Moreover, this is Fang Ruxi's previous dormitory, so is he not upset about Nangong's name at all.

Liangyu shook his head lightly: "I came to tell Tang Gongzi that my son-in-law has invited dinner, please be sure to come." ”

Tang Yuxuan frowned slightly: "Why did Nangong invite me to dinner, and who else did you invite to this dinner?" ”

Sure enough, Tang Yuxuan was smart enough to immediately know what was unusual about dinner.

It's just that when Liangyu went out, Nangong Mingyu's advice, he wouldn't tell the true ~ phase.

"I think Tang Gongzi must know when he goes." Liangyu replied to the question, turned around and said, "There are many people during the day, and it is inconvenient for me to continue to stay, so I will retire first." ”

Tang Gongzi, if you don't come to dinner, it will be your loss.

After speaking, without waiting for Tang Yuxuan to respond, Liangyu had already walked out of the dormitory, leaving a demonic man with a puzzled face standing beside the couch.

Tang Yuxuan pondered for a while, but couldn't find any other answer: Could it be that Nangong was going to advance the plan?

But it's good to be in advance, he really asked the scope of the fake empress earlier.

Tang Yuxuan raised the demon rule's eyes and glanced outside: "It's so early in the day, this ...... Dinner seemed quite abnormal. ”

Regardless of it, Tang Yuxuan sat back on the couch, picked up the fruit on the side with his slender fingers, put it in his mouth, and muttered to himself in his heart: "Ruru, when you slept here, did you enjoy it as comfortably as I do now." ”

I miss you very much, Ruru, you know.

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In a ruined temple in Kyoto City, a man with dirty hair ~ messy hair, holding a wine jar in his arms, sitting on the ground, leaning on the altar, his head slightly up.

His face was dusty, dirty, and his whole body was emaciated, as if he was already a corpse.

His original blue robe had already turned black on his body at this moment, and the cuffs and collar were wet, as if he had accidentally fallen on his shirt when he had just been drinking.

It is a temple that has long been dilapidated, and is mostly occupied by some beggars and some homeless people of Dawn.

Like God Feiyang, homeless, yes, in his heart, he is homeless.

There is no home without Fang Ruxi, as for why he stayed in Kyoto, it is naturally because Kyoto is where Fang Ruxi grew up.

I have no home, but my heart hurts.

It's been three years, and time can't erase the pain, it will only make his thoughts increase dramatically.

He thought of her, and every time he thought of Fang Ruxi's smile, his flying heart hurt like a knife.

So he could only anesthetize himself with alcohol, and only hoped to see and know people in his dreams.

But in the past three years, he has never seen a person in his sleep, and this torment of wanting to see but not seeing has accompanied him for three years.

It also makes the originally young teenager mature and mature, and even has a sense of going through vicissitudes.

During the day, all the beggars here went out to beg, leaving him alone here drunk and dying.

The wind blows lightly, the temple is full of wine, this is a big disrespect, Buddhism is important, he drinks and eats meat, but it is very wrong, but he has long been ignorant of this, he just wants to make himself no longer sober.

Nangong Mingyu's attendant quickly found Shen Feiyang, who was already drunk and didn't know what year it was tonight, he walked to his side and squatted down, and shook his shoulder lightly: "Shen Gongzi, wake up?" ”

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Trumpet VII, chapter II