wanted to sleep well, but Wei Ran wanted to say something: "No, the emperor should be wet with rain and dew." ”

Fuyao, who was originally lying on his back, turned sideways at this time, with his back to Wei Ran, intending to end this conversation.

Wei Ran naturally wished that all the concubines were as sensible as Fuyao, but he really met Fuyao like this, but he was full of doubts.

At this time, his mind was full of Fuyao's weird smile, his slender hands that smashed the cup, his life experience as a fan, and more importantly, Wei Yan's fiefdom army that was about to move in the intelligence.