Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 30
Lu Sheng swallowed the rare holy medicine in his hand, and couldn't tell what it tasted like.The corpses in the clearing had already been disposed of, probably from the wild ancients in winter, and there was no trace of blood anymore.The dark eyes looked at the empty area, Jue Sha Meng?Heh... If you offend his master, I'm afraid you won't even be given the chance to live on.From now on, there will be no such organization in the Jianghu.

The dim candlelight stayed on until dawn.

Puyang Yuren put on a cloak made of fox fur. Today, she does not have a jade crown, but only a brocade belt tied around her hair, and that brocade belt looks very familiar.

Opening the curtain, looking at the team ready to go, I feel emotional.

After more than half a month, it is finally here.

Because of his injury, Puyang Fenghua did not ride a horse, but rode in a carriage with Puyang Yuren.

"Ayu, is there any food available?" Puyang Fenghua sat in front of the short table, playing chess with himself.

His eyes fell on the man's Yubai fingers, the coquettish bow was still shaking. "Never."

"There is lotus cake."

Picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth, the taste seems to be different: "Today's taste is different."

Puyang Fenghua raised his head in astonishment: "Why is it different?"

"Feel it." Taste it carefully, it is really different, but I can't tell the difference.

"Well, today's pastry was made by Lu Sheng, and my hand was injured." Holding on to the black chess pieces, he circled a few white pieces.

The chewing movement stopped, and the food in her mouth was a little hard to swallow: "Did the uncle make all the old ones?" She couldn't believe it, didn't it mean that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen?
Nodding his head, he looked at the boy puzzledly: "What?"

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen."

Smiling lightly, like a pear blossom blooming: "Then I am not a gentleman?"

Shrugging, too.

"Why does the emperor have the habit of making lotus cake?" Because it was too boring, she was going to gossip.

Putting down the chess pieces, she paused: "Because there is a woman who likes to eat lotus cake, I thought, I must let her eat the most delicious lotus cake in the world. However, she has never eaten the one I made by myself. Over time, it will become a habit." In the words, there was some nostalgia, but more regret.

Originally, I wanted to eat another pastry, but after hearing what the man said, I felt a bit dull.They forced a smile, they all knew that this woman was Puyang Yuren's mother Aran.

"But Uncle Huang likes to make cakes for others to eat." Puyang Yuren wanted to know another answer.

Puyang Fenghua smiled and said, "No, no one has ever eaten the lotus cake I made."

The emotion called joy bloomed in his chest, and he continued to eat the fragrant and pleasant lotus pastry that was not too sweet.

The carriage steadily got closer and closer to the northwest, and the wind and snow became heavier.

Getting closer and closer to the northwest, the houses are gradually becoming rarer. The bare ground is covered with white snow, and traces of small animals can occasionally be seen on it.The cold wind rustled, the trees bloomed like magnolias, the roofs seemed to be painted with white paint, and the roads were as light as a bright moon.

Lifting the curtain a little, the cold wind seems to have found a breakthrough, blowing on the face like a knife.Shivering, I stuck my neck into the fur collar, it was so cold.

The wheels were stuck in the snow and could not move, so Puyang Yuren could only jump off the carriage to lighten the burden on the soldiers.

"Yuhuang, can we reach Wanggui City where General Li camped tonight after dark?" Puyang Yuren asked the woman in red behind him with his fox fur fur.

Dressed in gauze clothes fluttering in the wind, her hands are like catkins, her skin is like creamy fat, her collar is like a grub, her teeth are like a gourd rhinoceros, her head is like a moth's eyebrows, she is smiling sweetly, and in the blink of an eye, she is extremely charming.

"Hmm." A single voice can also ignite a flame in the man's heart on this cold winter day.

Looking at the red brocade robe standing in front of him, Puyang Yuren sometimes wondered why it was the same red color, and why Yu Huang and Puyang Fenghua wore such different styles.

One has a graceful fairy appearance, the other has a magnificent appearance; cold as a fairy, gorgeous as a demon.

In terms of appearance alone, Yuhuang's is more delicate, just because Puyang Yuren's facial features are gender-ambiguous, and it is said that distance produces beauty, and Puyang's elegance just arouses everyone's curiosity.

"Ayu... get in the car."

The sound that was clearer than ice and snow woke up Puyang Yuren, and he jumped into the car, feeling warm like a spring day.

"I'm afraid this year's Spring Festival will be over in Wangguicheng." Puyang Yuren said gruffly.

"Well, it will be the Spring Festival in two days. Ayu, do you want money for the year?" Puyang Fenghua smiled, like a pear blossom in spring water.

Tilting his head: "year money?"

"Hmm." Fingers rubbed against the edge of the scroll, and the ivory fingers were stained with a faint fragrance of ink.

Bending the corners of his eyes, he was as cunning as a fox fleeing in winter: "Is everything okay?"

Raising his eyes, his pupils were dark like abysses: "Then what does Ayu want?"

He bowed his head and meditated, and suddenly, his eyes lit up with golden light: "I want the emperor to accompany Ayu every year, okay?" Looking expectantly at the man, he said.

Heart pounding, he reached out to touch the boy's furry hat: "Ayu will marry a wife and have children in the future, how can the emperor accompany Ayu every year?" There was a smile in his eyes, full of doting.

Grabbing the man's hand, he said, "But the only one who is closest to Ah Yu in this world is the emperor's uncle. We have a bond of blood, don't we?"

Feeling the man's stiffness, Puyang Yuren raised his head and asked nervously: "Isn't it?"

Putting on the boy's hat, he said with a smile, "Well, what Ayu said is true." It's just that there was a deep wound hidden in those eyes.

"Then the uncle agreed to Ayu?"

Nodded: "From now on, Ah Yu will remember, what you want, what I have, I will give."

Hugging the man's waist excitedly, his face was deeply buried in the man's neck, and the unique fragrance of men filled the tip of his nose.

Being hugged by the young man caught him off guard.

"Uncle Emperor, it's great to have you." Puyang Yuren looked at the curtain of the car behind him with dark eyes.It was such a beautiful sentence, but her face was so calm.

(End of this chapter)