[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

The two are much more harmonious, and can have a few jokes.

The taste of this medicine made Feng Suzhen quite uncomfortable, after feeding half a bowl, Dongfang Qi suddenly asked: "Sheng'er is not here?"

Feng Suzhen gave a "hmm" and handed another spoonful, trying to avoid the smell as much as possible.

Dongfang Qi sighed: "Now there is no one around for a whole day, and I will almost lose sight of him."

Feng Suzhen said: "After the imperial examination, he served in the Shence Army, and he was busy with training."

As soon as she said this, the smell of soup and medicine rushed straight to her nose and mouth, Feng Suzhen felt so bad that with a shake of her hand, the bowl fell to the ground, and Mu Zitong hurried up to support her.

Dongfang Qi said urgently: "Quickly go and call the doctor from the mansion."

"Master, don't worry." Mu Zitong said, "There won't be any serious problems."

In the room, Feng Suzhen was leaning on the couch, watching the doctor cut her pulse, Mu Zitong was still smiling.

After a while, the doctor raised his hand and said with a smile: "This is pregnant."

Feng Suzhen's face was calm, as if she knew it already.

Mu Zitong asked the doctor to step back, and said to Feng Suzhen, "When the young master comes back, he will be happy."

"You can't tell him." Feng Suzhen grabbed her hand, seemingly lost her mind, and said in a daze, "You must never tell him, I ask you for something, you have to help me."

Three days later, the slightly drunk Dongfang Sheng came back with a bottle in his hand.Spring wine is not intoxicating, he drank a lot, but he didn't get drunk.

It has a thin neck and straight mouth with azure glaze, dotted with flowers and birds. Dongfang Sheng raises his hand to look at it from time to time, and then takes a sip.He has been in the army for many days, and he came back happily today.

Tonghou Mu Zi was in the courtyard, and it was rare for her not to smile, waiting for Dongfang Sheng to sway slightly to her side.

Dongfang Sheng didn't seem to see her, and walked past her.

Mu Zitong said: "Young Madam is pregnant."

"Oh." Dongfang Sheng didn't stop and didn't care, "Really?"

Mu Zitong's voice became louder: "She aborted the child."

Dongfang Sheng finally stopped, turned around and asked her, "What did you say?"

Mu Zitong took a deep breath and said, "I said..."

"Okay." Dongfang Sheng interrupted her, "I heard clearly."

Dongfang Sheng was still calm, but he stopped drinking and didn't shake. He tossed his clothes and fell to the corridor.

The candles in the room were still on, Feng Suzhen didn't wait too long, nor did she wait in vain.

On the case was a letter of divorce, written by Dongfang Sheng himself, and the ink was not completely dry.

Dongfang Sheng sat down and pushed the divorce letter in front of her. He seemed sleepy, propped his head up and said lazily: "My friend said, I wish you all the things you want, I will never let him down."

Feng Suzhen raised her hand to get the divorce letter, Dongfang Sheng suddenly tried to grab her wrist, but failed, her fingernails drew two bloodstains on the back of her hand.

"You don't believe it?" Feng Suzhen sneered, and stretched out her hand again, the blood on the back of her hand dripped onto the desk, "Then you can feel the pulse yourself."

Dongfang Sheng looked at her somewhat pale face, his fingertips trembled, and finally clenched them lightly, turned his head, and said, "Let's go."

In the early morning, outside Chang'an City.

The carriages are the best, and the drivers are the most skilled.Mu Zitong sent Feng Suzhen out of Chang'an, so she said goodbye, and another guard sent her back to Miaozhou.

Feng Suzhen watched Mu Zitong jump down, and opened the curtain: "Zitong..."

"Needless to say, I'm just for the sake of young master." Mu Zitong handed her the medicine he had brought all the way, and immediately turned and left.

The medicine is the medicine for nourishing the fetus.

Mu Zitong didn't know what the result would be. She took advantage of Dongfang Sheng's trust in her. Without Dongfang Sheng's protection, the Feng family might not live in peace.

And if Feng Suzhen didn't leave, sooner or later she would die in the Hou Mansion.

No.40 seven times

Tianbao has been in existence for ten years, at the beginning of the year, and the Spring Festival is not over yet.

I don't know how heavy the snow has fallen, and there are still snowflakes. The sky is full of whiteness, and Chang'an will be buried.

Walking on the snow, there are half-foot footprints. It is already late at night, and the people in the Hou's mansion are thickly dressed, all bowed and curled up, carrying lanterns, running in a hurry and tripping people.

A few pots of charcoal fire were placed in front of the bed, which was warm. Dongfang Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his dying father, and held his hand tightly.

The divorce of his wife made Dongfang Qi very angry, and became more and more ill. Fortunately, Dongfang Sheng didn't tell him that Feng Suzhen deliberately had a miscarriage.Dongfang Qiman thought that it was his son who loved the new and disliked the old, and didn't care about things, so he divorced his wife.

Now, Dongfang Qi's body may not be able to survive this winter, no matter how much he complains in his heart, there is only such a son.

Dongfang Qi was finally willing to move, and he didn't ask others to help him. He stood up and sat up, cleared his throat, and spoke as if in Wengli.

"I don't have much time." Dongfang Qi sighed, tears welled up in the blink of an eye, "This Marquis Mansion and this Marquis position are all yours, I'm afraid I won't see you crowned."

Dongfang Sheng didn't speak. There were still three years before his coronation. How could he survive? He had a way to resurrect people for three years, but he failed to try.

Dongfang Qi said: "Your crowning ceremony will be performed by Father Ji, and I have already chosen the name..."

His voice weakened, and he didn't say any more. He fell asleep and snored slightly.

Dongfang Sheng didn't stay too long, he got up and adjusted his clothes, the cold wind killed people as soon as he opened the door, let the lamp holder lead the way, and walked directly to the courtyard.

The wind and snow hit his face and got into his collar, making him shiver with ice.

Zimo Qingmen, vermilion lacquer green tiles, are all buried in the boundless snow-white, soft silver glowing under the moonlight.

In March, spring begins, the dead branches sprout green buds, new flowers have not yet bloomed, and every rain is warm.

Guanying Hou Dongfang Qi died, and his son Dongfang Shengfu was filial piety for three years.

In the thirteenth year of Tianbao, Dongfang Sheng added the crown, took the name of Biao, Huaiwei, and inherited the title of Guanyinghou.

Huaiwei, capable of being subtle, wonderful with festivals.

Perhaps, it is because he feels that his heart is too impetuous and behaves perversely, and I hope he can be cautious, his heart is as still as water, and he is satisfied with his little thoughts.

The light mist of the jade furnace dissipates the thin snow, and Huang Rui spits out the fragrance and coolness.

The snow on the steps is fluffy, and Dongfang Sheng is sitting on the steps, wearing a red dress like fire, a golden crown with hair tied, and plain silk on his forehead.

The wind is not strong, but it is like needles, very thin and extremely cold, penetrating into the bones.The white filial silk fluttered gently with the wind, and brushed against the red brocade clothes. He stroked the blue hair on his cheeks, looked at the white gauze curtains in the mansion, and sat quietly for half an hour.

"Young master." Mu Zitong walked up behind him, wearing a black satin beard and black gauze, smiling slightly, unchanged.

Dongfang Sheng only lowered his head, looking at Cun Jiexue under his feet, there was a little red bud under the steps, which was blown against the stone steps by the wind.

Mu Zitong continued: "Yang Zhao is the prime minister. The floods in Guanzhong this year have caused heavy losses in farming. He presented the good grain from other places to the sage, saying that the harvest in Guanzhong is very good. In the past few months, the surplus grain has been exhausted, and soon there will be refugees everywhere. gone."

Dongfang Sheng sighed, stood up, and said, "Then you should prepare and help."

"Yes." Mu Zitong looked at him leisurely, walked down the steps step by step, and said with a light smile, "Young Master 27, please come to the palace for a briefing."

Dongfang Sheng nodded without saying a word, and walked outside at a leisurely pace.

The plain silk on the forehead pressed the eyebrows, he pushed it with his fingers, and he walked out of the mansion for the first time in three years, feeling refreshed.Stretching for a while, without looking left or right, he lightly lifted the hem of his clothes and walked down the long steps in front of the door. Just as he was about to turn around, he realized that there was a person beside the road.

A white-clothed cultivator who looked to be in his thirties, carrying a fierce and heavy long sword, was so graceful, cold and cold, that he was already an earth immortal.

Those brows were a little familiar, and a pair of eyes covered with thin frost, saw Dongfang Sheng, and they couldn't help making waves.

He recognized himself, Dongfang Sheng smiled, but before the smile was finished, he suddenly remembered who this person was.

Murong Ziying.

Do they have unfinished fates, which should have ended, and there is no clue about each other, and the third life can meet in this way out of thin air.

Dongfang Sheng's smile stiffened for a moment, and he frowned slowly, showing a bit of impatience, and turned around to leave.

It has been nearly a hundred years since we parted last time, that little Murong whom he loves so much has grown so much that he is almost unrecognizable now.Yuan Jin is Yuan Jin, and he doesn't have any affection for Ziyin, let alone a fairy who has admiration for him.

Every time, every life, he is recognized at a glance, and there is no second one in this world.

Cultivating into a fairy body, you can't cut off love, so it's good to love others, why do you have to remember yourself, he is no longer the prince.

The reincarnation of the world cuts off the past, and the road to immortality cuts off the world of mortals.Whether it was Murong Ziying or Ziyin, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to these meaningless feelings.

Dongfang Sheng has already stepped into the gate of the mansion.

Murong Ziying took a step forward, slightly anxiously said: "Your sword."

Dongfang Sheng immediately stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Murong Ziying, saw him raise his hand, the sapphire was as moist as water, and turned into a sword with a sapphire sheath, but the jade had cracks.

"Yishui..." Dongfang Sheng felt a suffocation in his heart, and suddenly he was out of breath, so sore that he was on the verge of tears, he suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "Did you go to Nanzhao?"

Murong Ziying nodded, watching the young man in red on the steps come down again, walked in front of her, and handed Yi Shuijian out.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and when the boy was holding the sword, he asked in a low voice, "You...what's your name?"

"My surname is Dongfang." The boy said this, paused, and then said, "The name is Huaiwei."

The golden crown and red clothes seemed to have not changed a bit in the past many years, but a plain silk was tied on her forehead, and Murong Ziying's anxiety disappeared.

"Huaiwei." Murong Ziying read aloud, and said softly, "It's been a hundred years since I left, I never thought I would meet His Highness again."

Dongfang Sheng was furious all of a sudden, suppressing the turbulent hostility, and said in a deep voice: "Don't call me Your Highness anymore, I am not the prince in your heart."

Murong Ziying was stunned, he watched Dongfang Sheng walk up the steps quickly, stepped forward and said: "You are just you, obviously