"Ghost! Ghost! Aren't you dead?! Where is my father? Dad! Ghost!"
Duan Jing was so frightened that he cried like a ghost, his eyes were red from shouting, his voice was hoarse from shouting, and the fat on his abdomen trembled more and more.
Xuan Chen Yu and Feng Shui Jun were so noisy by the sharp sound that they had splitting headaches. The guards carefully noticed the dissatisfaction of their masters and hurriedly reached out to cover Duan Jing's big mouth.
"Uh huh..."
Duan Jing whimpered a few times, then rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.
Seeing this, Xuan Chen Yu and Feng Shui Jun looked at each other, dumbfounded. Just then they saw Duan Jing's menacing attitude and thought he was very tough.
It turned out to be a gallbladder!
Next, everyone in Duan's mansion who was related to this matter was taken away by the guards.
The huge front yard gradually became quiet, except for the sound of crackling firecrackers outside the house.
It was as if they were celebrating this act of eradicating evil and punishing evil.
The hazy moon and clouds come and go.
The darkness of frost and snow in winter.
The wind has stopped and the flowers have stopped.
The snow is crystal clear.
Hyun Chenyu raised his head and stared at the clear night sky.
The early dew is bright, the clouds are wispy, and the stars are twinkling.
Everything ended successfully.
After Feng Shui Jun took care of Duan Boqi and others, he walked to Xuanchenyu and looked at the round wheel like jade Wangshu with him.
"General Feng, it is truly a great honor to have your Feng family support you greatly. I would like to thank you on behalf of the people."
Hyun Chenyu narrowed his eyes and focused on Feng Shui Jun, and spoke sincerely and from the heart.
He is the crown prince of Dayao, and will ascend to the throne of emperor in the near future.
The wheel of history rolls forward and never stops, but how many bones and blood are piled in the tracks?
He had no way of knowing.
He only knows...
There are heroes in every dynasty and every generation, but most of them did not end well.
They either have great achievements or are proud of themselves. Once they touch the limits of the emperor, their wealth and life will be at stake.
However, the Feng family is an exception.
Needless to say, Feng Lushan devoted his whole life to the Great Yao, was self-denial and dedicated to the public, was honest and upright, and won the emperor's heart, but he never regarded himself as a hero.
The Feng Shui Jun soldiers are strong-willed, brave and adept at fighting, loyal and pure in their ambitions, well versed in the art of running an army, but neither arrogant nor impetuous, and shed their blood for the country.
Feng Yun was talented, outstanding, and outstanding. His understanding of political principles was even more insightful than that of Feng Lushan. He could be said to be more talented than others, but he treated the virtuous and corporal with a deep sense of emptiness.
And the Feng Shui Qing who saved his life.
After Xuan Chenyu was assassinated in Xunjiang City, his life hung on a thread, knowing that he was about to die.
His chest and lungs were severely injured, and his internal organs were damaged. Even if all the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital came to consult him, they might not be able to save his life.
During those days, he gritted his teeth and fought frantically for survival! He held on to prevent himself from dying!
He can give up his throne and power.
For fear of losing his beloved wife and children.
Just when he fell into a deep coma and was on the verge of death.
Ninth brother arrived in time.
The first thing the ninth brother did after entering the house was to put a pill into his mouth.
This medicine has a strange taste and is not an ordinary medicine.
After taking it, he suddenly felt as if his limbs and bones were reborn! The terrifying strangling feeling gradually faded away.
He also broke out from the hell gate!
Then, when he asked his ninth brother what this medicine was.
Ninth Brother only said that it was... a rare elixir that Feng Shuiqing got by chance, and perhaps it was God's help.
The moment he got the answer, Hyun Chenyu knew that his brother was lying.
As for the reason, it doesn't matter.
Why did he want to get to the bottom of the secret between his ninth brother and his younger siblings?
Just like many years ago, when the ninth brother was seriously injured and almost died in the northwest battlefield, the younger siblings rushed there at an uncanny speed and rescued the ninth brother who was also on the verge of death.
He has always kept this matter hidden in his heart.
In his eyes, Feng Shui Qingyong
Yuan is a kind and lively woman.
Smiling eyes are crescent, bright and lively, playful and smart.
But he did many mysterious and unpredictable things, making him unpredictable.
But her heart was crystal clear and she loved her ninth brother deeply.
Ninth Brother's love for her was even greater than that of her.
That's enough.
As the third brother, he knows this.
It's enough.
Whether it's magical or fantastic.
He only hopes that they will be a pair for the rest of their lives, with Prime Minister Bai as their partner, and spend the rest of their lives together.
Thoughts stopped.
Hyun Chen Yu met Feng Shui Jun's resolute eyes, and his sharp and sonorous voice warmed his heart.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is serious, these are all matters within the scope of our Feng family. If it weren't for the Emperor to protect the Weichen family, the Feng family would have been destroyed by Duan Boqi long ago. The Emperor is a wise king, and Weichen can also represent the Feng family. I would like to thank the Emperor and the Prince.
Your Highness is kind to you."
Yuan Chenyu put one hand on Feng Shui Jun's broad shoulder and patted her lightly, his eyes widened, "General Feng, you have had a hard day today. Go back and sleep early. I am also going back to the East Palace."
Feng Shui Jun bowed and responded with a deep voice: "I respectfully send you to His Highness the Crown Prince."
After Xuan Chenyu left, Feng Shuijun returned to Feng Mansion. The aroma of the food filled his nose, and he felt very confused.
Logically speaking, Feng Mansion should be empty at this time, and the slaves have been temporarily dismissed. How...
While he was puzzled and thinking, he strode towards the courtyard. When he saw that beautiful figure, he finally understood.
It is his fountain.
"Ajun, you're back!" Chuquan smiled with peach cheeks, beautiful eyes looking forward to it, and a pair of handsome eyebrows adding a bit of charm to a little woman.
On the battlefield, she is a heroic female general.
But in front of the one she loves, she is gentle and sweet, with a pure heart.
Not only Feng Shui Jun's right-hand man, but also his close companion.
"Why are you cooking by yourself? Is the journey of escorting His Highness the Crown Prince going smoothly? I can just wait until I come back to do this kind of thing." Feng Shui Jun held Chu Quan in his arms, blaming him with words and feeling warm in his heart.
"I'm afraid that my husband is hungry!" Chuquan put her ear against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt at ease. "A lot of things happened tonight, and my husband must be very tired, so I made some of your favorite food with my own hands.
Let’s eat the food together when you come back.”
"Thank you, Quan'er." Feng Shui Jun said sincerely, lowering his head and kissing her in his arms.
Chuquan raised a pair of almond-shaped eyes, the stars in the sea were bright, making him fall in love.
Her red lips parted slightly:
"Ajun, Happy New Year."
His sharp eyes are soft:
"Quan'er, Happy New Year."
The sky is full of fiery trees and silver flowers.
It’s spring time again.
Qinglin Prince's Mansion.
The courtyard is quiet, the flowerbeds are covered with snow, and the birds in the greenhouse are singing loudly.
Feng Shuiqing looked at everything familiar in front of him, and the bridge of his nose became sore unconsciously.
When I rushed from the palace to Xunjiang City, it happened to be the beginning of autumn.
Now it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and a new year is coming.
The palace was kept spotless by the servants, and it still looked as it did when they left.
This is their home, her and the devil's home.
It is also their safe haven.
Feng Shuiqing was carried all the way back to the house by Xunchen Mandrill. Once she entered the bedroom, she could only sit on the stool and watch the Demon King busy with her...
She poured water into her hands, took off her coat, brushed off the snowflakes, and added a few warm coals to her hand stove.
His trousers and brocade boots were still stained by mud and snow, but he didn't bother to replace them.
Although these things can be left to servants, the Demon King always does it himself.
It was also his love for her.
When the bun was gently opened by him and all the hairpins were removed, Feng Shuiqing was hugged by Xun Chen and Mandrill, and they went into the hot spring pool to bathe together.
The spring water is clear and cool, the heat is hazy, the feng shui clear face is fumigated into a peach-like color, nestled obediently in the strong chest of Yun Chen, and he gently wipes the back.
In the palm of his hand, there are several rough scars on his chest, old and new, intertwined with light pink and light brown.
It's like tearing apart a perfect painting, the cracks are long, narrow and hideous, shocking.
She kissed her tenderly, hoping to heal those scars and ravines.
Feng Shui Qing still remembers that when he first set off from Xunjiang City, the wounds on the Demon King's body had not yet scabbed.
There was only a thin layer of scab at the moment, and it felt extremely fragile, as if the wound would be ripped open with a little force, and blood would drip out.
Along the way, how much pain did the devil endure, and then he forced his horse to run quickly, secretly protecting her, and hurried over.
Then, when she arrived at Prince Ruixian's palace, he showed up to save her.
As long as it involves her, he always tries his best.
No matter how much pain he endured, he still had to make sure that she was safe.
This is the devil who loves her and dotes on her!
He is also the love of her life.
"Is such strength still comfortable? My husband won't splash water into my wife's eyes, so she doesn't have to worry."
After washing her body, Hyunchen Mandrill began to use Feng Shui to comb and wash her hair again, while comforting her with gentle words to prevent her from being nervous.
Feng Shuiqing was lying on the jade platform in the hot spring pool. Although she couldn't see the devil's expression at this moment, she could clearly feel his cautious movements.
It seemed that in his hands, there were not three thousand black hairs, but fragile treasures.
He couldn't put it down, holding his breath and concentrating, for fear that using too much force would hurt his beloved little girl.
Wash your hair halfway through.
Feng Shui Qing's nose is filled with the fresh fragrance of soap pod liquid, and the sound of firecrackers ringing in the ears.
She was slightly stunned and murmured to herself: "This is the first time that I can't celebrate the New Year with my father and the others."
Suddenly, the fragrance of pine plum wrapped her lips, she smiled, looked at the jade face of Chenchen Mandrill, and whispered coquettishly: "You washed your hair properly, why did you kiss me suddenly?"
"You are so tired from washing your husband, why don't you ask your wife for a reward?"
As he spoke, Hyun Chen and Mandrill kissed each other again.
It wasn't until the four lips were soaked with beauty and water filled the air that he raised his body, stared deeply into her blue eyes, and said sincerely:
"My husband has sent people to Xunjiang City to pick up my father and second brother. I think they will be able to return to the imperial city soon. When they come back, how about we hold a make-up New Year's Eve family dinner?"
"Well, good! Thank you husband!" Feng Shuiqing put her arms around the Demon King's neck and kissed the side of his face, but he gently held her down and lay back on the jade platform.
"Lie down and don't move around. You'll catch a cold. Be good." He covered her with the cotton handkerchief again, pampering and scolding her.
"Hehe, I got it!"
Finished bathing.
Feng Shuiqing was finally able to lie down on the couch and have a peaceful sleep. In the past half month, she was really exhausted from all the worry and fatigue.
She snuggled into Xuanchen Mandrill's arms and fell asleep, while the sound of firecrackers outside the house gradually faded and stopped.
She smiled sweetly and said sincerely: "I wish my husband good luck and good things in the new year."
"Well, thank you madam. I only want one good thing from my husband, which is to be by your side and watch over you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Shui Qing felt a wave of heat coming over her. She opened her eyes lazily, and it was the devil who tilted his head and gently sucked her lips.
She frowned and acted coquettishly: "Don't make trouble with me, I'm so tired and want to sleep..."
"Well, I promise that my husband will not make my wife tired."
After finishing speaking, Xuan Chenzhao stood up and held her under his body. The dense and intense kisses made her fall into the illusion of spiritual consciousness.
"You...are really bad."
She spoke softly.
Yuan Chen raised the corners of his lips, and what he saw was her shy face, and a pair of small hands that had nowhere to put them, so they had to wrap around his chest and shoulders.
His magnetic voice was hoarse and charming, and he raised his waist and reached into the place of lost souls.
"Be good, leave everything to your husband, the wife only needs to hold her husband tightly."