lock heart

Book Title: Lock the Heart

Author: He Wu

Copywriter:

Feng Yi Wang Fu Chen, the actor Hehuan.

Everyone said that Feng Yi was ruthless, and everyone said that the actor was ruthless.

If a ruthless person is moved with affection, he will be moved with eternal affection.

Content tags: sadomasochism, court marquis, special liking, errands

Search keywords: Protagonist: Fu Chen, Liu Hehuan┃Supporting role: ┃Others: actor, prince, campaign

☆、Introduction

In 200, Meng Xin conquered Beiyi for two years, and the Seven Princes returned triumphantly.Dressed in a military horse, the air is cold.This man in his mid-twenties quelled more than [-] years of war in the frontier in only two years.

Back then, when the emperor appointed him to go to Beiyi, everyone knew that it was to send him to death.The people of Beiyi, with strong bows and crossbows, specialize in riding and shooting, are brave and good at fighting, and all of them are as powerful as tigers.

[Cold-blooded and resourceful,

Bullying Shuang Aoxue. ]

Until many years later, every time Xia Gu, the general of Beiyi Township, dreamed of that war, he would be awakened by the shocking chill, sweating through his clothes.

The author has something to say: the logic of the manuscript a few years ago is a bit confusing, and the author is too lazy to fix it, but it can't be fixed. _(:3」∠)_

☆, don't break the branches when the flowers are good

"Falling red is in formation, the wind is blowing thousands of points to worry about people, the pond is dreamy, and the spring is farewell..." [From "The Peony Pavilion"] The people on the stage sing melodiously, and their every movement is like the people in the play, which provokes The viewers are pitiful.

The first thing the Seventh Prince did when he came back was not to face the saint, but to listen to the opera.Almost no theater troupe in the entire capital dared to take on this scene. Firstly, they would offend the Holy Majesty, and secondly...everyone said that the Seventh Prince had a violent temper.

"...butterfly powder touches the flying catkins and snow, and the fragrance of swallow mud provokes the world of mortals; the heart of spring is broken and the willows are long, and the flowers are so dark that people are far away and close at the end of the world."

The atmosphere backstage was tense and depressing... Everyone was sweating for the man on stage.

The words are correct, the pronunciation is correct, and the positioning is no problem... there must be no mistakes!

Then look at the face of the Seventh Prince, there is no expression, nothing can be seen.But it is not guaranteed that if he is dissatisfied in a while, he will directly order someone to kill the entire theater troupe.

"The fragrance dissipates the gold powder of the Six Dynasties..." The man on the stage was not affected at all, as if there was no one below him, he was in the play, unaware of everything.

Once the play is over, everything is safe.

The people in the backstage breathed a sigh of relief, there is no problem now, and they can leave after receiving the reward.

He Huan was taking off her make-up, and Dan Xian, who was playing the role of Zhang Sheng, was wearing a costume and walked over: "How do you feel?"

He Huan just took out a flower hairpin, turned around and said, "It's the same as before."

"You, the one sitting under the stage is the Seventh Prince who has just returned from the battle. You can still feel the murderous aura on the battlefield. Something went wrong, but even your life is at stake." There was a helpless smile in the words.

"Isn't he safe and sound now? And... I think that person just has no expression, and he may not be as unkind as the rumors say."

Dan Xian looked at the person in front of him. He had been learning opera together since he was a child, traveled all over the country, and met all kinds of people and things. It has been 12 years.From a child who couldn't shake the cloud sleeves to a famous actor who can support half of the pillar, how much hardship he has endured, apart from He Huan himself, I am afraid that only he knows.

"You always think so well of everyone, beware of being deceived."

"Yes, yes, yes." He Huan nodded in response, and stood up, "I'm going to wash off the makeup."

At this time, a person rushed in suddenly, out of breath: "Quick! Quick! Change your makeup and costumes! The Seventh Prince wants to listen to "Peach Blossom Fan Shenjiang"!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the troupe looked at Dan Xian.

He only met Shang Hehuan's eyes, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'm familiar with this part."

The person came and said again: "It's not you, the prince said that he wanted that 'Cui Yingying' to sing!"

The whole backstage was quiet - isn't that embarrassing?He Huan sang the female part, so if he insisted on singing the male part, it would be terrible!

"I understand, you go back and report to the Seventh Prince, and wait for half a stick of incense." Without any anxiety or anxiety, he confessed calmly.

"Hehuan!" Dan Xian said anxiously.

The visitor looked at He Huan with admiration, and said, "Then hurry up, don't make the prince wait."

Dan Xian looked at He Huan who had already changed into his costume. His shoulders were narrower than his own, and the costume was somewhat inappropriate.

He worried: "You never sang this song at all."

He Huan smiled and said, "I haven't sung it, but I have heard you sing it hundreds of times. I remember all the words and movements."

"but……"

He Huan interrupted him: "I know I must not sing as well as you, but there is no other way now, is there?"

Dan Xian frowned and said nothing.

"Okay, I don't know how to do this makeup." He said, handing a pen to Dan Xian, "I know, you are the most familiar."

Dan Xian reluctantly took the pen, bent down, held his sleeve with his left hand, and drew his eyebrows carefully.

That person stepped into the background and saw such a scene.

"My lord! You... why are you here..."

The man's gaze was still on the two who were maintaining the previous movement, enough time for Hehuan to blink twice.

"I want him." Refers to Acacia.

Everyone was at a loss, and Dan Xian was the first to understand: "This..."

The team leader is also very embarrassed, but who dares to say "no".

The man didn't intend to stay any longer, so he turned around and left.

"No!" It was Dan Xian.

The opponent's footsteps didn't stop at all, but his voice was cold and not angry:

"I won't say it a second time."

He stopped listening to the play, and sent it directly to the mansion.

Fengyi Mansion.

The man in the hall was wearing a dark purple silk robe, leaning sideways on the soft bed, his black hair that had not yet dried after the bath was scattered, glowing with water, holding a piece of blood-stained suet white jade in his hand and rubbing it carefully in front of his eyes, the sunlight It illuminated his fingertips as clear as jade.

In this situation, people should love this piece of jade very much.

But there was no emotion in his eyes.

After the servant brought Acacia, he withdrew.

The man turned his face to look at him, and stopped his movements.

The face without powder looks very comfortable.

People are like flowers explaining words, flowers are good and don't break branches.

He just nodded and said in a gentle voice, "My lord."

"Just call me Fu Chen."

How many people can call the Seventh Prince by his first name?

Fu Shen.He Huan recited it silently in his heart, his smile still on his face.

Don't break the branches when the flowers are good.

Fu Chen didn't understand this truth.

The author has something to say: Chapter 1 has been updated after two years...?

The setting is superficial, don't care about the dynasty, I'm too lazy to write lyrics, so I directly used Peony Pavilion.

☆, pagoda wood lock heart door

In the past ten days, He Huan hadn't seen that man once, and the man just ordered his servants to "serve him well", and then there was no more text.

Acacia was placed in a quiet courtyard in Fengyi Mansion.It's summer, and the Tumi flowers are in full bloom, like a silent but unwatched performance.

All he knew was that the next day the man went to face the saint, received a bunch of rewards, and then held a celebration banquet—this is what he heard from the servants—it was extremely beautiful.He Huan is just an actor, and his status will never be so high, but the servants greet him with smiles, very thoughtful, just because of the prince's saying "good service".In the past, no matter what kind of guests came to the mansion, the prince never paid special attention to them, let alone "serving them well".

On this day, Hehuan pushed open the door and saw the man standing quietly among the flowers and trees in the courtyard.

How long has he been here?Why no one reported?

The man only asked a question, and left after getting an answer.

He asked, what's your name?

It's been ten days, and he didn't think of asking his own name, and came here on purpose, He Huan didn't think it was funny.

"My surname is Liu, and my first name is Hehuan."

Hehuan always felt that there was movement in the room at night, so he asked a maidservant: "Did the girl hear any noise at night?"

The maid shook her head.

"Then is there a cat in this house?"

"There is no cat in the mansion, and the prince doesn't like it, so there is not even a cat at night. Why does Mr. Liu ask such a question?"

He Huan tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Then I must have misheard... By the way, do you know why Fu Chen brought me to the house? I thought he wanted to listen to an opera, but now it looks like he shouldn't be."

The maidservant panicked...Fu Chen...he actually called the prince by his name?Previously when the prince came to the courtyard, he neither saluted nor greeted him, although the prince didn't seem to care, but now... how could he... an actor has performed so many plays, he should know some etiquette...

Seeing that the maid didn't answer, He Huan assumed that she didn't know, so she stopped asking.

"En... Young Master Liu, I dare to ask you a word." The maid hesitated.

"Just ask."

"Young master... do you understand etiquette?"

Hehuan shook his head.He distinguishes between inside and outside of the play too clearly, so he never thought of using the etiquette in the play outside the play at all.

"My servant feels that it is better for the young master to learn something... If the prince is in a bad mood that day, he will be in trouble if he does not know how to be polite."

He Huan also felt bored these days, so he suggested: "How about you teach me etiquette and I'll teach you how to sing?"

"This, this is not good..." The son is the prince's guest, how dare the maidservant...

He Huan was a little disappointed, he hadn't sung for several days, and his voice felt weird.

The breeze blows, the branches sway, the green leaves meet, and the shadows of the trees are dancing.That day, we were in a hurry to say goodbye to Dan Xian, and we didn't have time to say a lot. Although I miss the people in the troupe every day, what I miss the most is naturally Dan Xian who grew up together.

That night, the maids were summoned by the prince to question, and when they came back, each of them was holding a costume in their hands, and the maids happily said to He Huan, "My lord, the prince agreed that I will learn opera from you!"

He Huan thought: Who said the Seventh Prince was cold-blooded, violent and inhumane?

Fu Chen has been entertaining a lot in the past few days, and most of the officials took the opportunity to flatter and curry favor, and the rare treasures they sent were not inferior to those rewarded by the emperor.The third prince has always been kind to him, and he specially invited the fourteenth prince Fu Ci who liked to play behind him since he was a child, and also some brothers who are not bad friends, I don't think it's annoying.

After drinking for three rounds, a group of men with wives and rooms began to talk about women.Not to mention that Fu Chen is alone now, even if he has a wife and children, no one would think that he would like to talk about it.As a result, a table of men was full of interest, only he sat there like frost. As brothers, everyone was used to it, so it was not affected much.

No one knew, the Seventh Prince seemed absent-minded, but he remembered everything they said.

What I remember most clearly is Fu Ci's sentence: "It's not easy to make people happy? Just give what you want. If you don't tell me what you like, you will give it until you like it."

Give what you want.Give until you are satisfied.

[The general is on the battlefield, riding a thousand lines with a broken spirit.

Barbarians dare to look back thousands of miles away.

When encountering flowers and explaining words, breaking branches is melancholy.

I don't know why the love is long. ]

Falling in love at a glance.

Fu Chen doesn't understand love affairs, and he doesn't know how to treat people well, he only thinks that what he likes, it's best to see it at any time, and the best thing is that no one else should see it.But when I saw it, I didn't know what to say or what to do.

Hehuan is used to the slight noise from the house at night, since it is Fengyi Mansion, there is nothing to worry about.

At night, he was awakened.

"Acacia...Acacia..." The voice was low.

He opened his eyes and vaguely saw the outline of the person coming: "Dan...Xian? Why are you here?"

Theatrical troupes usually run wherever there is a play, and it makes no sense to stay in the capital for more than ten days.

"I don't have time to explain, I just ask you, do you want to go back to the troupe or stay here?"

He Huan vaguely thought of those faces in the troupe who got along day and night, and subconsciously said: "Back to the troupe..."

Dan Xian felt relieved: "Then you mark, five days later, at half past three, I will take care of everything, and you wait for me in the courtyard."

He Huan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he nodded.

"Then I'm leaving, don't tell anyone that I've been here."

"……Um……"

Dan Xian left and closed the door gently.

"Five days later...at midnight...back to the theatrical troupe..." He Huan muttered to himself, and then fell asleep again,

Lying on the tile eaves at the back of the roof, Fu Chen looked at the first quarter moon in the sky covered by dark clouds, then closed his eyes again, clenched his fingers tightly, and sweated a little from his palms.

The best carpenter's house in the capital was woken up in the middle of the night by knocking on the door.

"Make a door according to the requirements on the paper, wake up all your apprentices, and send them to Fengyi Mansion by noon two days later."

As soon as he heard the words "Fengyi Mansion", the carpenter became sober.He quickly took the paper, looked at it, and asked, "What kind of wood do you use?"

"Acacia wood."

The carpenter blurted out without thinking: "This is not for making coffins..." He quickly shut up halfway through the sentence.

"Just use locust wood," the visitor said, taking out a stack of banknotes, "this is the deposit."

The carpenter called all the apprentices and rushed to work overnight.How many people looked at this blueprint together - how is this a door to test technology!Everyone glanced at the silver ticket, which was only a deposit, and they were instantly full of enthusiasm - they couldn't even imagine the amount of remuneration!No matter what, we must try our best to make this door out!

The door was completed before noon, and it was called "lock heart door".

No wonder it uses locust wood.

The two door leaves are put together, the upper part is a hollowed-out picture of hundreds of flowers wrapped around a phoenix, which is almost all cut out with the smallest knife, and the lower part is complicated and intricate patterns, although it does not form a pattern, it has a unique beauty. Compared with the upper part, it is even worse.The sunken lines are all filled with golden water.

After completing this door, a group of apprentices were tortured so much that they almost changed their careers.

The author has something to say: the manuscript does not seem to have a few words, why are there so many words?

☆, how thick and shallow the thrush looks like

He Huan changed into a costume, put on a little powder and daubed her fingers lightly, and felt completely different.The servant girl was fascinated and forgot the libretto.

"...After the wind has passed, go back in chaos, the shadows become single, not like the front of the bottle..."

Fu Chen came in at this moment, but still no one notified him.

The maid hurriedly saluted: "My lord is auspicious!" He Huan was a step behind her, and also saluted: "My lord is auspicious."

I saluted... and called the prince...

"Who taught these etiquette?" The words were unhurried, but they gave people a sense of oppression, and there was an ominous feeling no matter how they heard it.The maid bowed her head, not daring to speak.

"Don't remember these etiquettes, just be the same as before."

He Huan saw that the maid was so frightened that she could hardly stand still, so she said to her, "Let's go and see tea."

"Yes!"

"No need," Fu Chen said to the maidservant, "Come here."

The maid was about to cry, and followed Fu Chen tremblingly.He Huan didn't know what Fu Chen said to her, but the maid kept nodding and bowing.

After explaining to the maidservant, Fu Chen walked over to Hehuan.

The two looked at each other speechlessly for a while, but Fu Chen still didn't say a word.

Just as He Huan was about to speak, he saw Fu Chen stretching out his left hand, with something lying on the palm: "Here."

Acacia took over.

Fu Chen stretched out his right hand again: "Here."

Hehuan took it obediently.

Then, the man turned and left.

A white night pearl.

One is of average workmanship, but it is indeed a hairpin made of good Hetian ink base ink jade.

Holding these two items, He Huan blinked: Is this... a gift?

Fu Chen left without warning every time, and He Huan didn't have time to ask if he had something to say.

The maid hadn't recovered from the lingering fear just now, and saw the prince giving something to Mr. Liu again... The prince will also give gifts in person?Half a month ago, when the Seventh Prince returned from the Northern Expedition, the first thing he did was to listen to an opera, and he brought the actor back to his residence.This matter has been spread in the capital, and everyone knows it.Everyone thought that "The Seventh Prince likes to listen to operas", but no one thought "Which actor did the cold-blooded Seventh Prince fall in love with?", because everyone felt that "King Feng Yi fell in love" was completely unexpected and impossible. impossible.The maid thought of what the prince had just told her...

Now it seems that it is not necessarily.

"Reporting to the prince, the heart lock has been delivered to the mansion."

"Leave it alone."

The maidservants of Fengyi Mansion privately feel that the prince is not normal recently.

"These days, the prince is not in the room at night, and he always returns when the sky is just getting bright."

"Yes, yes, and I heard that the lord even used the black jade inkstone bestowed by the emperor to grind a hairpin with his own hands. I really don't know what value it is."

"And people rushed to build a door overnight, called... Lock Heart Door."

"The prince must have a sweetheart, right?"

"Don't guess!"

Since Fuchen left that day, the words of the maidservants seem to have become the same sentence pattern.

"Master Liu likes to eat bird's nest?"

"What kind of flower does Mr. Liu think is the best?"

"Master Liu, is there anything you like?"

"Does Mr. Liu like koi?"

"Young Master Liu..."

Moreover, as long as he said "like", it would be presented to him in an extremely exaggerated way in a very short period of time.

For example, there are sugar figurines with a complete range, rich shapes and bright colors.

For example, a screen made of a large piece of white marble.

For example, there are hundreds of Langhao brushes of different sizes.

He knew that this must be what Fu Chen meant.

The seventh prince sent a greeting card to the fourteenth prince.

The Fourteenth Prince was so flattered that he didn't dare to trouble Seventh Brother, so he decided to send him to his door (to be slaughtered).He felt that getting Seventh Brother to send a greeting post must be a big deal, because just the fact that he sent a greeting post to himself was already a big deal.

I thought I could see the Seventh Prince's different expression this time, but it was still the paralyzed face.

After the two drank the fifth cup of tea, Fu Chen finally said the first sentence.

"I seem to have a sweetheart."

The Fourteenth Prince spit out all his water—are you kidding me? !

The Seventh Prince was very dissatisfied with the reaction of the Fourteenth Prince.

I told you that I have a sweetheart, what are you doing with tea?

"Cough cough...cough, do you have a sweetheart? Then chase after it!"

"How to chase?" Although others couldn't see it, Fu Chen was really distressed.

"You're asking the right person! Actually, it's not difficult. Go to see her often, bring some little things she likes, say what she likes to hear, do what she likes, and you like what she likes. gone."

"How do I know what he likes to hear?"

The Fourteenth Prince was silent... How could he have forgotten that his seventh brother was not very talkative and could not speak well at all.

"Uh... For example, praise, everyone loves to hear it."

Fu Chen stared at Fu Ci for a long time, thoughtfully, and said, "The face is very clean."

It took a while for Fu Ci to realize that he was complimenting him, and he laughed dryly: "Yes, yes, that's it, keep working hard." It's not easy for Seventh Brother to say such words, and he can't be too demanding.

Fu Chen nodded and said to him, "You can go."

The Fourteenth Prince was kicked out after he delivered it to the door...

—I haven't asked him which girl it is yet! !

So, the next day, Fu Chen went to the courtyard where Hehuan lived.

He Huan was teaching the maidservant how to play chess, when he heard the sound of the door, he raised his eyes and said, "Fu Chen?"

The maid hurriedly got up and saluted.

Fu Chen walked to him, saw the black jade hairpin on his head, and said in a deep voice, "It's very beautiful."

very nice.I don't know what to brag about.

He Huan laughed, poured tea and said, "Sit down."

After Fu Chen sat down, he looked at the Go on the table and asked, "Do you like to play chess?"

He Huan put the poured tea by his hand, and replied: "It's not good."

Fu Chen kept Fu Ci's words in mind, and said, "I like it too."

I like it very much!He hates Go the most!

The maidservants looked at each other.The reason why they all know that the prince hates Go is because the prince has been forced to learn Go before, so that he wanted to kill people when he heard "Go", and he really did it——in that very good at Go When the man mentioned the transparent chessboard in the prince's ear in an exaggerated and ostentatious tone.

Moreover, that person is the son of the fourth prince's family.

But now, he actually played Go with Mr. Liu all morning...

The prince in front of me must not be real!

Hate is not necessarily because you are not good at it, it may be because you are too good at it.

It was not until the food was delivered that the chess was collected.

The two sat facing each other in the courtyard and had a meal.

He Huan finally had a chance to ask him: "I have a question for you."

"Ah."

"Why did you bring me to this mansion?"

Fu Chen put down his chopsticks with a serious expression: "Listen to the opera."

He Huan nodded, and repeated: "Oh—to listen to the opera—" I brought myself here to listen to the opera, and then I didn't listen to the opera once in half a month.

Fu Chen sat upright: "I'm busy, I'll listen to it at night."

He Huan didn't expose him, but felt that Fu Chen's serious look was funny: "Then—how can you hear it?"

"the drunken beauty."

In the evening, Mr. Liu was putting on makeup, and the Seventh Prince was watching with a frosty face.

He Huan sat in front of the dressing table, skillfully applied the powder, pursed her red lips, and was about to draw a brush to draw on her eyebrows, but was snatched away by the other hand.

He Huan looked back at Fu Chen, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, turned sideways, faced the man, and raised his jaw slightly.

Fu Chen held the tip of the pen tightly in his hand, played with his waist, and lightly dropped the tip of the pen on Hehuan's narrow and delicate eyebrows.He drew very finely and very slowly. He Huan looked at the man in front of him who was seriously drawing his eyebrows, and couldn't associate him with words like "violent", "cold-blooded" and "ruthless".When he finished painting, Hehuan's neck was sore.

He Huan looked at himself in the mirror, and commented: "It's shallow, it's short." As he spoke, he took the pen in Fu Chen's hand, facing the mirror, and made two or three strokes to darken the color of his eyebrows, and then pulled the tip of his tail up and up. some.Then, handed the pen back to Fu Chen: "The other side is for you."

He finally bent down again, more carefully than before, while drawing his eyebrows, he looked at the shape of the other eyebrow, comparing and describing.Lian Hehuan kept looking at him, but he didn't notice.

It was the first time I saw someone thrush his eyebrows with such a bitter and bitter expression.

Why?Suffering and hatred?

It's really rare to see him have other expressions...

Hehuan thought so.

At the last stroke, He Huan still couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Fu Chen put the eyebrow pencil back into the dowry: "What are you laughing at?"

"No." He Huan turned to face the makeup mirror and said, "It's pretty good."

Feng Yi Wang Hao, who received the compliment, said "I'll wait for you outside" carelessly and left the room.

...Now I want to wait outside.

Fu Chen was sitting at that white jade round table (remember that screen? It was sent together).

A glass of sake, a stack of crisp cakes, the moonlight is melting and shining, and the stars are scattered.

Fu Chen scolded and left all the servants, only the two faced each other.

"...the ice wheel is away from the island, and the universe is extremely bright..." [From "The Drunken Concubine"]

The moon was not yet full that night, but all the flowers in the courtyard bloomed together, swaying and swaying in this watery night, crowding everywhere.

"...The bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace, slaves are like Chang'e leaving the moon palace, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace, clear and cold in Guanghan palace..."

There is no rhythm to accompany him, only his melodious singing, which is as long as sweet wine entering the throat, and the night seems to be elongated by this voice, rising and falling with the long sleeves.

"...Life is like a dream in spring, and you can drink a few cups with your own heart."

Life is like a spring dream.The lingering rhyme in the dream and the fragrance of flowers in the night, with the moonlight, sprinkled on someone's eyebrows and fell on someone's heart.

The author has something to say: the manuscript looks so little, why so many typing

☆, I hope the flower house will last forever

[Velvet flowers are new and quiet at the beginning of the night,

The flowers are full and waiting for the full moon. ]

There are rumors that these two very romantic poems were written by King Feng Yi.

But no one believed it.

Fu Chen went to the courtyard again the next day.

— to see him often.

He said in a tone without ups and downs, teach me how to sing.

——What he likes also likes it.

He Huan stared at his unwavering eyes for a long time, but couldn't see where he wanted to learn opera.Maybe……

"Someone forced you to learn opera? Is it the emperor?" There was some sympathy in her tone.

"..." Fu Chen couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"I understand, let's start now, I will teach well."

"?"

"Hands like mine..." Of course, teaching Fu Chen couldn't teach him what he learned, so he thought of Dan Xian's posture and lyrics when he was acting to teach him.

"No...it's like this...well, okay..."

"The expression on your face, no, forget it... I don't need your expression..."

"Okay, take a step...don't be so stiff, do it again..."

"It's still a bit awkward... Relax, think about the feeling of walking normally... It can't be too normal..."

"Hands a little higher... a little lower, a little lower, yes."

……

Mr. Liu was finally defeated by Fu Chen's stiff movements.

"Are the bones of martial arts practitioners so hard? Shouldn't the muscles and bones be soft?"

"I..." Fu Chen hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

"Not stiff."

He Huan nodded with a disbelieving expression.

He gave some instructions to the servant in a low voice, and soon, a Shangfang sword glowing white was presented.

He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and said to He Huan, "I'll show you the sword dance."

The hearts of the servants have been greatly shocked!Does anyone consider their feelings? !The prince said!He wants to dance sword!Show it to Mr. Liu!The maid who was passing by with snacks dropped the tray in her hand to the ground when she heard this.

He Huan asked in disbelief: "Use... the Shangfang sword?"

Fu Chen patiently explained: "It's useless to leave it alone, other swords are too sharp and easy to hurt people."

Shang Fang Sword!Used as a sword dance!Because!Not sharp enough!and!It's useless to leave it alone!

He stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, and he had a demeanor of bullying Shuangaoxue.

The fallen leaves and residual red in the courtyard slowly trembled and floated with the gathering of sword energy, and kept rising, everyone held their breath.

When Fu Chen danced the sword, his body became more awe-inspiring. Every time Fu Chen drew his sword, he would see blood, which had already become a habit. As long as the sword was in his hand, his body would naturally have a murderous aura.

The flowers and leaves all over the sky did not fall to the ground during his sword dance. He was as light as a swallow, and he flew up to a height of ten feet with a light tap of his toes. At this time, the sword was covered with flowers and leaves, as if being sucked tightly, and then the flowers and leaves on the sword seemed to be bounced off by a force, the sword made a horizontal stroke in the air, and all the flowers and leaves fell to the ground together.

Fu Chen casually pulled the sword flower and walked towards Hehuan: "It's not stiff."

……

It was also rumored that after the Seventh Prince learned opera from an actor, he wanted to dance with Shang Fang's sword himself. A maid was so startled that she gave up, but she was still alive.

Still no one believed it.

"Seven princes learning opera", "Shang Fang's sword dancing" and "The maid who is still alive" are all like nonsense.

Fu Shen!Seven princes!Be proud!cold blooded!ruthless!Resourceful!bloodthirsty!In two years, King Fengyi of Beiyi with terrifying combat power was leveled!What a joke!

And the servants of Fengyi Mansion felt that the Seventh Prince seemed to have a little more human touch.

There is only one day left until Dan Xian arrives.

Just follow him?If Fu Chen finds out that he is gone, will he feel bad?

leave without saying goodbye.

It's too hurtful to do so...

Fu Chen counted the days in his heart, tomorrow is the last day.

He touched the "heart lock door" standing in front of him, with a gloomy expression and no light in his eyes.He took out the "Dragon Yin" that accompanied him on the battlefield, and wiped it lightly.

……

Dan.envy.

……

Hehuan really wants to go with this person.

What is so good about this person.

Inside the palace...

Minister of Rites: "King Feng Yi is busy these two days?"

Prime Minister: "Probably, he also resigned from my invitation."

Sixth Prince: "There are mine."

Fifth Prince: "So it's not just me."

Third Prince: "..." Fortunately, I posted the invitation early.

Waiter: "Add me one."

Another voice: "And I."

Everyone was terrified: "Long live my emperor!"

The emperor: "What is King Feng Yi up to? What about Fu Ci?"

The fourteenth prince did not dare to deceive the emperor: "Back to the emperor, Brother Seven...he has a sweetheart."

Everyone let out a sudden realization, "Oh——"

and many more!

"King Feng Yi has a sweetheart?!!!"

Fu Ci felt that his ears were going to be pierced.

At the same time, Feng Yi Mansion.

"Mr. Liu, the prince said that he would take you out today and ask you to choose a horse."

After staying here for so long, he already wanted to go out.

He Huan immediately took a fancy to the shiny black horse, and before Fu Chen came, he rode on it first.The servant reminded in a low voice: "My lord, this is the prince's horse." It turned out to be Fu Chen's, and just as He Huan was about to dismount, Fu Chen came out.

"No need to get off." After saying that, he got on the horse sideways, wrapped his arms around Hehuan's body, and pulled the reins.

When did the prince become willing to be so close to people?

Except when he killed someone, who did he touch?

"Well, I'd better choose another one..." He Huan was awkwardly stared at by the servants.

Fu Chen glanced at them, and all the servants lowered their heads like ostriches.

"Why?" The voice was not gentle.

"Huh?" Angry?

"You hate me?" Fu Chen didn't want others to hear, so he leaned forward and asked softly in his ear.

He Huan's body tightened: "No!"

The Seventh Prince was very satisfied with this answer.Even if you can't see it on your face.

As soon as he came out of the palace, Fu Ci, who went to drink tea with a group of people in the Tea House, inadvertently glanced under the window——

Isn't that his seventh brother? !Who is he holding in his arms?

Others, all of them hundreds of years old, also looked down.

Prime Minister: "That doesn't seem to be a girl... Is it my old eyesight?"

Fu Ci: "...No, that's really not a girl."

The third prince took a sip of tea with a smile: "I didn't expect two men to be so pleasing to the eye."

The sixth prince: "Third brother is really enlightened."

The third prince sighed and said: "Although the seventh brother is handsome, he is always cold and looks like he refuses people thousands of miles away. No one dares to get close to him. I have always worried that he will find no one to get married. Burning the incense. Now it seems that the incense is still going to be cut off..."

Everyone sighed.

At the foot of the mountain, Qingxi, Baihuatian.

Fu Chen got off his horse, helped Hehuan off, and tied the horse to the stream.

Qingxi meanders hidden in the flower field, the flowing water caresses the falling flowers, the sunlight pours down, and the edge of the flower field cannot be seen, reflecting the colors of flowers in people's eyes.

Butterflies fly and dance, and summer cicadas sing.

"How do you know there is such a place?" He Huan asked Fu Chen.This person has no interest in watching mountains and rivers playing with flowers and birds, and this place is so remote.

One day, he learned from his maid that "Young Master Liu said he likes flowers", so he rode a horse to the suburbs to find a place with flowers and plants, and it took a whole day to find it.

Fu Chen only asked, "Like it?"

Albizia Albizia is playing with the petals of impatiens: "Of course, it's beautiful here."

Someone was a little proud with a blank face.

"There are so many kinds of flowers here." Acacia sighed.

"You know all of them?" Some people don't know anything about flowers, and all flowers are just flowers.

He Huan is used to him asking questions in such a lifeless tone without curiosity, so he is not affected at all, and is still full of interest: "I recognize most of them." As he spoke, he unconsciously grabbed Fu Chen's hand and pulled him Show him the flower.

"This is an orchid... this is a snake's eye..."

Fu Chen let him pull and followed behind him.

"Let's go and have a look over there... Well, this kind, and this kind, are actually orchids, with a different color and variety from the one just now..."

Fu Chen kept staring at the hands they held together, and he didn't remember any of those "what flowers".

"Do you know what flower this is?"

Only then did Fu Chen's gaze move away from the hands of the two of them, and he glanced at the flower that Acacia was pointing at.

"Acacia."

"What, so you know me, and I'm wasting my time here." He Huan frowned, and his lips curled up slightly.

Shallow frown and deep smile.

Fu Chen shook his head: "I only recognize this one."

It was Young Master He Huan who looked at him.

[Velvet flowers are new and quiet at the beginning of the night. ]

The velvet flower is the Albizia juliensis.The small fan-like red flowers with double leaves.Open during the day and close at night.

The two sat side by side in the flower field to rest.

"happy?"

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