From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 789 Planting Wisteria

So Feng Junran lowered his eyelids again, and began to recall little by little.

When we met for the first time, it seemed that I was sitting quietly under the wisteria flower stand alone and reading a book...

Did you look lonely at that time?That's right, not long after the second child died, even the emperor was very indifferent to him at that time, let alone these brothers who were eyeing him.

Feng Junran took one last look at the figure of the little man, and slowly fell back into the yard.

Fa Yuan was still chatting with the old lady, and he didn't know what he said, but he made the old lady very happy.

Feng Junran just glanced at it lightly, then went back to the room to rest.

Fa Yuan glanced sideways, only in time to see the back of the man leaving in a hurry.

"Buddha, show me whether it's good or bad!"

Fa Yuan's attention was drawn back, and he continued to explain to the old man cheerfully: "Benefactor, your life will turn around from this year, and you will skyrocket and become the emperor's grandmother!"

"Hahaha!"

The old man couldn't help being amused, the emperor's grandma?Is it the emperor in the play or the emperor in the book?Maybe it will be something in the next life.

The old lady didn't believe it, so naturally she didn't take it seriously, she just poked her head around and saw that it was getting late, so she tidied up a room for the Buddha to live in.

Fa Yuan lived in peace of mind, and slept soundly until the next morning, when he opened his eyes, he saw His Majesty the Emperor standing at the head of his bed, holding a long sword in his hand, the point of which reached him throat.

Fa Yuan coughed in embarrassment, saying, what are you going to do this early in the morning?
"Go, fulfill your promise!"

Feng Junran kept in mind what he said at the market. Although he said he didn't believe in these things, Buddha is Buddha after all.

Fa Yuan rubbed his nose and looked at the table. The sun had just risen and it was still very early.

"Master, don't rush, take your time!"

Feng Junran didn't continue to listen, but turned around and left with his sword in hand. He didn't have much time to waste on Buddha, and his airs hadn't been set up yet.

Thinking about it, he opened the door of the house and walked out of the yard. On the side of the road, Zhan Jing, who had slept on a rock all night, finally found the person she was waiting for, and she chased after him without even thinking about it. Shouting excitedly: "Brother Teng, Brother Teng!"

Feng Junran ignored him, and just walked straight forward. The radiance of the rising sun shone on his cold copper mask, and there were dots of light that flickered on and off.

Zhan Jing chased excitedly for a while, then stopped, because the man walked faster and faster, he had no intention of waiting for her at all, and he never looked back at her, as if she never existed.

This made Zhan Jing couldn't help but stop, with a layer of sadness on her face.

Brother Teng doesn't like her, isn't it just because of that bitch?

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but chase after her, standing in front of Feng Junran, and shouting.

"Brother Teng, please be sober, the woman you like is just someone else's concubine, and even eloped with the murderer, she is not worth it!"

Surrounded by the sound of whistling wind, the wheat fields on both sides of the field ridges were stirred, making a whistling sound, the man's robe was blown up and down by the wind, and the long black hair under the mask was flaring in the wind. Agitated by the wind, only this person, this body, still stood quietly in the wind, as steady as a rock, yet as motionless as a mountain.

Zhan Jing got scared for some reason, subconsciously took a step back, but still gritted her teeth and said, "She's not good enough for you, she's just someone else's concubine..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Junran slowly raised his head. The cold mask covered the man's expression. Even though he couldn't see it, Zhan Jing was still a little timid. She faintly felt the pair of eyes under the man's mask. The eyes stared at her coldly like the eyes of a poisonous snake, which made her feel a chill from the moment she hit her.

The wind was still blowing, and the fallen leaves fluttered past the two of them. The wind messed up Zhan Jing's rough hair and made her sway.

But at this moment, the man slowly opened his legs, step by step, walking in the wind with unusual firmness, his long black hair fluttering freely and unrestrainedly.

However, just when Zhan Jing thought that this man would leave like this, she suddenly felt a tightness around her neck, and then her whole body was lifted up and pressed directly against the tree trunk.

"Teng... Brother Fuji!"

Zhan Jing looked at the man with surprise and fear.

But Feng Junran said indifferently: "Concubine? That is also my concubine, Feng Junran. Anyone who dares to touch her in this world will end up dead!"

The voice was hoarse, with a touch of laziness, but as each word drifted into her ears, Zhan Jing couldn't help shivering.

Who is this guy?Is that Brother Fuji?It's terrible, it's terrible!
Seeing that Zhan Jing was scared, Feng Junran casually threw him on the ground, then took out his handkerchief, and quietly wiped every finger of his own.

"Besides, if I hear even the slightest rumor about the little girl, you will be the first one to forgive me!"

After finishing speaking, he threw away the handkerchief, and the man walked away, his back was cold and indifferent, only his long black hair was still blowing in the wind.

Zhan Jing was so frightened that she couldn't stand up. She didn't even have the strength to move her fingers. She was clearly wearing a mask and couldn't see the facial features, but why did she seem to be able to clearly see this person's anger? , and your legs are so weak that you can't even move?
She couldn't help but looked up at the village not far away. The people in the village had just gotten up and went to the field with their farm tools on their backs. The door of the cousin's house had just opened. Zhan Hong led the bitch while talking and laughing slowly. come this way.

Zhan Jing gritted her teeth and tried her best to stand up. She didn't want her current appearance to be seen by others, and she didn't want her appearance to be seen by that Ye Xiaoxiao!
So she gritted her teeth and stood up, quickly walked around the field ridge, staggered from behind, and ran back to her home.

In the field, the villagers began to sort out the rhizomes left by the wheat, dig them out one by one, throw them aside, tidy up the ground, and wait to sow other seeds.

Feng Junran was still sitting on the edge of the field making a shelf, and before he knew it, he had already made three of them, and now they are all connected together and erected on the side of the road.

Ye Xiaoxiao still picked up wood for the man, but when he handed it over, the little man's cheeks couldn't help but a faint blush appeared. Feng Junran saw all this in his eyes, and then his heart suddenly brightened.

It turns out that what the ancients said is that sincerity and sincerity make gold and stone open, it is indeed true.

So he hung his head even more happily, and continued to put on airs.

"Brother Teng, do you want to connect the shelf to the locust forest at the end of the field?" Ye Xiaoxiao looked up and felt that the road leading to the locust forest was very far away.

"Hmm." The man responded lightly.

"What are you doing as a show?" The little man's big eyes flashed suddenly, and his white and tender cheeks were slightly red.

"Plant wisteria."

(End of this chapter)