Liu Shen pinched Fuchen's neck with both hands, and his face was covered with veins - he was very angry.
Fuchen had a dumb look on his face and let him move.
The feeling of suffocation soon came, the brain was deprived of oxygen, and the hands were weak.
Fuchen calmed himself down and stood firm.
After holding on for a while, Fuchen finally became so panicked that he staggered over and Liu Shen let go.
Breathing smoothly, Fuchen quickly stabilized his mind and body.
After calming down, he looked at the ruthless man with a lion-like hand and shouted, "Come here! Prepare a bath!"
Jing was taken down, and the mess on the floor was quickly cleaned.
In the dormitory, Fuchen and Liu Shen were cleaning each other in a bucket, with only a screen in between.
When we returned to the palace, it happened to be the first snow.
"Bring me a set of men's clothes!" Fuchen spread out on the toffee chair, trying to add an identity to himself or Liu Shen.
His face was wearing the human skin she always wore, and Fu Chen was a little uncomfortable with it for a while.
At that time, she did mean to humiliate her, but she changed her mind for some unknown reason. The country seemed very important to her, but it didn't seem that important.
The people next to me immediately shouted, "You are not a virgin!"
Fuchen raised his head and looked over. Liu Shen raised his neck and closed his eyes to relax - he didn't drown himself.
As the twelfth lunar month arrives, preparations for the New Year begin.
The body, hair and skin are affected by the parents - people in the world still value hair very much. But when I think about it, she doesn't care about anything and she has ascended the throne. Who dares to say anything about her?
Opening the content at will, it is a very vulgar ghost love story, but in it, there is a story about twins.
Damn, so tired.
Tired from fighting, this time we really stopped fighting.
"But I was afraid that if I went to attack the south, the north would not be able to defend it. In the end, I would be left empty-handed and with a bloody head."
If you get used to it, you will become a savage early on.
After everyone was busy for three months, the country finally became stable.
Fuchen glanced at it and took out the antidote from his arms.
"Virgin!"
The next day, when the dust started to rise, there was no one around. When I walked over, I saw Liu Shen being served by a palace maid, combing her hair.
Although the Zhou family threw the "flood" label back to the Zhang family, the Zhou family was also disgraced.
Only the pages about the twins have signs of being read, the others are very new and cannot be reprinted.
Fuchen Shen Shen was thinking about tomorrow's events and said, "Tomorrow those salt merchants will definitely come to share the profits. Then a bunch of women will be crammed in to fill the harem, and they will also divide the city to do business and do things for the new gentry. We have to consider business law.
Specifications, future development are in a mess, it's a headache. Just go ahead. The dragon robe is right next to it." Fuchen yawned.
"Besides, don't I have a way to restrain you?" Fuchen said.
Fuchen directly gave himself the title of "Mighty General", led Gui Wunan across the Lan River, and surrounded the major cities. Gui Wu was a very down-to-earth guy. If he didn't do anything else, he would just bring a big mountain rat with him.
He was also named "Little Zhuge" by his side.
Liu Shen took the medicine and reached out to kill someone!
Fuchen also reacted immediately and started to attack.
Liu Shen went from the South Study Room to the back garden to the Guanxi Pavilion, spent an afternoon and an entire evening haggling, talking about things, doing Tai Chi, singing and dancing, and collecting rare and rare treasures. When he returned to the dormitory, it was already midnight and he was really tired.
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The barriers brought about by time and space, identity, position, mission, and responsibilities will never break through people's hearts. But occasionally, really just occasionally, I hope to have someone by my side, that's all.
But the floods also greatly damaged the interests of southerners.
The plague is off.
After fighting until late at night, both of them were tired and verbally agreed to stop fighting.
She wanted him to die, and he knew it.
"I will first arrange for the salt merchant to come over in the afternoon. You have a rest in the morning, and I will deal with the legal matters." Fuchen took off a new dragon robe and put it on himself, and also put on a human skin mask for himself.
During this period of time, everyone was also trying to find out who the Zhou family was, heading to Zhou City in the north. Naturally, this investigation brought up the Zhou family’s plague.
Economics, politics, military, there are too many things to consider.
Liu Shen snorted and looked out the window. Under the moonlight, the blue bricks and gray tiles were covered with snow, cold and lonely.
The two of them had a fight in the dormitory, which raised the roof to the ceiling. When they were tired from the fight, Liu Shencai said, "Sure. But I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."
Fuchen put on his clothes carefully and walked to the window.
They were only quiet for a while, and then they started typing again in unison.
Don't die in the hands of others - the two of them thought, raising their heads and drinking.
If it weren't for the fear of Liu Shen overthinking and dying of shame and anger, I wouldn't have added a screen to give him a private space.
Now that the country has just stabilized, Fuchen is not afraid of trouble. But if we don't trouble the southern gentry now, it will be their turn to trouble them next year.
Fuchen changed his clothes, and Liu Shen waved his hand to let people go down.
Outside the window, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, showing a chill.
Everyone was so busy that they couldn't find the ground.
The gentry, when placed in the imperial court, were basically civil servants.
Fuchen and Liu Shen spent this New Year's Eve together.
There was no sound from the side. Not even the sound of water.
It seemed that at that time, this guy's feet were always in front of her eyes, and the same was true when he kicked her blind when she was about to be born.
A huge sound of water sounded in the room, and it was time for the man to get up.
The Zhou family is eloquent and can speak out as historians and admonishers, and it is easy to manipulate public opinion.
Fuchen snorted, obviously not agreeing. He glanced at it from the ground, worried that it would rain at night and be soaked in the house, so he climbed onto the dragon bed to sleep.
Fuchen looked coldly and simply blamed the Zhou family for the Zhang family's bombing of the Qiaojun embankment, which caused the flood.
"It's just right for us to have light and darkness."
Zhou Jiaguang just wants to take off the "flood disaster" hat, which is enough.
As if subconsciously, the two slept side by side. Suddenly they thought the bed was a mother's womb.
In the morning, Fuchen discussed the new law with the newly appointed deputy prime minister and deputy minister. Mandrill's "male-male marriage" was also involved. Seven or eight people were arguing about the law. Fuchen made a decision and it must be implemented.
A new court, a new kingdom, the first year under a new atmosphere.
The floating dust subconsciously digs out space.
The time has also reached the beginning of autumn.
Liu Shen calmed down and sat casually on the dragon bed, "What do you want to do?" His eyes glanced at Fuchen's short hair, "Have you cut off your hair?"
"virgin!"
Within an hour, the next step was finally determined: Fuchen sent two imps to search for minerals and enrich weapons and money; Zhang Quan sent people to the north to ensure a good harvest of grain.
Liu Shen's face was almost ruined by her, and now he can only pick it up and wear it on her face - it looks uncomfortable.
It’s the beginning of autumn, it’s time for a good harvest.
The people from Dongli Mountain requested "the best Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang not to leak" in the dragon-supporting formation set up by the two people, especially the person at home.
Fuchen took a deep breath and could only suppress the past temporarily. He stood up to order food, finished his male voice and went to the desk to cover his face with a book.
The two of them sat on the same table and looked at each other - for the first time in their lives.
On their third New Year's Eve, the two of them were together.
"I really want to kill you. But I have to admit: I only have you."
Liu Shen was confused, so he tore off the human skin mask and slowly applied it to himself.
She doesn't like reading, and even if she wants to read, she doesn't know how to read any miscellaneous books.
The entire hall and courtyard were empty except for them.
In the middle of the twelfth lunar month, Fuchen decided to name the country: "An".
During the Chinese New Year, the palace and government are all in a slow state.
As the supreme leader, the emperor had to meet ministers at Yinshi and receive foreign ministers at Zizhi. He had to sleep for two hours at a time - Fuchen was extremely lucky to have Liu Shen with him, otherwise she would have died of exhaustion (actually, Fuchen couldn't sleep at all)
many).
A group of people surrounded the Zhou family.
If she dies, he must die with her.
As soon as this pot was thrown away, there was an immediate backlash.
"You being here will give me some comfort: at least on festivals like this, it's always comfortable to have someone by your side," she said.
As winter approaches, everyone's pace gradually slows down.
Liu Shen looked at her and took a sip of wine: "It was only then that I realized that you and I are brother and sister."
She was indeed sleepy. She lay on the bed for a long time and suddenly said, "You're a virgin."
Fuchen couldn't say the next words, so he changed to, "Come here, put little Mr. Zhuge into a robe."
To avoid exposing their identity, there were only two of them in the room.
Liu Shen frowned, still unhappy.
I ramble a lot here and there just to delay it until next year.
"Hey, do you want to play a big game?" Fuchen lay in the bucket and slowly washed his hair. He was embarrassed again and washed his face with the bath water. She was disgusted by being covered in blood, but if she really wanted to be particular, she wouldn't necessarily be that much.
fine.
The big mountain rat was flattered again, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said shyly, no, humbly waiting for the praise.
Liu Shen frowned when he saw Fuchen's chest-picking action, "What do you want to do?"
A group of ministers also stayed up all night to work. Every time they returned to the capital, they would lie down in the office and rush over early in the morning.
Fuchen said casually, "My hair is too lice-infested, so I might as well cut it off." Then he changed the topic, "It's very simple. Recycle the north and the south! The south is a big granary! It's impossible not to recycle it! It's impossible for the south to really bow to us. Just
Afraid of delays, they wait for the opportunity to proclaim themselves emperor! With the Lanhe River in the way, it is entirely possible for them to dominate the south. It is not worthwhile for us to guard the north where there is no food.
The two of them coincidentally did not fight on this day and looked out the window in silence.
Now the southerners are in trouble!
Southerners don't care about the plague, after all, most of it is not a matter of life and death for them in the south.
Fuchen threw out a bottle of jade skin cream and said, "Apply on your face to remove scars. Don't apply too much. If it's too white, you'll really look like a ghost."
In order to avoid typhoid fever, bureaucrats from all over the country prepared warm porridge early.
Fuchen returned to his original appearance, and the palace maids only regarded him as sleeping attendants, and did not dare to look at him more.
After sleeping all night, Fuchen was full of energy and ran out to argue with a group of ministers.
"Qing", the pottery wine pot made a crisp sound.
"Cease fighting! Stop fighting!" Liu Shen immediately stopped thinking about sneak attacks.
It had only been one morning, and Fu Chen's head was about to explode. He returned to the palace, took off his dragon robe, kicked the person next to him out of bed, and said, "It's your turn."
If we don’t fight now, it will be difficult to fight later.”
There were only two of them in the huge hall.
And if he dies, it will be harmless to her.
When the servants bring water, they always prepare it for one person - of course it will be taken up by the dust.
What do civil servant groups do best?
Wrangling.
Liu Shen got up, put on a dragon robe and without a mask, and directly summoned some grain merchants.
Fuchen threw out new things, letting them continue to think about it, and then argue - and finally everyone agreed: it was more tiring than fighting.
Then he quietly said to Guiwu, "Please let him come out and don't act too much like a rat. The plague has just passed, and if we take the rats with us, we will take the blame from the Zhou family to ourselves."
puzzle.
That's why Liu Shencai never really touched a woman.
It was almost noon, and Fuchen took Zhang Quan again to slowly think about the overall affairs of the country.
Fuchen stood up, took a towel and wiped away the water stains casually, put on his clothes and walked to the bed while talking. "No one knows about our affairs except your master. The only ones who know that we are related by blood are the Zhang family and your maid.
"
Fuchen thought for a while and roughly knew what was going on: the remnants of the Zhou family - these remnants were not the remnants of Zhou City last year, but the Zhou family who accidentally stayed in the south at the beginning of last year.
At child's time, after watching the New Year's Eve, Fuchen raised the wine bottle, clinked glasses with him, and said lightly: "I hope this will happen every year."
Fuchen was still smiling, "I just ask you, will you let me die?"
Liu Shen was silent. If she died, he would have to die. If he wanted to die, he would have strangled her just now.
Fuchen had already asked people to open several halls in the palace as temporary office spaces. They could work during the day and put up a screen to lie down inside at night.
Two deputy prime ministers and five deputy ministers were arguing about the perfection of the system and the implementation time. They had just finished arguing and needed to make a decision.
"I am not on the throne and you are behind me. I won't worry that you will kill me."
"They are siblings." Fuchen emphasized.
Fuchen just watched the show, then collected his rent safely, and returned to the North to celebrate the New Year.
The bed is big enough, so the two of them can't touch each other even if they move their hands.
Liu Shen put on his clothes casually, not sure: "You really dare to let me be the emperor?"
After thinking about it, I realized that it was wrong. I might as well ask someone to throw out the Zhou family's affairs to prevent the pot from being thrown around.
Such a fat Zhuge... Fuchen stared at the big mountain rat writing fairy sayings. After reading for a long time, he remembered what he wanted to do, "Little Mr. Zhuge."
The fight started again.
In order to divert attention, the Zhou family led everyone to attack the Zhang family.
"It's your turn tomorrow morning, don't wake me up." Liu Shen kicked the person next to him until he collapsed from exhaustion. He almost died in the crowd of women and couldn't get out.
"What do you want to do?" Liu Shen muttered. He also knew that there must be a reason why Fuchen kept him - after all, she was not bound by him.
"..." Liu Shen. The dragon robe he just put on.
"Every year has its present."
Are you still sleeping smelling your smelly feet? Fuchen stared at his feet and plucked out a foot hair.
Liu Shen said calmly, "Here's my cartilage powder."
Both of them were fine and took a nap - it was really comfortable to sleep until they woke up naturally. Fuchen stretched his body and looked to the side. A pair of stinky feet were right next to his pillow.
Liu Shen also fell asleep.
Seeing that the person had left, Fuchen put down the book and accidentally caught a glimpse of the content. It was a miscellaneous book.
Just after Yin Shi (5 o'clock in the morning), Fuchen had to get up and comb her clothes as she pleased. Apply some medicine, put on the human skin mask, close her eyes and wait for the medicine to dry before asking the palace maid to serve her and put it on.
Someone behind the scenes strongly controlled public opinion: it was said that the ghost king was causing trouble.
Having experienced life and death, and battlefields, men and women are almost as likely to forget.
Liu Shen didn't care about this, but about other things, "Why did you keep me?"
"I was wondering, should we play civet cat in exchange for the prince?" Fuchen smiled.
The foot was stimulated and naturally retracted.
Fuchen directly waved his hand and asked the major noble clans to pay tens of thousands of tons of food, otherwise they would be beaten.
Fuchen came out of the water and saw Liu Shen drinking by the window. His expression was very cold. She was also very cold.
The palace maid served the food and left voluntarily.
The newly established imperial court was as busy as a war.
Fuchen glanced at him with a look on his face like "I don't know you."
"So there must be someone to attack and someone to defend."
Fuchen chattered a lot and finally asked, "What do you think?"
Fuchen read it carefully, and it said that "twins have the same aura, which can cover the third eye" and "their qi is connected, one brings prosperity and the other brings loss."
Turn around and look at the bookshelf, looking for possible books hidden there.
Fuchen quickly collected information about the twins.
Until she read a book called "Xuanshi" and wrote: "The author's investigation found that there seems to be a wonderful connection between twins. When one dies, the other will not live long. Even if he is alive, he will always feel...
