Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

"Why? It tastes wrong, or you don't like it anymore?" Feeling that Fu Yanqing's mood is not right, Zhao Ziyan's expression is slightly tight.

"No, it's delicious. When I mentioned it to you...have you noticed the people in the palace?"

Zhao Ziyan paused, his eyebrows softened, as if he was reminiscing something, and then he raised a beautiful smile: "Well, I remember what you said. The news was told by Li Sheng, the deputy chief of the father and the emperor. You let me Pay attention to the little **** in the imperial dining room. Three years ago, I rescued him once and saved his brother from entering the palace as a waiter. Now he is Li Sheng’s godson, and his father is quite fond of him. Before Liao Quan He entered the private vault and secretly opened the treasure roll, and he notified me. I think it must have been given to Zhao Mojian."

"Why do you believe me? Back then, I was just asking for perfection. How could you know this, and what you said is baseless..."

"Facts have proved that it is not unfounded. At that time, I felt that you were like a fairy and there seemed to be nothing you didn't know."

Fu Yanqing smiled slightly, but did not answer.

"By the way, Tuyuhun invaded the border. The imperial court named Xiao Tuo a general of the West, and gave a handsome seal to go to the West." Zhao Ziyan frowned when he thought of something.

"General Zhengxi? Your Majesty is the main battle?" In her memory, Emperor Jing had always been inclined to seek peace. Now that the father is resigned, how could he conquer Tuyuhun in this situation.

"Also, why isn't the commander Liu Hao?"

Zhao Ziyan got up and poured a glass of water for Fu Yanqing, and said with a chuckle: "The main battle is the minister Zhang Qishan who has always wanted to protect peace. However, it is me who recommended Xiao Tuo."

"Why?"

Zhao Ziyan took a sip of tea: "Sister Seven Emperors and the others have always understood reason, moved with affection, and persuaded the father to send troops. Isn't that what she wanted? She always wanted me to be obedient, so I listened to her and told Xiao Tuo. go."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Fu Yanqing: "The military power in the West is now far heavier than the Southwest Palace at the time. It is naturally convenient to do something when you go there, but the Southwest Palace holds the military power in the Southwest and walks on thin ice, and it is in charge of the magical machine of Kyoto. What will happen to Xiao Tuo of Ying? The father dotes on the Seventh Sister, but not Xiao Tuo. Moreover, if they do not move, how does the father know who is fighting the Yongdi’s treasure. At that time, Zheng Zheng General Xi Da, holding the military power of the Western Territory in his hand, searching for the treasures of the Yongdi without his majesty, is it not Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows."

"The Western Army guards the deserts of the Western Territory all the year round. Compared with the imperial order, they are more loyal to military orders, and they believe in common happiness and hardships. Xiao Tuo, who lives in the capital all the year round and inherits the title, wants to blend in, it's difficult." Fu Yanqing said lightly. Too much.

The two of them looked at each other, and both smiled slightly. This is a good start.

After the meal, Fu Yanqing went back to her house, and the dull voices watched her turn over from the courtyard wall with a calm expression, and stopped talking.

Fu Yanqing glanced at them and said quietly, "Have you eaten?"

"Used. Master... the one next door?"

Fu Yanqing glanced back, with a slight smile in her eyes, then disappeared again: "Allies."

Luo Yin and Fu Yang looked at each other and watched that Fu Yanqing couldn't enter the house, and whispered: "Ally? How do I feel that the master is very happy when he meets her?"

Fu Yang was also a little puzzled. Since returning to the Southwest Palace, Fu Yanqing has become exceptionally stable. In addition to practicing qigong, what is left is the secret piles arranged in the capital. In the past six years, the Southwest Palace has not only established an organization to collect information, but also has expanded its business in food and silk.

Although there was a little prince to help him later, it was never easy. To suppress those people, naturally, there must be prestige, and the master has little emotion on weekdays, and he has hardly been really happy. Only mentioned that person just now, but the smile in his eyes is not fake.

"We all know the master's temperament. To her allies, she has always been courteous, but she doesn't look like that. It seems that the relationship between her Highness and the master is not simple."

By night, everything in the new house was finally sorted out. At night, the capital is less turbulent than in the daytime. The twilight is sinking, and the western bullfighting room is full of bright moons, and the silver brilliance is falling, as if covering the garden.

Fu Yanqing walked out of the yard, a faint shadow fell, and there was no one here at the moment, quietly and cold.

Standing in the moonlight for a long time, just as she lowered her head and sighed about her madness, a touch of white clothes hung from the locust leaf. Zhao Ziyan sat on the tree with a smile in her eyes: "The night is just right, can you accompany me to enjoy the moon? ?"

Fu Yanqing suddenly felt that the restlessness in her heart calmed down, and a faint arc evoked at the corner of her mouth: "It's good to enjoy the moon, but it's a pity that there is no wine."

Zhao Ziyan's eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles: "Wait for me." A light touch between his feet, like a white crane, leaving leisurely, but for a moment, there was a flagon and two white jade cups in his hand.

She put the wine glass aside, leaned down and stretched out her right hand to look at Fu Yanqing.

Fu Yanqing watched her quietly, took her hand after a while, and was pulled by Zhao Ziyan to sit beside her.

The two were sitting on the tree. Zhao Ziyan was obviously very happy. He handed the cup to Fu Yanqing to fill it up for her, and prepared to pour the cup himself.

Over there, Fu Yanqing raised her head and finished drinking, then took the wine in Zhao Ziyan's hand over: "You are still sick."

Zhao Ziyan was stunned for a while, and then a little bit of laughter said: "You actually let me watch you drink?"

Fu Yanqing did not answer. She sat upright on the tree, shaking her glass with her right hand, and then looking to Zhao Ziyan, "I haven't asked, how did you recognize me that night?"

Zhao Ziyan's eyebrows were slightly bent, and she looked at her carefully, then she stretched out her hand and stroked Fu Yanqing's face. Just when Fu Yanqing unnaturally wanted to leave, she curled the corners of her lower lips and raised her hand to cover the lower half of Fu Yanqing's face.

There was a warm smile on that elegant and beautiful face, and there seemed to be a layer of moonlight scattered in a pair of ink-colored eyes, which was vaguely hazy. Just looking at Fu Yanqing's eyes, he said softly after a moment: "Jin My son has changed a lot from the original appearance, even if I don’t face it, I’m afraid I won’t recognize it. But these eyes have not changed."

Then she looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and whispered: "In this world, you can't find such a pupil anymore." It seems quiet, but there are distressing vicissitudes in the dark, beautiful like amber. , Accumulation has precipitated the past many years.

Fu Yanqing looked at her, feeling that she was completely sucked in by those eyes, looking deep into the night sky, but full of brilliance. This person's eyes are so unique.

Zhao Ziyan turned his eyes and looked at her. The two sat on the locust tree, letting the moonlight through the gaps fall on them. There was an indescribable feeling in the quiet room.

After a long time, Fu Yanqing recovered and reached out and touched her heart. It seemed that there was a weird jump here.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Ziyan asked hurriedly when she saw her movements, afraid that she would be uncomfortable.

Fu Yanqing shook her head, then smiled lightly: "In this way, wouldn't it be easy to expose."

Zhao Ziyan pursed his lips and said softly: "How many people in this world can be as honored as I am to see you undisguised?"

Fu Yanqing was startled, laughed, raised her head and drank the wine in the glass again: "Mutual each other."

Zhao Ziyan listened, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed softly at the same time.

Fu Yanqing drank the wine alone, Zhao Ziyan snatched the cup from her, and never took it again, but looked at her quietly with a smile from the corner of her mouth, his eyes warm and indulgent.

When the pot of wine was empty, Fu Yanqing said vaguely: "This wine tastes really good. After drinking, the fragrance of lips and teeth... It feels... so relaxing."

Looking at her, Zhao Ziyan's face was reddened, and her eyes lost their clarity. With a layer of mist, she looked at her blindly, and couldn't help but stop breathing. The moonlight was shining on the flushed cheeks, and the face that was not stunning but full of temptation, everything was too beautiful to be true.

"Jiner..."

"Huh?" Fu Yanqing murmured back, showing a pretty smile, Zhao Ziyan knew that she was drunk.

This wine is sweet in the mouth and fragrant in the mouth, but it is specially brewed, and its strength is far from comparable to other wines. Therefore, the brewer gave it a name-"Drunk Hongchen", one dream is drunk in Hongchen, one drunk is far from worrying. Fu Yanqing is very worried, and her spirit is too tight. This wine suits her very well.

While she was slightly in a daze, Fu Yanqing suddenly leaned in: "An'er...Don't hide it from me."

The sound of An'er was a dream, with Fu Yanqing's full of worry, it hit Zhao Ziyan's heart directly, making her forget for a while to reach out to support the drunk person.

She shook her body and fell back from the tree. Zhao Ziyan panicked, and his hand was empty. The locust tree was about two feet above the ground. It would definitely be injured if it fell like this. Zhao Ziyan reacted very quickly. He immediately pulled off his belt with his left hand, wrapped Fu Yanqing, and jumped down from the other side.

The two men occupy one end of the belt, and they are wrapped in one place after they are tightened. Zhao Ziyan grasped the belt tightly with one hand and wrapped her waist with the other, and the two of them faced each other like this.

Fu Yanqing leaned very close to the ground. She squinted at Zhao Ziyan for a moment. Feeling a little strenuous, she stretched out her hand to hold her face and told her to stay away from her. After seeing the face in front of her in a daze, she frowned and squeezed her soft cheeks: "How come you were born so good-looking, more beautiful than... than before."

That wine-scented breath hit Zhao Ziyan's face, matched with her appearance, making Zhao Ziyan's heart beat suddenly, and he hurriedly hugged people and fell to the ground.

With Zhao Ziyan's waist wrapped around her waist, Fu Yanqing put her chin on Zhao Ziyan's shoulder and rubbed her chin, and fell asleep in peace.

Zhao Ziyan looked down at her, with a helpless smile on his face. He was really drunk, but fortunately, she could rest well. Thinking of her previous words, Zhao Ziyan's eyes darkened. Originally it made her remember that this was what she always wanted, but when she really saw this person panicking, she couldn't help but stop. I want her to love myself, but I am afraid that she loves herself too much.

Thinking of her body, Zhao Ziyan's eyes were a little painful, and she looked down at the drunk person, and she muttered to herself: "Qing'er, what should I do with you?" Reluctant to be far away, afraid of hurting herself, but also afraid Too close and hurt her in the future.

Shaking her head with a bitter smile, she took a breath, bent over and hugged the person carefully in her arms, got up and walked towards the room.