Sheng Fu

Chapter 618 Just Be Yourself

After Ling Yuqing left, Yu Wenjun felt inexplicably lost. He looked at the mountain of Minghun, stepped out, and arrived in front of the Qiyun Tower. The face of a little boy.

"It's great. In a few years, you will be able to become a talent." Yu Wenjun murmured to himself from the bottom of his heart.

The scene in front of me is very beautiful, even more beautiful than a meteor streaking across the night sky. Yu Wenjun didn't take too many pictures, and slowly walked out of the mountain of Minghun.

Outside, Nan Zhuo, Huo Mu, An He had been waiting for a long time.

"My lord." The three said in unison.

Yu Wenjun nodded slightly, glanced at the distance, and asked, "How is the war going these days?"

Nan Zhuo clasped his hands together, bowed slightly and said, "The battle in Nanwang City is at a stalemate. His Royal Highness King Wu has already gained power, and it is difficult to gain power for a while."

Yu Wenjun did not continue to ask, many things are easy to gain power, but it is really difficult to gain power.

"Tell Mo Yi and Tong Wu in the capital that they don't need to deliberately take care of the group just now." Yuwen Jun said.

The islands above Qingming Dadu are all secretly arranged, and when the living come aboard, they will be noticed by Nan Zhuo and others, and their breath will be recorded.

The three of them nodded slightly, the meaning of the Lord, don't guess too much.

The dark dragon led by Ling Yuqing is not a weak person, if he takes care of him too much, he will cause problems.

"Everything is as usual, I will take a step first." Yuwen Jun said.

The three of them bid farewell again.

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Beihai, the sky is cold and the snow is endless.

After tomorrow's banquet, Yu Wenjun came here for the first time, as if revisiting his old place, and also as if he had come to a tolerant execution ground.

In the house, the fire in the copper stove was slightly insufficient, but there were still two sweet potatoes on the copper stove.

Jing Peiyao was wearing a long black dress, sitting opposite Yu Wenjun, wondering when the sweet potatoes would be ripe, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Yu Wenjun's eyes that seemed to have an undercurrent.

"What's the matter, you seem to have experienced a lot in recent days?" Jing Peiyao said calmly.

Yu Wenjun raised his hand, the cup of scented tea that belonged to Jing Peiyao on the tea table was held by Yu Wenjun, under closer inspection, there were thin lip marks along the mouth, Yu Wenjun took a sip of the scented tea, he didn't understand why the woman I like scented tea, the taste is ordinary, even though it is slightly sweet, it is not worth savoring carefully.

Jing Peiyao frowned slightly, and said, "That's my teacup."

Yu Wenjun didn't think so, took another sip, and said, "What's the difference?"

Jing Peiyao said coldly, "I don't like this."

Yu Wenjun took another big sip, the rune in his palm gleamed, and this valuable teacup melted into nothingness.

"In this way, will you like it?" Yu Wenjun stared at Jing Peiyao and said softly.

Jing Peiyao's heart trembled, and the anger in her heart gradually subsided, she couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong with you?"

"Could it be that you have a knot in your heart that you can't solve?"

"Or, now I have become a knot in your heart that you can't untie?"

Yu Wenjun said with a playful smile: "Is this a bickering between husband and wife, or a quarrel? Your words are a bit harsh, I don't like it."

Jing Peiyao frowned, pretending to be gentle and said: "So, you can't see that I became the Lord of the North Sea and took away the momentum of you, the young master of the Dragon Clan, and you feel that I should be your good helper. The duty of a good dragon princess?"

When he met Jing Peiyao when he came down the mountain at Bailu Academy in the past, Yu Wenjun never thought that he would have a male-female dispute with the girl in front of him, and it was after he married this girl.

The taste in it makes Yu Wenjun want to stop.

"This time, I didn't ask you to bow your head. I just came here to see if you are okay and if you still have me in your heart. Maybe the relationship and the way are not beneficial, but you and I finally walked around together." Yuwen Jundao.

Jing Peiyao was silent for a moment, how could she forget it.

Yu Wenjun glanced at the sweet potato on the copper stove, stretched out his hand and turned it over, and bursts of fragrance wafted out.

"I just came back from my hometown, and my parents miss you very much. If there is nothing wrong, we will go back to my hometown to visit my parents." Yu Wenjun said slowly.

Jing Peiyao raised her head, bright crape myrtle fire overflowed from her clear eyes, and said, "So, you want to comfort me and make my heart dust?"

Yu Wenjun was not angry, and said softly: "Master told me that a long time ago, I had the heart to occupy Beihai. I don't know how Master negotiated with Empress Fuyao, but I know that at present, you are the Lord of Beihai. But I want to tell you that I am not the lord of the Dragon Clan, and it is difficult for me to take care of some things for you."

"Master also told me that I can find a new dragon princess."

"I didn't answer Master, your way is difficult, you must have my help."

"To appease Huairou, to set up a moral cage for a girl is not my kindness. In fact, you and I can be more generous. I hope you will put away such a little girl's heart."

The fire of crape myrtle in Jing Peiyao's eyes gradually dissipated, but her mood remained unshakable. She is one of the Eight Gus, the descendant of the empress, and she has always understood major military and political affairs.

"Looking for a new concubine? Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?" Jing Peiyao was intrigued.

Yu Wenjun did not expect that Jing Peiyao would ask himself such a question, raised his left hand to support his forehead, and said a little discouraged: "Not yet, why don't you recommend someone to me."

Jing Peiyao was immediately jealous, and just about to get angry, Yu Wenjun looked at the two sweet potatoes on the copper stove and said with a smile: "The sweet potatoes should be ripe, they can be eaten, they are too ripe, and taste like a puddle of mud."

Jing Peiyao gave Yu Wenjun a glance, and stretched out her slender hand to take a piece of sweet potato.

Yu Wenjun continued: "The two sweet potatoes belong to you. I don't like eating sweet potatoes. You liked to eat them before. I can eat them with you. Now I can be myself."

Jing Peiyao kept a straight face and said nothing, Yu Wenjun became interested for a while, and said: "You can only belittle me if you want, but I can't belittle you. I think I still miss the old relationship."

Jing Peiyao ate a small mouthful of sweet potatoes, glared at Yu Wenjun, and pretended to be calm: "So, I am ungrateful, disregarding old feelings, and ignorant of flattery?"

Having said that, Yu Wenjun didn't know where the confidence came from, he glanced at Jing Peiyao's chest frivolously, and calmly responded: "You are right, but it is a pity that history books will not record this account, nor will it be recorded. Say what you just said."

Jing Peiyao smiled instead of anger, today's Yu Wenjun is really unusual, after all, he is looking for a dragon princess, and he has come to such a field with confidence.

Yu Wenjun continued: "Father and mother want to have grandchildren. They are idle in their hometown. Although they have a little knowledge and martial arts to resist loneliness, they always feel that something is missing."

"Little Huangyue is studying in the study right now, and that elder sister is also taking care of Xiao Huangyue."

"On the ninth floor, the couch is well furnished, and the aesthetics of Feng Shui is very suitable for me."

"After the cloud and rain, you may not be able to breed fetal gas, but it can be regarded as a show of filial piety to your parents."

Jing Peiyao took a big bite of the sweet potato, and a thought landed on Liuxue's sword hilt. After eating the sweet potato, she must do something, at least something that would make her sweat.

It's cold in Beihai, and it takes a lot of effort to sweat.

Yu Wenjun changed his posture, raised his legs and put them on Jing Peiyao's knees, and said with emotion: "It's more comfortable to lie down like this. In fact, I have always needed to be served. Because of you, I don't care about many things." You are very restrained, and I think the dean has whispered to you in private."

Jing Peiyao has a secret sword intent, ready to go.

But Yu Wenjun suddenly realized: "It won't work later, it's easy to fart if you eat too much sweet potato..."

(End of this chapter)