Bancheng Fengyue

At twilight, a thin rain fell on the top of Taishan Mountain, half of the Qingdi Palace was sunk in the clouds, the nanmu corridor was wet, and the agate chess pieces were slightly cool to the touch.

Fu Cang slowly placed the chess pieces on the chessboard, and the Qing Emperor on the opposite side took a breath and smiled wryly: "During this period of time, your chess moves are very determined to kill."

Fu Cang didn't answer silently, put the agate chess pieces into the box one by one, Fang asked: "Are you coming?"

Emperor Qing shook his head and sighed: "I won't come anymore. It's not like you are still angry at me for agreeing to Zhu Yin's business?"

Fu Cang poured a cup of Jiujiu Guiyuan tea and pushed it in front of him: "Father, I have already said that I don't care about this for the time being."

"Oh?" There was a smile in Qingdi's eyes, "So you have encountered difficulties in the way of swords again?"

"No, it seems that I have realized something recently, and I need to meditate for a while to break through the realm."

"Could it be that there is another goddess in my heart?"

"…no."

"Are you in a bad mood when it rains?"

Fu Cang raised his head helplessly: "Father, you don't have to make so many excuses when you lose."

Emperor Qing blew on the blue leaf on the tea surface, and said leisurely: "You have liked to put on a cold face that your father doesn't love your mother or your mother. If you don't know, you still think I'm strict like a ghost. Last time I met Chi God, he said that my discipline was too strict, which made you reticent, and I don't know when I will be able to clear up this grievance."

Fu Cang bowed his head and smiled slightly: "For those who have no taste for words, naturally cherish words like gold."

"It seems that there are too many people whose words are tasteless." Emperor Qing wiped away the wet marks on the chessboard, and suddenly remembered something, and said again: "Speaking of the Zhuyin family, that Emperor Zhongshan is really capable. Hearing that Goddess Wangshu refused to heal Princess Zhuyin's wounds, he actually kept God Lord Fei Lian and sent a handful of blood-stained moon sand to Wangshu Palace every day, making Wangshu very angry."

Speaking of this, Emperor Qing couldn't help laughing again: "The Zhuyin clan is really evil and domineering. In my opinion, if they are detained for a little longer, Wang Shu will probably have to succumb. How is this little girl? It's a pity that the Zhuyin clan's opponent released Fei Lian later."

Fu Cang turned his head to drink tea, without saying a word.

Emperor Qing looked at him with great interest: "The last time you came back from Huahuang Immortal Island, you complained to me a few words, why don't you talk when I mention Zhuyin now? By the way, I haven't seen it yet. The little princess of the Zhuyin family, I heard that she has a beautiful appearance and a noble manner, but is it true?"

Fu Cang gave an almost ironic smile, with a noble demeanor?

He suddenly took out the agate chess pieces from the box again, put them on the lid one by one, and said indifferently: "Father, why should you always mention the Zhuyin family? Why don't you play three more games with me, two out of three games, if I win, But I have one thing to ask my father."

"Two out of three games?"

Emperor Qing was stunned, where did his son learn this trick?

Fu Cang has always maintained Hua Xu's etiquette and dignity in a calm and elegant way, and he looks on almost everything indifferently, never getting involved in any entanglements. , the Emperor of Heaven hooked Princess Zhuyin, and he went without hesitation.

He has always just done what comes naturally, but—two wins in three rounds? What's going on with this gamble that means winning?

Emperor Qing felt more interesting, and couldn't help laughing: "What do you want from me?"

Fu Cang has made up his own mind since he was a child, and he hardly interferes. As a father, he is always at ease with him, but today he suddenly asks him for something, but he is very curious. Speaking of which, since worshiping Emperor Bai Ze as his husband, Fu Cang has undergone some inexplicable changes, as if the porcelain had a breath of life, and I don't know if this is good or bad.

Fu Cang's eyes flashed, he smiled lightly, and gently placed an agate chess piece on the board, and said slowly: "No matter whether you win or lose, father will know after playing chess with me."

*

Slowly removing the fine white cloth that wrapped the nails, and tearing off the Kodan silk cotton attached to the nails bit by bit, Xuan Yi raised his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes for a moment with satisfaction.

Under the sun, the five pieces of nails are an almost transparent pale pink peach color, which is more delicate than the once bright red Koudan, and it has not been white for more than half a year.

The days when her leg is injured and she can't walk are so boring, only dressing up can make her happy.

With a wave of the long sleeves, clothes floated all over the room in an instant, ranging from elegant frost to rich crimson purple, in all kinds of colors. When I came to Mingxing Hall that day, I spent a full twenty minutes just to dress her. It's only a big box, but unfortunately, she always feels that there are still a few pieces missing.

Xuan Yi struggled to choose for a long time, and reluctantly chose a skirt with the same color as his nails. The skirt was dipped in sunset-colored camellias, and it was paired with a flowing cloud tulle drape.

Facing the vanity mirror, she was fully dressed, and just as she was inserting the embellished gold ring into her hair, she heard the fairy boy calling out from outside the hall: "Princess Xuanyi, breakfast is here."

Her face suddenly collapsed, she opened the window to look at the food box in Xiantong's hand, and sighed slowly: "...Is it still Shiquan Dabu Tang?"

No matter how you look at it, there is a gloating smile on Xiantong's face: "Yes, this is the wish of Goddess Guting and Goddess Zhixi. The princess is injured and can't walk. When the injury recovers, there is no need to drink Shiquan Da Make up the soup."

Hmph, this high-spirited princess will finally be tortured one day! Xiantong looked at her bitter face and felt very happy.

Xuan Yi took the food box and opened it slowly, without any surprise, there was only a bowl of thick catfish herbal soup inside.

But she said that she couldn't move because of her leg injury, so she slept in the Purple Mansion for two months. She used to stay in the Purple Mansion all day and didn't feel bored. Dian, when the wound stopped bleeding, he came back to continue his lectures.

Unexpectedly, the nightmare came like this. After returning to Mingxing Palace for more than a month, Gu Ting and Zhixi found some ancient folk prescriptions from nowhere, picked a bunch of herbs, and asked Xiantong to use them from Tianhe every day. Catfish Stewed Shiquan Dabu Soup, it is said that the catfish soup is the most effective because it was injured by the long beard of the catfish demon.

She didn't see whether it worked or not, she just had the feeling that she never wanted to see catfish again in her life.

Xuan Yi was silent for a moment, his eyes gradually turned red.

"I want to eat agate and white jade cake, peach blossom and mincemeat cake." She looked at Xiantong tearfully.

crying again! He is not fooled! Xiantong propped up his chest firmly: "Those refreshments are of no benefit to the princess's injuries~www.novelmt.com~ Please bear with me, the princess."

"The mung bean cold cake is also fine." She reluctantly changed it.

"Princess, you are hurt..."

"The golden chestnut cake is also good."

"Princess…"

"Can't you even bring Baicao Mint Cake?" She was about to cry.

"Okay... okay." Xiantong shrank back his spineless chest, looking for pastries for her in despair.

When he came back panting with a plate of refreshments, the bowl of Shiquan Dabu soup was empty, and the graceful Princess Zhuyin sat quietly on the ice bench admiring her nails.

"...Princess, have you finished the Shiquan Dabu soup?" Xiantong looked at her suspiciously.

Xuan Yi took a small bite of the golden chestnut jelly cake, and smiled like a spring breeze: "Yes, it's over."

"real?"

"real."

How could he be so unable to believe her! Xiantong scanned the entire courtyard vigilantly, there must be some clues left behind, so he would not believe this wicked princess!

"Huh? Do you have refreshments early in the morning?" A sweet and gentle voice came from the front of the hall.

Xuan Yi happily waved at him: "Senior brother Shaoyi, you are back."

It has been more than a month since she returned to the Mingxing Palace, but this Qingyang Clan's divine ruler is enjoying himself somewhere, and he doesn't come back to attend classes. The strange thing is that Emperor Bai Ze doesn't care about him.

"Yeah, did you miss me?" Shaoyi approached slowly, picked out a piece of tea and threw it into his mouth.

Xuan Yi smiled and poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Yes."

He smiled: "Hey, it's worth it. As soon as I come back, I will rush to pick you up for class."