Through the window paper, the night wind howled and was cold, but the inside of the house was as warm as spring.
There is a sense of peace lingering in the house.
The bright red brocade bed is illuminated by luminous pearls.
The antique carpet sets off the bright colors.
Several pots of unique summer flowers are placed everywhere.
With the rare vitality in winter, the little girls will change the things in the room every few days, never again.
Swallows peck at the spring mud, water lilies in the pond, and proud autumn chrysanthemums hang on the walls, but the midwinter outside is missing.
Feng Fuyao was leaning against the beauty under the carved window.
Ever since she came to this place that was different from modern times and ancient times, she especially liked this seat under the window.
She would always fall into it when reading and thinking.
Shutao opened the door a crack, peeked inside, made some gestures and walked in.
"Sir, you look tired.
You've been really busy today."
Shui Mo stood not far away and spoke.
Danqing turned around and kicked him, scolding him: "Shut up."
Mandong followed behind with the same expressionless expression.
Feng Fuyao opened her eyes and asked, "Shui Mo, do you want to die?"
"Sir, please forgive me if I don't dare."
Shui Mo was very handsome in black clothes.
He pinched his throat like a prostitute, fluttering his sleeves, which was extremely unconventional.
That action made Feng Fuyao burst into laughter and couldn't keep her face straight anymore.
She looked at the man in green and said, "Dan Qing, tell me, Shui Mo has been visiting that brothel these days."
Danqing's ears turned red and she covered her lips with her fists as she laughed, "As for the young master, he has been hanging out in the Young Que Building for the past few days.
I heard that there are a lot of virgin girls there."
As soon as he finished speaking, the others laughed.
Shui Mo sneered and said with a bit of arrogance, "Who's gone?
I've been going to the border to receive news these days.
I think it's Danqing who went there, right?
You know that, sir, but you don't know."
"I'm going to do some business."
Dan Qing kicked him again.
"Ah, Master, Danqing wants to kill people and wipe out traces.
Besides, playing with women is no longer business."
Shui Mo rubbed the arm that was attacked just now and asked.
"I think it's time to silence him," the cold voice said in disgust.
Shui Mo waved his sleeves and walked to her side, studying for a while, "Mandong, it turns out you can talk and it looks like you've fallen in love with me too."
Man Dong glared at him, walked around and stopped looking at him.
When passing by Dan Qing, he said coldly, "Next time I'll just kick him into silence."
"Sir, this is a letter from Fan Zhang."
Man Dong took out an unopened paper roll from his arms and handed it to Feng Fuyao.
"Um" He had just taken a head and suddenly squeezed it out.
He knew whose head it was without even thinking about it.
"Master, what did Fan Zang write?"
Feng Fuyao patted him and said, "Go away."
What is counterproductive, what is a boring good thing?
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This is Opening the scroll, "Hmm," Shui Mo cleared his throat, straightened his neck, and read aloud, "Master, is everything okay?
Don't worry about everything safe and sound for your subordinates.
Come home before the Lantern Festival." ,,
It was late at night, and the room in the study was filled with fragrance.
Feng Fuyao was sitting in front of the ink table, holding a small folder to record, while Shutao stood beside her and grinded it.
"Young master, news has been sent back to Gu Jiang that the King of Gu Jiang has newly established a thirteenth son.
He is said to have been lost in the early years.
He is now named Baili Qingfeng.
It is rumored that this man has a meandering appearance and is worthy of a woman, but his talents and knowledge are far more profound than those of the King of Gu Jiang. pet."
Feng Fuyao nodded, "Continue."
Su Yu held a few bamboo sticks, and the sticks were engraved with simple patterns: "On the Lantern Festival, all countries worship and worship.
As in previous years, beauties are presented with the intention of marriage."
After finishing speaking, Su Yu took the signature into his arms and signaled to others.
Long winter ahead: "Sir, there was a danger of a strange phenomenon in Futuo Pagoda the day before yesterday.
It was said that a line of black energy was rushing straight out of the sky and I don't know where it went."
"No more" "none."
Seeing strange phenomena and black lines, Feng Fuyao's eyes flashed coldly and said in a deep voice: "Man Dong, set off for Gu territory immediately."
Fu Tuo fell, and thousands of immortals could not survive.
"Yes."
The girl in blue had a cold look on her face.
It's only half a day before the next year begins.
Feng Fuyao's fingers are long and well-jointed.
She holds the small wolf-hair pen and spins it.
"Shu Tao, go get the mahogany lotus on my bedside."
After a while, Shu Tao came back holding a wooden box.
Feng Fu shook her eyelashes and took out a lacquered red wooden lotus flower, only half the size of a palm.
"Mandong, take this.
The Gu territory is ferocious, so be careful in everything.
This is the evil-suppressing red lotus.
If you are in a dangerous situation, just recite the incantation on the pattern.
Remember, don't attack by force.
Get away first."
"Yes, Young Master, Man Dong knows that, Young Master, take care of yourself."
He has beautiful features and is thin and thin, but Man Dong has the strongest endurance among the attendants, and his decisive killing power is comparable to that of Feng Fuyao.
Parting and getting together are fleeting, but the winter is gone for a long time.
The Mingyue Continent is divided into yin and yang, and the yin represents demons and demons.
Legend has it that a great warrior used his body to seal the land of the camel thousands of years ago.
According to legend, it is still true and false to this day.
However, that is just a legend among the common people.
Nowadays, the ten thousand year ban is getting weaker and weaker.
If the dragon vein does not leave this continent for a day, there will be no real peace.
Shutao was the one who followed Feng Fuyao the most on weekdays.
The rest of them had only recently come back one after another.
Ji Fanzhang, the leader of the four, had not come back for five years.
After Mandong left, Danqing took out a few banknotes and handed them over, "Sir, these are the banknotes that came out of the dark pillar of the Young Que Tower."
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Every few days, these people will report the information in each domain.
After taking the banknote, Feng Fuyao looked at it carefully for a few times.
Her eyes focused on one of the points.
A purple-black mark like soot was fixed on it.
It was so small that it was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
A trace of cruel smile flashed in Feng's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Danqing, since someone dares to grab the shit basin randomly, it is not rude to come back and forth, a gentleman, you still have to do it." ,, The incense window floated, the candle flame flickered, and it wasn't until midnight that Feng Fuyao's study became dark.
The tinkling wind chimes under the eaves danced with the wind, sending the snow off.
The next day, the sound of firecrackers replaced the crowing of roosters to wake everyone up.
The red-hot Ninth Prince's Mansion was bustling with unprecedented activity.
In front of the bamboo building, a few maids were cleaning up the sudden snowfall last night.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
The little maids hurriedly greeted the man who appeared in the courtyard for unknown reasons.
Ignoring them, Ji Ciyan, dressed in dark red, stood under the red plum tree in full bloom in the courtyard.
The little maids saw that he didn't say anything and continued to do their work.
Feng Fuyao stretched and shook his head.
She walked out with three steps and two steps.
How could this Shu Tao do this?
She had only slept for a few hours.
She was really a clinging woman.
His movements suddenly froze.
"Your Highness, why are you here?"
The morning air was chilly, and she, who was only wearing brocade clothes, shivered calmly.
He crossed his arms and walked to the tree.
He looked at the man and then looked up at the plum tree.
At the end of the branch, he saw a delicate and beautiful flower that was about to fall.
It was really heart-breaking to see.
With a flick of the wind, that innocent and delicate flower appeared.
The flowers fell to the ground.
"Why should we knock it down?"
Ji Ciyan turned around and looked at the young man in red in front of her.
She didn't understand why a good flower should be destroyed.
Feng Fuyao yawned, and white mist dispersed in the air.
She sniffed and asked, "Your Highness, didn't you see how it struggled?
It's the most painful when it's not alive and waiting to die.
Doesn't Your Highness know that this subordinate is in trouble?"
Just help it.
"You are so lenient.
Do you think you are Sister Lin?
Do you want to be buried with flowers?"
Bang Ji Ciyan was not impressed by her kindness and said slowly: "The most beautiful moment in a flower's life is when a flower flutters in the wind on a branch.
Although it is fragile, it is pleasing to the eye.
But now it cannot ride on the wind but falls into the dust and turns into mud.
That's called pain."
His voice was really beautiful.
At least Feng Fuyao had never heard it again.
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It was leisurely and cherished, just like a flute song.
"How can the years be like this?
The beauty lines, the beautiful hair on the temples, and the water are gone and returned to the rest.
Whoever remembers those years will be destined to destroy this life."
No matter how beautiful things are, who will pity you?
Abandonment and danger remain.
Ji Ciyan tilted her head.
Although they didn't spend much time together, the person who had been laughing and sophistry actually had a hint of ridicule.
"Actually."
He wanted to ask which master did this.
With a heavy weight on her shoulders, Ji Ciyan's forehead slid down with a few wisps of black lines.
Some people's sad and mocking expressions did not last long before disappearing forever.
"Hey, Your Highness, why are you wearing clothes of such a color today?
This color is just like that withered It looks like dead flowers, so ugly.”
But this time he really guessed wrong.
Our Mr.
Fuyao is also quite talented.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to take her brothers' good hands, "It's New Year's Day, why don't you wear something more festive?"
Pulling on the red clothes on her body, Feng Fuyao raised her eyebrows, "Then don't I celebrate the New Year every day?"
The helpless man said, "Go back and prepare.
There will be a banquet in the palace today." ,, Outside the Ninth Prince's door, it was still so spectacular, but what caught the eye even more was the purple carriage parked in front of the door.
The purple color of the ice crystal is noble and luxurious but not ostentatious.
It is only nine square meters in size according to visual inspection.
Apart from looking better, it does not reflect the peerless craftsmanship of Feng Liuzi, a master of the Six Nations.
After taking a quick look at the carriage, the beautiful young man in red squatted next to the horse's hooves and marveled, and lost his voice again and again.
The specific situation is, how can it be here?
How can it be here?
How can it be?
What's going on?
Shui Mo covered his eyes.
He was so embarrassed that he almost lost his face.
"Master, is there anything special?"
Dan Qing asked when he saw her squatting aside.
Feng Fuyao was so excited that she supported his arm.
"Danqing, look at this horse.
This horse has ten shadows.
Look, do you see it?"
Shui Moxiao opened his eyes and jumped to the two of them, and also knelt down to take a look.
Ji Ciyan slowly walked out of the imperial door and saw the handsome young man with a face that looked like snow.
At this moment, his face was flashing with an excited smile.
He stared at the corners of his mouth.
The dark red fur made him look like a demon in the dark night, withered.
The color adds an evil charm to him, like a fallen fairy.
Sui Wen secretly marveled at the side, this Young Master Fuyao was really different, even the one from Shufeng Yuan probably had never seen His Highness smile like this.
There was air conditioning blowing on my face.
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I looked at the man who suddenly changed his face.
He was so easy-going and a little confused.
What was going on?
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