major general

When Fu Xiaoyu sobered up, it was not yet dawn, he covered his head and clicked his tongue.There seemed to be seventeen or eight boxes in his head, and he kept arguing there, which made him have a splitting headache, and he wished he could go to Fu's mansion right now to dig out the boxes and beat her seven or eight times.

Box box: "...?"

After moving around, I found that there was actually another person on the bed.The head was pressed against his chest, and the hot breath hit the exposed collarbone.

Fu Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat, don't get drunk or have sex these days.

Just thinking about it, the man in his arms got out of the quilt, looked at him in a daze, and asked, "Are you awake?"

Bunraku.

Teenagers never get enough sleep.Wen Le yawned, and seemed to be falling asleep again, so he changed his position and put his thighs on Fu Xiaoyu's, like hugging a humanoid pillow, without letting go of his hands.

Fu Xiaoyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked, "Don't you think my place is cramped and squeezed you to sleep?"

Wen Le said in a low voice, "It's warm here."

Fu Xiaoyu always enjoys the ground dragon in the room, if there are people in the room, the ground dragon will not be broken, and the room is really hot to sleep.

Gentle Township, Hero Tomb.

Fu Xiaoyu got up cautiously, changed into court clothes, and was about to close the bed curtain when she saw Wen Le and fantasized about it out of the blue. Afterwards, the two got married, and when he went to court, Wen Le should be lying on the bed like this , sleeping in a daze.

At that time, the two of them should have performed the ceremony of Duke Zhou, Fu Xiaoyu has always been a liking, asking too much, too tired to enjoy himself.He would also get up early like this, looking at Bunraku on the bed.

Fu Xiaoyu's heart seemed to have collapsed, and she was in no hurry to wash up. She wore her orthodox court clothes with loose hair, sat by the bed, brushed Wen Le's hair away, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Sleep well."

my little tiger.

Even though the people left, the earth dragon in the house was not broken, and the air was still warm.

Bun Le opened his eyes and touched his forehead.It seemed that the warm air in the house had made his face red from the ears to his cheeks.Finally, he lifted up the quilt abruptly, covering himself tightly, leaving only his feet outside, and he could still see the toes, which seemed to be dyed tomato red, tightly huddled together, like his master's tightly squeezed heart generally.

A pool of calm spring water was disturbed by a kiss.

Fu Xiaoyu went straight to the Imperial College after attending the imperial court. Today is a big Confucianism class, and he can use the ruler to teach those princes and daughters one by one.

It was still early, and Fu Xiaoyu was flipping through ancient books in the side hall when she heard the sound of candlesticks falling to the ground.

"Since ancient times, emperors and daughters have been used to communicate with ministers and increase blood ties. This is still the case in my Southern Dynasty. Do you think that you are different in Persia? Let me tell you the truth. You are visiting the Southern Dynasty to ask for food for the winter. Your Majesty also has the intention of getting married. As the crown prince, it is easy to marry you, and you hide and hide like this...Is it the play-to-get method that Persian women have always been good at?"

Fu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes almost to the sky, threw the book on the table, and saw a flash of white just as she walked to the door.

The gemstones on the ankles were already rounded a lot, and they jingled because of the movement.

"See His Royal Highness, the Confucianism class once a month is about to start, can you talk about the matter with the saint after school? Hongyu is afraid that the saint is simple and ignorant of the world, and it will delay the prince's studies."

"It's also...the saint carefully considers what Gu said. This broad road is ahead, it's a simple matter of taking a step, don't really push yourself to the top."

The three of them left the side hall, Fu Xiaoyu came out, took the jade bone fan and tapped his palm, and then swayed to his Confucianism class.

The prince didn't know if he had offended Fu Jijiu.

I was recited three or four times in the morning, and if I couldn't recite it, I had to have a ruler beat my palm.

That's the prince!

Who dares to really fight when one person is under one person and over ten thousand people.

Master Jijiu dare!

Fu Xiaoyu smiled elegantly, took the ruler that had been handed down for hundreds of years, and slapped the prince's palm up and down.

Don't let you learn well!

Let you think about beautiful women all day long!

The sage book has been read into the dog's stomach!

stupid thing!

The prince's face was ashen, and he still had to fight back not to get angry.

According to the rules of the great grandfather, everyone who enters the Imperial College is an ordinary person, and he should be humble when he is educated.

Fu Xiaoyu used a lot of strength in his hands, and continued to pump his back after the beating.The people below hurriedly lowered their heads, looking at their noses, mouths and hearts. The usually domineering princes and princesses are quieter than anyone else at this moment, for fear of being caught by Fu Xiaoyu.

Wen Le and Fu Xiaoyu's happy life has been set, and they are waiting to pass the door.With such a layer of relationship, Wen Le doesn't care about Fu Xiaoyu's questioning and showing off his own spirit. It doesn't matter if he doesn't memorize his homework or write an article. Anyway, Fu Xiaoyu can always find a reason to make up for him if he handed in a blank paper. superior.

Seeing Wen Le's appearance, Fu Xiaoyu couldn't help wanting to be happy, and wanted to rub his wry little head.

Just do what you think, this is Fu Xiaoyu's life principle.

Walking over, Wen Le was still sitting upright, unaware of Fu Xiaoyu's movements.Fu Xiaoyu put down the hand holding the jade bone fan, and at the same time striding over Wenle's cheek with a finger, she pulled his cheek slightly.

Wen Le was startled, but she didn't dare to make too much noise, rubbed her face with puffed cheeks, and stared at Fu Xiaoyu's back angrily.

Zhou Chong, who was on the side, watched the whole process and clicked his tongue, feeling a toothache.

The sound of "tsk" was very clear in the main hall where the needles could be heard, so Fu Xiaoyu, who had already passed by, turned her head, looked at Zhou Chong and said, "It seems that His Highness Ninth Prince is very familiar with "The Legend of Gu Liang" by heart?"

Zhou Chong: "..." I'm not, I don't have you, don't talk nonsense!

After school, Zhou Chong rubbed his flushed palms and stared at Wen Le.

Wen Le rubbed his nose, and for some reason suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment that his wife had caused trouble outside, and as a husband-in-law, he bit the bullet and rushed to apologize.

The prince walked in the front, quickly skipping the two of them.Both Wen Le and Zhou Chong stopped the inexplicable staring at each other, saluted obediently, and watched the prince leave.

When everyone dispersed, Zhou Chongcai murmured, "On weekdays Fu Jijiu ordered people to slap their backs, 'the rain and the dew are all wet', why did you pay special attention to the prince today?"

Wen Le didn't know either, and touched the jade wrench hanging from his collarbone.

After the princes and princesses went to school, without the companions and a bunch of little eunuchs and maids who waited on them, the Imperial College became much quieter.

Fu Xiaoyu worked in the side hall on weekdays, said hello to the adults he had made friends with, and then went into the study to see the restoration of ancient books in Guanghan Garden.

Sheng Xia came in with a small basket and said, "Master, someone outside wants to see you."

Fu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, guessed who that person was, and said, "Place it in a quieter place and don't let people make noise."

Sheng Xia understood what Fu Xiaoyu meant, and led the man around after going out to a very quiet bamboo restaurant.

This season, the bamboo has stopped growing and the leaves are turning yellow.The howling wind blew the fallen leaves all over the place, and the rustling sound never stopped.

"Taste the tea."

Hong Yu obediently picked up the teacup, but didn't drink it.

Fu Xiaoyu smiled with her lips curled up, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "What's the matter with the third prince?"

"Today in the side hall, Master Jijiu should have heard it."

"so what?"

Hongyu put down the teacup and said, "Hongyu wants to ask Mr. Jijiu for advice on how to save people and the country."

Persia's visit to the Southern Dynasties was nothing more than food for the winter.Persia is small, rich in silk gems and various spices.Usually self-sufficiency can barely survive the winter, but this year we encountered a war and had a lot of battles with the Xiongnu. There was not much food left, so we had to borrow it from the Southern Dynasty.

Borrow, but not in vain.

The Southern Dynasties had a vast land and abundant resources. No matter how expensive the Persian gadgets were, they were new to the upper class, and they could not attract the interest of the Southern Dynasties emperors at all.

So the Persian saint was sent.

The Persian saint is young and beautiful, and she is a miracle that can breathe in the hearts of the Persians.

This is the most sincere submission of the Persian King to the Southern Dynasty.

The small courtyard in the bamboo is quiet, and the wind blows the dead leaves to make it even more lonely.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at Hongyu and asked: "The status is not equal. If you want to borrow money, you will naturally need other things in exchange."

Hong Yu was silent for a moment, took out a stone from the white lotus bag she carried, and placed it in front of Fu Xiaoyu.

The stone looked plain and ordinary, but when it was lifted up for a closer look, it actually contained golden yellow sand and stones, which were extraordinarily dazzling under the light.

gold mine.

Hongyu looked at Fu Xiaoyu, and said in a low voice: "A gold mine was discovered at the border between Persia and the Southern Dynasty. Borrowing grain, Hong Yu is willing to jointly mine gold mines with the Southern Dynasty at a ratio of [-] to [-]."

There were also many gold mines in the Southern Dynasties, all of which were mined by the royal family.Persia seems to be different. The wealth of precious stones accumulated over the years makes them not value gold.

A [-]% ratio, even a [-]% ratio, is the Southern Dynasty's profit.

Fu Xiaoyu held the ore and said: "Today, you are cautious and overthinking. Even if you sign a mutual good treaty, you may not believe your own words."

Hong Yu clenched her fists and said angrily: "If the saint can't go back, being a bird in this golden cage will be considered destroying her."

Fu Xiaoyu smiled, looked at Hongyu with her cheeks propped up, and said, "If you want to establish an in-law relationship with Nanchao, you don't have to let the saint stay."

Going home at night, Fu Xiaoyu hummed a little song, went to a teahouse and listened to the song.

The teahouse also sells some rare story books, Fu Xiaoyu flipped through them casually, and found a book called "Jie Zhan Pao".At first glance, good guy, the main character is Wensi, and his wife is Fu Qinglian, who is the wine of the dynasty.

Fu Xiaoyu was strangely silent for a moment, and Ma Cheng looked at it, and there was still a drawing in the thin page.

"Stretch out your hand and touch my brother's little feet, it looks like white silk of winter melon; I can't feel it all over the body, I lost my flesh and looked for my lips and teeth..."

Ma Cheng almost choked on his saliva.

Good guy, what kind of storybook is this, this obviously rough and badly made diagram of the secret skills of mandarin ducks!

Fu Xiaoyu closed the story book, took the spine of the book and tapped her palm, and said, "Is the major general returning home?"

Ma Cheng said: "Go back to the master, I heard from Sizhu that after school, I went to find Sun Yuer, the son of Sun Shangshu's family."

Sun Yuer.

Fu Xiaoyu read these three words, threw a tael of silver to the boss who had already been afraid to look at others, and said: "Wrap the bamboo leaf cake well, and take this book with you to the major general."

Ma Cheng took it with trembling hands, glanced at the bland cover of the storybook, and thought about the fiery content inside.It was as if he had seen the major general's silver spear with a red tassel stabbing straight at his face.

Prodigal son!

The author says:

Boss of Huaben: There is nothing more embarrassing than being seen by the master when writing fanfiction.