Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Furong hooked the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "It should be Murong Chui's wife Xiao Duan's. It is rumored that this woman is not only handsome, but also proficient in bow horses, not inferior to men. See you today, it is better to rumor!"

Wang Meng's complexion changed and lost his voice: "Things are worse, Yang Ping Gong, our plan seems to be adjusted!"

An hour later, Fu Jian wore a robe and sat on a two-wheeled carriage, walking slowly on Gongzhong Avenue. The car was surrounded by ordinary partitions made of elm wood, with small windows and compartments. There is mica on the decoration. If this is a ceremonial mica car that is specially designed for emperors to go on tour, it is really not much different from the ordinary oxcarts of ordinary people's homes.

Fujian's mood is not too good. Since the beginning of the ceremony for Murong Chong one hour ago, he took Mrs. Zhang around to take a ride to relax.

This Mrs. Zhang, about thirty people old, is as pale as a chrysanthemum. She was originally a princess of the Liang Kingdom. After the country was broken, Fu Jian was admitted to the harem. Thanks to her noble temperament and profound knowledge, Fu Jian respected her You can be said to be respectful and respectful, but it is impossible to say how lucky it is. At least, compared to the male favorite Murong Chong and Princess Qinghe, Mrs. Zhang is far worse.

Fujian's ears echoed the bells in the distance, his eyes were a little wet, and he murmured, "Phoenix Phoenix stops the house, He Rijia will return!"

Mrs. Zhang sighed softly: "Heavenly King, you are a king, the king has to make some choices. This is good for you and Phoenix. He is still young, and if he passes a few years, he can tolerate outsiders. Reproach? "

"In the past, the Han Wu Emperor had also spoiled a good family and left him in the palace for several years. Later, because of the ugliness, he could only let him out of the palace, but this person would laugh at everyone wherever he went, and finally committed suicide. . If you are really good for Phoenix, you should give him freedom, instead of leaving him here forever, only then can he grow into a big husband. "

Fu Jian's eyebrows stretched a little. He picked up Mrs. Zhang's hand and smiled slightly: "It's still good to say what Mrs. said, listening to your words, lonely feels much better. Yeah, lonely heart pretends It is Jiangshan Sheji, how can you lighten the world for one! "

Speaking of this, Fu Jian suddenly raised a smirk on the corner of her mouth: "Madam, you just mentioned the big husband, but do you know the difference between the big husband and the husband?"

A trace of suspicion flashed on Mrs. Zhang's face, which was not recorded in the book. She tried hard to recall the books she had read and wanted to find the answer. Fu Jian looked at her thoughts and smiled. Get up: "I can't think of anything in this world that my wife doesn't know. Today, Gu alone can finally raise her eyebrows in front of his wife!"

Mrs. Zhang's mouth ticked: "The concubine really doesn't know, and ask the king to enlighten me."

Fujian smiled and said, "Well, this big husband, he is busy in the daytime and at night. And this man is useless in the daytime and useless in the evening. This is the difference!"

Mrs. Zhang heard her face flushed, covered her face with her sleeves, and flicked her left hand: "Oh, King, rude!"

Fujian was more proud, grabbed Mrs. Zhang's hand, and stretched out under his own rise, smirking: "Want to see how thick it is?"

Mrs. Zhang said, "Heaven, this is the daytime, it is not good to have sex." But her hands began to gently touch the real dragon of Fujian through the pants. After all, she is also a normal woman. But for almost half a year, he hasn't got Jungen's mighty.

Fujian smiled and was about to tell the driver to drive back to the palace. Suddenly, a fragrant wind fluttered, and there was a feeling of confusion, which made his head dizzy.

He shook his head and looked to the front. Through the small window, he found that a rider was riding on the palace road and went in and out of Rufei, while a rider on the horse, a pigtail, a white skin, Xue Xue, his eyebrows, his cheeks. Although only light makeup was applied, it was still flying like a goddess.

Fujian has also seen many beautiful ladies in his life, but this is the first time he has seen such a ride on a horse, his mouth is wide open, and even Mrs. Zhang on one side can't take care of it.

More than a hundred guards in front of the mica car lifted their halberds together, blocking the front of Fujian. The imprisoned general Zhang Yiyue jumped at the arrow and pointed at the coming person. "

A long "call" sounded, the voice was like the first cry of a milk warbler, indescribably beautiful: "The concubine Mu Ronghui's wife Duan, have seen the king!"

Fu Jian finally recovered, and when he heard the word "Duan Shi", his saliva was about to flow out. He quickly jumped out of the mica car, put on a full dress, and put on a dignified emperor's dignity. Shen Sheng said: "It turns out to be Mrs. Murong. Do you know that no horses are allowed in this palace? You have committed a crime of death!"

Duan Xiurong smiled slightly, rolled down his saddle, and saluted at Fujian: "Tianwang ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Other horses are not good, but this one is different. This one is a night lion, but it was a gift from you. For Humble Husband, you said at the time that no matter who rides this horse, you can walk in the palace. "

Fu Jian laughed: "Lonely said this, oh, this moment, General Murong has also fled to our country for six or seven years. The little pony at that time, also appeared so alone that he can't even recognize it." He mouthed In this way, his eyes have been sweeping on Duan Xiurong's high chest.

Mrs. Zhang's voice rang lightly: "Ms. Murong came to the horse, there must be something important."

Duan Xiurong inadvertently flicked some scattered pigtails on his forehead, charming and charming, but said in his mouth: "Murong Chong's adult ceremony is over, Zhuofu wants to ask if he can end now, he can bring Murong Chong and Ladies and gentlemen out of the palace. "

Fujian's face flashed a bit of disappointment: "This, are you going out of the palace? It's still early, I see ..." He said, glancing at Mrs. Zhang, making a wink.

Mrs. Zhang nodded and smiled slightly: "Mrs. Jiu Wen Murong is not only superb in martial arts, but also ingenious in her hand, and the woman's red is the best in Beijing. Since you are here today, this palace wants to ask you for advice. You can enjoy your face. "

Duan Xiurong's face was hard to see: "Here, I'm just afraid that there's ..."

Fujian smiled: "General Murong, I will go and say, since the two of you are the same, today, Mrs. Murong will stay with Mrs. Zhang. Recently, Mrs. Zhang is not in good health, and she wants to talk to someone."

Duan Xiurong Yaran smiled: "Since that is the case, the concubine is better to obey than to obey. But the concubine also has a relentless request, and also asks the king to complete."

Fujian said "Oh": "What's Mrs. Murong's request?"