The sun rises and the moon sets, and the years go back and forth, making Chan's life uneventful day after day.
The prince was grounded and King An traveled far away, leaving Chan alone to live in the queen's palace. She never left the house. Originally, those rumors should be eliminated, but for some reason, after the protagonist lowered his profile, the rumors became more and more violent.
Lingchan didn't care at all. She is far away in the palace, and the Queen is guarding the Jiaofang Palace like an iron barrel. Who can spread gossip to her ears?
But some people think otherwise.
Fu Wenci has been elected to the Hanlin Academy. As a noble Hanlin, he should have focused on academics, but he is often surrounded by incompetent people who love, gossip, and gossip about the court.
He was so upset that he couldn't help but express a few complaints in the letter he sent to the border.
Then, the reply never came.
The summer passed in anxious waiting. In late autumn, good news came from the border. Our army defeated the enemy and entered the Beidi Royal Court. With a small number, we defeated the large number and won a great victory.
Qian Hua Emperor Long Yan was delighted.
The army was still on its way back to the court, and the imperial edicts of rewards were issued like flowing water.
As the warlord, King An was keenly aware of the fact that fighter planes led the war to victory, and made great contributions in this battle.
And Fu Wenzhang, as a new soldier who had been in the army for less than a year, led 800 men and horses thousands of miles deep into the grassland, killed the Beidi royal court and brought back the head of the Beidi leader.
The whole court was filled with joy.
The Queen summoned Ling Chan for the first time in a long time. She smiled gently, held Ling Chan's hand, and said with a smile: "You have lived in the palace for so long, and now that your brother has returned to the court, I should let your family reunite. yes."
"When the young general comes back, if you want, you can go home and stay for a few days so that you can celebrate the young general."
Lingchan left the palace.
This time, she didn't have to live in Lin Mansion.
Fu Wenci made great achievements in battle, and Emperor Qianhua recalled Marquis Xuanwei back to the capital.
Mrs. Fu followed her into the capital, along with Fu Wenci, who was working in the capital.
The family reunited in the ancestral residence of the Hou Mansion in the capital.
Mrs. Fu sighed with red eyes, "Now only Azhu is gone, our family is finally reunited."
Fu Wenci looked at Lingchan, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "You will live at home from now on, right? There are many good things in the palace, but they are not as good as your own home."
Lingchan smiled and said, "It depends on what the Queen wants."
Ling Chan's scandal was spreading, and Mrs. Fu had known about it for a long time. She sighed and took Ling Chan into her arms, "Don't be afraid, Chan Chan, mother will protect you."
Only a mother will not care about the quality of her child, nor care about her own gains and losses, but will only give her unreserved love.
Lingchan leaned into her mother's warm and soft arms and said with a smile, "Mom, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."
Mrs. Fu touched the girl's smooth and delicate face and sighed deeply.
Beauty without guilt.
It is the eyes of the world that are stained with filthy desires that are guilty.
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The army arrived in Beijing today.
There was a dull thunderous sound of horse hooves, and like black clouds, the army surged in from the sky and the ground.
The imperial guards opened the way, and people on both sides were crowded, cheering and admiring.
The leader was a young man in red clothes and a white horse. Others were all in uniforms of red robes and black armor, but he was wearing no armor when he was in Tantai. He was high above the white horse, and his red robe seemed to be stained with blood, red in the sun. dazzling, covered in scorching brilliance.
The angry horse in bright clothes is as rustling as a shooting star.
But Lingchan's eyes were attracted by the person behind him.
Fu Wenzhang's eyebrows were lowered, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were sunken in shadow.
The mysterious black armor made him look more like the King of Hell crawling out of the snowy sea in the Black Mountains, dangerous and cold.
It's like there's a tacit understanding.
He raised his eyes and saw the girl leaning out of the window of the teahouse on the roadside.
The brim of the light green hat was lifted, and the girl who was different from the spring girl smiled at him upstairs.
In this late autumn season, he reunited with spring.
Fu Wenzhang's body was warmed by the evil spirit he had trained on the battlefield. He twitched the corners of his mouth in an unfamiliar manner and showed a stiff smile to the spring.
He noticed his movements while standing on the stage. He raised his eyebrows and caught the girl by the window at a glance.
He laughed happily, "You know her? Oh yes, she is your mother's adopted daughter, and she has a deep relationship with your mother."
Fu Wenzhang distanced himself from him without leaving any trace, and nodded silently.
He has mixed feelings about King An.
On the one hand, this is his coach, his commander. He trusts all his decisions and is willing to entrust his life and the lives of his brothers to him.
On the other hand, he received a letter from Fu Wenci.
Tantai was interested in Lingchan.
He and the prince were jealous of Ling Chan.
The two of them plunged Lingchan into unfavorable public opinion.
He hates such irresponsible behavior, he hates that he keeps saying he likes her but doesn't think about Lingchan, and he hates that when he mentions Lingchan, he calls her his "little fiancée" in a friendly tone.
Fu Wenzhang hated Tantai Shi.
At this time, a sudden gust of autumn wind blew off the curtain hat on the girl's head. Tantai frowned and reached out to catch it, while Fu Wenzhang lightly picked up the red cherry gun in his hand.
Thousands of rays of light condensed on the tip of the spear, a sharp cold star.
Half of the spear was rolled up, and the soft gauze attached to the brim of the hat was rolled up on the spear. When the gun was raised, the hat was thrown into Fu Wenci's arms.
At this moment, no one was amazed by his superb martial arts.
Everyone was looking up and looking at the girl upstairs dreamingly.
Her long black hair was like clouds and was blown away by the wind, revealing a face as clear and beautiful as the cold moon and frost stars.
A pair of eyes as bright as the moon in the sky, looking intently at the curtain hat in Fu Wenzhang's hand, his long eyelashes trembled, as if the eternal night was shattered.
Under the extreme beauty, it seems that all words of praise have lost their meaning.
As a result, everyone lost their voices and could only look at the girl who came out of the window in a charming figure.
The girl realized it later, her face turned red, she retreated into the room and closed the window with a snap.
The air began to flow, and human voices resounded.
"...Was that the fairy in the sky just now?"
Tantai Shi said with a smile: "Are you here to baptize us? Your sister has completely stolen the limelight."
As he spoke, he reached out carelessly to take Ling Chan's hat from Fu Wenzhang's hand.
Fu Wenzhang turned aside to put away the gun, hugged the curtain tightly in his arms, and dodged the outstretched hand without leaving any trace. He whispered: "My sister is rude, please forgive me."
"Harm," Tantai Shi answered casually, keeping his alluring hat tightly locked in his peripheral vision, "What is our relationship? What is our relationship with your sister? What's the point of such a trivial matter? of?"
The two of them talked about each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but they were already secretly screaming in their hearts for the curtain hat that the owner accidentally dropped.
