Brother, don't make trouble if you lose your memory

Seeing the white air that I exhaled.

He shivered, opened a corner of the car curtain, and poked his head out to look around.

When he saw the roof of the car, Fu Junyi was stunned.

I saw a snow-white figure sitting there, the surrounding cold air condensed into frost, and the raindrops turned into hailstones and fell down.

☆、Chapter 47

Rong Princess Lian Zihu's suicide in prison shocked the government and the public.

When Fu Junshu heard the news from the servant, he crushed a paperweight in his hand with a gloomy face.

"Your Majesty, is there an autopsy or a direct burial?" the servant asked.

Taking a long breath, Fu Junshu rubbed his forehead, thought for a while before saying: "Forget it, let's bury it."

He put down his hand, and a smile that made people feel creepy at the corner of his mouth: "No matter how you say it, I am also a nostalgic person."

On August [-]th, Princess Rong's funeral.

Accompanying the burial were the remaining seven members of Youfu Lian's family.

Lian Shuxuan and Mrs. Lian sighed as they looked at Lian Zihu who was huddled in the corner of the bed.

"Husband, will Hu'er get better in the future?" Mrs. Lian wiped her tears again, seeing her only daughter who had just escaped from a dead end, and now turned into this stupid and foolish appearance, she suffered from heart palpitations again.

Lian Shuxuan shook his lips, but he couldn't say any comforting words.

All he knew was that his daughter had managed to save her life, even though she paid a painful price.

"Ma'am, how could His Majesty not know about this kind of thing? He finally showed mercy." Lian Shuxuan said in a low voice.

Madam Lian frowned tightly and did not answer his words.

Lian Shuxuan had no choice but to walk out.From a distance, he heard his wife gnashing her teeth: "I shouldn't have agreed to the marriage bestowed by the first emperor, and let Hu'er fall into the pit of fire!"

"Shut up!" Lian Shuxuan yelled angrily as the veins on his forehead popped up.

Looking up at the black and blue sky, the wet and cold raindrops seemed to hit the depths of his bone marrow directly, and the chill penetrated.Lian Shuxuan showed a resolute cruelty on his face.

Since he is so heartless that he can sacrifice poor relatives at any time, he will definitely climb back to his original position again.

A hundred-footed worm, dead but not stiff.

His many years of connections cannot be cut off overnight by Fu Junshu.

"The prince... the princess is dead."

Fu Junyi didn't respond.

The bodyguard who sent the letter held the edict and knelt upright in the rain, until Fu Junyi impatiently ordered to leave, and then quietly retreated.

After opening the curtain and returning to the car, Fu Junyi saw Jiu Shixue looking and looking at Fu Changxian's face.

"What do you see?" Fu Junyi didn't know how many times he said this sentence.

Nine World Snow said: "Strange."

She let go of the hand on Fu Changxian, turned her face and said to Fu Junyi: "From the appearance of the son, it seems that someone re-ignited his three soul fires, and then activated them with tricks, but The son's soul is not in the body."

Fu Junyi held the stove and narrowed his eyes slightly.He didn't speak, and after a while he said: "In other words, my son is actually a living dead."

"It's a pity, it's like this." Jiu Shixue leaned on the soft pillow and said leisurely: "Prince, I may help you find the soul of the son."

"Oh?" Fu Junyi smiled lightly: "Tell me, the reason why you helped me, or your request."

Jiu Shixue slightly bent the corners of his mouth: "My lord is clear. Since the son's soul fire can still be rekindled, it means that he has not yet entered the six realms of reincarnation. As long as the lord can lend me all the lights at the Thousand Lantern Festival, I will be able to Bring Shizi's soul back from the ghost world, and when Shizi's soul returns to its place, as a doctor of ghosts, I can also restore his body to health."

Fu Junyi shrank back into the fox fur, stared coldly at the snow-white woman opposite, and made a plan in his heart.At last he finally said: "It's just that the heavy rain is raging now, and it may be difficult for Qiandeng to find a place to light it."

Jiu Shixue said: "To tell you the truth, I went to the ghost world partly because of the rain disaster."

"Hmm." Fu Junyi nodded, and looked at Fu Changxian who was snuggling beside Jiu Shixue.

This child looks more like Lian Zihu, but his personality is as if printed in the same mold.In the past, Fu Junyi was under the supervision of Fu Junshu, but Lian Zihu was not strict with Fu Changxian, and Fu Junyi was not a good example, and Fu Junshu looked down on his nephew... Fu Junyi's eyes darkened, He naturally understood that since he was a child, he hated Fu Junshu for being better than him in everything, that's why he couldn't compare to his elder brother in everything.

But so what?He doesn't want the wind to be the wind or the rain to be the rain, he is too lazy to sit in Fu Junshu's seat, and he can play with Fu Junshu's woman.That Concubine Li, if it weren't for the fresh and refined beauty on her face, Fu Junyi wouldn't have looked at her more often.Does he want any woman?He also knew that Concubine Li hated Fu Junshu for some reason, so he didn't want to care about it. If the woman liked it, he would play with her a few times. Even if things were revealed, he was still King Rong, and she could only be an abandoned son.

In fact, Fu Junyi had never seen such a terrifying expression on Fu Junshu's face.

The talented Jun Yi and Concubine Li were tossing each other in her Sizhu Palace, and they were discovered by Fu Junshu who happened to come to see Concubine Li.

At that time, Concubine Li was still under him wanting|immortal|desire|death, Fu Junyi didn't feel anything wrong at all, anyway, this kind of thing didn't happen before, as long as it didn't involve the emperor's heir, Fu Junshu was always open-minded. Close one eye.Only that time, Fu Junshu stared at Li Fei's blushing face, and for the first time there was a murderous intent on his body.

"Come out!" Fu Junshu looked at the man and woman entangled on the bed and said coldly.

Fu Junyi had just been released, and his voice was a little lazy: "Wait a little longer."

The tent was torn off by Fu Junshu at once, he pulled Fu Junyi away, roughly pulled Concubine Li's hair and dragged her naked out of the bed.

"Let's go." Fu Junshu said without looking back.

Fu Junyi snorted, walked outside slowly and got dressed.

When he was about to leave, he heard Concubine Li's suppressed crying.

Fu Junshu didn't say a word the whole time.

Later, he heard that Concubine Li had been thrown into the cold palace.But the next time he met Fu Junshu, he still saw Concubine Li sitting with him relatively speechless.

After Concubine Li became pregnant and almost had a miscarriage, Fu Junshu put her under house arrest in a disguised form in Sizhu Palace.

Fu Junyi didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and when he went to Sizhu Palace again, he saw Concubine Li was so emaciated, her beautiful face was gone.

"Concubine Li must take care of her health." Fu Junyi looked at her with a smile.

Li Fei ignored him.

Fu Junyi felt that he was bored, and when he was about to leave, he heard Concubine Li muttering to himself or telling him: "Sizhu Palace...hahahahahaha! Sizhu, it's just whether he misses bamboo or people." Woolen cloth?!"

"Concubine Li, Sizhu is just a name." Fu Junyi said.

Concubine Li turned her head stiffly to stare at him, said with trembling lips, "Have you seen that painting? That person is bamboo, and the one who Fu Jun expresses his thoughts is bamboo!" Then she laughed even harder, With a bulging stomach, she looked a little mad.

"...crazy woman." Fu Junyi completely lost interest in her, and hurriedly left Sizhu Palace.

A few months later, Concubine Li gave birth to a deformed fetus, Fujun Shu Longyan was furious, because according to Daqi's custom, the reason for giving birth to a deformed fetus was the sin committed by the mother.

Concubine Li was thrown into the cold palace, and her family was also eliminated by Fu Junshu because of its lack of power.

Since then, Fu Junshu has never had any heirs, and there are many women in the harem, and in the end there is still only one Princess Lingshan.

Behind the scenes, those old ministers said that it was because of the layout of the Daqi Palace that the palace was overly cloudy, it was difficult to raise children, and the excess of yin and the decline of yang made it difficult for concubines to have boys.

Fu Junshu scoffed at this kind of remarks: "My Lingshan can hold a hundred Fu elders."

When this word reached Fu Junyi's ears, he was laughed out of anger.

Fu Junyi sighed.He didn't understand why Concubine Li deserved Fu Junshu's anger, just because of that pretty face?

Jiu Shixue looked at him crouching in the fox fur with the stove in his hand, frowned and said with a smile, "My lord is so afraid of the cold? It seems that I'd better go out and stay."

"As you wish." Fu Junyi said lazily.

Lu Ya was originally a young man with little sense of existence, and he had not been entrusted with important tasks in the Supreme Hall for decades. This time, Shenfu Bulian casually pulled him out to replace him. He was flattered and still a little restrained. He breathed a sigh of relief after he reached the level of true Confucianism.

"No wonder it is said that the Buddhist school is the most violent, the Taoist school is the most leisurely, and the Confucian school is the richest." A fellow cultivator sighed after looking around the room.

Some people also echoed: "This bookshelf is made of agarwood, and the statue of Confucius is made of golden silk sandalwood, and the most expensive three-two sticks of Zhenchang incense... Oh, and the lamp is lit with shark grease." candle?"

Lu Ya was slumped on a chair, but was suddenly hit on the head by a book that fell from the sky.

"Sorry!" A teenager who was reaching for a book on the shelf was startled.

"...Don't move around." Lu Ya picked up the book and patted it, warning the boy.He flipped open the booklet in his hand, and found that it was a handwritten commentary on the Analects of Confucius.

Lu Ya read a few pages, and felt that the person who copied the book did write good calligraphy, but Confucianism should indeed be the sect that values ​​these the most among the three religions.He turned to the front page, where the name of the scribe was written in small inscriptions.

"Changhong..." Lu Ya read.

He frowned and thought for a while, feeling that the name sounded familiar.

In a room in Taoli Tianxia, ​​Shen Zhuxiu has already woken up.Ping Shu fell asleep squatting beside the bed, still clutching the corner of Shen Zhuxiu's clothes.

"Ping Shu, get up." Shen Zhuxiu gently woke him up: "Don't sleep, be careful of catching a cold."

Ping Shu rubbed her eyes, smiled and said, "Master, I'm fine. Are you feeling better?"

Shen Zhuxiu nodded silently.

He thought of everything he had experienced in the illusion of Yaowu.

Ping Shu's chest was dripping with blood. He fell on the bed and coughed non-stop. Blood dripped from his mouth until he couldn't breathe.

He almost collapsed in the illusion. This child, whom he personally brought to the Confucian School to raise for 17 years, almost died in front of him.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhuxiu held Ping Shu's hand nervously: "Have you still coughed recently?"

Ping Shu shook her head: "It's much better since I took the medicine master took."

"Ping Shu..." Shen Zhuxiu opened his mouth, but finally lowered his eyes.

"Master, what's the matter?" Ping Shu asked.

Shen Zhuxiu's heart began to beat fast, and he said intermittently: "You... do you want to know... your life experience..."

Ping Shu's steady gaze made him gradually calm down, and Shen Zhuxiu finally sighed.

"Master, I don't want to." Ping Shu said in a low voice: "It's good that I have Master." He rubbed his head against Shen Zhuxiu's palm: "Master, I don't care."

Shen Zhuxiu looked at his thin eyebrows, it was indeed a bit like Fu Junshu, even the boy's stubborn expression was exactly the same as his.

"Understood." Shen Zhuxiu turned her face away, a line of tears slowly flowed down, wet the side of the pillow.

Ping Shu leaned against him soothingly, just like that rainy night 17 years ago.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the whole room seemed to have become a small boat in the wind and waves, but they were the only ones in this world who depended on each other, even if they were about to die.

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