Chapter 727: The Land of Dreams
The sun sets.
Fu Ciyi woke up from his sleep.
He almost did something like that with the woman in the dream, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
Even though the last step has not been reached in the dream, the beauty of the bodies touching each other is like a phantom, as if it is experienced personally.
He pinched his brows irritably and asked himself that he was not a lusty person, and he almost never had such dreams.
What's going on today?
Could it be that when a man reaches a certain age, he would have such a dream?
That must be the case.
——
The current Prince's Mansion, study.
The prince stood up from his desk and said, "You will go and have a drink with me."
Several staff immediately stood up and asked, "Your Highness is in a happy mood?"
"Fu Ciyi's head was injured to the point where he couldn't drink, which shows how serious it is. He didn't come to the banquet and just refused the invitation from the Prince's Mansion. Instead, he ordered his bodyguard to go to the Prince's Mansion to explain. This shows that the beating worked. "
The prince said this and walked up with a smile.
The staff followed.
One of them complimented: "Your Highness has made a clear decision! Fu Ciyi is capable of both literary and military skills. If he can be brought under His Majesty's command, then His Highness will have a good general."
Another person said: "From now on, Fu Ciyi can be a good general." The country of Dajing belongs to His Highness, how can he go against His Highness? He knows how to advance and retreat."
Everyone said so.
The prince had a bright smile on his face.
In this way, if he can control the military power, how will the second, third, and other people compete with him?
Thinking of military power, it is a pity that Cai Mingzhi failed to marry Pang Anmeng.
Otherwise, with a little trick, the military power of the Pang family will be his.
After obtaining the military power of the Pang family, the southwest region can only support him.
In the final analysis, Cai Tingzhou is becoming more and more useless.
Previously, the emperor granted marriage to Fu Ciyi and Cai Muchi, but Fu Ciyi successfully rejected the marriage. To win over Fu Ciyi, he, the prince, had to take action himself.
Speaking of military power, only by obtaining military power can the real power in your hands be firm.
The position of the prince is secure.
I then thought of someone and asked with a faint smile: "Is the Prince of the Southwest Prince married?"
The staff replied: "As far as my subordinates know, the Prince of the Southwest Prince is not married yet."
"In that case, give Cai Muchi to him, and you can think of a way to get the emperor to grant the marriage."
"Miss Cai has a bad reputation since the Yingtian Lake incident. It will be difficult for the emperor to grant the marriage in this way. . What’s more, since Mr. Cai is only a legitimate daughter, he doesn’t want her to leave the capital.”
“So I’ll let you think of something.” The prince’s eyes darkened. Prince Wang’s plan to leave the capital.”
In this case, Cai Mushi does not have to leave the capital.
The staff understood and suddenly said: "Your Highness, do you mean to use this marriage to restrain the Prince of Southwest?"
"Yeah."
The prince nodded.
The group of people arrived at the dining room, changing glasses and discussing strategies.
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It’s night.
Because he slept for more than an hour in the afternoon, it was almost midnight, and Fu Ciyi still didn't feel sleepy.
He stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
It is already the crisp autumn season. The trees nearby are already desolate, but the two orange trees in front of us are still green.
The branches are dotted with small green oranges. Although they are slower in size, they have changed a lot compared to summer.
I hope to be able to eat oranges grown by myself at the end of the year as scheduled.
The cold wind and cold shadows came through the night.
The two of them both landed on the ground and cupped their hands: "I have seen the young master."
"How did you come here?"
Leng Feng said: "Fu Hu came to report that the young master was attacked and attacked. We are not worried about it, so we are here."
While talking, the two of them were looking at the big bag on Fu Ciyi's head. Leng Ying asked with concern: "Is the young master in trouble?"
“It’s nothing serious, just dizzy.” Fu Ciyi said frankly.
Hearing that it was nothing serious, Leng Ying felt relieved and said with a smile: "Thanks to the good looks of the young master, it would have been someone else, otherwise it would have been ugly to have such an unexpected big bag on the top of my head."
"Is there anyone who talks like you?" Lengfeng glanced at him, turned to Fu Ciyi and said, "Sir, according to the news, an autumn banquet will be held in Prince Cheng's Mansion at the end of this month. In the past, every autumn banquet, several people nearby Both the Prince's Palace and the Prince's Palace will send people to participate, and it will be the same this year."
Fu Ciyi frowned: "The Prince's Palace?"
Lengfeng nodded: "Speaking of which, Princess Cheng is the young lady's direct aunt. Because of this, the young lady is expected to be on the invitation list."
Leng Ying asked: "Will the young master go to the autumn banquet? "
After a slight pause, he added: "If the young master also goes to the autumn banquet, he will definitely meet that family. By then..."
"If I go, don't worry, they recognize I won’t come out.”
Besides, he doesn’t like the excitement, so he won’t necessarily go.
Cold wind and cold shadow nodded and said yes.
"The young master has a good rest. We are going back to Nanshan." Leng Feng said.
Fu Ciyi waved his hand and returned to the room.
Lying in bed, still having trouble falling asleep.
In the second half of the night, I finally fell asleep and fell asleep again.
The strange thing is that this dream happened in the afternoon.
He is still the same woman.
He covered the woman's face with a red gauze, and he left marks on her shoulders like he was gnawing at her...
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Early the next morning.
Yan Funing got up early and continued grinding the unfinished ointment yesterday.
"Miss, Miss Pang, come here."
Caiyu said, and Pang Anmeng, who was walking behind her, quickly sat down at the stone table.
“This thing smells really good. Isn’t it just a scar removal cream again?” Pang Anmeng picked up one of the small plates and smelled it. “The scar removal cream you gave my brother is very effective. My brother has scars on his body. It’s gone a lot.”
“It’s useful,” Yan Funing said, “What I’m doing is to reduce swelling and relieve dizziness.”
"Who is it for?"
Caiyu interrupted: "Who else can I give it to, of course it is my uncle."
Yan Funing explained: "Master Fu is injured, this ointment is indeed for him. "
Pang Anmeng sighed: "I heard that the emperor granted you another marriage and finally brought you and Master Fu together. The scars on my brother's body are basically gone. "
"How can there be Bai Qu? He will always marry a wife in the future." Yan Funing smiled, "It's rare that you come to find me alone today."
Ever since Jin Lingcen moved to Pang's house, Pang Anmeng would bring Jin Lingcen with him whenever he came back to look for her.
Pang Anmeng sniffed the small plate on her fingertips again and slowly placed it on the stone table.
"Jin Lingcen came here with me. As soon as we went out, someone from the palace called him away. I don't know what happened."
"Wait until he comes back and ask." Yan Funing joked, "Could it be that the emperor wants to recruit him as his consort?"
"If the emperor has this intention, I want to see if Jin Lingcen dares to respond?" Pang Anmeng snorted and put his arm on the table, " If he dares to respond, I will crush him.”
While speaking, he picked up a small plate and wanted to throw it to the ground.
Caiyu quickly grabbed Pang Anmeng's hand: "Auntie, these small plates were carefully selected by my lady. They are mainly used to hold medicinal powder. They are very valuable."
"I It’s just a metaphor, not a real fall.”
Pang Anmeng retracted his hand and arranged the small plates on the table neatly.
After all, I sighed.
Yan Funing glanced at her with a smile and kept pounding the medicine in her hands.
"Are you starting to have Jin Lingcen in your heart?"
The question was straightforward.
“Nonsense!” Pang Anmeng straightened up, “How could I like a dude? Let me tell you, that dude doesn’t even have abdominal muscles.”