High energy eunuch

It was five watch, and the moon had not yet set in the west.

Fu Qiu was shirtless and practiced sword in the yard. It was already summer and the weather was very hot.

A man came out of a room under the corridor, it was Dongzi, and there was obvious surprise in his silent eyes.But didn't ask anything.

It's annoying not to ask.

Fu Qiu beautifully held a sword flower in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at Dongzi.

Dongzi walked sideways and raised the copper basin in his hand. Fu Qiu raised his sword and dropped it, leaving a not-so-deep scratch on the copper basin.When there was a clang, Fu Qiu's chest heaved and heaved a few breaths before he glared at Dong Zi angrily, "I can't hide!"

Dongzi looked at him, and gently covered the back of Fu Qiu's hand.

Fu Qiu let out a sigh of relief, and turned his eyes away.

The most impatient Dongzi had a calm face, and he was not a dead person.Fu Qiu didn't sleep well last night, he tossed and turned on the bed thinking, is he so hungry and beast in the eyes of this eunuch?They were running for their lives, not enjoying the spring. He still remembered buying him two beautiful girls and stuffing them into the room.

This kind of meticulousness is really annoying!

It is simply intolerable.

Dongzi held Fu Qiu's hand, and turned out two sword flowers skillfully with his backhand, and Fu Qiu's attention was brought to the moves.

"The martial artists in the palace are reluctant to bear the emperor's hardships. The moves they teach are flashy and unrealistic. They look good but have no actual combat ability. When walking outside, martial arts are used for self-defense. If you meet people in the rivers and lakes, their moves are fierce. Showing off fists and embroidered legs is not enough."

Fu Qiu was led by Dongzi, and he couldn't help but move the sword.

When he was young, he felt that swords and swords had enmity against him. He had to suffer a lot when learning martial arts when he was a child. He was hit by a sword or a knife handle. The only thing he was good at was archery.

"If you are interested, I will practice with you for an hour every morning when I come back." Dongzi left behind Fu Qiu and raised his sword above his head respectfully.

Fu Qiu snorted.

"Where are you going?"

"Didn't it be agreed yesterday?"

Fu Qiu thought for a while, then curled his lips, "I want to go too."

"..." Dongzi put away the copper basin and sat on the porch to put on his shoes.

Standing in front of him, Fu Qiu bent down and said loudly in his face, "I! Also! I want! Go!"

Dongzi rubbed his ears and looked at him quietly for a while.

Fu Qiu was looked down upon and looked down on him, didn't he?He's not good at work, that's right.But he also has a quick-witted mind and excellent archery skills.

Fu Qiu muttered in his heart, and spread his hands towards Dongzi, "Are there bows and arrows in the house?"

Dongzi entered the room, and came out holding a bow and arrow after a while.

Fu Qiu weighed it in his hand, and with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his arms and opened his bow.

The arrow flew into the air like a shooting star, and after a while, two sparrows fell down and landed in the yard, strung on the same arrow.

Dongzi had nothing to say, so he stood and reached out to touch Fu Qiu's head.

Fu Qiu tilted his head, "I'm not a child anymore."

Dongzi went into the house in silence to pack his things, and when he came out, he went to Fu Qiu's house to pack his things for him. Fu Qiu stood at the door and watched, his bright eyes rolled around, and he unconsciously softened his tone, "On this way I will listen to you, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west, who made my life so precious, I will not die casually."

Dongzi then turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at him.

Fu Qiu only felt that every time Dongzi looked at him calmly, he was like a docile old horse, with big and bright eyes moistened, but unable to speak.

"Besides, isn't there still you?" Fu Qiu stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch Dongzi's head.

Dongzi finally smiled. Although it was short, Fu Qiu knew that this was his agreement, and he was also happy.

Dongzi waited on Fu Qiu to dress and wash. For a while, Fu Qiu was in a trance, and there was a flash of light on his face for a few seconds. When he was dressed neatly, he hung up the bow and arrow basket. The young master who is going to spring hunting.And Dongzi stood behind him like a patron saint, and Fu Qiu's mouth was smug, "Wake up, where are the new clothes from yesterday, don't you want to change?"

"Pack it up and put it on. I'll wear it when I meet the Eighth Prince."

Fu Qiu nodded, straightened the cuffs of his clothes, loosened the collar, shrugged his shoulders, moved his hands and feet, and even took a random horse stance.

I really feel that I am more energetic today.

"Did you bring me some clothes?"

"Ah."

"Have you brought your Jade Buddha?"

"Keep it close to your body."

When Dongzi didn't enter the palace, it was the first time he was ordered to enter the palace. The Empress Dowager Song loved the Yuan family very much and liked the child very much, so she gave a jade Buddha as a reward.Although it is not very valuable, it is the only one in the world, and he was asked to carry it in case of emergencies, so that he can prove his identity.

Fu Qiu was very satisfied with his arrangement, so he naturally wanted to ride a horse when he went out.

Dongzi squatted and knelt in front of the horse.

Fu Qiu cast a glance, grabbed the rein of the horse, and climbed up on the stirrups. After he sat firmly on the horse's back, he said to Dongzi who was still squatting on the ground, "Look, I can do it myself."

With a gentle smile in his eyes, Dongzi also climbed on the horse.

From Qingzhou to Cangzhou, taking the official road, it takes one and a half days to go back and forth for nearly two days.But with Fu Qiu, Dongzi had to slow down the horse, stop and go, eat three meals a day, and let the horse graze.

I left the door early in the morning and entered Cangzhou City in the evening. It was raining in Cangzhou City, and the horseshoes brought water drops along the way.

When Fu Qiu dismounted, he fiddled with his robe awkwardly, the hem was covered with mud and water, and he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had brought two other clothes.

Finding an inn for lodging, Dongzi put down the burden, took off the bow and arrow basket from Fu Qiu and put it on the table.

Then Fu Qiu saw Dongzi undressing.

He took off his coat, took off the two clothes that were still warm inside, and then took off Fu Qiu's coat, wrapping him in his own clothes.

There was a warm smell on the warm clothes, Fu Qiu felt like horse grass...

"Xiaoer, bring two buckets of hot water up." Dongzi's voice came from the corridor.

Fu Qiu walked into the bathtub with bare legs, his hair was scattered in the water, half of his body was above the water, Dongzi took the clothes he took off, all of them were damp.

The dried loofah rubbed against Fu Qiu's back, and the hot water caused a layer of cold particles to explode on his skin.

"Is it cold?" Dongzi asked.

"It's hot." Fu Qiu's skin was fair and smooth, like silk that people couldn't move their hands off.

Dongzi poured some cold water into the bucket.

"Okay." Fu Qiu lay on the edge of the bucket, closing his eyes comfortably.

His black hair spread out on the water, around the back being wiped, and the looming waistline, like a whitebait suddenly emerging from the bottom of the dark pool.

Dongzi's palm lightly pressed his waist, and when he took a bath, he pinched the place that was prone to soreness, and after taking a bath, Fu Qiu felt indescribably comfortable.Even when he got up, he was carried out by Dongzi with a big blanket. He was a little drowsy, his tired eyelids were drooping, and he leaned against Dongzi's arms and didn't want to let go.

Dongzi straightened the quilt for him and went out.

In the middle of the night, the rain outside the window became louder and louder, and Fu Qiu opened his eyes in a daze on the bed.

"Dongzi?"

No one answered.

"Dongzi!" Fu Qiu sat up abruptly, opened the window, and the cold wind hit his face, and he woke up instantly.

Dongzi went out before going to bed, but he still hasn't returned, and Fu Qiu felt a strong anxiety in his heart.He sat on the edge of the bed, put on his clothes neatly, and pulled on his calf-reaching leather boots.A dagger is stuck on the left side of the waist, and a long sword hangs on the right.It was found in Dongzi's room when he came out. It's a blunt sword that no one uses. It's better to have than to have nothing.

Hanging the bow and arrow basket on his body again, Fu Qiu pushed open the door.

There was no one in the corridor, he was a little scared, but he turned around and closed the door, and jumped down from the second floor.Fu Qiu's kung fu is not good, no one was willing to teach him seriously when he was learning martial arts, after all, no one dared to punish this proud son of heaven.

After coaxing and deceiving the horse out of the stable, no one was disturbed at last, Fu Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, and sat on the horse's back.

As a result, the horse's head turned from east to west, north to south, and Fu Qiu hadn't decided which way to run.

It was the first time he came back from Cangzhou, and now it was midnight, and there were no ghosts on the street.There was only a dark and gloomy curtain of continuous rain.

Dongzi didn't say where he was going.

Fu Qiu looked around, the inn they lived in was very close to the city gate, since the person they were looking for was in Cangzhou city, they would not go out.He held the reins and walked around the street for nearly a quarter of an hour, when suddenly there was a sound of fighting not far away, Fu Qiu got off his horse, so as not to disturb the fighters by the sound of horseshoes, he carefully pulled out the dagger and held it in his hand.

On a rainy night, there was no moonlight, and in the dark alley, the sound of swords clashing became louder and louder, and there were occasional human voices——

"Where is the little emperor?"

The answer to the question was a fierce sword sound.

After dozens of moves in the fight, one of them lost the wind, bowed on the ground panting, and suddenly a sharp whistle sounded.

Dongzi raised the long knife mercilessly, and swung it down expressionlessly.

At the moment when the blade was about to decapitate the man in black, a man's voice came——

"Put down the knife."

The masked man, who was in a desperate situation, saw the pale and terrified face in his companion's hand, and couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh, "There is nowhere to be found, if you kill me, I will die!" His companion will kill him. His life is much more valuable than mine, so you can decide what to do." As he spoke, he bared his neck and leaned towards Dongzi's knife without avoiding it.

"Dong... Dongzi..." Fu Qiu hid at the entrance of the dark alley. As soon as he put the arrow on the bowstring, his neck felt cold, and he was strangled tightly, until the initial feeling of suffocation dissipated. After leaving, he became a hostage.At this moment, Fu Qiu's voice trembled, "Leave me alone, just run away."

Dongzi threw away the long knife without expression.

The masters fought each other, and life and death were between one move. Before the long knife landed, it was picked up by the man in black, and it was conveniently placed on Dongzi's neck.

"Let's go, Your Majesty." The man in black, whose heart was still beating wildly, tried to calm down. For a moment, he really thought he was going to die.

"Old Jiang, it's useless, why don't you just stab this person, you know what happened tonight."

There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the person called Lao Jiang, and he glanced at Dongzi, and Dongzi's gaze was firmly nailed to Fu Qiu's face like a hook.

Fu Qiu bit his lips and said, "If you dare to kill him, I will kill myself immediately."

"Hey, who is afraid that you will die anyway, you will die anyway." The knife face of the man holding Fu Qiu patted Fu Qiu's face coldly.

"I respect you for being a master, but let's stop here." Lao Jiang's eyes were fierce, and he shot quickly. Dongzi fell face down without a sound, his face soaked in muddy water.

Fu Qiu ran forward like crazy, and was hit by Lao Jiang's old punch head-on. At that moment, his internal organs were in severe pain as if being crushed by the momentum, and he was stabbed on the back of the neck.

Fu Qiu lost consciousness.

"Let's go brother, if you hadn't found me, I thought the Eighth Prince would have died long ago."

"Your Majesty is powerful in all directions. He is the God of War of our Da Chu. He died so lightly. Da Chu is no longer on the map." The younger man in black carried Fu Qiu on his back and looked down at the dead man. Dongzi's companion, "What? Isn't it dead?" He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"My Old Jiang has always been killed with a single knife, and I have never survived."

"Yes. Let's go."

The young man took the lead and walked in front. Old Jiang's toe of his shoe left Dongzi and flicked his useless fingers twice in the muddy water.

Dongzi raised half of his stained face and sat up. While doing light work to hide the sound of footsteps, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe off a small amount of blood on his neck.

The two men in black didn't talk all the way, they walked around the complex terrain of Cangzhou City, almost making people dizzy.

Finally, he stopped at the entrance of a tall mansion, which seemed to be just an ordinary rich man, and this alley was full of such portals.

"Your Highness lives here?" Lao Jiang put one leg on the wet steps and looked around. The courtyard wall is ten meters high, and a locust tree grows luxuriantly beside the wall, with its branches protruding into the wall. .He whistled happily, carried the long knife on his back, looked at Fu Qiu's sleeping face, and smiled, "I never thought that our great Chu country would be in the hands of such a little boy." He said Touching Fu Qiu's face, he felt that it was as smooth as grease, which was in sharp contrast to his chapped and rough hands, so he spat, "The guy who was born to enjoy life doesn't understand the suffering of the people."

"My lord doesn't like people talking too much." The young man's voice implied a warning, and his nimble fingers tapped on the door with five long and three short sounds.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, but there was no one inside.

"Let's go."

Old Jiang supported the slipping Fu Qiu's buttocks, letting him lean firmly on the young man's shoulders.

He turned his head, faced the silent night, whistled again, cheerful and excited, then took off the grass root that had been biting at the corner of his mouth and threw it on the ground where the water accumulated, and followed the man in black into the door.