The Conqueror Isn’t Alone

Uncle Suntong thought about it, but still felt uneasy, so he went to the prime minister's mansion.

At that time, Fan Zeng was still moaning about the dozens of counties that were about to be sent out as dowry gifts before they were warmed up. After learning from the hesitant Shusun Tong, it was not the bearded girl he thought he was going to marry, but him. When the national scholar in my heart served first...

Fan Zeng shuddered, and let the teacup fall to the ground on the spot, smashing it to pieces!

The scalding hot tea splashed onto his feet and made the back of his feet red, but he didn't seem to notice it, he just asked in a daze, "Is that true...?"

Seeing Prime Minister Fan's reaction, Shusun Tong thought that he was not listening in the court, and said with a bitter face: "How dare you use the empress as a joke!"

Fan Zeng was dumbfounded on the spot.

It's just that he has lived for more than seventy years and has seen countless storms and waves.

After finally stabilizing his beating heart, he took a trembling breath and started to think.

What His Majesty wants to accept is actually the male empress—the emperor's husband? Monarch?

For a while, Fan Zeng didn't know how to call the former General Lu and the Empress Lu three days later.

It stands to reason that he should have strongly opposed it after hearing such shocking things.

However, at the next moment, he suddenly realized that the ten counties of the former Xiongnu that he had just been thinking about had suddenly changed his left hand to his right hand, and after the wedding, it still belonged to Da Chu!

Apart from the joy of being lost and regained, Feng Xian, who is a unparalleled national soldier, loyal to the Great Chu, and made great contributions, is a thousand times better than the Hu female football he originally thought!

Fan Zeng thought in a strange way: Your Majesty is powerful, brave, and brave. The enemy is shocked when he hears about it, and women and children feel terrified when they think about it... If such an unrivaled hero marries an ordinary beautiful woman, Wouldn't it be commonplace?

His majesty's eyes and eyes, only Cangjie, Yushun and Chong'er used to be in history, and now they have tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and cherish the dignity of emperors.

It is a spectacle to marry the powerful general Lu Fengxian, who has the power to conquer mountains and rivers, has the wisdom to strategize, and has the courage to drive millions of cavalry.

What's more, in this way, Fengxian, who was determined to go back to hermitage, can be completely left behind.

As long as there is Fengxian, even if I die, I don't have to worry about His Majesty or relapse into old ways.

When Shusun Tong still looked at Prime Minister Fan with concern, he was shocked to see Prime Minister Fan's blank face at first, then panic and panic, then subtle puzzlement, and finally a happy smile...

What's going on here?

Shu Suntong really couldn't figure out where that look of joy came from, but Fan Zeng, who had figured everything out in a blink of an eye, had returned to his usual capable and steady appearance.

Seeing that Shusun Tong was still in a daze, he frowned and said, "Your Majesty and Feng—the Great General have given the order, so you will do as you please, so there is no need to say more."

Uncle Suntong said in a daze, "...The dowry list is...?"

Fan Zeng emphasized his tone: "Follow it."

The Xiongnu had only one head, countless cattle, sheep and livestock, and more than a dozen counties in the original Xiongnu base.

Even if one is taken out, it is full of weight, far richer than those dead things like gold, silver and jewelry.

In the future, if there is really a sturdy and unparalleled general who follows Fengxian's example and achieves such a great achievement, he intends to use it as a dowry... Why can't the emperor marry him!

After returning to the prime minister's mansion in a daze, Shu Suntong looked back with complicated eyes, full of emotion.

——In the end, it is the prime minister, who has the spirit of still standing still before the collapse of Mount Tai.

What Shu Suntong didn't know was that Fan Zeng got on the carriage with his back foot as soon as he left, left the prime minister's mansion, and went straight to the palace.

Right now in Fengxian Palace, Lu Bu was drunk to the point of intoxication, talking nonsense about 'stupid woman' and 'evil woman'.

And every time the 'evil woman' approached him, he seemed to feel something, opened his bewildered tiger eyes, stretched out his arms very naturally, and leaned forward to ask for a sticky kiss.

Has Xiang Yu ever seen his sweetheart in such a state of drunkenness? Since there is no way to fight back, I can only push the boat with the current and follow the flow, with the help of support and care, I kissed again, again, and again...

Just as the distance of a hundred steps from the outer hall to the sleeping hall, in the repeated kisses and dawdling, the Emperor Chu, who was deeply in the confusion and love he had never had before, longed to leave forever. When the end was not over, Yafu, who was spoiling the scenery, arrived.

Hearing that Yafu was waiting outside the hall, Xiang Yu frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then let this rare and intimate drunk tiger hang on his neck, and directly passed the person in.

Although he had a vague guess in his heart, when he stepped into the palace, he saw that His Majesty, who was always sitting upright on weekdays, was not only sitting casually, but also had a look of nostalgia for the drunk and flushed Lu... When Empress Lu hugged him, Fan Zeng was still shocked. The pupils shrunk slightly, and the expression on his face was tense only after taking a risk.

Xiang Yu put all his thoughts on the queen who was hanging on his body, and said absently: "Father Ya, please sit down."

Fan Zeng also absent-mindedly thanked the queen, but instead of sitting down, he stood in the hall and asked with a helpless smile: "Your Majesty wants to welcome you first, but you forgot to let us know!"

After catching the word "Fengxian", he managed to get back Xiang Yu's thoughts. After hearing this, he couldn't help frowning: "In the daytime above the court hall, I announced it myself."

Fan Zeng said emphatically, "Your Majesty only said 'we will be married in three days', but he didn't say 'we will be married to Marquis Lu'!"

Wen Ya's father's words were firm, but Xiang Yu's hesitation and a little inconceivable said: "However, besides Feng Xian, who else in the world can be my good match?"

At that time, he was only thinking about his sweetheart who was still taking a bath and changing clothes. He wished he could blink and look forward to the next three days.

After the wedding.

It is not only an inadvertent negligence immersed in sweetness, but also a natural thing that his subconscious officials should know well-if he hadn't been first, how could he have married someone else?

Xiang Yu frowned, thinking to himself that this can't be careless.

He reluctantly glanced at the drunk tiger who was muttering in his arms and was full of 'Benhou', and the next moment he picked him up neatly, and strode into the bedroom in front of Yafu, which can be called gentle. Put people on the couch.

But he didn't know that after doing this action, Fan Zeng, an old bone, was shocked again.

He pressed the twitching eyelids calmly, and managed to stabilize the smile on his face.

Seeing that the night was not yet deep, the Emperor Chu summoned all the ministers who were still in the slowing down, solemnly declared: "Three days later, I will marry Marquis Lu—the first will be the last."

Although even if you don't deliberately invite people in, it will be known to everyone when the Prime Minister's office prepares the imperial edict tomorrow morning.

But with the joy of getting his long-cherished wish fulfilled, how could Xiang Yu be willing to wait until tomorrow?

After striking down the third thunderbolt of the day, the emperor of Chu State, who was sure that he had declared his identity as the empress, was already on the body of his sweetheart sleeping drunk alone in the dormitory, so he couldn't wait to drive away the still dazed outsiders. Stride back and forth.

At this moment, Lu Bu was so drunk that he was restless lying on the couch.

He closed his eyes and groped for a long time. He didn't grope for the silly woman, so he opened a pair of drunk eyes and turned around. It seemed depressed again.

When Xiang Yu hurried back after delaying for a while, Lu Bu had lost his temper on his own and fell into a dark sleep.

After leaving Xiang Yu feeling sorry for a while, he changed his clothes and went to bed without thinking, and secretly fell asleep happily holding his beloved Drunk Tiger.

When Lu Bu woke up, he fell asleep until the sun was up.

Unlike the naive woman who had to go to court in the morning, he was temporarily a son-in-law who had no official position and job, and could rely on his salary with peace of mind, so he was happy and relaxed.

He straightened up and sat up, and there was a dull pain in his head shaking, and he let out an "ow" on the spot.

This "awk" attracted Xiang Yu who had been handling official business in the side hall: "Fengxian?"

Lu Bu was pouring the hangover soup prepared by the palace servant on the table with a bitter face, when he caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye, he waved his free hand to indicate that it was okay.

But Xiang Yu didn't go back to the side hall immediately, but sat down beside him, staring at him silently.

Even though Lu Bu boasted that he was very thick-skinned, he was a little burned by the undisguised affection in the scorching eyes.

——This woman really admires me so much that she obediently waits beside me even for a few sips of water.

Thinking of it this way, Lu Bu felt a little complacent and also a little unconsciously happy.

After drinking the hangover soup, whether it really helped or not, I always felt that the headache caused by the hangover was much better on the spot.

Lu Bu cleared his throat, moved a small jug of unopened wine to his bosom.

He tore open the seal casually, but kept looking at the shy woman from the corner of his eyes, as if hesitating for something.

Not long after, he made up his mind and raised his voice: "Come here, get a gourd!"

Not to mention how inexplicable this request is, Lu Bu gave the order, and within a short time, someone found a dried gourd.

It was late autumn, so it was impossible for there to be any fresh gourds left, but the dry ones were just right for Lu Bu.

He weighed it in his hand for a while, then resolutely aimed at one place, and chopped off with the knife in his hand, causing the gourd to split into two petals on the left and right on the spot.

The jar of wine that was newly torn from the seal was evenly divided and poured into the two gourds.

Lu Bu's eyeballs flicked wildly, but he didn't just push it away like in the past. Instead, he held one of the petals with both hands, and put it in the hand of Xiang Yu who opened his hands subconsciously.

"Accepted!"

Lu Bu muttered something, then held up his own petal.

At this moment, he finally raised his head, and met Han Po Niang's pair of fiery double pupils, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

In his previous life, when he married Yan's wife, he was still confused about everything, and he couldn't say how happy he was, so he didn't follow Qin customs and drink this Hebei wine...

He didn't know if he would really have a drink on the day of his wedding, but he didn't want to miss it no matter what.

Under Xiang Yu's piercing gaze, Lu Bu straightened his back, and took the half-petaled gourd with him seriously, raised his head to drink, and then went down halfway.

Xiang Yu's petal gourd is also half left.

After the two tacitly exchanged their respective gourds, they were about to finish drinking the wine.

It seems... what else should I say?

Lu Bu searched his brains for a while, and finally pulled out a sentence from a corner.

Compared with Xiang Yu, who can easily read Chu Ge's love words, he has never been good at this, so he said slowly: "May you live forever—"

Before he could rack his brains and come up with the next sentence, Xiang Yu had already wrapped his arm around his right arm with the half-hugging arm, suddenly tightening the distance between the two of them.

Lu Bu didn't prevent him from doing this, his eyes widened, thanks to his quick reaction, he didn't let this sudden move spill the very important wine in his hand.

He was about to scold this silly woman who almost broke the wine, when he felt his ears burn.

At this moment, the two of them are very close, the tips of their noses touch each other, the gleam of their eyes reflects each other, and even their burning breath seems to be mixed together.

Lu Bu pursed his lips subconsciously, and heard the man in front of him say in a low voice, "Drunk with you."