Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

It's like a nightmare that cannot be shaken off. In the pain, I can't help but want to give up struggling, sinking with the terrible primitive desire.

Feng Ze felt that he was about to catch fire, he was like a dying fish, he bent his waist and raised his chest, towards the place where the only coolness left in his heart was, entangled desperately.

"Gu Yue..."

Whispering subconsciously, Feng Ze's hot skin tried his best to fit in front of Gu Yue's body, the man's body froze, and a bright spark burst out from his eyes, so bright and frightening.

The body let the young man get closer, Gu Yue's jaw tightened slightly, he lowered his head and kissed Feng Ze's slightly frowning brows lightly, the corners of his eyes were slightly flushed, and the slender eyelashes were trembling with water droplets.

"Open your eyes." The palm of the hand comforted the restless and agitated body of the young man, Gu Yue lightly bit his soft lips, his voice was low and gentle.

In a daze, Feng Ze's trembling eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, his eyes were filled with water vapor, and under the cold eyes were inexplicable doubts.

"Who am I?" Gu Yue saw that he opened his eyes obediently, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He raised his body and pulled it away from Feng Ze, so that the people under him could take a closer look at him. .

Feng Ze only remembered the undiminished enthusiasm in his body, the sudden departure of the man made him a little unbearable, but when he looked at Shang Gu Yue's burning and bright eyes, he couldn't help blurting out, "A Yue."

The clear voice resounded in Gu Yue's ears like rolling thunder. He lowered his head and looked at Feng Ze, looking aggressively into those clear black and white eyes...

It is full of my own shadow.

Heart throbbing, Gu Yue lowered his head, and put a kiss on Feng Ze's lips, tossing and grinding, tender and lingering.

With his eyes slightly closed, Feng Ze felt the bursts of longing from the bottom of his heart, and involuntarily stretched out his hands to climb Gu Yue's shoulders.

The intertwined bodies test each other and then fit together, the hot skin is like a kindling, instantly igniting another young and powerful body...

The night is dark, and the dark red curtain hangs high from the top of the tent, covering the beautiful scenery of the room.

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backyard.

Fu Li walked back to the house on the dark path, Fu Qing was lying on the couch and sleeping soundly, his delicate face had a silly look that was rarely seen in the daytime, and it was only at this time that his appearance was so beautiful. It will make Fu Li unknowingly calm down his nervous mind all the time.

Not wanting to disturb the little servants in the courtyard, Fu Li changed out of the dirty opera robes on her body, went to the courtyard with a wooden basin in her light hand to fetch cold water, and slowly washed away the mottled makeup on her face.

The moonlight was bright, he stopped his movements, looked at the hazy figure reflected in the water, and unconsciously remembered the time before he met the young master a long time ago, he turned into a man, and sang a song from the south to the north with the troupe master. After singing every night, I have to face such a basin of clear water to wash off the oil paint hanging on my face little by little...

How long ago was that?Fu Li stared at the water in a daze, was it the past life or the present life?

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, he covered his eyes and disturbed the calm water...

Today, everything is different, isn't it?

"What are you doing?" A slightly indifferent voice sounded from behind.

Fu Li suddenly turned around, and in front of the corridor stood a long and thin figure with folded arms.Perhaps against the background of the night, those indifferent eyes were brighter than usual, and the delicate and handsome face became clearer.

"Chu Yang." Fu Li called out to him in a daze.

Chu Yang leaned against the pillar with his face unchanged, frowning slightly, "You have been out of the house."

"En." Fu Li responded softly, "You didn't sleep?"

Chu Yang fell silent.

As the night wind blows, a leaf rolls down from the tree and falls into the wooden basin with calm water waves, causing circles of ripples.

Fu Li thought about the strangely dressed man he met tonight, and suddenly broke the silence, "Chu Yang, I remember when you came to the house, the young master once said that there is no one else in your family."

Hearing this, Chu Yang's eyes froze.

Xu Shi was distracted tonight, and happened to meet Fu Li in the courtyard who was also worried, so Chu Yang couldn't help but speak.

"My son picked me up from the mass grave." His tone was flat but revealing a trace of unspeakable complex emotions, "The family members are probably all dead."

Fu Li was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect it to be so.

He only remembered that when Chu Yang was brought back to the mansion by the young master, his eyes were full of rejection and hatred for this world. Chu Yang had been severely whipped, and the young master stayed by his side for half a month before letting him let go. Be prepared.

Later, Chu Yang gradually became what he is today.

"Why are you asking this?" There was another silence between the two, Chu Yang frowned slightly, and interrupted Fu Li's thoughts.

"I..." After hesitating for a while, Fu Li closed his eyes, and then told Chu Yang what happened to the three of them in Liufang Pavilion today. Be careful, and express the doubts in your heart.

"Impossible!" His indifferent eyes were full of disbelief, a hundred people in his Chu family were killed by a traitor that night!

But what if someone survived that prison robbery like him... Chu Yang denied it but hoped it.

"...Maybe I don't know martial arts, maybe I'm wrong." Fu Li looked at him, and couldn't bear to say more. After all, if that person is really from the Chu family, but he hurt the young master, Chu Yang What should I do in it?

In the backyard, although only Fu Qing was his only remaining blood relative in the world, but for Chu Yang... Fu Li had to admit that the relationship between them had already become closer after years of getting along.

Sighing softly, Fu Li raised his head to look at the moonlight, but there was always a faint thick fog in his heart that couldn't be pushed away.

The night will be bright, and the sky will gradually turn white.

On the street, a swordsman wearing a gray face scarf walked slowly to the gate of Fengfu. After standing for a long time, he knocked softly on the gate of Fengfu.

"Who, it's early in the morning!" The yawning boy lazily opened the door, poked his head out, and looked at the people outside, "What are you here for?"

Shang Yun heard the words, and slowly revealed the sharp eyes that were hidden under the gray cloth.