Legend of Fu Yao - v6 Chapter 8.2

“Wait to go back to the palace to check, there should be on the wind.”

“Drinking and drinking.” Meng Fu shook the big glass toast. “It’s just an irrelevant thing, what to look for.” She took the Yalanzhu fighting wine. “Come here, the feelings are deep and stuffy. Whoever is not drunk tonight is the tortoise.”

She is interested in making Arlan beads happy, picking up her sleeves and persuading her.

“Come on, cloud marks, have a good fortune…”

“Beads, all seasons are rich!”

“Fighting North Field, Five Fortunes!”

“The long-term grandson, Liuliu Dashun…”

“Hey, ingot, eight parties come to treasure…”

“Nine tails… come, ninety-nine ones…”

When the night is quiet, Meng Fu shakes up a cellar to stand up, slaps and pulls down the mat, and pushes the cup to the cloud, and pushes her long-term grandson to the cloud. On the one hand, Lan Lanzhu stumbled and walked away.

The long-term Sun Wuji chased it up and whispered in her ear: “Shake, tonight is the month of the Rakshasa, how much you should be careful, live next door to me.”

“Going, but it is a legend, girl I am still afraid of a moon?” Meng Fu shook him away, dragged Yalanzhu and left, while low in her ear: “Hey, beads, since it is tonight What is the month of Rakshasa, can I sleep well with you? Well, you also protect me, if there is a strong person who is worried about it?”

“Get it, you can’t afford to be a strong man.” Yalanzhu also had a bit of drunkenness, and did not push her on the face.

“I am going to hold my pillow.” Meng Fu shook his tongue and walked back. On the road, he met the long-term grandson. He stayed outside her door and saw her coming back with a sigh of relief. “Don’t sleep there.”

“What do you think about it?” Meng Fu shook him away, trying to say that he was coming back to take the pillow. He didn’t want a wine cellar to come up and press the words down. He stumbled into it and couldn’t climb up when he went to bed.

Feeling that behind the long-term Sun Wuji followed up, sitting next to her and gently touching her hair, it seemed to gaze at her for a long time, vaguely sighing and sighing in the house, then he got up, took off her boots, covered her, Blow out the lights and gently go out.

Meng Fu was so drunk that he couldn’t get up for a while. His face was buried in the pillow and he groaned. I don’t know how long I slept. Huo’an was shocked and saw a bright red moon in the sky.

She felt thirsty. She grabbed the tea sip at the table for a while, and her mind was clear. She remembered that she had said that she had come back to take a pillow. Why did she fall asleep? Pearl will not be waiting for her? When I looked at the hour and didn’t sleep for a long time, I hugged my pillow and went out again.

It is very quiet along the way, there are not many guards in the palace, and all kinds of arrays are also a layer of orientation. The red moon shines on the top of the head. The ground is covered with a faint silver-red color, like a layer of unclean obscurity. Blood, Meng Fu shakes the heart of the unreasonable, and stands in the moonlight.

This station is set, and all the five senses are opened, and suddenly the words from the wind are captured.

It belongs to the voice of the great-grandchild.

“…don’t let her know…”

“…the army is moving…”

“…hold me, wait for me…”

What do you mean? What do you mean by these words? What is going to be on your own? Why is the side army good to move? What is he going to do?

And he has been looking like a little bit tonight, she is drunk on weekdays. He must take advantage of it. Tonight, she left without waiting for anything. She came back to hold the pillow and he stayed at the door. She thought he was going to steal again. Fragrant, but he is like that, just like to just witness her return.

Meng Fu shakes his frown and stands there. He thinks that he has stopped her from staying in the Yalanzhu Palace tonight, and then thinks about the idea of ​​an earlier day. He only feels that it is all in the middle of the autumn. Suddenly, it is cold from the fingertips to the toes.

Just such a sigh of God, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. Looking at the figure, it seems that the grandson is promise.

Meng Fu Shao immediately followed the past.

The shadow of the light purple long dress fluttering, in the wind, if nothing flutters, and then across the layers of eaves, the subtlety of the light, the current hairpin, in addition to the long-term grandchild no one can reach.

He went straight to the Yalanzhu Palace.

Meng Fu shook, but the heart jumped up. Every time I was near the Yalanzhu Palace, her heart would be tight. If the iron chain fell on a big stone, every time I dragged an inch, the chain would go deep into the flesh and blood. in the end.

The grandson is stepless… What are you going to do?

She followed, watching the long-term grandson drift into the Yalanzhu Palace, watching him silently plunged into the inner chamber of the palace, watching him enter the temple, the red moonlight was innocently sprinkled down, shining in front of the window, reflecting on the window paper Long figure.