Chiwuxing

Chapter Seventy-Second - Fear of mistakes in words before words

"How's it going? How's the battle on your side?" The skinny barbarian bowed his waist, and his sneaky look immediately kicked the people on the side, "Oh... hiss..."

"As soon as we met..." Bowa bent over and rubbed his legs, and complained in a low voice, "You just vented all your grievances against the Yan people on me...you are so cruel..."

Muzhige raised his eyebrows: "Look at your virtue... It's been snowing for the past two days, and the fighting has just stopped for two days. The barbarians reminded us not to relax. Who knows if the Yan army will take advantage of it? What tricks are you playing at this time?"

"Hey," Bois moved closer, "Then why don't you take advantage of the rest of the two days to tell you about me..."

"Your business," Muzhige said, as if he couldn't remember, "what's your business?"

"Hey! Brother, you forgot." Bowa jumped up and said anxiously, "I told you at that time... Didn't you say that you want to speak for me and Brother Muzang?"

Muzhige looked stunned, and said: "Oh...you said you wanted to come...but I'm afraid Muzang and the others really can't decide this matter. The personnel affairs here are all in charge of the Hulan Department, and they are tight... ...You said that this is the time for battle, if you take advantage of this time to make any moves, you will be the one to blame..."

Bowa laughed and said, "As for my younger brother, my body can be of some use if it is actually on the battlefield. It's nothing more than fulfilling one of my wishes... Wasn't last night the day we worshiped our ancestors? Brother, I was also very angry... ...but it is said that your clans have all left separately, but you didn’t come back alone for such a big event? Did you gather in the barracks? Is there a way to kill animals and cook meat?”

"Get angry when you mention this," Muzhige's eyes showed a gloomy look, "the barbarians said that the Yan army might come to sneak attack at night in the past few days, so let's not relax our vigilance while making actions. Waiting for them to take the bait in a careless manner...Last night, we didn't let us light the fire and light the lamp! But I didn't see any action from the Yan army... I saw that these barbarians are no less tricky than the Yan people! Or pointing at their Reserve forces, who will fight with them!"

"Ah?" Bois widened his eyes and whispered, "...then you didn't do anything yesterday?"

"Hmph," Muzhige sneered, and said, "Podorosanto's temper is coming, but he intends to go to the theory, but the enemy is in front of him, and Muzang and the leaders of several small clans are trying to persuade him. What kind of internal strife, isn't it that the Yan people are being cheapened for nothing! In the end, it's all useless!"

"Brother, please keep your voice down..." Bois muttered, for fear of getting into trouble.

"What are you afraid of? Who in this snowy day ran outside to eavesdrop on people!" Muzhige said impatiently, "Let's talk about your matter later. If you want to help, it doesn't matter whether you come or not. It will be beneficial in the future." You are indispensable!"

"...Okay." Bowa raised his eyebrows together, opened his eyes, and said.

Muzhige glanced at him, changed the subject, and said, "What are you doing there?"

Bois sighed, and said: "It's nothing more than continuing to train soldiers on weekdays... Lord Wolf doesn't want to send troops as soon as possible, what's the use of shouting slogans at the rally like yesterday? It's not like you who have been slaughtering enemies all day , how enjoyable... sooner or later, the minds of the clansmen will fall apart..."

Muzhige raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young Hu man, and said, "Don't worry, I'll find you a chance in the future, and let's go kill the enemy together with a knife."

"Good!" Bois grinned at him.

"Okay," Muzhige raised his hand and scratched the red ears of the Hu man youth, and said, "It's snowing this afternoon, so go back quickly, I should go back too."

Bowa smiled and said, "Yes, hurry up, don't let the other side know."

Muzhige scoffed: "I'm mourning the ancestors of the Hui people in an upright manner, and I'm not doing evil things. Don't use your sneaky thoughts to speculate on me..."

"Yes, yes," Bois replied with a smile, "Brother, hurry up, someone will really catch you and take me, the 'heroic ancestor', with you."

"Stinky boy," Muzhige was also amused, turned around and waved, "Let's go..."

The smile on Bowa's face remained undiminished, and he watched Muzhige leave from the city wall. After the black shadow gradually melted into the snow, he turned around, raised his hand to rub his stiff face, and strode forward with a breath. Turn hurriedly into the alley in Wangdu.

The snow on the ground has accumulated up to the ankles. Although it is not the depth of winter, it still hinders walking.Most of the young and weak women in the capital stayed behind closed doors, and there was no one in the alleys. Some barbarians who were good at riding and shooting were unwilling to be lonely, and went hunting on horses in the forest. The iron-walled city was even more deserted.

"Hey, Bowa!" A middle-aged barbarian who happened to come out from the side room came to see Bowa walking by. He wondered, "Why are you outside at this time?"

Bowa took out a flat object from his bosom, picked it up and waved his hands, and said with a smile: "Isn't there a living person lying in the house? I took him some leftovers from the dining room eat……"

The barbarian knew who he was talking about, so he smiled and said: "You are really conscientious... What can you do if you don't eat a meal, and you want to come out and run for him?"

"Quan should come out to do some activities." Bois didn't want to say more here, but just smiled, "Whenever I can practice well, I won't have to do these miscellaneous jobs all the time."

"You're still young, so train yourself slowly," the middle-aged barbarian encouraged. "By the way, Lord Wolf said that we will gather in the paddock when the snow is light in the afternoon. Don't forget to rush there later."

"Okay," Bois said, "Then I'll go back quickly, and you should go to work first, so I won't waste your time."

"it is good."

Bowa nodded to him, then quickened his pace, walked westward from the east wall to the outermost row of wall houses, and pushed open one of the doors with ease.

Bowa broke into the house and immediately turned around and closed the door.

The light in the room was sparse, and it was still much warmer than the outside room. He took a few deep breaths, slowly walked forward a few steps, put the paper bag on the bedside casually, glanced at the opposite side, and was startled.

I thought the person on the bed was still asleep, but happened to meet the half-opened eyes of the person on the bed, and looked at him, motionless, as if he was still in a dream, looking through him at the objects in the dream.

Every time Bowa looked at the Yanren, he couldn't help but be caught by the coldness in the cool gray eyes.It was not birds and geese passing across the lake calmly, but an extremely sharp and extremely cold cold hook drilled out, freezing the person in it the moment it hooked.

The resentment accumulated in Bowa's heart was suppressed at this moment when they looked at each other. He turned his eyes in embarrassment and said, "Are you... awake?"

Fu Chen wanted to speak, but his throat was so sticky and dry that he couldn't speak, so he had to push his elbows and sit up from the head of the bed.Seeing the black fur covering his body, he remained silent for a long time.

Bowa handed over the paper bag beside the bed, and said: "There are only some Hubing left at noon, I brought you some, if you are hungry, you can fill it first."

Seeing that the young man didn't reach out to pick it up, he thought he was holding a grudge, so he became a little impatient, threw it beside him, and said, "There are only so many things, whether you like it or not... I have no obligation to care about you so much."

Fu Chen blinked, looking at the thrown party of Hubing, a bit of dark oil stain on the paper bag pulled it out of the mess.This sleep was so rare and peaceful that his body sluggishly followed, as if he had lost his defenses.

For the first time, he was no longer infested by monsters and chaos in his dream, and there was no dark red and dark messy dream. There was only a simple boat floating leisurely on the calm water, neither advancing nor retreating, no more There is no imminent time limit for the turmoil of human presence.

He picked up the cake and was trying to open his mouth to thank him, when he heard Bois continue: "When Chasa brought you here in the morning, he told you to pack up and move to live with him."

Fu Chen was taken aback, and froze for words.

Bowa couldn't stand his silence all day long, so he said impatiently, "If you finish eating, pack up your things and leave quickly...don't expect me to serve you every day..."

"...Okay." Fu Chen clenched his mustache tightly, and tried his best to utter a short syllable.

Seeing that he finally made a sound, Bowa raised his eyebrows, wishing to pour out the words he had held back earlier, and complained again and again: "You have accidents every few days, if you can't stay, don't hold on, I'm not a professional I came to do chores for you. Yesterday was our big day. The whole family stayed up all night. I just came back in the morning and I had to help put you on the bed. Chasa asked me to cover you with clothes and quilts and deliver Food, you are a living Yanren in front of me. I didn’t beat you up like last night because I was kind. What else do you want? Ordinarily, we are not short of you among the Huren. Those who know martial arts, who are you showing your cold face all day..."

Fu Chen lowered his eyebrows, chewing the mustard cake quietly, and he could still feel a little bit of warmth on the cake between his lips and teeth, which was enough.

Seeing him, Bowa didn't show any displeasure, and his mouth became more vigorous, and he vomited quickly with the resentment in his heart:

"Yes, I can't beat you right now, but you might not know what to do while you're asleep, you're not a god, I'm determined to kill you for revenge, you're not here long ago..."

"Don't talk about anything else, just look at how sick you are now... Where did the desperate savagery of fighting beasts go when you first came to Hu Qiang? Anyway, you are such a big person, and you still let a cripple all day long I sent you here and there, are you ashamed..."

"We Hu people have been riding and shooting since we were young. People like me don't faint all day long. You must have enjoyed the blessings before—"

The young Hu man was talking happily, and he paced up and down the room, his face beaming with joy, when there was a sound of something falling out of nowhere, and then a hand stretched out from behind, and suddenly strangled his throat, stopping it. cut off his words.

"Uh..." Bois didn't have time to think about when the young man ran behind him, he only hated himself for talking too much just now, forgetting that the young man was not related to him, so he wouldn't bring a piece because of him The cake changed a lot, "...you!"

Fu Chen clasped his throat with one hand, and with the other, he grabbed his shoulders and twisted him from behind.

Bowa's face turned red, and seeing the undisguised murderous intent in the young man's eyes, he hurriedly regretted, "...I...I was wrong..."

Fu Chen's face was stern, and he only took half of his strength off his hands when he heard the words, allowing him to speak.

"What's wrong?"

Bowa was startled by his sudden fierce appearance, hating himself for being so careless and forgetting the wolfish nature of this white-faced young man, so he said in a soft voice: "I just... just fainted again when I saw you... that's why Deliberately... you are naturally much better than me..."

"It's not this." Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, forced himself to suppress the pain in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who did you just say is 'crippled'?"

Bowa was startled, not knowing what he meant, and said puzzledly: "... Cha... Cha—"

Before he finished speaking, Bowa felt the palms on his neck tighten again, choking his words.

"He doesn't have a name?" Fu Chen said, "You want to name him here?"

Fu Chen stared at him and moved closer.

Bois could feel the abnormal heat in the young man's breath, but his words were as blunt as ice:

"Let me hear one more sentence, and I will definitely kill you."

Bowa's eyes widened, and then his neck loosened, and the air poured in from all around. He fell against the bed, breathing heavily: "Huh...heh..."

Fu Chen gave him a cold look, squatted down and picked up the beard cake that had just fallen, dusted off the dust, wrapped it up and put it in his arms.

"You..." Bowa looked at the young man and questioned inexplicably, "If he can't walk, he is disabled—"

Fu Chen turned his eyes, his eyes turned cold.

Bois swallowed that word immediately, and his tone softened a bit: "That's what our barbarians say here, isn't it the truth? It doesn't mean to insult him..."

Fu Chen looked at him coldly.

"Oh," Bowa said with a snort, "You Yan people pay attention to etiquette and rules, and you have to lie in official words... We don't care about so much here, and there are so many things to talk about... ..."

The voice of the young Hu people was obviously weaker. Although he disdainful, he was also afraid of the Yan people's sometimes reticent and sometimes crazy personality.

"I don't need to talk about etiquette," Fu Chen said coldly, "As long as I hear you say this word, I will be rude to you."

Bowa shook his head, avoiding Fu Chen's gaze, thinking that although Qiu Ri came in the morning, his expression was as dull as usual, but judging from the man's expressions in Hu Qiang for such a long time, The words were a rare gesture of protection for Jia Sheng.Considering that the two of them were originally from Yan State, although one is a rebel general of Yan State and the other is a hermit mountain villager, their identities do not match, but it is unclear whether there is any previous relationship, or it is based on this level. They are close, and Hu Qiang has secretly colluded with some secret things these days.

Thinking of this, the resentment against the Yanren who had just been suppressed by shock resurfaced, and Bowa said disdainfully to him: "I see that with your posture, you can only correct other people's faults in words, although Chasa is barking... ...Although he can't walk, his level of ability is obvious to all. Not to mention those complicated and ingenious formations, when Podoro Santo came to pick things up, he was able to level them up, and he didn't teach us the face of the Utron tribe. It's ugly... I saw that you were a little bit courageous when you singled out Xie Yu two months ago. Yesterday's tie in the formation was deliberately done by Chasa, so there is nothing to say, but if you really dare to fight with me, You can't survive here."

Bowa seemed to suddenly gain confidence, straightened his waist, and said: "...don't you fail to recognize your position."

Fu Chen sneered, and said, "Of course I know what you are thinking, but if you want to threaten me with this, you'd better weigh yourself first."

The young man's voice was cold and hoarse, not at all clear and clear like the young man's.Bois turned his head to look at him again, the large white strands in the black hair were glaring and glaring, he suddenly recalled the desperate madness of the young man when he was caged in the cage, he couldn't help shivering, frightened In addition, he was full of doubts about the origin of this person, but he didn't dare to ask further questions, he just said: "You... How old are you?"

Bowaben just wanted to change the subject, and didn't want the young man to respond to his words.But he saw that this person lowered his black eyelashes seriously, as if he was seriously thinking about his casual question.

Just looking at this profile, Bowa just couldn't see the frightening scar on the young man's left cheek, he could only see a slender silhouette that no barbarian had.

"... 23... maybe 24," Fu Chen didn't look at Bowa, but looked up at the small closed window on the wall, and said, "...it's 23."

"You're not very old..." Bois murmured.

"You should be less than twenty." Fu Chen turned his head and looked at the still thin shoulders of the young Hu people, and snorted lightly, "The tone is not small."

"...do you remember me?" Bois said to him.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, looked at him a few times, but there was no impression in his mind, and said, "Have we met?"

Bu Wa said: "Last year at Yan State's New Year's Eve banquet, weren't you the one who danced the sword in the court? Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

"You remember correctly," Fu Chen pursed his lips and said, "Are you the envoy of Hu Qiang who came at that time?"

"That's right," Bois said, "Looking at your appearance at the time, you probably didn't even bother to look elsewhere and didn't pay attention to me. But you were humiliated at that time and you were able to lower your eyebrows and be pleasing to the eye. How come it's been more than a year?" , up to now, you have to use a knife and a gun just to say a few wrong words casually? Let’s not say that Chasa was born in the countryside, but you are a serious Yan general. I thought you had to be respectful in everything you did back then Woolen cloth……"

"...If I'm still like before, how can I come here?" The young man whispered.

Bowa didn't know what it meant, he just said, "What do you mean?"

Fu Chen turned to sarcasm: "There are so many strong and strong men in Hudi, why did you pick your young and thin past? The wolf lord doesn't think you have insulted the spirit of the wolf clan?"

"This is the wolf master's intentional arrangement," Bowa ignored his taunting words, and said, "Hu Qiang has been surrounded by the Yan people for hundreds of years. Now that the Yan people are making troubles year after year, the wolf master has long thought of making trouble. Isn't the land of Yan still old? Rumor has it that the King of Yue suffered a great deal of bravery and saved the nation from humiliation? How could the wolf lord carelessly expose the truth to the enemy."

"Gou Jian is proud, the main reason is that the king of Wu was arrogant and made a mistake like the ancestors of Yan. However, there are not no discerning people in the Yan Dynasty, so he ignores it, and it is only because he hides his ears and steals the bell, and is blinded by what he wants." Fu Fu Dust Road.

"... What's the difference?" Bowa didn't know, so the story was based on hearsay, and he didn't know the inside story of the official history, so he didn't know much about it, "According to what you mean, the wolf master can't imitate the Yue king?"

Fu Chen said indifferently: "There is no need to imitate history. The wolf master is cautious and does not have the hasty habits of ordinary barbarians. He is already a successful person."

Bowa was not interested, and collapsed on the bed with his head up, and looked at him wearily from the side.

Fu Chen noticed his gaze and didn't ask specifically, thinking in silence.

Bois was silent for a long time. He knew that many of the words he complained at the beginning were purely for venting, and he was a little annoyed when he calmed down for a while, and said in a low voice: "...I didn't sleep last night, and this morning there was another pile of It's just that I said some more complaining words, just treat it as a mistake."

Fu Chen knew that he was young, so he didn't want to be as knowledgeable as he was about what he said, but if he violated his taboo, he would argue to the end.

"Is there any wine?"

Fu Chen asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Bowa tilted his head abruptly, then said in a daze, "...Yes."

He took out a wine bag from the bedside cabinet and handed it over.

When Bowa saw the young man opened it, he poured it violently. He was startled. He vaguely remembered the heat on his face when the young man approached him to warn him. Then he thought of the snow that covered the two of them when Qiu Ri brought Jia Sheng over in the morning. He said in surprise: " You... are you catching a cold?"

Fu Chen squinted his eyes, his throat was hot, and his whole body was hot, and he said honestly: "...Maybe."

Bowa opened his mouth to say something again, but Fu Chen squinted at him, with a somewhat unclear smile, and sneered: "'I don't know where I am', this little problem, two sips of wine is enough If you go down, you won’t bother others.”

The young Hu man's face turned hot, showing a rare feeling of helplessness at this age.

A rare atmosphere.

Fu Chen pursed his lips lightly, closed his eyes and thought of Zong Zhengxi letting him live with him in the past, it was complicated and unspeakable.He didn't expect that during the time he lived with this Hu Qiang kid, it was the last time that he had spoken so many words for the first time.

Bois saw the young man squinting his eyes to look at him, and the same thing happened to him, he was inexplicably uncomfortable, so he said, "What are you looking at?"

"Does what you said earlier mean that my ability is not as good as Qiu Ri?" The young man's voice was still rough, and it was difficult to distinguish emotions from it.

Buwa didn't respond and asked, "...Which sentence?"

Fu Chenjiu was so excited that he couldn't think of it for a moment: "... Which of your words didn't mean that... Didn't you think so in your heart?"

Buwa is inexplicable, Jia Sheng shows the intention of defending at one time, and then compares with him at the next, what does this mean?

"You guys have never fought before. I don't know how to compete." Bois said vaguely.

"I'll be better than him," Fu Chen swallowed another sip of wine, feeling surprisingly warm, and said in a steady voice, "Do you know why?"

"Ah?" I don't know why, after waking up today, the young man's words suddenly increased, which made Bowa startled one after another, and it was a little strange. He thought about it carefully, and said, "You are a little more energetic than him..."

Hearing this answer, it was Fu Chen's turn to be surprised again. He looked at Bowa with serious eyes, fell silent for a moment, and suddenly lowered his voice: "No...it's because I've died before, so I haven't been afraid of death for a long time... ...and there is nothing to be afraid of for a long time..."

Bowa looked at the young man's half-closed eyes, and he could almost complete the dark and blood-stained eyes, so he said, "Yes, every time you use a sword in a martial arts competition, you are desperately motivated. , you can fight a life-and-death duel with a little fist and kick kung fu, how can there be any clansmen who are willing to compete with you... It's a good thing you didn't really bite the clan beast last time, or you would take your identity as a Yan people , I'm afraid that even if you sacrificed alive, you may not be able to relieve your hatred..."

"...No," Fu Chen lowered his head slightly, a few locks of his white curly hair drooping, "How could he be afraid of death? When was he ever afraid..."

"...No...how can he come here if he is not afraid...he is also afraid..." The young man's voice became lower and lower, and his words seemed to fall into a strange circle.

Bois babbled on and heard the young man's incoherent words. Only then did he realize that most of his talking was due to drinking. He just seriously catered to a drunkard and said a lot?He couldn't help but rolled his eyes again, and said to Fu Chen, "You're drunk... just calm down for a while."

Fu Chen still muttered some words in a low voice, vaguely.

"Do you think he's afraid?" Fu Chen raised his face and asked.

The rare fragility and cleanness in the pupil, Bowa was taken aback, and said casually: "What do you care about him? Who is he?"

"...Are you afraid...Are you afraid...Isn't he afraid?" Fu Chen was still whispering.

Bowa got impatient, stepped forward to snatch the wine bag in his hand, pushed him onto the bed, and said perfunctorily: "I'm afraid, everyone is afraid of death, you are the only one who is not afraid, that's fine! What's the matter?" ..."

"Come on," Bois shook his head and sighed, "Don't run away today, you drunk, just stay here for another night."

Bowa shook the wine bag in his hand, there was a slight rustling sound, and the weight was almost weightless, obviously he had drunk to the bottom, he couldn't help curling his lips and said: "You bastard is drinking wine as water... The newly made ancestral wine at the rally yesterday..."

Bois couldn't help but stare at the young man on the bed, but the black and white hair was too shocking under the dark light, he turned his head and murmured in a low voice: "Forget it...it's my right to apologize to you for saying something wrong. Oh...no, it's not that I said something wrong...I didn't say anything wrong..."

"Then treat it as a belated...uh...you Yan people said it's a meeting ceremony," Bowa said to himself, "If you are willing to take your life and help us hunt Yan together...it's nothing... ..."

"...Is it hard to die?"

The person on the bed made a sound suddenly, as if awake or drunk.

The young man's voice is hoarse and rough, but it has a thousand-layered texture, including wild road gravel and muddy rocks.

The eyelashes fluttered into a thin wave, Bowa just realized that he was not asleep, and was stunned and silent.

"Death is the easiest thing. It is more difficult than death to be alive... More difficult than life is to live like death..."

The straight and straight tone had the most heart-pounding power, which scratched his heart and lungs more than the heart-piercing ones he had ever seen, and even more than the slogans he chanted at the Hu Qiang rally last night.

"you……"

Bowa found that Jia Sheng's eyes were full of estrangement from beginning to end. When did this person put others in his eyes, but he didn't know what he felt and looked at every time he looked at others indifferently.

Bowa didn't understand, he just thought that he was very tired now, and felt pity, he went up and lifted the black fur on his body, and said: "If you are sick and uncomfortable, you should have a good sleep... I will help you to the end, and I will go to Chasa to help you and say goodbye."

Click.

Bowa felt pain in his right wrist, his knuckles creaked, and subconsciously winked and shouted: "Oh...it hurts...it hurts..."

Fu Chen let go of his hands, and opened his eyes that were originally dazed, and they were extremely clear inside.

"Are you drunk or not..." Bois bared his teeth and said, "Don't you guys just want to vent your anger on me."

While rubbing his wrists, Bowa raised his eyes and saw that he sat up on his back, and then fell to the ground in two or three movements, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he didn't see the drunken state of Cai Cai leaning on the side of the bed just now, so he was even more convinced that this person's weird temper started from the beginning. It hasn't changed, so I just don't want to take care of it anymore, and said viciously: "...you can do whatever you like! I really don't want to take care of you... Phew... it's really ruthless..."

Fu Chenjuan took away his black fur, and hurried to the back of the door, and when he was about to open the door, he heard the young Hu man's words, and said suddenly: "Sorry, I was just being rude."

"Don't be so stupid," Bowa thought to himself, it's a good thing this is his left hand, if he hurts his right hand and makes him unable to hold a knife for a few days, he will complain to the wolf master, and his words become more and more outrageous, "...you are a lunatic I'm crazy with you too, why do I sympathize with you..."

Bois turned his head away, he had never seen such an uncertain person, he left early and cleared up: "Don't forget to take all your things away!"

Fu Chen grabbed the fur coat in his arms, opened the door and left without a word.

The heavy snow gradually stopped, and the violent wind and snow turned into fine cold sand in the air, hiding in the corners of the cheeks, the original bayonets turned into soft needles, another kind of biting cold pain.

Fu Chenqiang took a deep breath, and under the slack, he regained the courage to fight and fight again.

The residences of the Hu people's young and strong soldiers are listed on the outer side of the capital, adjacent to the horse farm and hunting grounds, and the copper-walled houses on the outer side are more than a few floors away, which are the inner palace and the nesting places for women and children.

Fu Chen walked from the outside to the inside of the alleyway, only then did he realize that the opposite of the inner and outer wing rooms echoed each other, the back of the house he lived in was just a house that Zongzheng Xidan swept, although the courtyard was bleak and remote, but it was closer to Hu Bing's. The residence is considered spacious and spacious.

Fu Chen stopped at the door.

I was moving too fast just now, but when I stopped suddenly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dizziness, and my hot head felt more like a mess in the cold wind.Fu Chen didn't want to go in like this at this time, so he leaned against the door for a few more breaths, and shook his head as hard as he could, but the more he shook, the more painful it became, and the drunkenness that had just disappeared climbed up with the heat in his body. A burst of unspeakable grievances welled up in my heart.

While secretly annoyed, the door opened just at this moment.

Zongzhengxi used to hide himself with deep internal strength, and his ears were better than ordinary people.The young man's hurried steps kicked and rustled the snow, which could be clearly heard from a distance. He swiveled his chair and walked behind the courtyard door. He wanted to wait for him to come in, but he didn't hear the sound for a long time.However, the sound of stretched breathing was close enough to be heard, so he couldn't hold back and pushed the door open.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the young man leaning sideways by the door, half-bowed forward, like a curled up cub, perhaps startled for a moment by the sudden opening of the door, and there was still a little bit of panic in his eyes when he looked over And... vulnerable?

Zong Zhengxi narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you go in?"

Fu Chen swallowed the pungent saliva in his throat, and said harshly, "I was about to knock on the door just now, but I didn't expect you to be behind."

"Come in." Zong Zhengxi didn't ask anymore, and stepped aside.

Fu Chen lowered his head, shook his head secretly, gritted his teeth, and walked in the door. When he started, his steps were flimsy, and he accidentally slipped.

His series of movements were all caught in the man's eyes, Zong Zhengxi stared at his movements without making a sound, but Fu Chen's strong smell made him frown, and he couldn't help asking: "Have you been drinking?"

Fu Chen paused, stopped, and turned towards him with a relaxed expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, as if to flatter him, and said: "... strong wine to warm up... I have the right to use it as a snowy day to keep out the cold..."

Zong Zhengxi ignored his expression, turned his chair and walked into the room, only said: "Go into the room and talk."

Fu Chen reached out from behind and tapped his temple vigorously, resisting the dizziness in his head, straightened his body and pretended to be normal, and followed Zong Zhengxi into the room. The lights in the center of the room were dim, and the limestone on the ground was also blurred in his eyes. Inadvertently, he tripped over a threshold that was not even above his ankles.

I don't know how many times he was stumbled and fell down for no reason, Fu Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, even if he was not blind, what should he do when he couldn't see clearly in the future?

Zong Zhengxi subconsciously turned halfway in front of him, and Kan Jiang raised his arms. The young man fell to his knees on the ground, very embarrassed.

He stepped forward to caress, but when he approached, the smell of alcohol became stronger. Zong Zhengxi's eyes flashed with emotions, he stopped his hands, and said, looking at the young man's posture in front of him, "How much have you drunk?"

"...not much," Fu Chen staggered to his feet, and suddenly realized that Wuqiu, who was in his arms, had just fallen and was covered with dust all over the floor. A hybrid wolf beast came, feeling remorseful in his heart, and said, "I'm sorry... this was supposed to be returned... it was just stained with dust, I'll wash it up later and return it to you."

Zong Zhengxi's eyes turned from Wuqiu to the young man's face, and he lost his mind for a moment. No wonder he saw the rare fragility in Fu Chen's eyes just now. Maybe it was the rare blood on his cheeks after drinking, even his lips The water stains had dried up and frozen, but the moist complexion was not what he described before, even the eyebrows and eyes were much fresher.

He reached out to take Wu Qiu, and said directly to him: "Do you know why I called you here?"

Fu Chen was having this question, and said, "...why?"

"You were right yesterday," Zongzheng Xi said firmly, "Since you are willing to serve me as a brother, but now I have no status and status, I have no reason to deny it."

Fu Chen's eyelids twitched.

"Only one thing, you have to listen to me."

"That's natural." Fu Chenli replied.

Zong Zhengxi looked at the young man with a confidant like a wolf answering so quickly, and asked in doubt: "So sure I won't lie to you? I also told you not to trust others anymore. Naturally, I am also involved."

Fu Chen's eyebrows were burning, he wanted to say, when you joined the army, you led dozens of people to break into the enemy's camp alone to rescue your fellow soldiers, and after you left the battlefield, you were willing to bet on the ghosts in the army. After I got acquainted with this one, I gave you several hints and protection. In such things, you have never received half a reward from it... It is all self-inflicted and innocent. People in the know may accuse you of treason, but I know if there is any part of it. Without the torment and pain before, there would be no more pain today.

It's just that these can't be said.

"...You just said you recognized me as a brother," Fu Chen casually added a reason, and provoked a slight smile, "Naturally, he is my relative."

relatives.

It was Zong Zhengxi's turn again because he was suffocating because of his speech, and for the first time he was forced into silence because he didn't know how to speak.

Fu Chen was also stunned, and raised his hand to touch his face. Was he subconsciously laughing just now?Inexplicably, I was disturbed for a while, and my originally chaotic mind seemed to be twisted together again.

The two fell silent together.

Seeing the young man's ever-changing complexion, Zong Zhengxi woke up from the trembling of his heart just now, and said in a deep voice: "Then listen to me, go to bed now, and sleep."

"what?"

Fu Chen thought he had misheard, and said, "You... let me sleep now?"

Zong Zhengxi seemed to be too lazy to talk to him, and went straight to the only candle in the room. With a slight, unheard sound, the candle went out, and the room was mostly dark again, but after all, it was not night yet, Some pale light.

Fu Chen looked at the only bed in the room, and immediately said, "What about you?"

"I don't sleep."

Fu Chen stared blankly, Zong Zhengxi glanced at him, considered his words, and said with indifference on his face: "I use my internal energy to rest and recuperate, so as not to hinder the business. It doesn't matter if you think about the distance, at least take a look at your own situation first .”

Fu Chen choked, and lay down on the bed under the slightly indifferent gaze of the man, putting on the quilt.How many years no one has been in charge of him, suddenly someone gave such an order, he only felt weird and awkward, maybe there was a little secret novelty, he chose to indulge himself to follow the man's orders.Originally, he thought that his mind was full of thoughts, and it should be difficult to fall asleep as usual, but at the moment his head was covered with a hard pillow, a complete sense of relaxation and solidity came from his body. This long-lost rare feeling made his eyes warm, and he hurried He closed his eyes in panic.

The bang bang bang bang in the temples gradually subsided along with the rhythmic breathing of the young man.

The fangs were closed, and the brows were peaceful.

Zong Zhengxi turned the chair to the side of the bed, shook the fur coat on his lap twice, and a layer of dust fell down.He simply flipped his face over and spread it on the cotton quilt, noticing the rare quiet look of young people at the moment, he stopped moving his hands, and something scratched his heart.

"Fool," Zong Zhengxi whispered