Duan Nuxia who has the throne [Comprehensive martial arts]

Huh?

And this thing?

It's almost New Year's Eve?

Duan Yu was really taken aback.

Probably because it was so routine, she really completely forgot about it.

But can she admit it?

"How is it possible, how can mother miss me so much!" Duan Yu said seriously, "How could I forget such an important thing."

"It's fine if you don't forget," Qu Feiyan nodded, "When are you planning to go back?"

"Um, when are you going back?" Duan Yu asked without answering.

"I won't be at home for the New Year this year," Qu Feiyan said, "Xiao Feng's father is a monk in Shaolin Temple. This is the first New Year. He is a little worried. I have finally come to the Central Plains. Naturally, I have to visit the famous Shaolin Temple. .”

"Shaolin Temple doesn't seem to accept female guests?" Duan Yu reminded her.

"Of course I know," Qu Feiyan said, "But I want to go in and have a look, won't you allow me?"

"That's not true." She's not the abbot of Shaolin, so there's nothing wrong with that.

"Shaolin Temple claims to be merciful," Qu Feiyan said with a slight smile, "Even if they catch me, can they still beat me up?"

"It must not." Duan Yu nodded seriously.

"You still haven't said when you're going back?" Qu Feiyan didn't forget the original topic.

When to go back, that's a good question.

"That..." Duan Yu looked at Huamanlou dawdly.

"Could it be that Yu'er forgot that I want to go home too." Although Hua Manlou couldn't see her, she understood exactly what she meant.

"That's true." Duan Yu bowed her head and counted, "I will go back ten days at the earliest, and the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month at the latest. When will you go home?"

"I'll see you off, I'll go again." Hua Manlou replied gently.

"Well..." Obviously there are still many days left, Duan Yu is already a little bit reluctant.

"I heard that Dali is a beautiful place. The scenery and flowers are very different from those in the Central Plains." Hua Manlou reached out and stroked her hair. "I really want to visit. Next year may be the opportunity."

Her downcast look made him want to comfort her.

"Huh?" Duan Yu suddenly raised his head.

"If I go to Dali, will you be my guide?" Hua Manlou smiled.

"You must be willing." Duan Yu nodded, and then paused, "I'll go find you anyway, this road is really a bit long and complicated, as I told you, I just took the wrong path at the beginning, Only then came to Hangzhou City."

"So, I'm really worried that you can successfully find my home," Hua Manlou smiled, and sighed deliberately, "If you accidentally come to Liao Kingdom, I'm afraid it will be harder for me to find you." It is even more difficult to get to Dali.”

With his previous convictions, Duan Yu couldn't refute.

During dinner, she introduced Hua Manlou to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Feng.

She wasn't worried at all, and she really didn't have to.

It is impossible for anyone who knows Huamanlou not to have a good impression of him, and no one wants to be Huamanlou's friend.

When Xiao Feng was the head of the beggar gang, he actually met Hua Manlou briefly once or twice, but now seeing him again, he couldn't help but feel that things are right and wrong.

"Beiyan has been over for hundreds of years," Qu Feiyan held up his wine glass, "Those Murong people always think that they are so great and have a dream for thousands of years, but who still recognizes them now? It turns out that there are rumors in the Central Plains that Beiyan Qiao Feng, Nan Murong, that villain Murong Fu, can't compare with Xiao Feng and you at all."

Xiao Feng turned his head and glanced at her, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but glared at him, "What are you looking at?"

"Thank you." Xiao Feng picked up the wine, drained the glass, and couldn't help but praise, "Good wine!"

"This is Yuqu Furong," Hua Manlou explained in a warm voice, "It is made from Yuqu brewed from hibiscus flowers. The wine contains a strange fragrance. Unfortunately, the brewing recipe has been lost now, and only five jars remain."

"It's a pity, it's a pity," Xiao Feng shook his head repeatedly, and poured himself another glass, "It's impossible to drink to one's heart's content."

"I think it's better to give you ten altars of burning knives," Qu Feiyan snorted softly, "You can also call good wine, so as not to waste good things."

Xiao Feng was ridiculed by her, but he was not angry, he laughed and said, "Yes, yes, the most important thing about drinking is to have fun, indeed it is cheaper to bring me ten altars of burning knives, Miss Qu, you are really my confidant."

"It's natural." Qu Feiyan lifted his chin and said, "You just know it yourself."

During this banquet, Duan Yu seemed a little silent.

Murong Fu

For Duan Yu, the mention of Murong naturally reminded her of Mantuo Mountain Villa and the Xiaoyao School, as well as the current head of the Xiaoyao School. She felt that what happened a few months ago seemed like a world away.

Murong Fu is a matter of women, it seems that it has not been exposed yet.

Hua Manlou quietly reached out and took her hand.

Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that something was wrong with her emotions.

Forget it, it doesn't matter whether Murong Fu is a man or a woman, anyway, Murong Bo's death, with her abilities, she can't cause any big waves in the world.

So after that, Duan Yu told Huamanlou about Jiumozhi going to Tianlong Temple to show off his power and then being killed by himself.

Among them, it is natural to focus on describing her calm, bullish demeanor, sensational and unique martial arts, and Jiumozhi's miserable appearance of crying for his father and mother, and fleeing in embarrassment.

Hua Manlou maintained a smile to support her throughout the whole process, and refilled her tea at the right time, so as to prevent Duan Nuxia from talking too much, dry mouth, and smoke in her throat.

"I didn't expect that Murong Bo was still alive at that time." Duan Yu took up the water and drank it. "However, he spent 30 years stealing the martial arts secret books of Shaolin Temple. Could it be that he thought that Shaolin Temple martial arts would help him restore his country?" ? Then the abbot of Shaolin Temple has already ruled the world."

Hua Manlou smiled lightly, and said lightly, "Perhaps, he himself understands that there is no hope of restoring the country, but he is unwilling to give up at this point, so he has to do a difficult task that takes a lot of time to make himself feel at ease."

"Hmm..." Duan Yu raised his head and thought for a while, then nodded again and again, "What you said makes sense, I didn't even think of it."

After chatting with the two of them that day, Duan Yu felt that they seemed to be getting closer, but this kind of intimacy was a little different from the beginning.

She didn't seem to be the same as before. She wanted to kiss Hua ManLou when she saw Hua ManLou. She couldn't help but her heart beat faster, but her heart was always a little unresolved. It seemed that the two of them would be separated in a blink of an eye. , try to be happy together, don't have to think about more.

Now, getting along has become more natural, more tacit, and more peaceful.

Huamanlou also seemed to have some changes, he seemed to be more active, and seemed to talk more, not that Huamanlou was not good enough to her before, but he was probably more used to listening than expressing opinions, used to To wait and accompany, rather than take the initiative to do.

Duan Yu didn't know if she should be happy with Huamanlou's change.

She hadn't intended to change him.

"It's just that Bei Qiaofeng and Nan Murong are as famous as Brother Xiao. If you think about it, Mr. Murong is also a person of extraordinary demeanor. If he didn't have such an ordinary background, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state." Hua Manlou sighed.

Just now at the banquet, Xiao Feng already said that people in Canhe Villa in the south of the Yangtze River have gone to the empty building, and Murong is nowhere to be seen.

"Well, you're right," Duan Yu said, "However, I still know some inside information about this matter, which involves other people's privacy, so it's hard to say."

According to Wang Yanyu, Murong Fu was a kind and normal girl when she was young, but unfortunately she became more and more paranoid later, and finally couldn't turn back.

"It's okay," Hua Manlou said gently, "Anytime, anything, if you think you can't tell me, then you don't have to say it."

At this moment, Duan Yu thought of Wang Yanyu, and quickly shook him out of his head.

No matter what you say about your current incumbent, mentioning your predecessor is an extremely boring thing. Duan Yu would never do such a boring thing.

"Let's talk about other things, such as what kind of food do you like? Tofu nao likes sweet or salty? Zongzi like meat dumplings or sugar dumplings? Red pepper fried shredded pork like sugar or soy sauce? Fish like steamed Still fried”

Are these questions boring?

However, no matter how smart a couple is, if they find out the chat records in their daily relationship, [-]% of them are such boring topics.

Moreover, among smart couples, they can chat about these boring topics with gusto.

. . .

Duan Yu managed to return to Dali one day early.

Coming towards her face, what greeted her were the delicate pink and white petals of Chaozhuhua blown from Shangguan.

From the scenery of the northern country with thousands of miles of snow, to the scenery of the southern border full of flowers, I have to say that Duan Yu's trip this time is still very eye-opening.

She went directly to the palace to report to her mother, saying that she had returned on time.

"Understood." Emperor Tianming's eyes flashed with kindness first, and then quickly covered it up. He waved his hand to his daughter who came back on time, without any sign of missing him at all, as if he had just met yesterday, and because of meeting every day, he really Seeing boredom, I don't want to look at it any more.

"Mother, it's too much," Duan Yu rolled on the futon in the meditation room of Wumingyuan coquettishly, "It's been a long time since I saw it, and she doesn't miss me at all. She must have picked me up in the trash."

She had just harvested a large handful of red envelopes, stuffed with bulging skirts, and now she was tossed and almost fell out.

In the room besides Master Rongku, there were four Gaonis of this generation, except for Duan Yu's aunt Ben Mingshitai who happened to be absent.

"Of course your mother misses you," said Mrs. Ben Xiang. "Now that she is the lord of the country, of course she can't behave like she used to. She needs to behave properly, so no matter how much she misses you in her heart, she can't show it."

"Really?" Duan Yu pressed his collar to prevent the red envelope from falling, and sat up.

"Of course it's true." Master Ben nodded affirmatively.

"Your mother loved you so much since she was a child," Benyin echoed, "You have been away for so long, she has always missed you very much, and often comes to the temple to pray for you."

Master Rongku took out another red envelope from his sleeve and gave it to her to calm her down.

Duan Yu got a bag of red envelopes, soothed his beaten heart, and went back to his mansion full of ambition.

In the Dali Palace, after she left, Duan Hechun took a letter and worried about his sister.

"Sister, how do I tell Yu'er that I am not her biological mother, and that her biological mother, whom she has not seen for more than ten years, has arranged a marriage for her?"