Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui was embraced and kissed by Jiang Wuqi for a long time before Jiang Wuqi let him go. Panting, he rested his chin on Jiang Wuqi's shoulder with his eyes lowered. At this moment, the figure of Fu's mother suddenly rushed into him in the eyes.

He was so ashamed that he buried his face in Jiang Wuqi's heart, the roots of his ears were red and soft, causing Jiang Wuqi to raise his hands and knead them.

"Hmm..." He raised his head slightly, and glared at Jiang Wuqi, "Don't play tricks on me."

Jiang Wuqi said seriously, "Is it uncomfortable to be pinched?"

Feng Rugui was so angry that he bit Jiang Wuqi's collarbone, buried his face again, and said in a muffled voice, "It's comfortable, very comfortable."

Jiang Wuqi kneaded the cartilage of the lower ear again, and asked, "Is it comfortable?"

Feng Rugui opened his mouth and bit a part of Jiang Wuqi's heart—the place was because Jiang Wuqi's swallow's suit was soaked in well water, which was quite eye-catching. Comfortable."

Seeming to have pleasure rushing straight from the heart to the brain, Jiang Wuqi lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, and said bluntly: "Poverty is also very comfortable."

In front of Fu's mother, Feng Rugui didn't dare to go too far, spat out the place, and grabbed Jiang Wuqi's wrist again.

Jiang Wuqi followed Feng Rugui's gaze, turned his head, saw Fu's mother deliberately turned her head away, not looking at them, and then whispered into Feng Rugui's ear, "Rugui, are you shy?"

The few numbers made his ears red and soft, and he focused his attention before complaining in a low voice: "Who taught you to be contemptuous of me in broad daylight?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wuqi asked in confusion, "Didn't you teach the poor to kiss you?"

Feng Rugui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he twisted Jiang Wuqi's waist hard to vent his anger, but Jiang Wuqi's waist was covered with tight psoas muscles, so twisting was quite laborious, so he gave up after twisting once.

He stared at Jiang Wuqi bitterly, pushed him away, removed the red silk wrapped around their wrists, and walked towards Fu's mother.

A moment ago, Fu's mother saw the two kissing, and now seeing Feng Rugui walking in front of her, she smiled clearly: "Have you two reconciled?"

Fu's mother was drenched all over, she looked embarrassed, but her expression was very kind, which warmed Feng Rugui's heart.

The next moment, Feng Rugui said, "Wuqi and I are not married..."

Jiang Wuqi, who was on the side, heard this, and pondered over why he had annoyed Feng Rugui, whether it was because he pinched Feng Rugui's ears and auricles just now, or because Feng Rugui was shy when he talked too much. So?

Before he could think clearly, Feng Rugui's words hit Jiang Wuqi's cochlea verbatim: "However, Wuqi has already asked me to marry him, and I will marry him after a while. "

Fu's mother said happily: "It is really a great joy for lovers to get married at last."

Feng Rugui thanked Fu's mother, and said: "Mother, go home, you have to change into clothes, so as not to catch a cold."

Mother Fu nodded and said, "Go back."

While Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi were kissing, she had put on the embroidered shoes left at the mouth of the summoning well, and after saying that, she walked ahead.

The warm light stretched her shadow very long, lying on the ground, following her every step of the way.

Feng Rugui stared at Fu's mother's shadow, not knowing how to ask questions, if Fu's mother really committed suicide by throwing herself into the well, how could he leave Fu's village with Jiang Wuqi in peace?

Jiang Wuqi knew what Feng Rugui was thinking as soon as he looked at Feng Rugui's expression, so he reached out and took Feng Rugui's hand.

Feng Rugui didn't look at Jiang Wuqi, but groped, and inserted all five fingers into Jiang Wuqi's.

Today's folk customs are conservative, even couples would not engage in intimacy in public, but Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi didn't care about the eyes of others, and went back to Fu's house ostentatiously, and they offended many living people along the way And ghost sideways.

——At dusk, it is also known as the time of encountering demons, because at this time the yang energy between the heaven and the earth weakens, and demons begin to appear, and the 130 ghosts in Fujia Village, except for the new ghost, all come out at this time to breathe.

Fu's mother pushed open the door, her eyes swept across Fu Mingxu's tightly closed door, the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on her face trembled, at the same time she closed her eyes suddenly, and then went towards her own room.

Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi also went back to the room, both of them were covered with well water, and their clothes were already sticking to their skin, when they were kissing just now, they didn't care about their discomfort, but on the way back to Fu's house, they were very tired I want to change my clothes.

Feng Rugui still had a spare red dress, while Jiang Wuqi only had the ultramarine Deluo that Feng Rugui gave him and the half-new Taoist robe beside it. There was no extra clothes. When Feng Rugui came out, he was replaced by Yanju clothes, and the shirt that Feng Rugui gave him was nowhere to be found.

Jiang Wuqi Xijie, during the nearly half a month of staying in Fujia Village, he washed his shirt before going to sleep and put it on the next day; when he was trapped in an illusion, the illusory Feng Rugui was cleansed when he sucked blood Some people prepare bath water and clothes for him every day.

There are still 130 or two ghosts in this Fu's village, they are not suitable for wearing Luo and Taoist robes, so Jiang Wuqi had to mobilize his inner breath to dry the Yanju clothes on his body.

As soon as the Yanju clothes were drying, he turned his head to look at Feng Rugui, and unexpectedly saw a piece of bare back.

He couldn't help but stepped forward and kissed the back.

Feng Rugui was defenseless, his fingers trembled when he was touched by the warm lips, and the clothes inside fell to the ground.

Afraid that he would lose control, Jiang Wuqi kissed him a few times, then lowered his body, picked up Feng Rugui's clothes and put them on for him one by one.

Feng Rugui asked Jiang Wuqi to help him get dressed, but he heard Jiang Wuqi apologize and said: "I don't know where the blouse you bought for Pindao and the sleeves you tore off from your red dress were thrown by the phantasmal you. gone somewhere."

Feng Rugui suddenly felt jealous, and asked again and again: "Did he take off your shirt, or did you take off your shirt? What else did you do with him other than kissing?"

Jiang Wuqi replied truthfully: "After Pindao was shot through the heart by an arrow from his attendant, he lost a lot of blood and passed out. When he woke up, Pindao had been stripped to nothing but obscene clothes, and his limbs were all made of iron. The chain is entangled. Apart from kissing him, and being sucked blood by him, Pindao has never done anything else."

Feng Rugui stared at Jiang Wuqi firmly, and after a while, he said: "Then I will forgive you, only Jiang Wuqi..."

He paused, bit Jiang Wuqi's lips aggressively, and squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "You are my property, if you dare to kiss Yingyingyanyan next to you again, I will definitely not forgive you over you."

"Where will there be Yingyingyanyan..." Before Jiang Wuqi finished speaking, he was interrupted neatly by Feng Rugui: "I just said something wrong, so naturally there will be no Yingyingyanyan, Yingyingyan How can Yan be as good as me? And I'm afraid I'm the only one who knows the truth, Yingying and Yanyan can't look down on a fool like you who doesn't understand style."

Jiang Wuqi said solemnly: "There is no Yingying, Yanyan, or Yanyan in this world who can match you even a little bit, and the poor are also incomprehensible. Thank you for being tolerant of the poor."

Feng Rugui was sipping vinegar, seeing Jiang Wuqi's seriousness, he couldn't help but smile, in fact, Jiang Wuqi was the one who tolerated him all along.

Jiang Wuqi took Feng Rugui into his arms, and said solemnly: "Pindao is already yours. Before I was happy with you, Pindao never thought of kissing anyone; after I was happy with you, Pindao just wanted to be with you." You kiss. Pindao likes to taste the taste of your mouth, every taste is as sweet as honey."

Feng Rugui understood that Jiang Wuqi was describing his thoughts, neither love words nor ambiguity, but to him, they were more touching than love words, and it was clearly an inadvertent provocation.

He stared at Jiang Wuqi's lips with scorching eyes, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked it, and then said calmly: "I'm about to kiss your first kiss, as for..."

He then put the tip of his tongue into his lips and pressed it against Jiang Wuqi's teeth. Jiang Wuqi was about to let him in, but he hurriedly backed away, and then acted like a disciple, licking Lip petals smiled and said: "As for your first night, I will take it another day."

Jiang Wuqi's heart throbbed with Feng Rugui's nasty words, and he recited the Concentration and Peace of Mind formula again, before agreeing: "Poverty is waiting for you to come and fetch it."

Jiang Wuqi's calmness taught Feng Rugui that he didn't know how to tease him. He suddenly thought about the previous matter, relaxed his body, and fell into Jiang Wuqi's arms, then raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Wuqi, and said, "Wuqi, Don't kill anyone for me next time, I know you will be full of sin and have trouble sleeping and eating."

However, Jiang Wuqi refused without thinking: "I can't promise you this matter, I'm at home..."

He sighed softly: "Pindao didn't hesitate at all at that time. All Pindao thought about at the time was you. You like all kinds of snacks, snacks, meat, rouge, gouache, gold hairpins and tinsel. If you are trapped in an illusion, you I can no longer eat or buy it.”

Feng Rugui raised his head, his eyes were filled with mist, he was about to speak, but Jiang Wuqi's lips were already in his mouth.

Jiang Wuqi kissed Feng Rugui's lips, then kissed his eyes until all the mist in Feng Rugui's eyes faded, and he said: "Rugui, killing someone for you, Pindao is willing, and the consequences can be borne." , you don’t need to persuade Pindao, if you face the same situation next time, Pindao will still kill with a sword.”

He said with a smile: "As home, in fact, in the final analysis, Pindao didn't kill people for you, but for Pindao himself. Pindao hopes that your life will be smooth, safe and happy. If there is anything wrong with you, poor Dao will definitely blame himself, compared with guilt, Pindao would rather bear the guilt."

These words caught my ears, Feng Rugui desperately shook his head and said: "If you can't be by my side, how can my life be smooth, safe and happy?"

He stood on tiptoe and looked at Jiang Wuqi at the same level. Jiang Wuqi's eyes were like a blue sky, open and tolerant, but it made him feel uneasy. He ordered forcefully, "I ordered you, Jiang Wuqi, to stay with me for the rest of my life."

Jiang Wuqi wanted to say that the world is impermanent, but one day, in order to protect Feng Rugui, he had to kill.

But because he saw uneasiness in Feng Rugui's eyes, he replied: "Poverty should do his best."

Feng Rugui bit Jiang Wuqi's chin, and then stroked Jiang Wuqi's neck that had been bitten open and sucked blood: "It's not about doing your best, but about doing it."

Jiang Wuqi pressed the back of Feng Rugui's neck, making Feng Rugui lie on his heart again, and then said softly: "Pindao will definitely do it for you."

"That's good." Feng Rugui knew that Jiang Wuqi was a promise, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "How did you find out that Huixin's body was weird?"

Jiang Wuqi replied: "When Pindao pierced Huixin's heart with 'Que Shang', he didn't know that Huixin was weird. Huixin's illusion was so good that Pindao thought that Pindao really took his life with a sword, but the emperor But he showed his feet."

While kissing Feng Rugui's wet hair, he stimulated his inner breath, and at the same time continued: "There are many corpses of concubines, princes, emperors, civil servants and generals inside and outside the hall, and the blood flowed like a river. The emperor didn't care, but Secretly peeping out of the corner of his eye at a young monk who is a captive and has died? If concubines, princes, emperors, civil servants and military generals are all illusions, but as a dead prisoner, the little monk has nothing to do. It is very useful, so it can be seen that the little monk must be weird."

Feng Rugui's hair had been dried by Jiang Wuqi, and his body was also warm. Once warmed up, he became a little lazy, like a cat, rubbing his hands against Jiang Wuqi's waist time after time, He yawned and said, "At that time, I was only paying attention to you, and I didn't even notice that the emperor was peeping at the young monk's body."

Jiang Wuqi felt sweet in his heart, and said with a smile: "The poor know that you are happy with the poor."

"Hmm..." Feng Rugui murmured, "Wuqi, I am happy with you."

"Pindao also likes you." When the words fell to the ground, Jiang Wuqi carried Feng Rugui back to the bed, "You can rest for a while, Pindao go and see how Aunt Fu is doing."

As soon as his back reached the bed, Feng Rugui wrapped his hands and feet around Jiang Wuqi, and then, with all his strength, he pressed Jiang Wuqi under his body, and gently kissed the silk handkerchief that he personally wrapped around Jiang Wuqi's neck.

Under the silk handkerchief was the wound bitten by him, the wound was still fresh, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood, he could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from the wound without getting close.

He kissed for a long time before he said apologetically, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Wuqi said frankly: "It does hurt a little, but it's not very painful."

Feng Rugui sat up and looked at Jiang Wuqi condescendingly: "To make up for it, how about I buy a few more Deluoyu for you?"

Before Jiang Wuqi could speak, he added: "If you don't agree, I'll just assume you blame me and refuse to forgive me."

"Like home..." Jiang Wuqi called out helplessly, and then said, "All right, the poor have accepted."

Feng Rugui said contentedly: "It's fine if you agree."

He got off the bed, took Jiang Wuqi's hand again, pulled him off the bed, and said: "Wuqi, I'll go with you to see the aunt, I'm a little worried."

Jiang Wuqi nodded, and left the room with Feng Rugui.

The door of Fu's mother's room was closed tightly, Feng Rugui raised his hand and knocked, and heard Fu's mother inside answer: "Come in."

The two of them were able to enter the room, but Fu's mother turned her back to them, trembling slightly from her back.

Feng Rugui hurriedly walked to Fu's mother's side, and saw that she was holding a sewing box in both hands, which contained a piece of silver, several copper plates and some needles and threads.

Fu's mother noticed that Feng Rugui was approaching, grabbed the sewing box tightly, and said mournfully: "I found out that this sewing box has been tampered with, because there is no valuables in this sewing box, and the room has not been tampered with." The old man felt strange in his mind, so he opened it to take a look, and saw this piece of broken silver and 29 copper plates."

As soon as Feng Rugui heard it, he knew it must be Fu Mingxu who put it in it. Sure enough, he heard Fu's mother say again: "Aside from Mingxu, who else would hide money in the sewing box and leave it to the old man..."

She pointed to the broken silver: "Look, it's still stained with the sugar liquid he used to draw sugar figures."

Feng Rugui followed what Fu's mother pointed out, and there was indeed a trace of dried sugar liquid on the broken silver.

Mother Fu stared intently at the sewing box in her hand, and recalled: "Mingxu was very naughty when he was young, often fighting with others, teasing cats and walking dogs, climbing trees to smash bird's nests... As a result, his clothes were often damaged, He was afraid of being punished by the old body and his father. Once his clothes were damaged, he dared not enter the door. Even if it was dark, he would not come back. His temper is mild, but palm slaps are always unavoidable. The old man advised his father not to slap him. If there were too many times, his father would just slap him a few times to put on a show. Then he took the needle and thread from the sewing box and sewed his clothes. Due to the poverty of the family, the old man gritted his teeth and bought him a new dress until his clothes were full of patches. He obviously liked it so much It was all shining, but he showed a look of disgust on his face, saying that the color, style and material of the new clothes did not suit his liking..."

She choked up a little and said: "The old man asked him to wear new clothes. After wearing them for a few days, he put on the old clothes again. The new clothes will be given to his younger brother. He loves his younger brother very much, but he killed two He was beheaded to show the public, his younger brother not only didn't pay him a glance, he even sold A Yin who was entrusted to his younger brother's care... "Miss Feng, you said that if A Yin hadn't been sold to her short-lived husband, Would she not have to work so hard?She was not accompanied by her husband during pregnancy, and she had to bring up two children. Even if the old man wanted to, he couldn't help her much. After all, the old man was old and had few years to live, and her mother-in-law would be better if she lived longer. As short-lived as her husband is, she might not even be able to afford a coffin with two children... and with two children, it is not easy for her to remarry. "

The sewing box is made of iron, probably due to the age, the whole box is densely covered with rust, and the rust looks a bit scratchy.

Feng Rugui finger-pointed to remove Mrs. Fu's ten fingers attached to the sewing box, put the sewing box on the same old dressing table, and then persuaded: "A Yin and her husband, who died young, have a deep love. Maybe she would rather bear the pain of her husband's early death than lose the years of being with her husband? Ah Yin is no longer a virgin, her husband should have known it on the wedding night, or maybe he knew it from the very beginning. But he never revealed anything to Ah Yin, and he loves Ah Yin very much. He is such a good husband, and the years with him should be the happiest years in Ah Yin's life so far. Auntie, you are obviously a An outsider, how can you completely negate Ah Yin's husband based on your own thinking?"

After a long time, Mother Fu forced a smile: "Miss Feng, thank you for comforting me."

Feng Rugui said, "I'm not trying to comfort you, I'm just telling you my own opinion."

Seeing that the wrinkles on Fu's mother's face stretched a little, he shook Jiang Wuqi's hand who silently accompanied him, and then asked cautiously: "Ma'am, why did you fall into that soul-calling well? Was it just a moment of carelessness?"

"Didn't you think that the old man would jump into the well?" Hearing this, Fu's mother felt warmed by Feng Rugui's carefulness, "How could the old man jump into the well because of Mingxu's affairs? I will be knocked down by misfortune, not to mention, I have never met my great-grandson or great-granddaughter."

Feng Rugui breathed a sigh of relief immediately: "It's because I underestimated aunt, I hope aunt will forgive me."

"I'm sorry for what you said, but I would like to thank the two of you for saving me, otherwise I'm afraid I will die." Fu's mother said doubtfully, "But it is said that the soul-calling well is so deep, how did you bring it to me?" The old man rescued him?"

This mother Fu is an ordinary person, Feng Rugui is inconvenient to explain to her in detail, he only perfunctorily said that he had practiced Taoism and had some skills, so he cast a spell and rescued her.

Fu's mother's heart is like a mirror, knowing that Feng is at home, she doesn't want to say more, so she acted like she had suddenly realized, and said: "So it is."

She thought about it again: "At that time, the soul-calling well was very strange, the old body was just passing through the soul-calling well, as if someone was pulling the old body into the well with hands."

This should be Huixin's illusion, just like when he and Jiang Wuqi fell into the well of summoning souls.

Feng Rugui hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Have you ever thought about filling up the soul-invoking well? In fact, it is not a long-term solution to use the blood of the living to support the soul. Since the dead are dead, they should go to the underworld. After being judged by King Yama, one must either re-enter reincarnation or redeem sins. The people in Fujia Village are just prolonging the time of the dead in the world, but what if it is prolonged? Those who should enter reincarnation will eventually enter reincarnation , Those who should atone for their sins will eventually atone for their sins, but they only implicate the living. The living are innocent, so what if they want to support their souls, even if it comes from their own hearts? The living should have the way of the living, and should not be burdened by the dead , and provide for the soul for a long time, how can the living bear it? Madam..."

He said again: "Ma'am, in order to support Mr. Fu, your physical condition must have deteriorated a lot?"