Xiaoping pushed Fuyin, "Sister Fuyin is getting up soon, aren't you going!" ”

"Well, no." Fuyin muttered and stopped talking, it was still comfortable in the bed when it was so cold in winter.

The winter sun shined warmly on Fuyin's face through the gauze paper on the window, which happened to be seen by Linghu Yiyu, who came back from the morning court, Fuyin's pink little face was so peaceful and sweet in the sun, and the happiness and joy that I had never felt before had another indescribable feeling.

It's just that good times are always short-lived, Xiaoping sent a winter padded jacket to Fuyin, and Linghu Yiyu didn't want to stay long, but just told Xiaoping to wait for Fuyin to get up and ask her to find him.

Just waiting for Fuyin to get up, this sentence makes Xiaoping envy, jealous and hateful to Fuyin!

Fuyin lazily propped up her waist, and when she saw a winter lotus-colored jacket on the table next to the bed, she thought that it must be Xiaoping's girl.

Fuyin got up and went to the kitchen to take two ice steamed buns and ate them with water, there is a small stove in each yard, but Fuyin has always been a person who doesn't care much about what he eats.

Xiaoping ran over from afar, "Sister Fuyin, you are awake, the prince has been waiting for you all morning." ”

As soon as she heard Xiaoping's words, Fuyin was choked by the steamed buns in her mouth, and her face was flushed, but fortunately, Xiaoping brought a glass of water, "Uh! It's finally comfortable. ”

Finally got his breath, Fuyin asked Xiaoping in a somewhat reproachful tone: "Xiaoping, why didn't you wake me up earlier!" "After all, this is a subordinate, if others know about it, I don't know how to arrange her behind the scenes!

Xiaoping smiled slyly, "Sister Fuyin, don't wronged me, this is all the prince's order not to disturb your rest." As he spoke, he helped Fuyin comb her hair.

"Then why are you so anxious now?"

"The emperor, the elder brother of the prince, has come to visit and asked you to come forward and serve! Why didn't this such a good errand fall on my head? Xiaoping said that she still felt like she was beating her chest.

Fuyin smiled, "What a good errand, it's not all about serving people." ”

Xiaoping put away her usual smiling face and said seriously: "Sister Fuyin, you didn't see that the emperor was handsome, and there was some resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes, but the temperament of the two was completely different. ”

Fuyin glanced at Xiaoping's eyes full of admiration, and thought to herself that she was wrong, otherwise she would not be happy if she liked someone with that status, so she asked Xiaoping with a smile, "You won't be the emperor, right?" ”

Xiaoping said coquettishly: "Sister Fuyin, don't talk nonsense, how can I have this identity!" ”

Identity and status are in front of her, even if Xiaoping has that thought, that person's eyes will not stop for her, and most of the royal marriage contracts are based on power.

I am fortunate to think that I don't have the slightest concept of this kind of view in this world.

From a distance, I saw a man standing in the hall, with his back to Fuyin and couldn't see his appearance, wearing a purple brocade robe, purple was once Fuyin's favorite color, and there was no one.

It's just because of that innate affection that the back of the man in the hall flutters. The posture is tall and the charm is outstanding. Black-haired and purple-dressed, just the back, this man is undoubtedly the best man she has ever seen who controls purple.

When he got closer, Fuyin made a formal salute, "Slaves and maids see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live." "It's just that clumsy look so funny.

Hold back the twitching corners of your mouth, long live long live long live this is too ......

Fuyin Fang saw the man's appearance, the slanting sword eyebrows, the deep and sharp black eyes, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but domineering, and the independence exudes the strength of the world, this is the aura that the Ninety-Five Zun should have!

It's just that when I first saw his appearance, I felt a touch of sourness in my heart, until I tasted the salty taste in my mouth, and when I touched the warm tears on my face, Fuyin secretly scolded herself What is wrong, isn't it just a handsome pot, as for the excitement that tears in my eyes?

I suddenly remembered that my own prince had a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a bright and glamorous goblin face, the difference between the brothers was inevitably too big!

When Linghu Qianye first saw Fuyin, he was also surprised why his heart had a kind of throbbing that was unfamiliar to him, which was not allowed for him to appear as a strategist, and he wanted to figure out this feeling, so he couldn't help but look at Fuyin who was kneeling on the ground twice.

Fuyin's eyes on the ground were full of tears, and women who usually used various methods to try to get his attention could be seen everywhere, but I have to say that Fuyin, who knelt on the ground with tears on his face, made him feel distressed, and he almost wanted to reach out to wipe the tears from her face, and forcibly held back the throbbing in his heart.

Fuyin looked up just in time to see the calmness in Linghu Qianye's dark eyes, and the black black hair was scattered in his ears. Is a man as good as Xindao always so calm and waveless on his face? It would be interesting to see his panicked expression.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Weichen is late, I heard that the emperor arrived at the minister's mansion, and the minister didn't dare to delay for a moment." As he spoke, he slowly walked into the hall and saluted Linghu Qianye.

Linghu Qianye didn't say anything about being polite, just looked at Fuyin so quietly, Linghu Yiyu didn't hear Linghu Qianye tell him to calm down and didn't dare to make a mistake easily, so he had to endure it, Fuyin looked at what kind of trouble was going on between his own master and his imperial brother!

"Flatten! I just thought about it and came to see the third brother. After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Your Majesty, the minister has ordered someone to prepare a meal properly." The eyebrows are low, and the expression in the eyes is not clear.

"Oh, really? No, I still have something to attend to. After speaking, he left without waiting for Linghu Yiyu's consent.

Fuyin was a little curious, didn't the emperor on TV go anywhere with a bunch of people behind him, why didn't he leave any of them here?

"Is the emperor very handsome?" Linghu Yiyu saw that Fuyin had been staring at Linghu Qianye's back, and he was a little displeased.

"Yes! It's beautiful, I've never seen anyone so good-looking. Fuyin replied dumbfounded.

"Is it good to have this king!"

"Of course this kind of thing is impossible!" Rao is Fuyin also heard the deep meaning of these words in Datiao, how could this be his own gold owner who dared to offend him for outsiders.

"I hope you're not duplicitous." Squinting at Fuyin.

"No, no, how dare you." Haha, turned around and ran, this handsome guy really didn't look at it in vain.

A few days later, it will be the winter solstice, this is one of the most important festivals of the royal family, of course, the palace will not be idle, everyone is busy with work, only Fuyin is idle, she is also more than enough and not enough, if you want to help, it will always become busy in the end, Steward Li really can't stand it anymore, so he asked Fuyin to go to the street to buy some food, which is also the intention of Zhenghe Fuyin.

The street was full of red and hanging colors, and a group of people were around the corner of the street, talking a lot, and the sound happened to reach Fuyin's ears.

I saw a rough-looking man with a leather whip in his hand, and a group of people squatting next to him, each of whom was ragged and unkempt.

Fuyin is a little angry, isn't this blatantly buying and selling people! Doesn't the government care?

couldn't help but ask an uncle next to him, "Uncle, do they do this, do the government care?" ”

"Little girl, you must not know yet, he is the famous 'slave king' Xu Jingsheng, and he will pay a certain amount of silver to the government here every year."

"But isn't this at the feet of the Son of Heaven, how could the government have such courage."

"How could it not, even if the government has the heart, it may not have the courage to refuse."

"This, how can you say this, is it possible that someone will put a knife on their neck and ask them to collect money."

"Hmm!" The old man stroked his gray beard.