The room was quiet, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice on the two people embracing each other.
"Cheng Fang." Fang Bocong shouted.
Cheng Fang responded.
It didn't turn into smoke and disappear, but there was a real warm body in my arms and hands.
"I have something to ask you." Fang Bocong said.
Cheng Fang let go of him and stood up straight.
The sudden loss in his arms made Fang Bocong's heart suddenly feel empty. He couldn't help but exert force on his hands, and the person who was about to stand up fell back again.
"Have you known about Sixth Brother's accident for a long time?" he asked in a trembling voice.
As I asked this question, my hands couldn't help but use strength.
"Morning, how early is it?" Cheng Fang leaned in front of him and asked seriously.
Morning, how early is it?
The murder of the sixth brother was the matter of Prince Ping, the letting of the sixth brother into the palace was the matter of the Queen Mother, and the killing of the sixth brother was the matter of Gao Lingbo.
Fang Bocong took a deep breath and loosened his hands slightly.
"Do you know what will happen in the future?" he asked.
Cheng Fang smiled.
"If I had known what would happen in the future, I wouldn't have come here." She said, reaching out and hugging Fang Bocong again, "I know what you want to ask, will something happen to Brother Six? I will think about it, and so will you.
Come to think of it, someone like him, as a tool in the hands of others, will get into trouble sooner or later."
Fang Bocong reached out and hugged her tightly.
"But I do know that there are changes in the capital." Cheng Fang continued, "That night at Qingyuan Station, you went downstairs to set off fireworks, and I saw the sky."
Just like the Taibai Jingtian, the solar eclipse and the lunar eclipse, she could observe the stars and the sky, and know the good and bad fortune.
"Did the celestial phenomena say that Sixth Brother is going to die?" Fang Bocong asked.
The man in his arms shook his head, his hair brushing against his chin.
"The celestial phenomena are just foreshadowings. Where we can tell who is who, it doesn't matter who it is." She said, "When the five stars gather, the emperor will change. As for how and who will change, it is not humanly possible to know."
She sighed softly when she said this.
"We have forgotten this truth before, thinking that we have understood the way of heaven, but we have forgotten that the way of heaven is far away and the way of humanity is far away and beyond our reach, so how can we know it?"
In that life, they also saw celestial signs indicating the end of the dynasty, and took the initiative to choose the new emperor they believed to be.
"That day we were stopped outside the city gate, was there anyone in the city?" She thought of something, stood up straight and looked at Fang Bocong and asked.
Fang Bocong nodded.
"The Qin family picked up Prince Yanping and entered the city first," he said.
"Prince of Yanping County?" Cheng Fang looked slightly surprised, then relieved, "Yanping in Fujian."
"What happened to Yanping?" Fang Bocong asked.
"I'm not the only one who has seen the way of heaven." Cheng Fang said, smiling slightly, "I think there must be some experts who have figured out where the emperor comes from for bullfighting."
It was as if the Cheng family had originally chosen the Yang family as their new master. In fact, the place corresponding to the Great Emperor Star was not necessarily the only place where the Yang family was the only one. As a result, they won the way of heaven and lost the way of humanity.
But this time, compared to the Yanping County Prince, the Jin'an County Prince, who also belongs to the Wuyue branch, actually does not have an advantage. She doesn't want him to take the advantage. She just wants to see that person.
How is Sixth Brother? Can we save him? The result turned out to be like this.
"...I rushed to the palace, but it was still too late." She said, looking at Fang Bocong, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save him."
Fang Bocong reached out and hugged her.
"No, you don't need to apologize." He said, hugging her tightly, "Cheng Fang, you don't need to apologize. It's me who is sorry. It's me."
"Cheng Fang, I'm sorry."
"Cheng Fang, I shouldn't ask you."
Cheng Fang smiled.
"Is there anything you can't ask?" she said. "What do you want to know? If there is anything you don't understand, you have to ask."
Don't ask me, don't think for yourself, don't guess for yourself, and don't answer for yourself.
Yang Shan, if you don’t tell me or ask, how would I know that you hate me, hate me, and are afraid of me so much...
She put her head in front of Fang Bocong and hugged him tightly.
Fang Bocong, thank you for asking me, thank you for not being afraid to ask me.
"Do you have anything else to ask?" she said.
"No, no." Fang Bocong shook his head and hugged her tightly.
Cheng Fang raised his head.
"I can save brother Zhou because he is still alive. His Highness the Crown Prince has no soul, so even if I am..." she said.
Stop talking, stop explaining, I get it, I get it.
Fang Bocong shook his head and wanted to stop her mouth, but was reluctant to let go and subconsciously lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The sweet smell of good lipstick immediately filled the mouth and nose, and the soft feeling that he had never experienced before made Fang Bocong's whole body tense up.
He just wanted her to stop talking, not...
Fascinating thoughts flashed through.
But why not?
"His Majesty!"
Suddenly there was a shout outside the door.
Fang Bocong stepped back suddenly and almost fell.
Cheng Fang stretched out his hand to hold him.
Fang Bocong's face flushed red, he raised his feet and rushed out the door.
"What's the matter?"
The door was suddenly opened, and an angry roar came out, making Eunuch Jing almost fall.
"Your Majesty..." Looking at Fang Bocong who looked like he was about to eat someone, Eunuch Jing stammered, "The imperial doctor...the imperial doctor is here..."
After waking up from a coma for such a long time, I had to ask the imperial doctor to see if I was okay.
Fang Bocong suppressed his raging shame and took a step back.
The imperial doctor, who was carrying the medicine box and whose calves were shaking with fear, was forced by Eunuch Jing's eyes to salute tremblingly.
"No need." Cheng Fang walked out and said, "I'm fine."
"Let's take a look." Fang Bocong said, looking at her, "What you said yourself is not that trustworthy."
This liar said it was okay, but was it really okay?
Cheng Fang smiled.
"Fang Bocong, come here." She said, turning around and walking towards the clean room, "I'll let you take a look."
Fang Bocong frowned, but still followed.
Eunuch Jing and the imperial doctor were thrown at the door.
Your Majesty, you called your Majesty by name!
The imperial doctor looked shocked. Before he could calm down, a hand grabbed his neck.
"What are you looking at?" Eunuch Jing stared and lowered his voice.
The imperial doctor shuddered.
"No, no." He stammered.
"What are you listening to?" Eunuch Jing raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.
The imperial doctor shook his head rapidly.
"No," he said.
Didn't see or hear anything.
"Go down." Eunuch Jing let go of him and said.
The imperial doctor hurriedly backed away with the medicine box in his arms.
What are you looking at?
Eunuch Jin said in his heart. He couldn't help but look inside the room. Everyone had already entered the clean room.
Let you see...
What can I see in the clean room?
Thinking again, when he opened the door just now, the emperor's appearance and voice were actually familiar.
The last time such an angry look was on the way to Qingyuan Station, after the charming carriage was interrupted...
Eunuch Jing couldn't help but tremble, dispelling the unwanted thoughts, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the door.
Why are you so anxious? This is fine. Just take it easy.
Fang Bocong stood in the clean room, watching Cheng Fang take off his blouse, unbutton his big shirt, and take off layers of clothes until he was only wearing small clothes and pants.
The top was also taken off, revealing the red bellyband, and the snow-white skin of the shoulders was exposed in front of the eyes. In the somewhat dim room, the red bra was dazzling against the background.
Fang Bocong's face turned red.
It's not that he has never seen her body before. These days, he personally washed and changed her clothes, applied medicine and changed her wound cloths, and saw everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen.
But at this moment, the feeling was different from what he had seen then. It was as if it was a ball of fire, so hot and glaring that he couldn't help but look away. He quickly walked over in a panic, grabbed the clothes on the side and wrapped her around her.
"Leng, don't make trouble," he said.
"Fang Bocong, take a look." Cheng Fang stopped his hand and said.
What to see?
Fang Bocong raised his gaze and looked over. Cheng Fang opened his hand to him and slowly turned around.
Round shoulders, thin white skin, round and tall under the red bra, trembling with rotation, slender waist, slim hips...
Fang Bocong only felt that his throat was dry, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his breathing was a little short.
"Look, my injuries are all healed." Cheng Fang said, turning around and smiling slightly.
Oh, yes, hurt!
Fang Bocong suddenly realized that he took a step forward and looked at it seriously.
Those scattered stab wounds have really become shallow.
He remembered that he had taken medicine a few days ago, and at that time he still had some scary scars.
this……
But this is normal. Look at Zhou Hui. He was so seriously injured and it took him half a day to recover.
If she can cure him, she can naturally cure herself.
"No." Cheng Fang looked at him and smiled, "It was you who cured me."
I?
Fang Bocong looked at her.
"I used the Witch King's Blessing." Cheng Fang looked at him and said, "But I'm not a king, and I'm not qualified to use the King's Blessing, so I'll be backlashed and I'll die."
Fang Bocong looked at her, and the word death made him stop breathing.
It turns out that she is really going to die, and she is so close to death.
"But you canonized me." Cheng Fang said with a slight smile, "Fang Bocong, you canonized me as queen. I am the queen and I am the king, so I woke up and I am fine."
She looked at him and stretched out her hand.
"Fang Bocong." She called.
That's it, that's it.
Fang Bocong only felt his throat hurt, and he ignored her outstretched hand.
"Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you say it clearly earlier?" he shouted hoarsely.
Isn’t it just a queen? Isn’t it just to be canonized as a queen?
If he had known this, how could he wait so long!
He won't keep her waiting long!
"I didn't know I was going to use this." Cheng Fang said, looked at him, and stretched out his hand again, "Fang Bocong."
Fang Bocong turned his head.
"You don't know? What don't you know? You are a liar and you can trick people with sweet words. I don't believe you," he said.
If he had known earlier, he would not have waited too long. He would never have waited too long. He would have cleared away all those who were blocking the way. He would have cleared them all. He only needed to give her a queen, just a queen. As for this queen, what happened to her?
Come, what does it matter?
So, this is probably why she didn't say anything.
Heaven's road is far away, follow the way of humanity.
She doesn't want him to fight for it because he abandons humanity, she doesn't want him to have an unfair reputation, she doesn't want him to bear the blame of the world, and she doesn't want him to bear the ambiguity of history books.
So if she doesn't say it, she will never say it, she would rather wait.
She believed in him, she always believed in him.
"Fang Bocong." Cheng Fang shouted again.
Fang Bocong looked at her, stretched out his hand and held her hand.
"And." She looked at his eyes and smiled crookedly again, holding his hand and pulling it to her heart, "You touch it."
touch?
Through the thin bra, you can feel the delicate softness and sweetness. It is no longer hard, but undulating and warm...
Hot!
Fang Bocong suddenly looked up at her.
Hot!
He lowered his head again, put both hands on it, and in a panic, he quickly pushed aside the bra that was in the way and caressed it.
Hot!
He took back one hand, tore open his clothes, reached in and touched his heart.
Yes, just like him, hot!
"It's back." Cheng Fang looked at him.
The heart that was taken away, imprisoned, and deprived of, is back.
"Fang Bocong, you helped me find it," she said.
He couldn't understand what she said, but he was very happy because he could feel her happiness.
Fang Bocong looked at her and felt the warmth under his hands.
His palm was very big and placed on her heart, covering other places as well.
As he breathed, the softness under his hands undulated.
His hand couldn't help but rub it slowly.
Skin like snow, as smooth as tofu, towering, and so plump that one hand can't hold it...
He used his other hand to unbutton his clothes.
"Cheng Fang." He called in a low voice.
The voice was a little urgent and a little trembling, as if something was about to burst out.
"Look at me too."
Cheng Fang was startled, then smiled and stretched out his hand to pull away his hand.
"I see what you did, and you weren't hurt." She said, "I'm not worried."
Fang Bocong came closer and pressed close to her side. His hot breath blew out from the top of his head, and he lowered his head and got close to her ear.
"Take a look." His voice was trembling and hoarse, "I looked at yours, and you look at mine, it's fair."
Cheng Fang smiled again and turned to leave.
The next moment, his body soared into the air and was held in Fang Bocong's arms.
There was a crashing sound in the room, accompanied by a soft cry.
"Slow down," the female voice said, "I can walk by myself."
There was no answer, only a male voice muttered something vaguely.
The two people stumbled and fell on the couch together. The green curtain was torn down randomly, blocking the afterglow of the setting sun indoors.
The sound of rapid breathing spread from inside the tent.
"Let's go tonight..." the female voice said with a hint of indifference.
"Let's talk tonight." The male voice was hasty and impatient, and his breath was heavy.
The sound of rustling sounds continued, and the green tent swayed.
But it was soon opened again, and the naked Fang Bocong came down in a somewhat embarrassed state, rummaging around in front of several cases.
"Where is it?" he muttered. In the dusk room, you could clearly see his slender and strong body, as well as the dense fine sweat on his red skin, which gave it an alluring sheen.
"What are you looking for?" Cheng Fang lifted the curtain and lay on his side, half covered by the brocade quilt, and his naked figure was even more charming.
"That." Fang Bocong said, rummaging through the boxes.
He was almost dead when he got married, so naturally no one gave him the responsibility of being a man and a woman.
Later, when he recovered, he secretly found a few erotic books and hid them.
Unexpectedly, he never used it and was afraid of being discovered. As a result, he hid it without even knowing where it was hidden.
What can I do? He doesn’t know how!
A low laugh came from behind, making his body tense up even more and causing layers of sweat to break out.
"I know." The female voice said from behind.
"Do you know where to put it?" Fang Bocong turned around and asked.
The woman lying on her side on the couch nodded with a smile and waved to him.
"Come," she said.
Raising his hand, the brocade quilt in front of him slid down, revealing a charming scene.
Fang Bocong crossed over in a few steps.
"Where?" he asked hoarsely.
Cheng Fang stretched out his hand and hooked his waist, and with a strong force, Fang Bocong fell in, and the green tent fell down to cover the overlapping people.
A low female voice said, but I couldn't hear it clearly.
"You will?"
The male voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"How could you?"
A low laugh came out.
"In this world, I only know how to write poetry."
But, but, this, this is...
"Who taught you this? How could he teach you this? You, you..." The male voice was still talking, but suddenly stopped, as if he was blocked by something.
The breathing in the room gradually became louder, and the green curtain shook the glow that filled the room.
Until night falls, the house here is still quiet.
Standing outside the courtyard gate, Eunuch Jin sighed, turned around, and looked at the two girls with expectant eyes.
"Go and have a rest." He said, "We won't be able to see Your Majesty and Your Majesty today."
Banqin and Suxin blushed, lowered their heads and backed away quickly.
Eunuch Jing looked back at the palace.
"Really, I didn't care about the time before, now I don't care about the occasion, and I don't even think about what day tomorrow will be." He muttered, "Don't miss the right time."
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The sky is bright and the sun is rising in the east.
In front of Xuande Gate, hundreds of officials and women lined up like clouds.
Crossbows, square umbrellas, assorted flowers, and fan-shaped lids slowly led the way.
As these people appeared, two rows of officials and women couldn't help but stand up straight and look.
Afterwards, there were green-clad outer staffs, chariot-spoke sticks, warning, preaching, and faith flags, as well as ceremonial knives, halberds, bows and arrows, all lined up solemnly.
The melodious music moves from far to near.
Festival drums, cymbal drums, Yu Bao drums, Xiao, Jia, and flute sound crisp and clear.
Along with the sound of music, hundreds of people marched out slowly, including a row of short halberds, five-color cloaks, a row of daggers, a row of five-color cloaks, a row of ceremonial flags, and five-color flags.
The sound of horse hooves rushed out of the military guard, and the twenty men of the Weiwei, Wuwei and Xiaowei marched forward steadily.
Qin Hu raised his head and accurately saw Zhou Hui among the carefully selected honor guards who were tall, fat and thin and uniformly dressed.
His face was solemn, his eyes were not squinting, and his body was upright as he rode his horse forward.
The Queen's chariot could be seen behind them.
Twenty-four charioteers with six green horses guard the queen's chariot on the left and right. Behind them are two groups of pheasant tail fans, four big umbrellas, eight big pheasant tail fans, a brocade flower cover, a brocade song cover, and six brocade pillars standing like a forest.
In the sunlight, the Queen's carriage shines brightly.
The officials and wives on the left and right saluted and kowtowed in unison.
Qin Hu slowly withdrew and turned around on crutches. The sound of the crutches hitting the ground was drowned in the sound of drums.
What kind of woman is that?
A carriage appeared in front of him.
"It's quite cool." A young man beside him seemed to say arrogantly.
"She should be very calm." He said slowly, with a smile on his lips, "I'm actually a little panicked."
He looked at the carriage that seemed to be approaching gradually.
Yes, what kind of woman is she?
The carriage passed over him and disappeared.
Qin Hu stopped and the sound of drumming gradually faded away.
"Sir." A boy behind him called out tremblingly.
Qin Hu didn't look back and stretched out his hand.
"Sir." The boy was almost crying and refused to hand over the things he was holding.
Qin Hu's hand remained motionless.
The boy finally handed over an old bow and a bamboo tube containing paintings.
Qin Hu took it and looked down.
"Qin Shisan, this is my favorite bow." The young man said loudly and raised his hand at him.
If you look wrong again, a group of people will come forward with smiles on your face.
"This official wine is made to congratulate the officials on their ascension to the Immortal Terrace and to add to the fun. I don't dare to disturb the officials' steps to ascend to the Immortal Stage."
"Congratulations to Mr. Qin."
"Come on, Miss Banqin told me that I can only open it when you come."
"Master, please."
One lamp, two lamps, three lamps, the room is lit up with gorgeous, graceful peonies blooming one by one...
Qin Hu raised his head and laughed, carrying the long bow and bamboo tube on his left and right sides, and strode forward with a cane.
"I...have...a painting..."
"Beauty...do it...for me..."
"Grapes... fine wine... congratulations..."
"..There is a beauty here...I will never forget it..."
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"bye."
Accompanied by the shouts of the chamberlain and master of ceremonies, all the officials and ladies in front of the huge palace saluted.
The emperor walked out of the palace step by step and looked at the queen who got out of the carriage.
The drum music changes and the sound becomes louder and brighter.
"Distribution of books."
Fang Bocong said.
The chamberlains held golden books and bowed on their feather fans to greet him.
Cheng Fang walked up slowly. The maid beside him took the gold book and opened the feather fan.
Fang Bocong stretched out his hand, and Cheng Fang extended his hand to give him a brief support.
"The Queen Ascends to the Palace."
Accompanied by the emcee's shouts, Fang Bocong looked at Cheng Fang and smiled slightly, then turned around and went ahead. Cheng Fang lifted his heels with a smile.
Afterwards, hundreds of officials ordered women to bow four times.
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The word count remains the same, but the last two chapters have been slightly adjusted.
This chapter has been adjusted from four thousand five to five thousand five. (To be continued)
