Story of Yanxi Palace

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　　 "Young Master."

　　The only person who would call him with this title.

　　 Fucha Fu Heng turned around and said, "What are you looking for... Wei Yingluo."

The weather is getting colder, and the ladies have put on their winter clothes, but they see a touch of light red coming from the middle of the wind and snow. It's so beautiful, so beautiful, like a voluptuous finger with lipstick. In the past, Dongxue was also stained with rouge.

　　 "Young Master." The girl in red walked in front of Fucha Fu Heng, handed a weird thing, and said with a smile, "This is for you."

　　 Fucha Fu Heng didn't answer, only looked down: "What is this?"

"Queen empresses are always nagging, worrying that you will feel cold when standing on the tuyere, but men are no better than women, and they don’t need a stove. I went to the kitchen to beg for a pork roast, filled with hot water, sealed with twine, and stuck in my arms It's warm," she said, suddenly putting something in his arms into his arms, "Look, isn't it?"

　　 Fucha Fu Heng's mouth was hot, and I wondered whether it was because of her concern or because of something in her arms.

But as a guard in the palace, how could he accept the gifts from the maid, if it was discovered that he would have nothing to do, but Wei Yingluo was afraid that he would be out of luck, so he reached out and pushed the thing back: "No, I don’t cold."

But the girl in front of me smiled, not only the gift was appropriate, but also the reason was found for him: "If someone asks, you say that the queen sent you by the court lady, why not allow the queen to care about her brother? "

　　 Fucha Fu Heng still hesitated, but saw her slowly lower her head and sighed.

　　 "You gave me my medicine, and I want to give you something back, but I really can't get anything decent to come..." Wei Yingluo said softly, "You...but I hate..."

　　 "...I don't dislike it." Fucha Fu Heng was silent for a moment, and raised his hand to take over the hot pig roast, "Thank you."

　　 Wei Yingluo suddenly looked up and smiled at him.

　　 For a few hours after this, Fucha Fu Heng had been a little distracted, and the smile of Wei Yingluo always appeared in front of him, and suddenly a spring breeze came, and thousands of trees and pears blossomed.

　　 "Ha Qiu!" Suddenly, the friend Hai Lancha sneezed, and then rubbed his arms with his hands. "It's all the time. The wind in the Forbidden City is still so cold. I pour it directly into my neck, huh!"

　　 Other guards are not much better. The cold wind is steep, but they are suffering from the guards on duty who are so cold that their teeth tremble, but they can't leave their posts. They can only walk on the spot or rub their bodies to keep warm.

　　 Among the group of bodyguards who were so pale, their face was normal, and even the ruddy Fucha Fu Heng was extremely conspicuous.

"...What is hiding in your arms?" Hailancha's eyes were so good, his hands and feet were faster, the words had not been finished, his hands had been stretched out, and he grabbed the pig's bulge from Fucha Fu Heng's arms and was irritated. Hot, he couldn't help but shudder, and he was pleasantly surprised, "Yeah, what kind of stuff, ho, so warm!"

　　 talked, and kept busy putting it into his arms.

　　 "Give me back!" Fucha Fu Heng hurriedly reached for it.

　　Since they were young, Fucha Fuheng is strong, but Hailancha is not bad. The small kung fu of various short soldiers came out, and Fucha Fuheng couldn't take back the pigs for a while.

"What are you doing so nervous?" Hailancha also had an air conditioner to play with him. "Is it someone else's gift? This thing looks inconspicuous, but it's a coincidence. Look at your nervous look, it's probably not a man's gift, is it... …Which little maidservant is attentive to you?"

　　 Fucha Fu Heng hastily denied: "No!"

"No?" Hylanda immediately said with a hippie smile, "If it was a woman who gave you something, I would not dare to ask for it, but since it is not, then what our brothers still share with each other, yours is mine, I'm welcome to smile Aha!"

Le Ji was sad, and he saw Hailancha screaming, and the tower-like man rolled down to the ground, just shouting cold, but now he pressed his chest tightly to the icy snow. Snow piled into his arms.

　　 "Hylancha, Hailancha! What's the matter with you?" Fucha Fu Heng squatted down to look around. After seeing the situation, he was startled, then angry, "...how could..."

　　 "Wei Yingluo!"

　　Wei Yingluo, who was sweeping the snow, stopped his broom and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

　　 A court lady said to her: "The Fucha bodyguard is waiting for you by the well behind the palace, saying something to ask."

So fast? Wei Yingluo Leng Leng, then nodded: "Thank you, I will go!"

　　 In the morning beside the wells, the two met again.

　　 The same wind and snow, the same red clothes, the only difference is his attitude.

　　 Fucha Fu Heng clasped Wei Yingluo's wrist and looked down at her with unspeakable anger: "I have any hatred between you and you. You want to hurt me like this!"

　　Wei Yingluo looked up at him, so he pretended to be surprised: "Master, what are you talking about?"

　　 "That pig!" Fucha Fu Heng said in a deep voice, but his eyes were irritated, more disappointed, "explosion."

　　Unexpectedly, in the next second, a warm object entered his arms.

　　Nephrite Wenxiang was actually a daughter's hand.

The sky-spirited anger was mostly wiped out by her touch, Fucha Fuheng seemed to be stabbed by a sword, and she stepped back and forth for several steps until she leaned against the well and was froze by the cold well. It’s cool, so he’s settled, but he still has a red-faced equator: "What are you doing?"

　　 "Why did the pork roast explode?" Wei Yingluo's body snuggled up, his hands stretched out toward his chest again, "I see, have you hurt you?"

　　She walked so anxiously and threw herself so arrogantly that she was about to fall into the well with him.

Fucha Fu Heng quickly picked her up, and with a firm effort, the man settled in place like a green pine bite stone and sighed: "It's not me, it's my friend Hailancha, he was burned by the pig's bun ."

Wei Yingluo Leng Leng, then slowly lowered his head, hiding his expression at the moment in the shadows, only gently said: "It is not just that the young master is injured, it is because I am too anxious, just thinking of giving you a gift early , The result is that Zhu Yuan's mouth is not sealed, your friend... is he alright?"

　　 "It's okay, but the burn is not light." Fucha Fu Heng paused, squinting in disbelief, "Are you really not intentional?"

Wei Yingluo raised his head slowly, and the snowflakes melted on her skin. The heat she exhaled almost touched his face. This enthusiasm made Fucha Fuheng's cheeks hot, and even felt that she did not need to explain. Will also believe her.

　　 "Master, are you really okay?" Wei Yingluo slowly raised a hand and gently stroked his cheek, "Is your face so red, is it burnt?"

　　 Fucha Fu Hengfei quickly grabbed her unruly hand: "No, I don't have..."

　　 "But your face is very red." Wei Yingluo's eyes moved to his hand, "hands are also very hot."

　　 Fucha Fu Hengzhen let go of his hand like a scald, turned around rather embarrassed and left.

Behind 　　, there is the girl’s crisp and laughter: "Master, actually the pork chop is packed with ice in summer, and it is very cool against the skin. I will make another one that day and give it to you for summer!"

　　 Fucha Fu Heng didn't even have the courage to turn around, and fled all the way. When he returned to the guard's room, it happened that the doctor had just changed the medicine for Hailancha and was packing up the medicine box.

　　 "Hey, why is my life so bitter?" Hailancha lay in bed and sighed, "I didn't die on the battlefield, but I was almost killed by a pot."

"The scourge has lasted for thousands of years, so rest assured you can't die." Fucha Fu Heng sent away Tai Yi and found a stool to sit beside him, caring, "What does Tai Yi say, it doesn't matter, do you need to give you leave?" ?"

"Then give me ten days of leave, so I can avoid the ghost weather." Hailancha asked for a leave without any politeness. Seeing Fucha Fu Heng gave it a sigh of relief. , "I've received it for you, how about, tell me about your good things?"

　　 This kind of joke, Hailancha usually opened a lot, but this time alone, Fucha Fu Hengleng was a bit dry, and hesitated for a moment before he replied: "...how can there be any good."

Helanca looked at the door and suddenly forgot his injuries. He climbed up from the bed and said to him with great interest: "Fu Heng, although this stuff is exploded, I still have to say To be fair! How troublesome it is to deal with pork roasts, and you have to use hemp rope to string up the seals. You have to stay up for two overnights. People are doing this for you, in addition to the secret secrets, why else!"

　　 "So troublesome?" Fucha Fu Heng suddenly regained his mind, the other party is arrogant!

"Isn't it?" Hailancha patted his shoulder and said happily, "I dare to bet with my life, this girl who sent you a kettle pot must be in love with you! How about you? Do you like her? Like her? Which point?"

　　 Which point?

　　Innumerable pictures flooded into Fucha Fuheng's eyes in an instant.

　　 She was like rouge dyed red winter snow.

　　 She suddenly came like a spring breeze, and thousands of trees and pear trees smiled.

　　She had the smooth skin held in his hands by him.

　　 "Hey, how about you?" Hylanda shook his shoulder. "Which point?"

　　 Every point.

　　 "...Shut up, you!" Fucha Fu Heng was suddenly annoyed, but did not know whether it was annoying the other party or himself.

"Wei, don't go, come back, just make a joke, how angry!" Hailancha shouted with a voice in the back, but did not retain the footsteps of Fucha Fu Heng, but he also determined what, hippie smiled Shout to the other person's back, "The weather is cold, next time you get a good match if you are given a new pig, remember to use it for brothers!"