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"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"You didn't sleep either."

"That's because you didn't sleep. I wonder why you didn't sleep, so I didn't sleep either."

"Why didn't you say that you were afraid of what I might do to you, so you couldn't sleep because of fear."

"Old Wen..." Xie Changhuan turned over and leaned forward again until the tip of his nose brushed against his nose, then he lowered his voice and said softly, "I wish you could do something to me."

Wen Fuzhu sneered, snorted and planned to turn over.

Xie Changhuan was sure that this was covered up by darkness, and the man turned his head shyly because he was embarrassed by what he said, so he quickly stretched out his hand to pull his shoulder, not wanting him to turn his back on him.

But he didn't expect that his body was slippery, and he almost let go of his hand all of a sudden, so he had to use his strength to pull him back, but the touch of his hand was very good, and he couldn't help rubbing it a few more times.

Wen Fuzhu didn't make a sound, just let him touch it in silence.

"Old Wen, your collarbone is also very comfortable here."

"It's so comfortable, it was specially made for your chin."

Xie Changhuan just touched his shoulder a few times, and before she could get her face stuck in it, she couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"It's raining heavily outside."

"Um."

"It's getting cold..."

"No."

"Really, you'll probably be cold in a while." Xie Changhuan quietly pulled the quilt on him calmly.

Wen Fu had no choice but to be generous, and lifted the quilt first, "If you want to come in, come in."

"Okay, okay." Xie Changhuan hastily threw away his quilt and pushed in, grabbing Wen Fuzhu firmly.

"Honestly, are you really afraid of thunder?"

"...No." This time, Xie Changhuan experienced Wen Fuzhu Chang's helplessness.

I couldn't help but slipped a few hands on his body—tsk, what a touch!

Xie Changhuan was blissfully happy in her heart, and couldn't help but tentatively poked him on the cheek a few times, but Wen Fuzhu didn't respond at all.

Yes, Wen Fu wished him no reaction at all.

... Xie Changhuan was a little helpless, there was no use in being so happy playing alone, after thinking about it, she couldn't help but caught Wen Fuzhu's hand in the dark, and pressed his hand on her chest forcibly.

Wen Fuzhu was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

No matter how thick-skinned Xie Changhuan is, this sentence still feels a bit strange when he utters it, but, it's definitely not that he can swallow it now, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

So he cleared his throat, trying not to look so obscene, "Old Wen, touch me too."

"..."

"Old Wen? Why are you silent?"

"...I was just thinking."

"Um?"

Patting the bed with one hand to borrow strength, Wen Fuzhu suddenly kicked Xie Changhuan down with a sideways kick, hitting his lower abdomen, "You should just stay on the ground for me."

Xie Changhuan wanted to cry but had no tears. Wasn't the atmosphere just now very good...

"Old Wen..." Killer Xie climbed up for the second time without giving up.

Wen Fuzhu was rolling up his quilt, planning to throw it on the ground for him.

Xie Changhuan rushed over to stop him, "You...it's not what I said...it's just the two of us now, and the rain is still loud outside, even if we do something now, they can't hear clearly...so it's time for you, old Wen What are you trying to do with me being hypocritical and shy?"

"I'm thinking about your safety and mine."

"what?"

"You are a beast that can harden with just one kiss. If I touch you again, it's okay?!" Wen Fuzhu slapped him on the back of the head and pushed him to continue to walk under the bed. talk to me."

"Old Wen!!! I won't go down, I won't go down, I won't go down..."

Xie Changhuan clung to the side of the bed, but refused to get off.

Wen Fu wished helplessness, after all, he was also a man in his early thirties.

Regarding the joy of cloud and rain... Yes, he has never tasted the wonderful taste of it, but it does not mean that he has never seen, heard or almost tried it.

It has been more than 30 years. After being rescued, he did not leave much shadow in his heart. After all, there are many other interesting and fun things waiting for him to discover in the great world.

But within a year of having fun, he began to study with his master.

Although I had some fun playing secretly and hiding all the time, I still had a lot of time to be serious.Including when he grew up a little later, when he could do anything for Kaisheng, for sources of information, for inquiring about information, for extorting confessions by torture... He has too many strange ways to make those people speak, of course , and there is no shortage of physical means.

Jiang Mo actually admired his calmness.

But his own calmness has been tempered - he had saved a woman from a brothel when he was still a teenager.Later, in order to follow him, the girl willingly became a pawn in his hand.

The girl's name is "Zhiyan".

The border wind in the south is not as easy to conquer as people in the world say.

really not.

In fact, Wen Fuzhu didn't express his opinion on Jiang Mo's desire to swallow Fengfeng into his stomach at the beginning, until Zhiyan, the most proud spy in his hand, got involved in it.

For that piece of irrelevant news... it's really not worth it.

He was actually very tired at that time, Tianjie only wanted to find a way to sleep, but Jiang Mo led the army outside, and simply rolled up his bedding to find him—isn't it just a border wind? !Just take it!

If you think back to those days, it is also very beautiful.

It was a cool night, and he and Jiang Mo were standing on the edge of the boundary wall, with the cold front of soldiers stretching for tens of miles under their feet.

He sits in the town to make plans, and he is invincible.

The two people who grew up together were able to connect with each other in some places.

Iron horses in military uniforms drank strong wine, talked about tents and then smiled at the beacon fires, what they said was just such a perfect match.

After Fengfeng captured, in order to stabilize the political power, Wen Fuzhu recruited a large number of people like Zhiyan.

Men have it, women have it, and children have it.

If the world wants to be drunk with gold, I will give you drunk with gold and paper.

If people in the world want beauty to overwhelm the country, I will give it to you.

If the world asks for sensuality, I will give you sensuality.

What are you afraid of?

I am not afraid of anything!

No respect for destiny, no fear of life and death, and disdain for private affairs.

I can give you whatever you want!

But in the same way, how many people who have fallen into the trap of desire can die well?

When I first saw them using physical means to talk, Wen Fuzhu was also good at it, and sometimes it was difficult to hold back secretly.After all, he was a man after all.

If this is the case, he will definitely leave the table first, and only wait for those people to get the news back and then pass it on to him.

However, it is always worrying.

Especially after there was a mess where news was embezzled.

"Fengmo" is actually not just as the world says, only Yuya.In the past, there was also a spy team called "Zhiyan", which was a group of people recruited by Wen Fuzhu—after all, they still had a little conscience, and what they wanted was just some people from the brothel and small waiter's building. Before selecting these people, he would also secretly observe for a while whether they were of a temperament that could be spared.

But there are also times when judgment is wrong. He remembers once taking a child, thirteen or fourteen years old, very delicate and beautiful.

I always thought that he was willing to fight, but he replied, "But I just want to follow you. I don't want to be played by others anymore."

The angry Wen Fuzhu couldn't laugh or cry, when did he play with the minds of this group of people?

He is very different from them, and the relationship line is also cleanly divided.When did he tell this kid to like him?

But Jiang Mo always laughed at him at that time, "Wen Fuzhu, there is a limit to narcissism. If you hadn't seduced them back then, how could they have followed you."

With one word, Wen Fuzhu wanted to go over and fight him - when I wasted sleep time, manpower and material resources secretly observing them for two or three months or even half a year, was it easy for me? !

Afterwards, he worked hard for a long time, but he couldn't tell if his mind couldn't get rid of the relationship. Wen Fuzhu was very helpless—he felt a little pity, this kid is suitable for martial arts, and his mind is also active, but it's a pity that he doesn't understand.

There will never be forced feelings in the world, besides, he is an upright man, how can he still fall in love with the same sex?Forget it, how could he still fall in love with a child?I don't know how those people who live in the pile of money desires have such deformed emotions.

Puzzled, but Wen Fuzhu could only continue to smile helplessly and pretend to comfort him, lying to him that he would not let him do those things he didn't want to do, until he was coaxed to fall asleep. The dark green silver needle turned upside down several times, and finally pierced in.

—He couldn't be softhearted.His heart softened for a moment, and he might plant a huge hidden danger for Kaisheng in the future, after all, he had already shaken things off with this child.

Also blame him for being too impatient.

It's also his fault for being too sure of his own inner speculation.

But it was far from expected—the reason why he could listen to his own words, listen to his own orders, and follow him to the death was only for the purpose of being used by "myself".

It's ridiculous!Does he look that perverted?

Or is it a child who came out of that kind of place and already considered himself a plaything in his heart, unable to have a new start?

Therefore, as he got older and the "cigarette" army in his hand grew stronger, he admired the girl Zhiyan he met at the beginning even more.

The most important thing in the world is to have "informed people", and even more valuable to have "understanders".

Many people have lived for most of their lives, but they actually don’t understand many things. If they understand, no matter how confused they are, pretending not to understand is another learning.

Zhiyan was not a brothel girl from the very beginning, she fell into the geisha career halfway through her family, but because of her outstanding talents and her beauty, how many people don't want to play with such a woman?

In troubled times, after all, it is impossible to escape the word power and sex.

So... Sometimes, if one person is too much, there will be no good end. After all, everything has a limit.

He pulled her out of the fire and water at the beginning - he just couldn't bear it.

There was the sound of drums from Hualou opera, and the lights in front of the door were dimly lit. Wen Fuzhu, who was still young at that time, held a blue bone umbrella, and temporarily entered the attic just to avoid the rain.

——There is such a wonderful sound and scene in the small broken town, which made him dumbfounded at that time.

At that time, Kaisheng had just been built, and he took the time to visit the land near the south. He heard from his master and elder brother that this was his hometown.

It coincided with God's will crying rain again, so he had to stop for another night.

Rescuing her out of here again, it was because I had been driving the horse northward for half a month, but I was still thinking about that strange woman in the world, so I couldn't help turning the horse's head and galloping back.

He knew this kind of feeling in his heart—not liking, not loving, just admiring.So what if there is flawed jade?For a girl who was supposed to be held in the hands of everyone to fall into such a situation, wouldn't she still be talking and laughing, wouldn't she still be living a beautiful life? !

With such talent and elegance, how can someone in the village put him under him and ride him at will if he gets to the most prosperous capital today? !

Panting, he broke into her boudoir, took her hand and wanted to take it out.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Then where should I be?"

Wen Fuzhu was dumbfounded by the rhetorical question.

His three-inch tongue unexpectedly froze sometimes.

Even, even at that time, I felt a little uncomfortable—is it because there is still a bit of blood in the quack in my body?Shouldn't I have been trapped in a place like a temple for a long time, can't I do such absurd nonsense?

Later she went with him.

She was sitting on the horseback, with her head lightly leaning against his back, her smile was clear and shallow, as if she had never been polluted by such a black lake atmosphere, "Young master is really heartless when you talk, since you don't like me, help me do it What?"

He could only repeat dully, "You shouldn't be there."

It's like... Shouldn't I be in Weisheng's big cage?

"Then where should I be? 』

Yeah, so where should I be?

At that time, Wen Fuzhu couldn't help but ask himself in the bottom of his heart.

When he first reached out to rescue her, he really couldn't bear to have her in that kind of place, but...why did so many things happen after that?

Maybe there is no girl, and there is no "cigarette" for him.

Until that day when the courtyard was clear, she said with a smile, "Wen Fuzhu, can you let me also do my part for Kai Sheng."

"What?" he was surprised.

"Kai Shengjian did a good job. I finally got rid of that stupid and stinky emperor. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fallen to this point. But... Now that I've fallen..." She suddenly laughed softly again, with a smile on her ankle. The silver bell tied to it is not as crisp as her smile, "Then I might as well be the most eccentric flower that blooms underground."

"I want to do my part for Kaisheng. I want to be the weirdest piranha in the dark."

"I know you won't like me. Then... don't feel sorry for me anymore. Let me live as a kind of pride in the troubled times, okay?"

"If I can really do something... I think that even if I die one day, I will have no regrets."

Like admiring her determination, but also admiring her state of mind, Wen Fuzhu felt so small for the first time.

Beside Begonia under the moon, she was holding the pipa and dangling her legs, but her eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

Looking directly at him, he finally couldn't help but nodded slightly, "Okay."

——For the first time in his life, he answered so dumbly, so heart-piercingly, so shamelessly.

That's right, in order to become the weirdest ruler in the dark, Wen Fuzhu's work was indeed not precise enough or perfect. He needed such a special spy team.

At first, it was not like I never felt an embarrassment of conscience.

But he is a counselor, and he wants to live for the people of Kaisheng. If Kaisheng wants to win every battle, he must know himself and the enemy, so he needs news from all directions. If it’s embarrassing, it’s embarrassing. Those people... may be placed in a brothel It can't play a big role in it, and after ten years or so, who else would like it?How much is the sincerity of the world worth?If it's here... I can still create a way for them to survive.

Although this way of life is equally dishonorable, at least they will have a place to retire in the future.

Even this place for the elderly is still a birdcage where the sun cannot be seen.

For some unknown reason, Wen Fuzhu's eyes trembled suddenly, and he felt that a hand stretched out and pinched his throat invisibly, stealing even a breath.

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