Story of Yanxi Palace

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　　 Someone said she was crazy.

　　 Otherwise, you won't be throwing a needle in the yard overnight.

　　Wei Yingluo felt that sooner or later he would be mad-mad because of his anger. There was a fire in her heart, but she didn't know how to vent. If she was standing alone, it would be better to be alone, then a knife would do everything, but...

　　 "Father..." Wei Yingluo sighed.

　　Is it true that the feelings of father and daughter can be ignored?

　　 "Yeah, Fucha bodyguard is here."

　　Wei Yingluo looked up and saw Fucha Fu Heng walked into the courtyard. The two of them were facing each other. He suddenly looked away: "Er Qing, my sister has been in good health recently?"

I don’t know if it’s spring and autumn. The queen has been lethargic and has no bones on the bed. Several maids beside her are wondering if they would like to see a doctor, but Fu Heng first got the wind and entered the palace. Visit her.

　　 "It's not a big deal, it's the old love and the sleepy." Er Qing smiled.

　　 Fu Heng nodded: "Notify me."

　　Erqing entered the report, Wei Yingluo quietly walked behind the other party, raised his small hand, and gently pulled the other party's sleeve.

　　 The other party is unmoved.

　　 "Master..." Wei Yingluo whispered, even surprised herself, when her voice became so weak.

　　 Xu is because of the concubine Yu, let her become uneasy, like a bird with a bow, flying hard in the violent wind and rain, craving a branch that can temporarily avoid the rain.

　　Fu Heng didn't answer her and didn't look back.

　　 "Fucha guard." Er Qing hurried out from the inner hall, "The lady is waiting in the main hall."

　　Fu Heng yelled, pulling his sleeve out of Wei Yingluo's hands, and followed him behind Er Qing, and entered the hall with her.

　　 "What..." Watching him leave, Wei Yingluo couldn't help feeling overcast and murmured, "Smiling so brilliantly at her, but ignoring me..."

　　 For a time, my heart was sour and astringent. I couldn’t figure out what it was for. I just felt wronged and uncomfortable...

"what did you say?"

　　 The queen looked at her brother in front of her, and the expression of surprise filled her words.

　　 "Queen." Fucha Fu Heng looked calm and repeated what he had just said, "I want to marry Yingluo."

The queen leaned back into the chair, rubbed her temples, and persuaded with some headaches: "Fu Heng, Ying Luo, what a strong personality, is she willing to be a man's concubine? I am afraid that less than half a year, the Fucha family will It was earthshaking."

　　 "It seems that the queen knows Yingluo's personality better than me." Fu Heng smiled. "Since that is the case, how do you say the word concubine?"

　　The queen stared at him for a long time, until Fu Heng sighed and looked at her firmly, saying: "I want to lift the big car to welcome her into the door and marry her to be my wife!"

　　 Patted on the table with the right hand, the tea on the table suddenly jumped, the tea overflowed, and half the table was filled. The queen sat straight and stared at him: "Fucha Fu Heng, do you know what you are talking about?"

　　 "I know." Fu Heng still seemed very calm. "The Wei family was only coated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but I was sure to persuade Amarenang to let me marry her into the government."

　　 The queen shook her head. She was not as innocent as her brother, and said with a solemn tone: "Fu Heng! Ama's so old-fashioned personality, can you promise this kind of marriage that is improper and wrong?"

　　 Fu Hengchao blinked: "Isn't there a sister you?"

　　The queen was stumped, and then she threw out her fan in an annoyed manner: "Okay, after a long time, you counted me!"

The fan turned a few times in the air and didn’t wait for it to land. He was picked up by Fu Heng with a smile on his lips and shook his chest. "Fu Heng didn’t dare to forget the grace of parenting. It's a big deal of filial piety to marry them, but if I want to marry my wife and have children, only the people who match my heart will be chosen. Otherwise, I would rather not marry anyone and stay my life."

　　 Although he was laughing, he was not a joke.

The queen knew her brother and knew that he had made up his mind. Even if he didn’t help, he would go on alone, shook his head, and said helplessly: "Well, even if I help you persuade them, but Yingluo is still serving the court lady in the inner court, what do you want? do?"

Fu Heng frowned, not waiting for him to think about the answer, and the queen sighed again: "Fu Heng, you know that yesterday Qiqi Festival, in order to win the game, Ying Luo wore four hours of needles, and finally fainted, A person treats himself so cruelly, what about others? If you are ashamed of her in the future—"

　　 The queen likes Wei Yingluo very much, but it does not mean that she likes everything. In particular, Wei Yingluo's unwillingness to walk alone always gives people the illusion of falling off one foot and falling into a cliff.

　　If Fu Heng was beside her, wouldn't she want to be pulled down by her together?

"I understand." Faced with her sister's concerns, Fu Heng hesitated, and finally decided to confess her heart, "Sister, I really please her, willing to accept everything from her, her good, her bad, her Love and hate are strong, and her grievances are clear. Fucha Fu Heng never makes an oath easily, but as long as he marries Wei Yingluo, he will treat her well forever and will never let her down!"

　　 The queen looked at him and was speechless for a while.

　　Although she is an empress, she lives above the tens of thousands of people, sits on the world's rare treasures, and is rich in foreign treasures. At this moment, she is also envious of Wei Yingluo.

　　Easy to find priceless treasures, rare lovers.

　　 Long time sighed, although the look was still harsh, but the tone was a little soft, the queen asked: "Fu Heng, have you ever asked, is Yingluo willing to marry you?"

"Even if her heart is a piece of ice, I will warm it with my sincerity." Fu Hengji said seriously, "Two days a day is not enough, two years a year is not enough, every year, every year, every year, the total One day, I will get her promise."

　　 between the lines, so tender.

　　 across a door, Er Qing stood motionless at the door, with a pot of tea in her hand, a tray of hot pastries, and the heat on the pastries gradually dissipated, but the envy on her face grew.

　　 There are no perfect people, all have desires.

Some people are asking for money, some are looking for color, some are looking for momentum. As a daughter of the power minister, Er Qing is naturally in the heart of the Changchun Palace, but he is also looking for something. Be shared by someone.

"As soon as the embroidered girl enters Changchun, the queen favors you and promotes you." Er Qing murmured in his heart. "Now, even Fucha also likes you, why all the good things in the world happen to you, and the others even drink soup Not up..."

　　Erqing's thoughts were chaotic, but Wei Yingluo had already packed his mind.

　　 The palace gate opened, and the familiar footsteps crossed the palace gate and came behind her step by step.

　　 "Cough."

　　 A slightly intentional cough sounded behind her.

　　 Wei Yingluo, as if he didn't hear it, was still squatting beside the flower bush, and the golden scissors in his hand clicked and pruned the branch in front of his eyes.

　　If you ignore me, I will turn a blind eye to you.

　　 "Ying Luo." Fu Heng's voice rang behind her, "Someone gave me a sachet yesterday."

　　 The hands pruning the flowering branches were slightly stunned.

　　 "As soon as I saw it, I knew it wasn't you." Fu Heng smiled. "You are one of the most embroidered girls in this year's embroidery workshop. How can you embroider orchids into leeks?"

　　 Clicked, an orchid fell off the branch.

　　Wei Yingluo looked at the orchid with a blank expression, but his heart was not calm at all.

　　 "Then did you accept it?"-This sentence almost blurted out.

　　 "The Qixi Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet, this day is different, and the sachet of this day is also different." Fu Heng gently said, "It is for the sweetheart."

　　 Suddenly bitter in his mouth, sweet and sour, angry and wronged, Wei Yingluo chewed hard, and swallowed hard, and finally vomited out, there was only one sentence that seemed to care nothing: "Master is here to show off to me?"

　　 "I came to Xingshi for guilt." Fu Heng's voice suddenly fell, "Who did you give me your sachet?"

　　Wei Yingluo froze for a moment, turned around, but saw Fu Heng standing against the light, standing behind her without expression.

　　 "I'm angry." He suddenly stretched out his hand, "What about my sachet?"

　　Wei Yingluo stared at him for a long while, and suddenly his face screamed, "What's your sachet, didn't do it."

　　 "When will it be done?" Fu Heng looked unwilling.

　　 actually made Wei Yingluo amused. She set aside the gold scissors in her hands, clapped her hands, stood up, and tilted her head to smile at him: "You are a great young master, and I can't make a sachet without me?"

　　 Unexpectedly, Fu Heng nodded solemnly and said to her: "Missing."

　　Wei Yingluo looked at him with a smile, seeing that he had never laughed, and he gradually converged with a smile.

　　 "Yingluo." Fu Heng suddenly took her hand, his strength was not heavy, as if his eyes were heavy, "I don't have a sachet to send you, only one sentence to give you."

　　 "Why, what's the matter?" Wei Yingluo regretted after asking, and withdrew his hand back, "I still have something in your hand, you have something, and I will say it next time..."

　　 "Don't run away." Fu Heng grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her back in front of herself. "I know your mind is heavy, but I don't care."

　　 Wei Yingluo lowered his head and said: How could he not care.

　　 "Because there are so many obsessions, there will be a day when I will let go."

　　Who knows when that day is, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, or maybe I can’t let go until I die...

　　 "Until then, I will wait for you."

　　 Wei Yingluo looked down and looked up at the other party.

　　 She hoped that she could find deception and false feelings in the eyes of the other party, but only a piece of sincerity hit her.

"I will always wait for you..." Fu Heng looked at her and took out her heart completely in front of her, as if vowing, "Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, or maybe I die." I will be there for you until your heart opens to me that day."

　　Wei Yingluo only felt hot.

　　 She never knew the power of language. He used only one sentence to smooth out the restlessness in her heart, swept away the haze in her heart, made her somehow want to cry...

　　 "I..." Just when she wanted to say something in response to him, a scream sounded, faintly as Er Qing's voice.

　　 "Come here, come soon!" Er Qing screamed, "The Queen Mother fainted!"

　　Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng looked at each other, and the two changed color, and then rushed towards the palace gate together.