[Quick Transmigration] Twelve Beauties

Perhaps few people can really listen to bad opinions, but Fu Chai did.

He thought for a long time, and finally said: "Perhaps, what you said is right."

I did not speak.

He took a deep breath and asked, "If, if I had known this earlier, would it be possible between us?"

I was taken aback for a moment, thought about it seriously, and said, "Maybe."

Really, just maybe.Many things have changed over time, and I can no longer understand how I felt at the beginning.The only certainty is: At the beginning, I really almost fell in love with him.

For my words, Fucha responded with a helpless smile.

"So, your mission failed, what are your plans?"

On the one hand, I want to change the topic, and on the other hand, I really look forward to the future.

He also thought about it carefully, and finally shrugged: "What else can I do? Anyway, history generally has to follow. Fu Chai has no good results in history. I will die if I stay there, so I am going to leave."

"Walk?"

"Yeah, living in seclusion is the favorite way for travelers to drill into historical gaps. I have sent Wu Zixu away in secret, and announced to the outside world that I killed him. In this way, the Wu Zixu left by the historian in history is already dead. .And I, of course, can't sit still."

He scratched his head.

Well, seclusion again.

I smiled knowingly: "So, where are you going to live in seclusion?"

"I haven't thought of it yet." He looked at me and leaned closer, "How about I follow you?"

"Don't!" I quickly stopped, "I have a Xi Shi, thank you."

He flattened his mouth and straightened up.

Khan, when I saw him like this, I remembered that he once said that he was still Tang Taizong or something, and I was a little thundered for a moment.I really can't imagine how cute Tang Taizong is.

Wait, Tang Taizong...

I suddenly remembered something: "By the way, have you seen Wu Zetian when he was young?"

"Of course." As soon as he said that, he straightened his back, "If it wasn't for me, a time traveler, to respect history, then Wu Zetian would have died hundreds of times! How dare you torture my horse with a hammer and a whip! Well, that's not the point, the point is 'After the Three Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty, Li Xing of the Wu Dynasty', such a clear statement from Nima, the emperor with a normal brain should push out the woman who is aiming at the sky at the first glance and beheaded. "

I am embarrassing.So, in fact, Wu Zetian was able to escape the massacre not because of good luck, but because Tang Taizong traveled through the past, so he respected history and let her go?

It's ridiculous to think about it: how many time travelers are there in history?In the end, does history make the future, or does the future make history?

"But to be honest, Wu Meiniang is so beautiful." The perverted boy recalled, "If I hadn't loved Wugou and I sincerely at that time, even if she died, I would never forget her, I'm afraid I would have directly robbed my son's future wife gone."

I'm embarrassed again.But there was a trace of excitement in my heart: "How beautiful was Wu Meiniang when she was young?"

"It's beautiful. The kind of beauty you can't imagine." Fu Chai fell into recollection, "It's a kind of delicate and heroic beauty that is both masculine and masculine. Feminine beauty... just like the blending of the sun and the moon."

"Compared to your wife's eldest grandson Wugou, who is more beautiful?" I also became interested in hearing it.

He thought for a while, and said with a serious expression: "Let's put it this way, I think Wu Zetian was not rated as one of the four beauties because her ability is better than her appearance!"

My heart trembled: Yes, in a patriarchal society, Wu Zetian can break through the siege, how could she not be beautiful?And in the ancient times when the world was ruled by filial piety, how could a woman not be beautiful if a king would rather be infamous for all eternity than take over from his father?

"What's wrong?" He seemed to read my mind, "Is it a bit regretful that I didn't meet the green and tender Wu Zetian?"

"Huh?" I was stunned, and smiled, "You think too much. In my opinion, all kinds of Wu Zetian are the same. Moreover, after all that, she is more mature and has more content. As long as she , I like both. Hehe, maybe this is the reason why you men and women lose to us women and women. You men only love women when they are young, but every woman will be old. To love someone is to love her heart, not Is it?"

With scorching eyes, Fu Chai fell into silence.

In the end, he chuckled: "It seems to make sense."

"So." I smiled and stepped forward and put my arms around his neck, "Why don't you feel wronged and live with Fan Li."

She winked at him as she spoke.You know.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then jumped away as if being blown up: "Hey! I'm from the matchmaker side! You want me to play*?"

"Hee hee, it's a pity you don't come to have fun with such a natural beauty, you're so outrageous." I hugged his neck tightly and forced out the worst smile.

"do not want!"

"What do you want?"

"no!!!"

Then, he ran away in a hurry.

I was the only one left, laughing in a mess in the wind.

After sending Fu Chai away, Xi Shi and I also bid farewell to Fan Li and started our own little days.

Then, I discovered...it is easier to swear to Fu Chai, but it is very difficult to actually do it.

For example, regarding Shih Tzu's various self-awakening works, I just want... well, I just want to be quiet.

"Chu Li, I suddenly feel that I still like men." One day, Xi Shi scratched her head in front of the mirror and said, "Hey, this face that has been a disaster for thousands of years, it's too wasteful not to seduce men."

I rolled my eyes over her and continued eating porridge.Anyway, I'm used to her talking.

"Oh, Lili, I'm sick." One day, Xi Shi sighed again.

"Well, you have been sick." I was very calm.

She pouted: "I mean it."

"Okay." I put down the carving knife in my hand, "Say, what's wrong with you?"

"It's what you said last time, the difficult choice syndrome." She blinked and looked at me.

"Okay, so what choice is more difficult for you now?" I held her hand between my legs.

Then, somewhere along the way, her hand began to be dishonest.

"I don't know what to eat at night. Braised beef is better, but it will be fat... Chinese cabbage will not be fat, but it is not good..."

The wandering hand was very useful to me, but I continued to discuss issues with her in a serious manner.

"Oh, my dear, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

She blinked her big eyes, and finally, hehe came closer: "How about I eat you."

I wanted to say no, but—it was too late!

Because of someone's hand...