High energy eunuch

After entering the door, he didn't meet anyone all the way. Lao Jiang rubbed his cold and wet hands, stomped his feet, looked around and asked, "Could it be that someone went to the building, brother..."

With a loud sound of "Dang", the two men's weapons met. Lao Jiang's broken shoes slid three meters on the ground before he stopped and raised his head in the backlight, "Could it be that you only thought of taking the bounty when you got here?"

The person on the opposite side raised his long sword and pointed it at Old Jiang's chest without hesitation, but there was still a considerable distance. In comparison, Old Jiang's long sword was closer to the young man's neck.

"You are not one of us." The young man said coldly.

"Are you kidding me?" The wet hair was stuck to Lao Jiang's face, his face was like a dry bark that could move, shrouded in darkness, it was daunting.

"I gave you enough time to say the code, but you didn't say anything."

When the long knife was struck, Lao Jiang's face froze, and then he blinked, "So what? Do you think you can outrun me?" The long knife slammed forward, and the man in black was clearly prepared to step on the ground. Flying up from the rockery on the right, the long sword swung around Fu Qiu's neck but did not hurt anyone.

However, soon, like a kite that was shot, his body suddenly fell heavily from midair, his waist was almost broken by an iron foot, and he hit a protruding rock, rolled down like a wheel, and fell on the ground. In front of Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu's big eyes were bulging, he couldn't move at all after being acupointed, until the person behind him who supported him turned to him, groping for his belt with both hands to prevent him from slipping to the ground.

"It almost succeeded." Lao Jiang put the knife back into the sheath regretfully, and unlocked Fu Qiu's acupuncture points with a few snaps.

Fu Qiu's wide mouth was covered by Dong Zi's cold hand.

His flustered eyes stared straight at Dongzi's, his chest heaved and his body was still shaking, and after a while, he nodded solemnly.

Only then did Dongzi tentatively let go, and seeing that Fu Qiu hadn't cried out, he moved his hands to his shoulders and supported him.Fu Qiu's body was still a little soft, and Dong Zi let his head rest on his shoulder.

"What should we do now?" Lao Jiang spat out bloody saliva and wiped it with the back of his hand. He had run many times in vain, and now his face was helpless, "The Eighth Prince is too wary. Not his hiding place. Not even a servant to serve him."

The rain is still going on.

The night shrouded the five-entry mansion, Dongzi looked at Fu Qiu in his arms, Fu Qiu's complexion was very bad, his face was suffocated, and he seemed to want to vomit.

"After running so far on my back, I should feel like throwing up, or you should throw up." Lao Jiang put his hands behind his back and circled around the rockery.

Fu Qiu pressed his abdomen, bowed and stared at the ground for a while, then waved his hands, "I can't spit it out. Who are you?"

As soon as Lao Jiang came out from the back of the rockery, Fu Qiu's suspicious eyes slid from Lao Jiang's face to Dongzi's calm eyes, "You know each other?"

Dongzi hummed, pulled Fu Qiu's arm over his shoulder, and turned his face to Old Jiang, "You can't go back in the name of Old Jiang, come with us."

Old Jiang spread out his hands helplessly, reaching out to rub the emperor's head, but the emperor turned his head away and stared at him defensively.

"What I said before was unintentional. I want the other party to believe that I am his accomplice. It's a pity that I have said so much, but none of it is useless. The emperor's atonement is..."

He apologized to Fu Qiu, then lowered his head, and heard a very soft tearing sound.

The old face fell on his hands, revealing a handsome and handsome young face, and he took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms. When the liquid entered his throat, he couldn't help but frown tightly and felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to pinch himself neck.

Fortunately, his endurance has always been tenacious.

Then he put the skin and porcelain bottle in his arms, shrugged and smiled, "Human skin mask, voice-changing potion. I scared the emperor, and I'm very sorry."

Fu Qiu is very sure that he does not have such subordinates, and he has never seen the person in front of him when he grows up so big.

Dongzi grabbed his hand at the right time and squatted down slightly so that Fu Qiu could climb onto his back.

The wind whistled past Fu Qiu's ears, he never knew that Dongzi's lightness kung fu could be so good, his body was as light as a swallow, and he flew over the eaves and walls, with his hands wrapped around Dongzi's neck, the wet hair on the tip of his nose exuded the stench of mud , but he felt very at ease. He lay on Dongzi's back, as if the heartbeats of the two overlapped.

It was a doomed sleepless night.

Xiong Mu knelt in front of Fu Qiu, showing a mark on the lower part of his left shoulder, which was a black and blue unicorn pattern.

Fu Qiu remembered this, he only saw it once, when he was a child, he sneaked into the underground palace in the palace.At that time, he was keen to explore the various rooms in the palace. The palace is too big, but since it will be his house sooner or later, he must know what each room is used for.

The little prince's curiosity at that time made Queen Song very worried.

She didn't want to expose him to royal means when he was too young.

But he still found out, for example, Qin San who cleansed the eunuch. After he ascended the throne, Qin San was drowned in a lake outside the palace, and finally ended as a case of no one.

"You are the secret guard." Back at the inn, Dongzi was also in the room. Although Fu Qiu was tired, he insisted on asking questions first.

"Hey, the emperor knows!" Xiong Mu glanced at Dongzi excitedly, but Dongzi didn't respond, and poured Fu Qiu a cup of hot tea to warm his hands.

"I saw it when I was young, but I didn't know that the dark guards still existed, and I didn't know how to call them out." Helplessness appeared on Fu Qiu's face, and he tilted his head, looking a little confused, "When I first came to the throne ... , I tried to call it in the imperial garden."

Dongzi obviously remembered it too, and smiled.

"Don't laugh!" Fu Qiu glared at him.

"What's the emperor's name?" Xiong Mu was a little curious.

Fu Qiu didn't want to talk about it, but it's all about this...

After hesitating for a moment, he still opened his mouth and said, "I yelled at the flowers and plants in the imperial garden, I ordered people to clean up all the people in the imperial garden. Since the name "Dark Guard" is named, shouldn't it be like a shadow? So I feel that if there is no one, if you call out, you may come out..."

Xiong Mu had a weird look on his face, and he couldn't hold back his smile.

"What is the emperor's name? Dark guard?"

Fu Qiu curled his lips, "No, I just called a few times... come out... come out for me... I know you are there... if you don't come out, you will be fined for three years or something."

Xiong Mu couldn't kneel anymore.

"Get up and sit down, I'm not the emperor anymore." Fu Qiu was a little frustrated.

Seeing that he didn't want to drink the tea after two sips, Dongzi pulled Fu Qiu's two hands out. There was blood in the palm, no wonder Fu Qiu kept frowning.

Xiong Mu thoughtfully took out the wound medicine.

"You're good, you have all kinds of medicine." Fu Qiu smiled, the stinging pain from applying the medicine on the wound on his palm made his eyebrows tighten even more, but he didn't complain, just asked casually, "Is the human skin mask real?" ?”

Xiong Mu took out the gray-yellow mask from his arms, and the mask lay softly on his hand.

"Yes."

"Made of human skin?"

"Correct."

Xiong Mu put away his smile, and said solemnly, "It's made of old ginger's skin, so it can't show any flaws. A mask made of human skin is less likely to be seen by others than other materials. The skin on the inside is seamless."

Fu Qiu trembled in his heart, reached out to take the mask, and when he returned it to Xiong Mu, he felt a strange touch on his fingers, so he wiped his hands vigorously on the clothes.

"How many masks like this are there?" Fu Qiu asked.

"As far as my subordinates know, this one should be the only one." Xiong Mu blinked playfully, "After all, masters of disguise are rare in the world." When Xiong Mu said this, he was somewhat proud.

Since Xiong Mu was the hidden guard, Fu Qiu turned his face away, and Dongzi was making the bed with his back facing him. He was still young, but he looked a little stooped.

"Dongzi, come here."

Dongzi straightened up and sat beside Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu looked at him seriously, "Are you also a secret guard?"

Dongzi didn't make a sound.

Xiong Mu turned the human skin mask in his hand, stood up to find water to drink, and was still in a room when he heard Dongzi's voice hesitantly say, "Yes."

Xiong Mu raised his eyebrows and swallowed his tea with a grunt.

"The ones like you...so..." Fu Qiu couldn't say the word eunuch, biting his lips anxiously.

"No more, I'm the only one who cleans up." Dongzi looked as usual.

Xiong Mu looked out of the window lightly, with some imperceptible desolation in his eyes.

"The first emperor was aware of everything that happened today, so he set up this game of chess. We are all just your pawns, and we will do our best to help you, but you are the emperor, the decision maker, and you are the only one who really faces the enemy. "It was the first time Dongzi spoke such a long word.

Fu Qiu was a little dazed.

His memory of the first emperor is a bit vague. His father was a cold and ruthless emperor. He still remembers that when the elder brother went crazy, he leaned his neck to drink and touched his favorite princess in his arms. The corpse of the princess was cold. He touched it. The knife in her heart was sent in by him himself.

His hands were red, and there were bloody handprints on the jug.

"We are not his sons. In his eyes, only the country is stable. Even if he dies one day, Da Chu's country will be held in the hands of a dead man."

The cold wind pouring in from the window made Fu Qiu shiver.

Xiong Mu closed the window.

"How many people are there?" Fu Qiu tried to calm himself down.

"I don't know." Xiong Mu bent his arms and leaned against the window sill, staring at the human skin in his hand, "The subordinate and Dongzi just got connected, and he came to Cangzhou to find me."

Fu Qiu glanced at Dongzi.

"I know of six, but they are all in different places. There is only Xiong Mu in Cangzhou. When the first emperor died, there were 20 of them."

A moment of silence.

In the silence, Fu Qiu clearly knew that there were only six of these twenty people, and they had either lost contact or died.Fu Qiu sighed softly, crossed his fingers, and for the first time a heavy haze appeared on his immature face.

Dongzi patted him on the shoulder, "Sleep first, go back to Qingzhou at dawn, and be careful on the road, don't show your traces." He looked at Xiong Mu, "When you go outside Qingzhou city, part ways with us first, go find A Qiuyun Building, will the running hall be held?"

Xiong Mu smiled, "Is there a hidden guard who can't run the hall?"

The secret guard needs to hide in various situations silently, so this question is a waste of time.

"Yeah." Dongzi glanced at him.

Before he could speak, Xiong Mu took the initiative to walk to the door, opened the door, leaned on the door and asked, "Where is my room?"

"On the right, next door."

The door is closed.

Dongzi fetched water for Fu Qiu to wash his face and feet as usual, so it was very noticeable that they were the only room with lights on in the middle of the night.As soon as Xiong Mu went out, he blew out the lamp, and silently wiped Fu Qiu's hands and feet.

In the darkness, Fu Qiu rustled off his wet clothes and got under the quilt.He was worried, looked at the bed curtain, and heard that Dongzi came back after going out.

Before he could speak, Dongzi took the initiative to climb onto the bed.

The rain was so heavy that both of them couldn't wear their clothes anymore. They had already changed in the evening. At this time, they were both naked and wrapped in a quilt. Fu Qiu shrank his cold hands and feet and turned over to face Dongzi.

The two stalemate for a while, Dongzi stretched out his hand to pull Fu Qiu, and Fu Qiu followed him and put his hand on Dongzi's waist.A person's waist and thighs will not be completely cold under any circumstances, unless he is dead.

"If I didn't find out, when are you going to tell me?"

Dongzi didn't make a sound.

"Where's the unicorn on your body?"

Fu Qiu's hand was pulled onto Dongzi's leg, his palm pressed against Dongzi's hot skin.

"Is it here?"

Dongzi hummed.

"How did you get this mark?" Fu Qiu touched his skin carefully, it was so smooth that there was no mark at all.

"Tattoos."

"Will it fade?"

"will not."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Dongzi took Fu Qiu's hand and pressed it to his waist to keep him warm.

"Does it hurt when stabbed?" Fu Qiu quietly watched him in the dark.

Dongzi thought for a while, nodded, then shook his head again, "I don't really remember."

Fu Qiu touched his face, like treating his most faithful mount, touching his ears, cheeks, eyes, nose, and lips.

"Dongzi."

"Ah."

"Dongzi."

"..."

Fu Qiu rubbed his shiny face on the side of his neck, Dongzi felt the dampness on his neck, and added, "It really doesn't hurt."

"En." Fu Qiu closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed against his body to keep warm, "What's your name Yuan?"

Dongzi was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Yuan Xinpei."

"Can you write?"

"I haven't written it." Eunuchs don't need to write, as long as they can serve others.But Dongzi didn't say anything, he just stroked Fu Qiu's hair.

"I'll teach you!" Fu Qiu moved in his arms, and began to write seriously on his heart stroke by stroke.Gradually, the hand became weak, and Dongzi removed the hand that was pressing on his sleeping hole, hugged him lightly, and let him sleep peacefully.