Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 116 Phoenix (2)
In the dead of night, there was a faint sound of insects outside the house, and a stack of papers had been written unconsciously.

Flipping through those papers, Puyang Yuren stretched wearily, rubbed the space between his tired brows, and looked at those scrolls coldly. After three days, perhaps, she wouldn't even know the words, so she smiled, I wanted to reach out and rub the paper, but finally stopped.

Putting those papers under the bed, Puyang Yuren lay flat on the bed, only when no one was around, she would be so panicked, I got into the fist, what will it be like three days later?Closing his eyes sadly, he threw those forgiving information out of his brain, but looking at the gray sky, Puyang Yuren still couldn't fall asleep.

Outside the Lotus Moon Palace, Puyang Fenghua dressed in red has been standing not far from the palace gate, looking at the dim yellow room, standing against the wind with his hands behind his back.

Lu Sheng looked at his master and couldn't help sighing, what did this all happen... Didn't he torture himself?However, is it to watch the young man's life gradually shrink?
"Master, will you really forget everything after taking the phoenix?" Such a holy medicine only appeared in ancient books, so far no one has been able to see the truth.

Lowering his head, he only read about the curative effect of Phoenix in ancient books. What he is worried about now is not whether Phoenix can make Phoenix lose his memory, but whether it can really cure Ayu?Looking up at the round moon, melancholy stained my heart.

Seeing that the master didn't answer him, Lu Sheng couldn't continue to ask, so he could only stand quietly with the man.

"Master, it's time to go to court." Lu Sheng moved his numb feet and stepped forward to remind a man who had kept his movements unchanged.

Looking back at the sky, he said hoarsely: "Let's go." Puyang Fenghua turned and walked towards the main hall, facing the light of dawn.

Looking at the man standing on the main hall from behind, Lu Sheng couldn't help but look towards the direction of the Lotus Moon Palace. The master said that anyone who obeys the Phoenix will gradually forget some people or things on the first day, and on the third day, the one with the deepest memory He is the last person to forget, so who will the boy forget today?Carefully looking at Ling Ran's master, what mood should he be in now?

"See the Regent!" The civil and military officials looked at the man and saluted Yiyi.

"Get up." Perhaps because of his bad mood, Puyang Fenghua didn't even have the mood to perfunctory, sitting lazily on the couch, his thoughts drifted to nowhere.

Su Qingyi looked at the man and couldn't help frowning.

"Start playing if there is something to do, and leave the court if there is nothing to do!" Eunuch Liu raised his voice and said routinely to the officials at the bottom of the stairs, day after day, year after year.

Li Guoan stepped forward and said in a serious voice: "Regent, Your Majesty has not had an early court for many months. What is the reason?" .No one said it.I asked Su Qingyi privately, but that person also remained silent, really making him anxious.Although I know something through some channels, I still want to confirm it again so that I can make plans.

"Tomorrow the king has something to announce, next court!" He got up and walked out of the palace, leaving behind a group of courtiers.

Looking at the regent with a peeping face, no matter what, he has also contracted the bad habit of a young emperor, and if he is not happy, he will stop court.

Lu Sheng quickly followed the man's footsteps, and the master was not calm at times.

Watching the man in red leave with warm eyes, he frowned and thought far away.

Ayu... Gradually clenched her fists and walked towards the Lotus Moon Palace.

The person on the couch slowly opened his eyes, looking at the roof with cold eyes...

Opened his mouth, Puyang Yuren got up and walked towards the door, opened the door, looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, and smiled coldly.

"Your Majesty, you're awake..." Wen Yu smiled softly while holding the washing things.

Staring blankly at the woman who came forward, Puyang Yuren frowned slightly, and then smiled: "Wen Yu..." Still vaguely, he came up with the woman's name.

Smiling slightly, he put down the tray, "Your Majesty, you are in good spirits today." Although he was still weak, he seemed to be a little angry.His face is no longer ashen, and there is some worry in his heart. Could it be the legendary flashback?
Smiling, after washing up, he said: "Look at the sky, the morning time has passed, why didn't you come to wake me up?" For some unknown reason, she actually fell asleep.

Wei Wei looked at the young man in a daze: "Your Majesty, you haven't been to court for several months, and the regent has always led the court, have you forgotten?" The worry in his heart was even worse, and it seemed that it was really a flashback.

Puyang Yuren sat at the table and frowned, she hasn't been courted for a long time?Only Puyang Fenghua has been helping in the morning court all this time?what's the situation?Rubbing the aching brow, Puyang Yuren was puzzled, she was always proud of her memory, how could there be such a mistake?
He looked up at the bright sunshine, "Has General Li come back?" Thinking about it, they had been away for half a year.

He looked at the young man suspiciously, "Your Majesty, the Huns disturbed the border. General Li once said that if the Huns do not fight, they will bow their heads and profess their ministers, and they will not return the court."

Raise eyebrows, is that so?
"Ayu..." Puyang Fenghua looked at Mrs. Puyang Yuren who was standing under the window sill, and under the sunshine, she gently opened her vermilion lips, and a clear and moist voice came out from between the lips, and the faint anxiety hidden under the eyebrows stained the brows.

"Uncle Huang..." Turning around and looking at the man in red who came in, he raised the corner of his mouth lightly, "Uncle Huang has been working hard lately." He saluted the man lightly, "When I recover from my injury, I won't bother Uncle Huang. "The tone and expression are all indifferent, and there are no emotional waves.

The anticipation between the brows slipped little by little, and Qingyuan's brows were stained with a touch of sadness: "Yes." In the end, all the contemplation turned into a single-syllable word.

The demeanor is just right, no more, no less, just right.

He habitually wanted to reach out his hand to the soft top of the boy's hair, but stopped in mid-air and lightly clenched into a fist, and lowered his fingers stiffly, turning into a light sigh.

(End of this chapter)