The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

Zhao Lingyun took a sip of wine, and after beating his chest to relieve himself, Zhao Lingyun looked at Fu Wang who was holding out his chopsticks and holding the belly of the fish.

Fu Wang: "Why do you keep sneezing today? It's getting warmer, and you still have a cold?"

Zhao Lingyun suspected that someone was scolding him, but he couldn't find the person scolding him, so he could only endure the breath, and said to King Fu, "You said you want to eat lion head, but now you are staring at the fish. Then let's go to Haike from the beginning, isn't it the end?"

Fu Wang turned the sweet and sour fish over, snorted, and said, "You didn't eat lion head?"

When the two of you chatted here, they almost killed God.

At this time, the gourd came, and when he saw Zhao Lingyun, the gourd said: "Master, madam wants you to have a good meal with the prince, but you can't shoot the small head anymore."

Zhao Lingyun looked at the gourd.

Fu Wang snorted and almost didn't choke.

Zhao Lingyun took his chopsticks and clicked on the gourd, "You **** complained to your wife?"

Calabash said: "Madame said, if you want to shoot a small head again, she will come to you."

"Let your eldest wife come," Fu Wang smiled happily, and said, "This king wants to invite her to dinner."

"Get out," Zhao Lingyun said to Hulu.

"You have to talk to the prince," Hulu said again.

"Me," Zhao Lingyun smashed the gourd with the fish bones.

Hulu just ran out.

King Fu said loudly: "Go to the lobby downstairs to have dinner. Winter melon is eating. Your meal, my king has invited you."

"Thank you, Lord!" Calabash shouted and ran downstairs again.

Standing outside the door, Wang Shunzi, who was worried and dared not to leave, looked contemptuous. What could he expect from this gourd? Let the old man and his prince have a good meal and talk well. This must be ordered by Mrs. Jiang. Maybe he expects the gourd to watch it by the side? Can't help it.

In the private room, Zhao Lingyun drank another half a glass of wine. Seeing that King Fu was still eating fish, he said: "Be careful of the fishbone, you are stuck, I have nowhere to find an imperial doctor for you."

Fu Wang: "When did I get stuck by a fishbone?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Okay, if I talk too much, you can continue to eat, eat more."

Fuwang's chopsticks stopped and said, "Have you seen the emperor's grandson?"

Zhao Lingyun: "After a few glances, the newborn baby can't see anything. It hasn't been opened yet."

Fu Wang: "Why didn't the empress let me take a look at him?"

Zhao Lingyun: "The princess didn't help you analyze it? No way?"

Fu Wang: "Didn't you see the emperor's grandson?"

Zhao Lingyun raised his hand to pour a glass of wine for King Fu, "I took a look at the East Palace. When Xiaohuangsun arrived at the Hall of Fengyi, you can't see it. Do you think I can watch?"

Fu Wang: "She didn't let you watch your children?"

Zhao Lingyun smiled, "I didn't go to the Fengyi Hall. Is that the place I can go? Hey, I want to say that the empress also gave me outside the gate of the Fengyi Hall. Can you feel better in your heart? ?"

Fu Wang stopped talking.

Zhao Lingyun: "The empress has been looking forward to the little emperor's grandson for many years. Her care is messy. If you know it, I will not say to make you feel uncomfortable again. Come, I will toast you a cup. "

The two clinked glasses and Fu Wang took a sip of boring wine.

"I thought that since the birth of Xiaohuangsun, the sage would have to start thinking about getting you a fief," Zhao Lingyun swallowed the wine in his mouth, and whispered to Fu Wang, "You won’t be able to live long in the capital, you will get a fief. I’ve gone, but now the Lord has asked you to go to the morning."

Fu Wang: "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Zhao Lingyun: "It's definitely not a good thing for me. I don't want to be a high official, so I can't do it. What about you," Zhao Lingyun paused, took a look at Fu Wang, and said, "It's a good thing."

Fu Wang cried, "Is it a good thing?"

Zhao Lingyun raised his eyes to look at King Fu again, "His Royal Highness has not yet entered the morning court."

Zhao Lingyun said nothing but Fu Wang said.

There are some things that Zhao Lingyun wants to say clearly, and it sounds like he is instigating the feelings between the Fu Wang and the prince. But, that's the way things are now. The prince is not in good health, and the little emperor's sun also looks bad. The queen said clearly that he wants to find a fief for the Fu King, but the Holy Lord has let the Fu King go to the early reign.

What does this show?

This shows that in the Sage, the Fu Wang is still the previous one, who may replace the prince.

Zhao Lingyun drank wine. He is a person who is not drunk with a thousand glasses. The best wine in the Shangpin Lou, is just like putting him here. Without a word, Zhao Lingyun saw that King Fu still didn't mean to speak, so he continued to drink and eat.

Drinking, recalling what he had just said to King Fu, Zhao Lingyun's hand stiffened. In the past, if the prince died and Fu Wang was the last brother, what was he thinking about? replace……

Oh my god, Zhao Lingyun raised his hand and patted his head, then shook his head vigorously to stop thinking about it.

Fu Wang said: "What's wrong with you? Have you been wicked?"

Zhao Lingyun said impatiently: "Eat yours."

Fu Wang shrugged, "I want a fief."

"What?" Zhao Lingyun sat up straight, "have you discussed with the princess?"

Fu Wang: "We discussed it. We discussed it all night yesterday."

Zhao Lingyun: "How to say?"

Fu Wang: “Stay in the capital is too much trouble, and it’s too much trouble. We might as well go to the fief. What the princess said is right. She said that it should be my wealth and no one can take it away. I don’t need to stay in the capital and get angry. "

Zhao Lingyun stopped talking this time.

Fu Wang said, "What do you think?"

Fu Wang's question made Zhao Lingyun feel that he was very responsible. Should he be right or wrong about this matter?

After thinking for a long time and thinking about it, Zhao Lingyun said very cautiously: "No matter how great the wealth is, you must first ensure that you are alive and live."

Does wealth have anything to do with the dead?

It doesn't matter at all.

Fu Wang laughed and said, "Then it's right for me to go to the fief."

Zhao Lingyun: "Doesn't this have to be approved by the saint? Besides, where your fief is, this must be determined by the saint."

You couple want to stay out of things and stay away from right and wrong. This is not your couple's decision. It depends on the meaning of the Holy Spirit.

Fu Wang's face collapsed all of a sudden, and he said, "What do you think my father wants to do?"

Zhao Lingyun: "I also want to know that you went to the morning court because he wanted you to be promising. What did he force me to go to the morning court?"

Fu Wang: "He also wants you to be promising?"

The two good friends are relatively speechless.

"Touch one," Zhao Lingyun asked Fu Wang to drink.

Fu Wang took another sip for half a glass of wine, "I don't know if you found out, today Lord An Yuan is also going up early," Wang Ye jumped to the topic very stiffly.

Zhao Lingyun: "I saw it. My father is always looking at us, and it's hard for him. He stands as the head of the military attache. We are standing next to the door. I doubt whether he can see us clearly."

Fu Wang: "Don't be the one of us, he is looking at you."

Zhao Lingyun: "Okay, look at me, what does my dad want to do?"

Fu Wang shook his head, "I don't know, Master Hou won't miss you for a day, so I want you to panic, right?"

Zhao Lingyun: "..."

His father-in-law didn't have such deep feelings for him, and he knew that he still had that.