Peter's Enemy

About 11 years ago, it was Zhongli Muchuan who braved the flames of war and rushed back to the palace to rescue seven-year-old Fan Qing.

Seven-year-old Fan Qing hid in the rice vat in the dining room, and he didn't even dare to show his head out of the rice pile when there was noise outside.He was startled by the sound of approaching footsteps, and suddenly half of his body was pulled out of the rice vat by a strong hand, "What's your father's name?"

Fan Qing didn't dare to vent his anger, "Fancheng."

He was lifted out of the rice vat by someone who came and hugged him by the waist. The white rice grains were scattered all over the ground. It was the last time he saw the desolate and flustered palace. The corpses, fallen objects, everything was messy and hopeless.

"Afraid?"

He stared at the dangling silver sword in the man's hand, "Don't be afraid."

"He is the son of Fancheng."

Afterwards, he bumped on that man's horse for several days, only stopping to rest once when he passed a stream on the way.

The stream water is clear and pleasant, as if it has not been harmed by the war in the mortal world at all, "I want to go down too, my butt hurts from sitting on it."

The man squatted by the stream with a kettle in his hand, turned around, "Okay."

His waist was gently grabbed and brought down.

"Drink water."

After taking two sips, "You drink too."

The man tightened the lid of the pot after drinking, "Do you want to take a rest?"

He looked at the man, tall and thin, his eyelashes were curved like peach blossoms, his face was a little yellow, and he never smiled, but his whole body exuded a gentle aura, but his eyes were distant, as if hiding something sad.

"What's your name"

"Zhongli Muchuan."

"I'll marry you when I grow up."

Fan Qing stared at him closely.

Zhongli Muchuan looked at him in surprise, he was not frightened by Fan Qing's words, but his eyes looked too much like Fan Cheng.He suddenly wanted to cry, his eyes were so red, he stroked Fan Qing's hair lightly, and smiled bitterly.

Zhongli Muchuan took him to a cave, that mountain was very close to the place where he was born, and also very close to the place where Fancheng passed away. He wanted to be at the place where the soul of Fancheng was, and let him watch with his own eyes that he put his son to death. raise up.

"Master Mu Chuan, look, I caught a pheasant on the mountain today, why don't we roast it and eat it?"

"But I never kill or eat meat. How can a good living thing have the heart to let it die? How many people think that this breath has no chance."

"Qing'er is the most obedient, Master Muchuan doesn't kill, and Qing'er doesn't kill."

When Fan Qing was eight years old, he once wanted to play and ran to the depths of the mountain.At that time, Zhongli Muchuan was setting fire to cook in the cave, and when the meal was ready, he didn't see Fan Qing coming back for a long time.Zhongli Muchuan searched from corner to corner in the very dim light, and almost searched all over the deep mountains, only when he turned back, he heard the sound of a child crying in the tree.

Zhongli Muchuan flew up to the top of the tree with ease, and was about to hug him when Fan Qing slipped into his arms, "Master Muchuan, why did you come here? I was so scared, so scared, and I called you many times in my heart." , you don’t even come.” Fan Qing cried very sadly, Zhongli Muchuan managed to coax him to sleep, and carried him back to the cave.Zhongli Muchuan knew that he had encountered a wolf in the mountains and was frightened.That night, Zhongli Muchuan stuffed a seed he carried with him into Fan Qing's arms.Zhongli Muchuan was a barbarian who grew up in a small village at the border between Fan Kingdom and Di people.The barbarians are naturally good at martial arts, especially light kung fu.They also have a strange thing, which is Junsiwo.Jun Siwo is the seed that grows on the Jubilee tree, but now after the scourge of war, the Jubilee tree no longer exists.However, he has the habit of collecting things since he was a child, and he still has one hidden in his body at this moment.

Thirty days later, Jun Si Wo will be contaminated with Jun's breath. As long as you plant Jun Si Wo in your heart at this time, no matter where you are in the world, as long as you miss me, I will feel it.

The thirtieth day is here, Zhongli Muchuan gently squeezes Junsiwo out of the sleeping little Fan Qing's arms.He took off half of his shirt, held the knife in his right hand and pierced his heart. The bright red blood dripped on Jun Siwo, and he stuffed Jun Siwo into his heart. The pain seemed to be bitten by some poisonous scorpion. Take a sip.His bloody hands picked up the needles, and the wounds on his heart were stitched up again. Thirty days later, Jun Siwo would heal, and a jubilation flower would grow in his heart. Junsi, I will plant it.

Junsi, I have indeed planted it. This kind is ten years old.

In fact, Fan Qing still yearns for the outside world, so he would often take advantage of Zhongli Muchuan's cooking time to run down the mountain to play and visit the study.Furthermore, he was only brought out by Zhongli Muchuan when he was seven years old, and he remembered everything he should remember. He never forgot that he was the young master of the subjugated country, nor did he forget that his father was the monarch of the Fan country who died in battle.However, in front of Zhongli Muchuan, he pretended that he had forgotten everything, saying that he was too young to remember anything.He did this only to be with Zhongli Muchuan, because he knew that once he decided to take revenge, then he and Zhongli Muchuan would only be adrift, and they would not be able to live such an ordinary and dependent life. To him, his Muchuan The master is no match for any enmity or hatred.

At the age of 17, it seemed like a magic box was suddenly opened, and it was also like a sudden awakening of epiphyllum. Some ignorant things quietly bloomed in a trance through alcohol and an unspeakable little book.

Fan Qing was flipping through the collection of ancient sayings in his study, when he suddenly smelled the strong smell of alcohol beside him, he turned around and stared at the drunk man strangely.The drunk man held the small book in his hand and read it with relish. Fan Qing stared at him uncomfortably, and hiccupped, "Here, here's for you to read." Fan Qing hurriedly held the small book thrown over, and the title page opened naked and indescribably entwined.

"This," Fan Qing blushed.

"Why, no, I haven't tried it." The drunk man winked at him as if he understood something.

"I'll give it back to you, I don't watch this kind of thing."

Fan Qing was so ashamed that he dropped the book and ran away from the study.The streets of the small town were bustling with each other, and everything was as usual, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.However, even in such a remote town, such small books exist. It seems that the desires of people all over the world have something in common.

Fan Qing was on the way back to the cave, his heart was beating uncontrollably, while thinking about Master Mu Chuan, he couldn't get rid of a page in the little book.As he was walking, he saw a person coming towards him, and he was carrying a small lantern.

"Qing'er!"

"Master Mu Chuan." He said blankly.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhongli Muchuan felt that Fan Qing was thinking about him, and this feeling of missing him was different from before, with a burning feeling as if it was going to explode, so he came out to look for Fan Qing.

"do not know."

Zhongli Muchuan put his hand gently on Fan Qing's forehead, and Fan Qing obediently closed his eyes.But as soon as Zhongli Muchuan touched his hand, the contents of the little book appeared in his mind, and his whole body became hotter and hotter.

"Probably there was a cool breeze when you went down the mountain. Your forehead is very hot. I'll wipe your body with cold water when I go back."

Zhongli Muchuan bent down, and Fan Qing naturally lay on his back, holding a small lantern in one hand.It is common for Zhongli Muchuan to carry Fan Qing on his back, and he hasn't quit until he was 16 years old.

Fan Qing lazily lay on Zhongli Muchuan's back, leaning against his neck.Fan Qing's ears were very red, and his eyes seemed to be on fire. He subconsciously closed his eyes and kissed Zhongli Muchuan's neck. Feeling that it wasn't enough, he peeled off his clothes and kissed on the collarbone.

"Qing'er, what are you doing, is it burnt out, are you uncomfortable?"

Fan Qing stopped, didn't reply, just rubbed Zhongli Muchuan's neck.

"Hey, wait a little longer and you'll be home."

Fan Qing really looked as if he had a fever, his whole body was insane, and his body was also very hot.

Zhongli Muchuan brought cold water as usual, took off Fan Qing's shirt, wrung out the towel and wiped it for him.

Fan Qing lay quietly on the bed, and said foolishly, "Master Mu Chuan, the more you rub, the hotter I will become."

"How could it be? Soon, just wash off the cold water and sleep."

Fan Qing stared at Zhongli Muchuan, Zhongli Muchuan's hands were very slippery, as the cool towel brushed his ribs, his navel, and his waist——

"what"

Zhongli Muchuan was pulled and pressed on the bed by Fan Qing, he was half sitting and half topless riding on Zhongli Muchuan.The wet towel was tightly held in Zhongli Muchuan's hand.

Fan Qing looked at Zhongli Muchuan with blurred eyes, and gradually approached, and when he was about to reach his lips, "Qing'er, are you hot and confused?"

When Fan Qing was asked such a question, he suddenly didn't know what to do. He only read a page of the little book and didn't know what to do. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, so he took the opportunity to fall aside and pretended to be asleep. look.

When he pretended to be asleep, he could feel Zhongli Muchuan turning him over to wipe his back and covering him with a thin blanket.In the past, he took it for granted to enjoy all this, but this night, he suddenly felt a little strange, as if there was a certain relationship between them that needed to be confirmed.He remembered the words he said to Master Muchuan many years ago when he was a child, "I will marry you when I grow up!" His whole body seemed to be hit by an electric current and couldn't move.But he still turned sideways and looked at Zhongli Muchuan who was sleeping soundly beside him. He stretched out his hand and lightly touched Zhongli Muchuan's earlobe. He touched Zhongli Muchuan's earlobe twice, but it was not satisfying, so he secretly kissed him again.He groped down with his hand, held Zhongli Muchuan's hand tightly, and slept on his shoulder.He thought to himself, after sleeping, he had to go to the town the next day to find out what happened to Xiaoshu.

At noon the next day, Fan Qing slipped down the mountain again, went to the study and searched for a long time but didn't see the drunk man.I was disappointed, and at a glance, I saw a drunk in a restaurant.He went in and sat down in front of the drunk.The restaurant has a strong smell of alcohol, which smells a little pungent.

"Why is it you?" The drunk put down his wine bowl.

"I, I want to borrow yesterday's little book."

"As expected, yesterday was all prudence." The drunk man had an indescribable expression on his face.

"Give you."

Fan Qing turned over quickly, and felt extremely ashamed after turning over, his face turned red.

"Look at those beautiful women on the street, do you feel itchy?"

"No."

Fan Qing hasn't digested those desire-filled things yet, but he has a feeling that he really wants to hug Master Mu Chuan.

"Look at your blushing, you're prudish again."

"This kind of thing, this kind of thing can only be done when the two are married?"

"It's better, otherwise it will ruin the reputation of the girl's family. Which one do you like, and let your adults go to her house to propose a marriage for you to go back."

"Yes, I said I would marry him."

"Seeing how nervous you are, come on, have some wine. The drunk poured him a bowl of wine."

Fan Qing hesitated and didn't drink.

"Drink something that can relax you, your face is blushing."

Fan Qing took the wine bowl and drank a glass, then drank another bowl, and couldn't take it anymore.

"Master Muchuan, Master Muchuan."

"Why did you just leave!"

Fan Qing waved his hands crookedly and walked out of the restaurant, muttering, "Master Mu Chuan, Master Mu Chuan, I said I want to marry you."

Dizzy and walking up the mountain, he bumped into Zhongli Muchuan again.In the afternoon, the sun makes people lazy, and there is an illusion of rest.

"Master Muchuan, why are you here?" Fan Qing hugged Zhongli Muchuan with his arms around his waist.

"Why, you've been drinking."

"Master Mu Chuan, yes, Master Mu Chuan, you came just in time. I said I would marry you, and I would marry you. Come, kneel down."

Fan Qing pulled Zhongli Mu Chuan to his knees, "Qing'er!"

"As evidenced by the mountains and forests, the soul of my father and lord has witnessed it. I, Fan Qing, will marry Master Mu Chuan today..."

"enough!"

That seemed to be the first time Zhongli Muchuan spoke to him so loudly.

"Stop messing around and go back."

Fan Qing was already dizzy, Zhongli Muchuan still walked up the mountain with him on his back. "Father! Fancheng, can you see it in the sky? I will never betray you. I will guard you until I go to hell to meet you. Qing'er is old enough to marry, Maybe it's time for him to go down the mountain and live a normal life."

Fan Qing was frightened by Zhongli Muchuan's roar, and his stomach hurt after drinking, so he collapsed on Zhongli Muchuan's back and fell asleep.

Zhongli Muchuan carried Fan Qing all the way back to the cave, just as he was sitting on the bed, Fan Qing pressed him on the bed, but his eyes were obviously still closed, obviously drunk.

Fan Qing casually untied Zhongli Muchuan's belt, stripped off his clothes, and kissed his lips, neck, and collarbone lingeringly.

Zhongli Muchuan pushed him away abruptly, and sat with his clothes open.

Fan Qing was in a daze, lying on the bed feeling lost.

"I want to marry you, I want you."

"No. You must be drunk, you can go down the mountain tomorrow."

"why why!"

"no why"

Zhongli Muchuan was about to put on his belt, but was held down by Fan Qing again, "Say, say you are willing."

Zhongli Muchuan turned his head, "No, we can't."

"Then why do you say!"

Zhongli Muchuan glanced at You Longjian standing on the wall, "My heart has long since died, and died with your father."

"No, how could it be, it's my father! Don't try to find any excuses to fool me." Fan Qing cried and roared.

"Otherwise, why do you think I risked my life to save you?"

Fan Qing sneered and sat up, "It turns out that these ten years were all fake. You took care of me and treated me well, but it was because of my father."

"Yes. He once told me that if he can win the battle, he will marry me when he comes back."

"Enough! I do what you wish, and we will part ways tomorrow."

The wind from the cave blows coolly with the moonlight, the shadow sits alone, and then falls down silently.

It was a very long night, Fan Qing didn't sleep on one side with him, but on the other side with his back on his back.Both of them are full of emotions. At this moment, the pursuit of love in Fan Qing's heart is fading little by little. If he leaves here, Zhongli Muchuan, then he will be an orphan completely, and hatred has become the only source of strength for this orphan.

Zhongli Muchuan turned sideways and stared at the Youlong Sword, thinking to himself, "Qing'er, it's not that you are bad, it's just that life is like this, I met him first, and then I met you."