Chen Fu obviously didn't expect that he had such special abilities and said with a little comfort: "Next time I sleepwalking, you can try to reason with me."

Even in the dream, he believed that he was still rational.

Xiao Ran looked at him very intriguingly. Time passed in silence, and Xiao Ran suddenly stretched out his hand.

Chen Fu was curious: "What to do?"

"razor."

Chen Fu was like a trembling sapling in the wind, and said in a panic: "You want to rob?"

Xiao Ran: "I will keep it for you before going to bed at night and I will return it to you during the day."

Chen Fu hesitated for a moment, it was reasonable.

Silently took out two from his arms, three in his sleeves, and one in his belt... He almost performed a erotic scene in front of Xiao Ran, and the latter had no time to focus on the scene of a handsome man taking off his clothes, focusing on the dense razor.

Seeing that he couldn't hold both hands, Chen Fu said kindly: "Why put it on the table first?"

Xiao Ran sneered, pulled out a wooden box that had been prepared long ago, threw it in, locked it, and completed the action in one go.

Chen Fu frowned and said, "I feel empty and insecure."

It suddenly lost a lot of weight, which made people uncomfortable.

Xiao Ran took out two heavy ingots of gold and stuffed it to him.

Chen Fu smiled and said, "You are a sensible person."

Xiao Ran shook his head and poured out some wine from his own wine bag. This was specially brought by Xie Ming from Qinzhuang. The raw materials used are extremely precious and need to be brewed for a long time. For those who love wine, a cup is hard to exchange for.

"Xiaoxiao, it's snowing outside and you have nothing to do, why don't you have a day to proclaim your lust?"

Xiao Ran was choked, and almost all the wine worth a thousand gold was sprayed out.

Chen Fu: "It's too much to affect sleep when doing this at night, and I don't like it."

In the cold winter, Xiao Ran felt that it was midsummer, and there was a buzzing roar in his mind. When he was a little conscious, he was already on the couch. Chen Fu was rarely a little obedient, his body was hot, but his eyes were extremely cool.

Extreme soberness and restraint.

Xiao Ran couldn't help but press down, his clothes were half-clear, and a faint voice suddenly came: "This feeling is very strange."

Going further, at the most important moment, Chen Fu spoke again: "I'm a little nervous."

Xiao Ran covered his eyes with his hand, leaned over to his ear and said, "Relax, think about anything."

Chen Fu: "Can I count sheep?"

Xiao Ran: "It's fine except this."

As a lesson from the past, he was really afraid that he would fall asleep when Chen Fushou was silent.

The stopping movement continued, Chen Fu turned his head and looked at the bed tent, trying his best to think about ways to relax himself.

——You can’t count sheep, and you’re even more impossible to practice qigong. What else can you do?

At this time, Xiao Ran was stroking every inch of his skin without letting go, feeling that the most profound technique in the world was not mysterious at this moment. He was about to reach the best time, and suddenly heard a nice voice chanting:

"The golden needle pierces the peach blossom stamen..."

Xiao Ran's body stiffened.

Chen Fu couldn't help but say, "I'm giving myself a psychological hint, you can continue, don't pay attention."

The other party moved forward a little further, Chen Fu frowned slightly because of the pain, "A pear blossom pressed against the crabapple..."

Xiao Ran seemed a little confused, lowered his head and kissed his lips to stop his poems.

Covering a soft quilt, it was time to sleep in embrace each other, people suddenly heard outside the hall gate.

Chen Fu sighed, put on his clothes and walked out, his body felt a little ached, but it was nothing to a martial arts practitioner.

The little eunuch said with a hint of anxiety: "Your Highness, the third prince has just gone."

Chen Fu was slightly stunned, looked up at the sky again. The sun was about to set completely, leaving only the last bit of red. He couldn't help but murmur: "It's so late."

The little eunuch was still waiting for him to speak, and Chen Fu pondered for a moment, and his eyelashes condensed on a thin layer of ice flowers because they touched the cold air outside: "Prepare a sedan chair."

Many people gathered in the Third Prince's mansion and saw Chen Fu paying orderly salute.

One of the women was particularly eye-catching, wearing a long white dress, as if they had already blended with the snow and ice. She bowed to Chen Fuyingying from afar.

Chen Fu approached: "Sad to mourn."

The woman bowed again but didn't speak.

In more than a month, the beginning of the year was, and there were many funerals in the palace recently. The third prince passed away and the queen was seriously ill again.

When Chen Fuge greeted Concubine An, the latter suggested that the queen's illness was the emperor's secret call for someone to take action.

"It is impossible for the imperial doctor in the palace to look down on her." Concubine An's makeup has become more and more gorgeous these days: "After entering the palace, they are all sisters, and I will visit the Queen every day."

Chen Fu pursed his lips and smiled, afraid that Concubine An would go to visit her "good intention" a few more times, and the queen would be nowhere to be angry to death.

"If I guess correctly, Your Majesty will re-establish the crown prince in the near future." Concubine An whispered: "There are too many unlucky things in the palace recently, so you must find something to be motivated."

As expected, Chen Fu did not have much emotional fluctuation.

Concubine An seemed very satisfied with his reaction: "The prince and the third prince are the two most proud children of His Majesty. I can feel that he is disheartened recently. At most, in two years, the position of the Lord of the World will fall on you."

Chen Fu took the initiative to raise the question of his offspring, and Concubine An's eyes moved slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Chen Fu said directly: "Just arrange it."

Concubine An: "Don't you think about harem, and your descendants will live in these infinite mountains and rivers?"

Chen Fu thought to himself that sooner or later, he would fight with Concubine An openly and secretly, but this was just a trivial reason, and the imperial power was completely unattractive to Chen Fu.

"Someone told me that the emperor is the number one chore in the world."

He calmed down for a moment, his smile was a little bitter: "It's not complete, but it's almost the same."

Qinghe Palace is covered with a depressing atmosphere all year round. After coming out, I feel that my breathing is much more relaxed. Chen Fu looked at the palace servants who were cleaning up the snow in the distance. They occasionally whispered and laughed softly, and couldn't help but curl the corners of their mouths.

[System: I suddenly have a terrible idea that you will stay in this world until your death.]

Chen Fu reluctantly said 'yes', "When I go back, there are only a bunch of old men who are willing to talk to me."

[System: Do you know, everyone calls you the 'Thousand Years of Turtle' in private.]

Hiddenly the speed at which Chen Fu completed the task.

Chen Fu walked very leisurely all the way: "They are right, that's my name on the World Net."

Jiewang is a communication software for plane officials and systems, which is similar to chat tools such as WeChat and QQ in human history.

【system:……】

Chen Fu: "On the contrary, you don't know what my world net name is."

[System: My note has always been the boss.]

The entire palace was the thick snow pile outside the palace gate. He didn't ask someone to clean it, and sometimes he would build a snowman on a whim.

Xiao Ran complained about Chen Fu's actions more than once, but every time Chen Fu finished piles, he would pile one next to him, which was called Chen Fu Duo's ugly.

After making the snowman's eyes ready, Xiao Ran raised his head and leaned against the door. There was no umbrella to cover the snow. His hair was covered with frost, and he looked like a little snowman.

"Are you agreed?"

Chen Fu nodded: "She is a smart woman. Once she achieves her purpose, she will not have boring troubles again."

Xiao Ran pondered: "That's good."

Chen Fu chuckled and walked over: "How about a pile of monks?"

Xiao Ran accompanied him to snowball, "I plan to select the best two people from the teaching every year and teach them that mental method."

Chen Fu: "Is this a reward?"

"nature."

Chen Fushi laughed: "Why do I think you are harming them?"

[System: One day, Tianyin Church will be renamed Tianqi.]

Chen Fu coughed a few times, pretending not to hear its feelings. A cold wind blew, mixed with cold snowflakes, and couldn't help but sigh: "The snow is about to suppress the east wind, but the wind blows the snow."

Xiao Ran now feels uncomfortable when he hears him reciting poetry. Since he confiscated his razor, Chen Fu's sleepwalking has been relieved, but he has developed other habits. For example, every time Wushan **, he will recite poetry to relieve his mood.

He gently opened his lips, as if he was addicted, and he still had to continue chanting.

Xiao Ran couldn't help but want to stop him, but he heard him say, "I have heard a very beautiful poem, as cape as snow on the mountain..."

His voice was not loud, and some were covered by the wind. He had to be very careful to listen to it.

"I wish to make one person's heart go old and never leave each other."

Chen Fu turned to look at him, and Xiao Ran felt an indescribable warmth in his heart. He struggled in the Tianyin Sect when he was young. In the Tianyin Sect, he was destined to die when he was weak. Finally, he sat on the position of the leader. A thought could determine life and death, but he felt boring. Chen Fu's appearance made him gradually realize that the interesting parts of life were beyond his thin imagination.

Xiao Ran held his fingers tightly and said in an almost emotional tone: "How lucky."
Chapter completed!