When reinforcements arrived, the closed gates were reopened.

The head of the lord of the city was replaced by a row of corpses of imperial priests, and Fukong crouched on the city wall, blowing the noisy wind, and the soldiers in the city sang his praises with their voices.

Another batch of Fukong "diehards" in the new era was born.

……

Refusing to stay, Fukong embarked on the road back to Beijing.

Although the messenger must have told him that he would just go back and rest for a while, and then respond to the jousting meeting of Narauszi, it can be said that it is enough to give face.

But no matter what, as long as he returned to Beijing, those people were always worried, for fear that Fukong would be dissatisfied with their war arrangements, and directly rushed up to break through the royal city to change the dynasty.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand why these people have delayed the matter of Fukong's participation in the war.

Sitting on the car back to Beijing, Fukong sighed and missed the old emperor.

The battle that Fukong participated in and became famous in the early morning was a battle of division within the dynasty.

The old emperor was a martial arts practitioner and was very powerful, and Fukong felt that if he could live a little longer, he might be able to break through the door of true martial arts.

Or, if he wasn't the emperor and had more thoughts on martial arts, his achievements would probably be even higher.

At least now, it is not enough to let Fukong miss it out of thin air, but the two of them get together to drink tea from time to time.

At the beginning, Fukong had no roots and no roots, and his background was clean, but in the process of promotion, he was inevitably bullied by some military leaders, and this was the opportunity for him to meet the old emperor.

The old emperor treated him well and gave him a good environment, so that he only cared about going into battle to kill the enemy, and some important battles could even be fought side by side.

The relationship between the two has been cultivated in this way, and it can be regarded as a year-old friendship.

But the old emperor still failed to touch Zhenwu's side before he died, and Fukong watched him leave in the third year of the reunification of the dynasty.

That sassy old man, although some of his ideas are also quite stubborn, the current dynasty's stubbornness towards the martial arts tradition is largely due to the bad roots left over from his reign. However, if he is still alive and resolute, even if the dynasty will fall into a trough, it will never be so muddy in some trivial matters.

Forget it, it's better not to seek this false solace.

In his thoughts, he returned to the imperial capital, which was prosperous at this time.

Ignoring the countless cries around him, he didn't bother to respond, and hurried back to his mansion.

"Akong." Before he even set foot in the house, he saw a gentle and beautiful woman in the courtyard garden, she was wearing a new-style cheongsam, her waist-length long hair was still retained, and she was holding a kettle, as if she was taking care of the garden's plants.

It was Fukong's wife, Zhuang He.

"I'm back." She smiled gently, and a pair of magnificent blue eyes seemed to bloom with strange flowers.

Zhuang He's original eyes were ordinary black-brown eyes, but because of the accident of studying magic earlier, her eyes also became similar to Fukong's.

In the eyes of some people, the eye may be good-looking, but in the eyes of the general public, the eye is still a deformity.

When he was a wanderer as a child, and when he first joined the army, he was ostracized and targeted because of his eyes.

Zhuang He's eyes became like this because of the accident, he was distressed, and even thought about relying on the relationship of the old emperor to find the imperial doctor, but Zhuang He smiled and said to him, so they are more like a couple, which is good.

So it has been preserved ever since.

Looking at her, Fukong's grim expression, which he always maintained even in the theater, finally relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I'm back." ”

But he didn't step forward.

On the contrary, Zhuang He put down the kettle with a smile, wiped his hands, and trotted in front of him.

After getting closer, I found that in fact, Zhuang He's height is also tall among women, and Fukong is very strange that his height is low, so Zhuang He is half a head taller than Fukong.

Girls develop early, and Zhuang He ridiculed Fukong in this regard.

Fukong also said many times at that time that he was a person who practiced martial arts, laid the foundation when he was young, and when he developed, he would definitely become a burly and majestic man, and he would inevitably be taller than Zhuang He at that time.

Now that the two have been married for a long time, it can only be said that creation makes people, and the result is already clear.

The height of the "Martial God" Fukong is not as good as that of his wife, which is also a taboo in the imperial capital that cannot be said openly.

Gently stretched out his hand to hug Fukong, although Fukong did not raise his hand to hug back, but did not resist.

Then, Zhuang He's hand sneaked up to Fukong's head......

Fukong pulled her hand away before she touched it, and said speechlessly: "You said don't touch my head, what do you look like?" ”

"Hahaha! Still won't let it? Zhuang He did not hide her laughter, and her temperament was different from her gentle appearance.

"I'll never let it, no one in this world can touch my head." Fukong suddenly turned into a martial god-like posture again, although the point of pursuit was very strange.

"Okay, but I'm not going to give up!" Zhuang He waved his fist and vowed to touch his head openly in front of Fukong.

It's not the first time I've said this, and Fukong can only rely on her.

The two talked and went back to the house together.

Originally, the two didn't plan to live in a big house when they moved here, but Fukong's identity was not ordinary after all, and he couldn't live in a bad place to make people laugh, and in the end he lived in a big house with some embarrassment.

And after so many years, the two of them have not had children, Zhuang He relies on his own magic skills and does not find a servant, but this house that is clean every day is deserted all year round.

Fukong came back for a trip, Zhuang He prepared some more dishes in the evening, and sat down to eat together.

Pouring a drink for Fukong, Zhuang He took the time to ask, "Did you receive the letter last time?" ”

"I've written back to you, why can't I receive it? However, the messenger of the battlefield is very busy, and the average wife has the opportunity to comfort her husband on the battlefield to ask for warmth, but you pour bitter water on me every day. Speaking of this, Fukong couldn't help but laugh.

"Because the lady's party is really boring, all kinds of yin and yang weird words, if it weren't for your face, I wouldn't be too lazy to go." After Zhuang He sat down, he complained verbally while picking up vegetables.

"If you don't want to go, don't go, I've told you many times." Fukong said, sipping his wine.

"Hey, no, I'm not going, what if they say bad things about you?"

"If you really want to say it, you went to supervise them and just changed places to talk, and you can't stand it."

"Not long ago, I heard them say that you are not good at that."

Originally, Fukong was still breezy and calm, but Zhuang He's sudden words caught him off guard and almost choked.

"It's inexplicable." He put down his glass, coughed and went to pick up the food.

Zhuang He teased: "Angry? ”

"Angry what? It's true that we haven't had children for many years, and that's a fact that inevitably provokes some boring people. Fukong said indifferently.

"But I'm not upset, except that I'm not pregnant, I'm fine in bed." Zhuang He said casually.

Fokong was silent.

He has long been accustomed to his wife's temperament, and she looks like a lady, but in fact she is completely informal, and can even be called unabashed.

However, it is only in front of Fukong, and it is generally not so explicit.

"Eat, talk nonsense." Fukong hurriedly changed the subject.

Zhuang He smiled contentedly, she just liked to see the cold and grim Fukong who was cold and grim on weekdays, and she was a little at a loss when she teased her. The other side of her powerful husband that no one knows.

After that, the topic tends to normalize.

Fukong relayed the recent events to Zhuang He one by one.

When he heard about the competition, Zhuang He smiled again: "You really agreed?" Are you going to bully a child? ”

"If you want to talk about bullying children, it's almost the same on the battlefield now, where to bully is not bullying." Fukong was also a little depressed when he was ridiculed.

Then he also said seriously: "The dynasty is big, there is no shortage of masters among the people, and there will always be people who can see it." How can the huge territory of the outstanding people decline again and again. ”

Zhuang He nodded: "Yes." But that's fine, if you participate, I'll be on the other side. Someone listened to the above request and wanted me to blow the wind on the pillow. ”

"Is there any embarrassment on the guild's side?" Fukong's brow furrowed slightly.

"I'm the vice president anyway, and when the one above retires, I will turn positive without accident, probably in the past few years, who do you think dares to make things difficult for me? It's just that sometimes some soft grinding and hard bubbles are unbearable, you know that. Zhuang He first said with some pride, but soon looked at Fukong pitifully.

Fukong looked down speechlessly.

Zhuang He's talent for magic is not weak.

After being brought to the imperial capital by Fukong, she studied at the Dynasty Alien School run by the dynasty, and she was also a talented woman who was shocked.

Now, after so many years, he has joined the Wizard Association organized by the Dynasty and has jurisdiction over a large number of officially certified magicians, and he has achieved the position of vice president.

Fukong didn't know the internal details, but he only knew that Zhuang He was definitely not a weak woman or vase who couldn't do without him.

"Do you participate, then?" Fokon asked.

"Why am I participating? I have all the benefits of the tournament, and these years, all the wild magicians are looking forward to a chance to get ahead, waiting to show their strengths, and they don't need any role models or signboards at all. ”

"Yes." Foku nodded.

"What? Want to compare yourself to others? Zhuang He suddenly smiled and winked at Fukong.

Before Fukong could speak, Zhuang He suddenly lowered his eyes and approached, exhaling in Fukong's ear and saying, "It's okay, there is time to compare it at night~." ”

Fokong: "......"

What should I say about the fact that my wife's car has no brakes at all?

(End of chapter)