Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 729 The elegance he deserves.

Fu Yuejun watched him talking nonsense seriously, feeling sad in his heart, but his face was extremely calm, he casually pointed to a piece of ground and said indifferently: "I don't know how many bones are buried at the foot of the imperial city. If you can't take care of yourself, one day the imperial city falls, and I don't care." I will come back to collect the bones for you."

This is angry talk.

How could she be willing to see his dead body in the wilderness?

But after leaving this time, it was really difficult for her to return to the imperial city.

Kyushu is so big that it has been divided into many fragments, and she must go to recover the lost land.

Even though she has a huge difference in strength alone, she still has to fight.

The national conditions come first, and her love for children cannot be tolerated.

Yun Xiao looked at the direction Fu Yuejun was leaving, closed his long and narrow eyes and smiled, with lonely sadness in his eyes: "It's okay, it's okay..."

He said two times again and again, he coughed twice, and covered the corners of his lips with a white veil, which still had a faint medicinal scent, and on the corners of the exquisitely crafted veil, embroidered with gold Passionflower.

It was embroidered by herself.

The handkerchief was spread out, and there was a pool of blood on it.

He coughed up blood.

In front of Fu Yuejun, he tried his best to conceal his illness, and he didn't dare to show any abnormality, just because he was afraid that she would feel distressed and worried.

Years later, when he recalled this scene, he realized just how heartbroken that girl was when she said those unfeeling words.

The entire Forbidden City is covered by heavy snow, only covered in silver can match the coldness and clearness of the ancient city in winter, which is graceful and distant.

Fu Yuejun walked alone on the long palace road, and the maids who cleaned the palace bowed and saluted one after another. The first thing she saw when she arrived at the Imperial Garden was the Fubiting Pavilion. She suddenly thought of the Shengjing Palace before the Qing Dynasty entered the customs.

There is a Ten Kings Pavilion in the Shengjing Palace, with double eaves and hard mountain style, front and rear corridors, covered with black glazed tiles and green trimming, and the front and rear corridor eaves and pillars are decorated with green field wares.

The most prominent of the ten king pavilions is the left and right wing pavilions, and the other eight pavilions are arranged in the shape of wild goose wings according to the order of the eight banners.

Every time she went back to the prairie, she had to live in the Shengjing Palace for a few days. The Shengjing Palace surrounded by red walls was full of pavilions, well-arranged, carved beams and painted buildings, and the palace was majestic.

Although it is not comparable to the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty, it has the regional characteristics of Manchuria, so it should be their royal palace.

There is the root of their Qing royal family.

I don't know if the Forbidden City falls in the future, will the people in the palace be able to return to Shengjing?

Going forward, there is the Wanchun Pavilion. The man is standing on the high pavilion, wearing a moon-white uniform and a fox-fur cloak. He turned around quietly, and his phoenix eyes locked Fu Yuejun into his eyes. .

The man with a face like a crown of jade and brows full of flowers is so elegant that people dare not look directly at him.

Naturally graceful, stunning the world.

When the wind came, the hair fluttered on the cheeks, a little itchy, but still persistently looking at the man standing in the center of the Wanchun Pavilion.

Standing between heaven and earth, he is still honorable.

The palace people who came and went did not dare to look up at him.

Fu Yuejun pursed her lips and smiled.

This is what he should be like.

This is what he should have.

Jin Tingxiao stared at Fu Yuejun smiling gently, and stretched out his hand towards her from the cloak, his palms were white, and he said in a warm voice, "Little Ajiu, come here and let me have a look."

Fu Yuejun walked over, put his hand in his palm, and said in a very unpleasant way: "The hand is quite warm."

"I have a warmer place, do you want to try it?" The man looked at her, a wicked smile slowly appeared on his lips, and his eyes were even more ambiguous.

Seeing that Fu Yuejun's heart skipped a beat, he secretly regretted that if he had known earlier, he would not have wandered around Wanchun Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)