Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 25 Contest
From the beginning to the end of the early dynasty, Puyang Fenghua remained silent.

In fact, most of the time, he didn't express his opinions, and let the young man make the decisions. His regent seemed to be just a display.

But what is the truth, and not just look at the appearance.

Puyang Yuren, who walked back to the Lotus Moon Palace, got angry for the first time, and lifted up the azaleas newly transplanted by Yuhuang on the flower stand, saying that winter is coming, and next spring will not be far away, and she wants to be the first to see the coming of spring .But at this time, because of Puyang Yuren's anger, it fell to the ground after dying.

Hearing the sound, Yu Huang lifted the hem of her skirt, and her bright red dress danced in the air.

"Your Majesty, why are you angry?" As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the fragments of the flowerpot on the ground.He took pity on the broken rhododendron tree, and his bright eyes gathered a touch of sadness.

"Puyang Fenghua! It's better to let you be the emperor!" His eyes seemed to burst into flames, and his fists were clenched.

Yuhuang tidied up the remaining flowers, smiled softly, with indescribable charm and charm.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry about irrelevant life." Handing the young man a cup of tea, he lowered his eyebrows and said.

Puyang Yuren forgot that she was used to coming and going alone in her previous life, but now governing a country requires teamwork.Compared with the former Puyang Fenghua, she does lack a lot of things.However, she will never admit defeat.

After calming down her gaffe, Puyang Yuren took the teacup handed over by the girl, and the faint tea fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, calming her last restlessness.

Looking at the trace of bright red on the teacup and the empty flower stand, Puyang Yuren held the girl's hand guiltily, his eyes were bright red.

"Huang'er, I didn't mean to break your cuckoo, or I'll pay you a pot." Puyang Yuren was not good at apologizing, and he spoke clumsily, but he was skillful and quick in dealing with the wound with his hands. Not inferior to Yu Huang who has been in purgatory for a long time.

This person has given her too many surprises, and it seems that the information she has instilled since childhood is not quite the same.

The existence of Yuhuang is for Puyang Yuren.

Since she was very young, she was forcibly instilled with all the information related to this person, from the initial resistance and resistance, to the later getting used to it, and now she will discover and explore by herself, exactly ten years.

There is a warm current flowing through my heart, and I always thought there was only hatred.

"Why is the emperor so angry?" Yu Huang asked looking at the boy who lowered his head to bandage himself.

Looking at the bow-tied fingers with satisfaction, Puyang Yuren smiled faintly, almost forgetting that she is a modern person.

"I received news from Anbu early in the morning, saying that Puyang Fenghua sent someone to assassinate a son of the Wang family from Yunzhou who lived in the inn." The extinguished anger spread like a prairie fire.

Concentrating on her eyebrows, Yu Huang said in a charming voice: "Don't your majesty think those two people are suspicious? The Wang family died overnight, why did these two people survive alone? And judging by the footsteps, this It will take three days at the earliest for the two of them to reach the capital."

"I know all of this, but what I can't tolerate is that he solved those two people without permission."

He raised his eyes and looked seriously at the sinister young man: "Your Majesty, you care about the regent very much."

Her lips parted slightly in surprise: "Yuhuang..."

"If you don't care, why are you angry about such a small matter?" This person is very good at hiding his emotions. Even after the death of the first emperor, she has never seen his emotions fluctuate.

"I just want everyone to think that I trust him very much. Shouldn't you deceive yourself first when you deceive others?"

"I hope so." Looking deeply at the young man, Yu Huang took the cuckoo out of the house and said, "My maidservant, go and plant it, maybe we can see the spring next year."

Watching Yuhuang's bright red figure disappear outside the hall, Puyang Yuren quietly looked in the direction of Changle Weiyang, Puyang Fenghua, no matter what your reason is, I won't allow you to make another claim without authorization.I am the emperor of Zhou, so it can only be me.

In the depths of the plum grove, the sound of the zither can be heard, like mountains and flowing water, like the sound of nature.

"Master, the backgrounds of those two people have not been found." Lu Sheng knelt on the ground, waiting for the man to speak.

The fingers of the undulating strings jumped quickly on the piano: "Check again."

"Yes." The voice just fell.The person has disappeared in front of the man in red.

A white pigeon gently landed on the head of the piano, Puyang Fenghua stopped, took off the letter box on the white pigeon's leg, looked at the contents of the letter, the corners of his mouth gradually widened, Ayu, he still hasn't grown up...

I don't know how long I have to wait...

A gust of wind blew by, and a piece of dust flew over the man's white palm.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and the materials ahead are in a hurry, and urgent documents of eight hundred miles are sent to the direction of the country.

Puyang Yuren looked at the official documents with a headache. The supplies were urgent, and the food and grass were exhausted.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of Households, immediately ask for 20 grain and grass to be shipped to the northwest." If there is no food, how can we have the strength to fight.

Hubu Shangshu secretly wiped the drops of water on his forehead: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid we won't be able to produce so much food and grass for a while." Hubu Shangshu is an old man named Cao Fang who is almost seventy years old, and his speech is a little weak.

Squinting his eyes slightly, cold light shot at Cao Fang in the audience: "I remember, didn't you say last year that the Yunzhou area had a rare bumper harvest in ten years? Why can't I even get 20 taels of grain?"

Seeing the trembling of the elderly figure, Puyang Yuren said coldly: "Stop kneeling, talk standing up." Rubbing between his brows.

"My servant is terrified!" Cao Fang thought that his master had a strange temper and strange thoughts, so he was terrified.

"I told you to get up, kneel down."

"Yes... yes..." Standing up tremblingly, Cao Fang did not relax, but looked at the young man with exquisite facial features on the high platform with even more fear.Why did he have a fairy-like appearance and devil-like thinking.Khan, Your Majesty, your kindness has been treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

Turning the finger on the thumb, Puyang Yuren looked at the ministers who were eating state food but not doing practical things with cold eyes, feeling dizzy.

(End of this chapter)