Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort
Chapter 489
Chapter 489
The four eyes met, Fang Yiai looked at Xiangcheng, and a trace of sadness rose in his heart.
"Half a cup of residual tea?"
"Yu'er is borrowing half a cup of remnant tea to refer to herself?"
Guessing Xiangcheng's intentions, Fang Yiai resolutely and decisively took the teacup, and drank the herbal tea in a toast.
"Huh." Fang Yiai put down the teacup, savoring the taste carefully: "The honey chrysanthemum tea from the Imperial Medical Office really lives up to its reputation."
"Fang Lang." Xiangcheng softly whispered, with tears in his pretty eyes, he sobbed, "Does Fang Lang not dislike your slave?"
Seeing that the beautiful woman was about to cry, Fang Yi's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Yu'er, what are you talking about!"
"Although you married Xiao Rui first, what does that mean? In the Spring and Autumn Period of Wu Yue, Shi Yiguang once charmed Fu Chai and helped Gou Jian restore the country. During the reign of Emperor Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty, Wang Qiang also went out of the fortress."
How Fang Yiai came and sold, in a blink of an eye, he told Xiangcheng what Li Chengqian said to persuade him when he was in the East Palace that day.
"Xi Shi, Wang Qiang?" Xiangcheng stopped his tears, looked at the candlelight on the table, and murmured in a dazed way: "Eighteen pats of Hujia, pats break people's intestines."
"Yu'er!" Fang Yi'ai already felt guilty towards Xiangcheng, but now seeing the beautiful woman's desolate expression, pity arises spontaneously.
"Xiao Rui is dead, who dares to say anything in the world? When the situation stabilizes, I will play Long Live. How about we go to Meiwu County to live in seclusion?"
These words are not because Fang Yiai intends to deceive Xiangcheng. Ever since she experienced the battle with the Guanlong clan and the Xiao clan, Fang Yiai, who has a quiet nature, has the idea of staying away from Chang'an. In Wu County, the house son-in-law is extremely yearning.
Xiangcheng was slightly dazed, looked at Fang Yiai, frowned and said, "Fang Lang is leaving Chang'an? What about the Shandong gentry? How about the prime minister and madam?"
"I'm resigning from office, so naturally my father won't be affected." Fang Yiai murmured, facing the demon-like Xiangcheng, he still had a little timidity in his heart.
"Previously Fang Lang promised His Highness the Crown Prince to help him ascend the throne for the slave's sake. Now that he is resigning, the Crown Prince might not agree."
As he said that, Xiangcheng was sitting upright, and said in a deep voice: "Furthermore, the Prime Minister is over sixty now, while Changsun Wuji is in his prime, isn't Fang Lang going to put the Prime Minister in a difficult situation?"
"This." Being moved by Xiangcheng's words, Fang Yiai hesitated, and looked sideways at the red candle on the table, but saw that the candle light was like beans, and the fire was like a seedling. Under the influence of the breeze, the flame flickered, attracting people's hearts. Restless, confused thoughts.
"We are dying, like a lamp in front of the wind, and frost on a roof." Fang Yiai recalled Du Ruhui's emotions in the Lanke chess hall, as well as the various conflicts between his father and grandson Wuji, which extended to Guanlong. Fang Yiai let out a long sigh, "Hey!"
"Lao Lao's chariot and horse have not left the saddle, and you will know that it will be difficult when you are about to go." Fang Yiai "Wen Chaogong" possessed him, sighed, and in a second thought slightly revised Li Zhongtang's desperate poem, and told it to Xiangcheng listen.
"Fang Lang must not be so pessimistic, but there is still room for maneuver in this matter." From the moment Fang Yiai drank the remnant tea, Xiangcheng believed that the young man in front of him would be his lifelong support, and from now on Seeing Fang Jun's distressed expression, he couldn't help but speak to persuade him: "What's the matter, I will find a solution together with Fang Lang."
"Okay." Fang Yiai nodded with his hands behind his back, lightly rubbed his temples, and murmured: "It's getting late, hurry up and go back to the main room to accompany Shu'er."
"Fang Lang, tonight"
Seeing that Xiangcheng hesitated to speak, Fang Yiai waved his hand, "I haven't passed the door yet, but the etiquette is not allowed to be violated."
"Fang Lang still despises the slave family." Xiangcheng Dai frowned, and said coldly: "Jingniang, Yaohuan, and Lizhi, did the three of them ever marry into the Zhuangyuan Mansion?"
"This." Fang Yiai opened her eyes, but seeing Xiangcheng's jade cheeks showing anger, she couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I'm really tired today, I'll talk about it later, I'll talk about it later."
"Fang Lang, my slave family" Xiangcheng entrusted her heart, and naturally refused to entangle her any more, lest Fang Yiai would look down on her, after thinking for a while, she murmured: "If the stepmother takes the slave family back to the palace"
"I will definitely play a copy." Fang Yiai said sonorously, and her demeanor was unquestionable.
Xiangcheng looked dejected, and said resentfully: "Since ancient times, kings and ministers have had to die. If the mother insists on marrying the slave's family to someone else, what should Fang Lang do?"
"The crown prince also promised this palace earlier that this matter is absolutely guaranteed. Yu'er should not be like this." After Fang Yiai finished speaking, she slapped her forehead and smiled, "I'll go to the West Wing to find Huan'er, and ask her to think of a perfect plan."
"Huan'er, Huan'er. Fang Lang, do you think Nujia or Yaohuan are smarter?" Xiangcheng asked delicately with his almond eyes glowing with curiosity.
"Uh..." Fang Yiai saw a beautiful woman and wanted to fight for the wind, so he couldn't help muttering to himself: "This vinegar smells, I can eat three bowls of dumplings just here!"
"Fang Lang?" Seeing Fang Yiai's abnormal expression and a very strange smile, Xiangcheng asked softly with eyebrows.
"Huh?" Fang Yiai nodded in response, put away her messy thoughts, and said with a smile: "You and Yaohuan. Yu'er should not be angry if you tell me."
Xiangcheng sat on the wooden chair, stretched out his hand to pick up a lychee from the fruit plate, and said with a smile: "Okay, the official will speak slowly."
"Yaohuan is more than spirituality, Yu'er is more treacherous, she is good at plotting, quick to speculate, but Yu'er is better at messing with the situation."
After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai lifted up her skirt, sat on the wooden chair anxiously, glanced sideways at Xiangcheng, and saw that the beautiful woman's face was expressionless, her hanging heart finally fell down.
"That's right, my family is not as bright and upright as Yaohuan's. But I haven't done anything outrageous, right?" Xiangcheng put the lychee peel on the table, opened his vermilion lips lightly, and swallowed the flesh. Drifting, swallowing a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.
"Yu'er coaxed me to drink Mongolian sweat medicinal wine."
"Forcing the student Hua Ting to swear."
"Chang'an Inn is taking advantage of people's danger."
"Pretending to be sick and pouring hot soup on Jingniang"
"Fang Jun sees everything one by one." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiangcheng to respond, Fang Yiai grabbed the beautiful woman's wrist and said softly: "Yu'er, promise me, Don't act like this in the future. Jing Niang treats me with deep love and righteousness, and the palms and backs of my hands hurt everywhere!"
"There is also Huan'er, she was framed by Cai thief twice for me, and almost died. Fang Jun can only promise her body with such kindness. It seems that the wording is inappropriate."
After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai looked up at Xiangcheng, only to see that the beautiful woman had already approached her.
"Huh?" Fang Yiai felt a burst of sweetness, and opened her eyes to look at Xiangcheng. The two looked at each other, and the affection was expressed in silence.
After the kiss, Xiangcheng's jade cheeks flushed red, and he covered his face with a light smile and said, "This lychee is all my reward for you, don't you think my house is dirty?"
"How can it be?" Hearing Xiangcheng's probing words, Fang Yiai instantly possessed the second junior brother, as if stealing ginseng fruit in Wuzhuang Temple, before tasting it carefully, he swallowed the lychee pulp into his stomach.
"My friend, I'm joking with you." Xiangcheng smiled, got up and said, "Yu'er promised Fang Lang that he will behave well in the future, and I will live in the east wing tonight."
"Where are you going? East Wing? Jingniang's room?"
"That's right, I'm going to apologize to Sister Jingniang."
After finishing speaking, Xiangcheng moved lightly, and after she left, Fang Yiai let out a long sigh of relief, followed her out of the study, and walked straight towards the west wing where Xie Yaohuan was.
After a night of nothing, the next morning, Fang Yiai was asleep when she was gently shaken awake by Xie Yaohuan.
"Fang Lang, official, Mr. Fang?"
"Huh? Huan'er, I'm tired, take a rest. I twisted my waist last night."
"My friend! Get up quickly! The third brother is here."
"Huh? Chu Bi? Or Yi Ze?" Fang Yiai sat up, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one else in the room, his heart sank. Come on, isn't this stalwart body of the official's body necessary?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Yi is here. It's here to deliver the pots and utensils made by the East Palace." Xie Yaohuan spat lightly, took out a new set of robes, handed them to Fang Yiai, and said, "Why does the third brother commit himself to be the official in the Ministry of Industry?" A petty official?"
"It's not a good job done by the old man Changsun Wuji!" Fang Yiai put on his clothes, got off the bed and said, "I will go to the East Palace in a few days, and ask the prince to come forward to help Yi, then I will change the errands. How can I be a seventh-rank official in the Ministry of Industry?"
After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai washed up in a hurry, picked up the draft recipe written in advance on the table, and walked out of the east wing, rushing to meet the third brother and try to make distilled wine.
(End of this chapter)
The four eyes met, Fang Yiai looked at Xiangcheng, and a trace of sadness rose in his heart.
"Half a cup of residual tea?"
"Yu'er is borrowing half a cup of remnant tea to refer to herself?"
Guessing Xiangcheng's intentions, Fang Yiai resolutely and decisively took the teacup, and drank the herbal tea in a toast.
"Huh." Fang Yiai put down the teacup, savoring the taste carefully: "The honey chrysanthemum tea from the Imperial Medical Office really lives up to its reputation."
"Fang Lang." Xiangcheng softly whispered, with tears in his pretty eyes, he sobbed, "Does Fang Lang not dislike your slave?"
Seeing that the beautiful woman was about to cry, Fang Yi's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Yu'er, what are you talking about!"
"Although you married Xiao Rui first, what does that mean? In the Spring and Autumn Period of Wu Yue, Shi Yiguang once charmed Fu Chai and helped Gou Jian restore the country. During the reign of Emperor Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty, Wang Qiang also went out of the fortress."
How Fang Yiai came and sold, in a blink of an eye, he told Xiangcheng what Li Chengqian said to persuade him when he was in the East Palace that day.
"Xi Shi, Wang Qiang?" Xiangcheng stopped his tears, looked at the candlelight on the table, and murmured in a dazed way: "Eighteen pats of Hujia, pats break people's intestines."
"Yu'er!" Fang Yi'ai already felt guilty towards Xiangcheng, but now seeing the beautiful woman's desolate expression, pity arises spontaneously.
"Xiao Rui is dead, who dares to say anything in the world? When the situation stabilizes, I will play Long Live. How about we go to Meiwu County to live in seclusion?"
These words are not because Fang Yiai intends to deceive Xiangcheng. Ever since she experienced the battle with the Guanlong clan and the Xiao clan, Fang Yiai, who has a quiet nature, has the idea of staying away from Chang'an. In Wu County, the house son-in-law is extremely yearning.
Xiangcheng was slightly dazed, looked at Fang Yiai, frowned and said, "Fang Lang is leaving Chang'an? What about the Shandong gentry? How about the prime minister and madam?"
"I'm resigning from office, so naturally my father won't be affected." Fang Yiai murmured, facing the demon-like Xiangcheng, he still had a little timidity in his heart.
"Previously Fang Lang promised His Highness the Crown Prince to help him ascend the throne for the slave's sake. Now that he is resigning, the Crown Prince might not agree."
As he said that, Xiangcheng was sitting upright, and said in a deep voice: "Furthermore, the Prime Minister is over sixty now, while Changsun Wuji is in his prime, isn't Fang Lang going to put the Prime Minister in a difficult situation?"
"This." Being moved by Xiangcheng's words, Fang Yiai hesitated, and looked sideways at the red candle on the table, but saw that the candle light was like beans, and the fire was like a seedling. Under the influence of the breeze, the flame flickered, attracting people's hearts. Restless, confused thoughts.
"We are dying, like a lamp in front of the wind, and frost on a roof." Fang Yiai recalled Du Ruhui's emotions in the Lanke chess hall, as well as the various conflicts between his father and grandson Wuji, which extended to Guanlong. Fang Yiai let out a long sigh, "Hey!"
"Lao Lao's chariot and horse have not left the saddle, and you will know that it will be difficult when you are about to go." Fang Yiai "Wen Chaogong" possessed him, sighed, and in a second thought slightly revised Li Zhongtang's desperate poem, and told it to Xiangcheng listen.
"Fang Lang must not be so pessimistic, but there is still room for maneuver in this matter." From the moment Fang Yiai drank the remnant tea, Xiangcheng believed that the young man in front of him would be his lifelong support, and from now on Seeing Fang Jun's distressed expression, he couldn't help but speak to persuade him: "What's the matter, I will find a solution together with Fang Lang."
"Okay." Fang Yiai nodded with his hands behind his back, lightly rubbed his temples, and murmured: "It's getting late, hurry up and go back to the main room to accompany Shu'er."
"Fang Lang, tonight"
Seeing that Xiangcheng hesitated to speak, Fang Yiai waved his hand, "I haven't passed the door yet, but the etiquette is not allowed to be violated."
"Fang Lang still despises the slave family." Xiangcheng Dai frowned, and said coldly: "Jingniang, Yaohuan, and Lizhi, did the three of them ever marry into the Zhuangyuan Mansion?"
"This." Fang Yiai opened her eyes, but seeing Xiangcheng's jade cheeks showing anger, she couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I'm really tired today, I'll talk about it later, I'll talk about it later."
"Fang Lang, my slave family" Xiangcheng entrusted her heart, and naturally refused to entangle her any more, lest Fang Yiai would look down on her, after thinking for a while, she murmured: "If the stepmother takes the slave family back to the palace"
"I will definitely play a copy." Fang Yiai said sonorously, and her demeanor was unquestionable.
Xiangcheng looked dejected, and said resentfully: "Since ancient times, kings and ministers have had to die. If the mother insists on marrying the slave's family to someone else, what should Fang Lang do?"
"The crown prince also promised this palace earlier that this matter is absolutely guaranteed. Yu'er should not be like this." After Fang Yiai finished speaking, she slapped her forehead and smiled, "I'll go to the West Wing to find Huan'er, and ask her to think of a perfect plan."
"Huan'er, Huan'er. Fang Lang, do you think Nujia or Yaohuan are smarter?" Xiangcheng asked delicately with his almond eyes glowing with curiosity.
"Uh..." Fang Yiai saw a beautiful woman and wanted to fight for the wind, so he couldn't help muttering to himself: "This vinegar smells, I can eat three bowls of dumplings just here!"
"Fang Lang?" Seeing Fang Yiai's abnormal expression and a very strange smile, Xiangcheng asked softly with eyebrows.
"Huh?" Fang Yiai nodded in response, put away her messy thoughts, and said with a smile: "You and Yaohuan. Yu'er should not be angry if you tell me."
Xiangcheng sat on the wooden chair, stretched out his hand to pick up a lychee from the fruit plate, and said with a smile: "Okay, the official will speak slowly."
"Yaohuan is more than spirituality, Yu'er is more treacherous, she is good at plotting, quick to speculate, but Yu'er is better at messing with the situation."
After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai lifted up her skirt, sat on the wooden chair anxiously, glanced sideways at Xiangcheng, and saw that the beautiful woman's face was expressionless, her hanging heart finally fell down.
"That's right, my family is not as bright and upright as Yaohuan's. But I haven't done anything outrageous, right?" Xiangcheng put the lychee peel on the table, opened his vermilion lips lightly, and swallowed the flesh. Drifting, swallowing a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.
"Yu'er coaxed me to drink Mongolian sweat medicinal wine."
"Forcing the student Hua Ting to swear."
"Chang'an Inn is taking advantage of people's danger."
"Pretending to be sick and pouring hot soup on Jingniang"
"Fang Jun sees everything one by one." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiangcheng to respond, Fang Yiai grabbed the beautiful woman's wrist and said softly: "Yu'er, promise me, Don't act like this in the future. Jing Niang treats me with deep love and righteousness, and the palms and backs of my hands hurt everywhere!"
"There is also Huan'er, she was framed by Cai thief twice for me, and almost died. Fang Jun can only promise her body with such kindness. It seems that the wording is inappropriate."
After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai looked up at Xiangcheng, only to see that the beautiful woman had already approached her.
"Huh?" Fang Yiai felt a burst of sweetness, and opened her eyes to look at Xiangcheng. The two looked at each other, and the affection was expressed in silence.
After the kiss, Xiangcheng's jade cheeks flushed red, and he covered his face with a light smile and said, "This lychee is all my reward for you, don't you think my house is dirty?"
"How can it be?" Hearing Xiangcheng's probing words, Fang Yiai instantly possessed the second junior brother, as if stealing ginseng fruit in Wuzhuang Temple, before tasting it carefully, he swallowed the lychee pulp into his stomach.
"My friend, I'm joking with you." Xiangcheng smiled, got up and said, "Yu'er promised Fang Lang that he will behave well in the future, and I will live in the east wing tonight."
"Where are you going? East Wing? Jingniang's room?"
"That's right, I'm going to apologize to Sister Jingniang."
After finishing speaking, Xiangcheng moved lightly, and after she left, Fang Yiai let out a long sigh of relief, followed her out of the study, and walked straight towards the west wing where Xie Yaohuan was.
After a night of nothing, the next morning, Fang Yiai was asleep when she was gently shaken awake by Xie Yaohuan.
"Fang Lang, official, Mr. Fang?"
"Huh? Huan'er, I'm tired, take a rest. I twisted my waist last night."
"My friend! Get up quickly! The third brother is here."
"Huh? Chu Bi? Or Yi Ze?" Fang Yiai sat up, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one else in the room, his heart sank. Come on, isn't this stalwart body of the official's body necessary?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Yi is here. It's here to deliver the pots and utensils made by the East Palace." Xie Yaohuan spat lightly, took out a new set of robes, handed them to Fang Yiai, and said, "Why does the third brother commit himself to be the official in the Ministry of Industry?" A petty official?"
"It's not a good job done by the old man Changsun Wuji!" Fang Yiai put on his clothes, got off the bed and said, "I will go to the East Palace in a few days, and ask the prince to come forward to help Yi, then I will change the errands. How can I be a seventh-rank official in the Ministry of Industry?"
After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai washed up in a hurry, picked up the draft recipe written in advance on the table, and walked out of the east wing, rushing to meet the third brother and try to make distilled wine.
(End of this chapter)
You'll Also Like
-
The female CEO dumped him for 5 million yuan in breakup fee
Chapter 201 6 hours ago -
Conan: The winery killer has a soft spot for Huiyuan
Chapter 163 6 hours ago -
Surprise! This son of God is actually a villain
Chapter 198 6 hours ago -
The beginning of the extreme emperor soldier, confession of the villain empress
Chapter 184 6 hours ago -
Gao Wu: I transform into Yama of the underworld to judge life and death
Chapter 213 6 hours ago -
Relying on the beauty master to be invincible, do you know how hard it is?
Chapter 114 6 hours ago -
Saint! You don't want to see the fall of the Heavenly Demon Sect, do you?
Chapter 233 6 hours ago -
Live: My Ocean Ranch
Chapter 259 6 hours ago -
Genshin Impact: I am not a grass god
Chapter 239 6 hours ago -
Beast Tamer Simulator: My beast can evolve infinitely
Chapter 223 6 hours ago