High energy eunuch

"Don't move." Fu Qiu snarled, turned over and went to look for candles.

Dongzi sat up.

"His mother told you not to move! Don't move! Otherwise, I'll let you know what beacon fire is called!" Fu Qiu shook the candle in his hand in protest.

Dongzi had to lie down.

There was a lamp on the low table beside the bed, Fu Qiu sat on Dongzi's lap, lifted the quilt, and took off his tight-fitting trousers.

Dongzi put one arm over his eyes, his face was a little red.

Fu Qiu could no longer describe his feelings. Shame, anger, ridicule, and excitement all rushed up and almost overwhelmed him. The thing between his legs was crawling quietly. The scar, which looks very hideous even now, clings to the inner thigh.

"...Don't touch it." Dongzi gasped in a low voice.

Fu Qiu gave him a hard look.

"Hmm..." Dongzi pulled the pillow over his head, and felt that Fu Qiu's fingers were sticking to the previous wound, and now the uneven scar was moving down to his waist.

When the moist and hot feeling stuck to the scar and moved to the tattoo, he clenched his hands into fists and hit the bed hard.

Fu Qiu pressed his hands, and Dong Zi felt water dripping onto his lap.

He sighed, broke free from Fu Qiu's shackles with a little effort, pulled him into his arms, let him rest his head in his shoulder socket, stroked the burly hair on the back of his head, pulled the quilt to wrap him, He asked in a low voice, "Isn't it cold?"

Fu Qiu muffled sobbing on top of him.

Although the memory is far away, it is vividly in front of my eyes at this moment.He remembered that New Year's Eve, he and the monk went to see the eunuch's cleansing place, that dry boy who was as thin as a monkey spirit.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably, and they were folded on Dongzi's body, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his waist.

Dongzi gasped, "Strangled to death."

"Then die together."

As soon as the words came out, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and then acted tacitly as if they didn't hear them.

Dongzi blew out the candle, hugged Fu Qiu tenderly under the quilt, and let his head rub against his neck. He knew that this kind of intimacy was the best way for the little emperor to express his apology.

The night does not pass, but they have each other.

In the autumn of Shuozhou, the sun was dry and cold, and the coldness of staying in the house would crawl into the trouser legs like a snake, crawling around the bones.

After eating early, Fu Qiu was cleaned up, dressed in half-new clothes, and went to the garden with a few books on the art of war in his arms.After reading the classics and history, Taifu Fang asked him to learn how to march.

"It's just talking on paper, and let me set up a sand table to practice in the study at night. Taifu Fang said that if he doesn't teach me this himself, he doesn't know who will teach me." Fu Qiu said casually, and flipped Dongzi's head with his backhand, " Make a sound, but if you don’t make a sound, you think it’s a shadow following me, it scares me to death.”

"Oh."

Fu Qiu turned around with a smile, the whole person was hanging on Dongzi like a monkey, Dongzi's expression changed, "Don't make trouble."

He held Taifu Fang's collection in his arms, and these books would be finished if they fell into the lake.

Fu Qiu tugged at his ears, and moved his nose to smell the pleasant breath in his neck, tough and masculine.Uncleaned eunuchs, no wonder they are always tough, and they don’t speak with the high-pitched voice of eunuchs in the palace, which can’t be concealed no matter how hard they try. Fu Qiu’s lips are almost pressed against his ear, and he asks in a low voice, “Is it still alive? How about marrying a wife?"

Dongzi stood still, and Fu Qiu stamped his feet on the ground, crying out in pain.

The books were scattered all over the floor, and Dongzi knelt down on one knee to take off Fu Qiu's boots.

"It's okay, I'm not twisting, don't move, you're a bear!" Fu Qiu lightly slapped Dongzi on the side of his face, only to see that his eyes were a little red, and he was sitting on the ground panting heavily, a bit like a head wheezing The bear who snorts unreasonably.

Fu Qiu stood up and deliberately jumped twice, "Look, are you okay?" He held out his hand, and La Dongzi stood up.He squatted down and picked up all the books, four in total, and let Dongzi hold them.

"Don't bother you anymore." Fu Qiu raised his hands and looked sideways at Dong Zi, "Are you really planning to go back and marry a wife?"

Dongzi didn't answer.

It's meaningless to ask for a long time, Fu Qiu looked around indifferently, the autumn water was clear, he smiled, his voice was very soft, and it still reached Dongzi's ears.

"Marry, marry. I have to show you a good marriage, so that I can live up to your life and death for me."

Fu Qiu was lost in thought, looking at the end of the corridor from a distance.

For seven or eight days in a row, when Fu Qiu went to study in the garden, he could meet the eldest lady of the Fang family.Fu Qiu's address for her has changed from "Miss Fang" to "Shu Wan", and Fang Shuwan has never been as fierce as the first time they met, and even the clothes on her body are refurbished day by day. After sitting with his hands on his chin and listening to Fu Qiu's performance of a play heard in the palace, Fu Qiu lifted up his robe and sat beside her, just like a handsome young man written in a play, staring at her intently.

"Shu Wan, I have something important to tell you."

Fang Shuwan's forehead was covered with thin layers of sweat, and Fu Qiu raised her head, which was about to be lowered, and said in a low voice, "Actually, my name is not Zhang Zhaoyun."

Fang Shuwan looked at him suspiciously with big and agile eyes.

"But I'm definitely the most worthy person in the world for you." Fu Qiu pursed his chapped lips. He thought about it for thousands of times, and wanted to marry the daughter of the Fang family as queen. Isn't this what he agreed in the morning? The Empress Dowager and Taifu Fang had already decided on the matter. Even if he didn't bring up the old matter again, Taifu Fang would tell Fang Shuwan.

It's just that he knew that behind the unmoving locust tree not far away, the man was standing with his hands down, and when he and Fang Shuwan finished "studying", he would accompany him back to the yard, prepare delicious food for him, and take care of his food and clothing. For daily life, he would leave Fang Zhai from time to time, and it would take half an hour to come to his room when he came back. The clothes on his body were clean and smelled good, and he knew they were newly changed when he smelled them.

"I know." Fang Shuwan tilted her head slightly, shaking the drop-shaped jewel pendant on her hair, her hand rested on Fu Qiu's slightly trembling hand, and held his hand in her palm, "Grandfather You told me a few days ago that you are the emperor of Daqin, you are..." She paused, her eyelashes drooped, and red clouds flew up on her cheeks, "You are my future husband-in-law."

An inexplicable sadness welled up in Fu Qiu's heart.

That night, Fu Qiu tossed and turned on the bed, beat the bed after a while and shouted——

"Ahhhh-!"

Dong Zi, who was guarding the outside, came in, Fu Qiu only left his back, and the couch outside was replaced with a new one the next day.Dongzi stood where he was, thought for a while, climbed onto the bed, and silently tried to pull Fu Qiu over.

Fu Qiu held back his strength and refused to turn around.

A cold hand poked in from his close-fitting jacket, lingering on his heart, and after a while, Fu Qiu gasped, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm skilled at the craft, I don't know where I learned it, brother Dongzi!"

Dongzi was like a bull, he didn't speak, Fu Qiu suddenly turned over, pressed him under him, and gnawed hard on his neck for a while, Dongzi clamped his legs, Fu Qiu's eyes hurt so much Tears came.

The eyeballs of the two were soaked with tears. Dongzi grabbed Fu Qiu's shoulders, raised his head, and kissed Fu Qiu hard.

Fu Qiu yelled in his heart: I'm going to die, I'm going to suffocate, I must be the first and last emperor in history to kiss to death.

"I don't marry a wife."

Dongzi's voice rang in Fu Qiu's ears in a low voice. He was working hard and couldn't recover for a while.

"I promised to accompany you."

"But you are a genuine man..." Fu Qiu stared into Dongzi's eyes blankly.

Dongzi didn't speak, but kissed him softly, lips, chin, and Adam's apple. He was rarely so active. He licked away the sweat in the depression next to Fu Qiu's collarbone with his tongue.

Fu Qiu lost the ability to speak for a while.They are like two beasts fighting for territory, and like two cats in spring, although both are male...

Time flew by while studying and practicing martial arts, and it was already November in a blink of an eye.Fu Qiu never dreamed that his art of war teacher was Dongzi, and the lecture was at night. Taifu Fang took the school exam the next day and often found that there was a lot of sand on the floor of the study, and the terrain in the sand table was also very strange.Fu Qiu just laughed and said that the battle was too intense.

At the end of November, the house began to be decorated with lanterns and festoons, saying that Fang Shuwan's father, Fang Jingrong, who is now an official in the capital, will return home in the middle of the twelfth lunar month.

"I don't know why."

At night, the big room where Fu Qiu studied was filled with the fresh scent of oranges roasted over charcoal fire.

Xiong Mu distributed the oranges in his hands to five people, and they were gone by the time Bai Chunyan arrived.

Bai Chunyan withdrew his hand awkwardly, "Forget it, I don't like to eat."

Xiong Mu said "Oh", and took out another big yellow orange from the cloth bag behind him.

"..." Bai Chunyan squinted.

"Before I left Beijing, Fang Jingrong had already taken the post of Taifu, and his son inherited his father's position. He used to be the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. The Fang family is still relatively stable in Shuozhou. Part of it is naturally relying on the foundation of the Fang family among the famous families, and there are also rebels. The thief didn't want to clean up the other party's house." Yuan Jinyu stuffed the orange into his mouth.

"Going home in mid-December, if there is no such rule, there will be some rumors... You two, kneel down!" Fu Qiu couldn't bear it, took the orange peel from his head, and glared at Xiong Mu, who knelt down in a proper manner He reached Fu Qiu's feet, which happened to be close to the brazier, and stretched out his hand to keep warm.

Bai Chunyan picked up the orange peel and threw it into the charcoal basin, put the half of the orange he had snatched on it, and reluctantly knelt down on one knee.

"Mr. Fang is eighty years old. The new emperor... the rebellious dragon chair is not sitting firmly. To show benevolence and righteousness, it is not impossible to make an exception and let him come back to visit relatives. Of course, it is also possible to ask Fang Jingrong to come back to confirm that he is not with you. Get on the line." Bai Chunyan said indifferently.

"It's all nonsense." Xue Yuanshu said coldly.

Bai Chunyan was about to get up on his knees when he was hit on the head by the hilt of the sword, and then he fell silent again.

"It's better to avoid it temporarily and come back after Fang Jingrong returns to Beijing." Yuan Jinyu suggested.

Fu Qiu's dark eyes stared straight at the charcoal fire, and the juice from the orange peel was splashed, and the whole room smelled of oranges.

He picked up half of Bai Chunyan's orange and fed it to Dongzi, clapped his hands, stood up, and made a final decision, "Let's leave first, and then take a look, I want to ask the old man."

After finishing the school exams the next day, Fu Qiu did not beat around the bush with the old man, and did not leave after answering, Taifu Fang narrowed his eyes, "Do you have anything to ask?"

"The teacher knows what the students want to ask." Fu Qiu saluted respectfully.

Fang Taifu turned his face away, his old eyes went through the rows of bookshelves, as if he could reach out of the window and then to the distant capital.

"The old minister doesn't know why he came back this time." Fang Taifu coughed twice, with a heavy phlegm sound, Fu Qiu hurriedly handed the cup to his hand, the blood vessels protruded out of his dry hand, every time Every cough seems to pull the branches and leaves of this old tree.

"But don't worry, your majesty, the old minister has the final say on this family."

Fu Qiu's eyes were fixed on Mr. Fang's gray hair. He thought of his mother, the Queen Mother of Song, who had no news at all. He didn't know where she was living and how her life was going well.Fu Qiu's eyes were a little red, and he backed out. Dong Zi was waiting for him outside, and put the heavy black fur on his body.

Fu Qiu kicked a small stone while walking, exhaled white air, tilted his head to look at Dongzi, and suddenly put his cold hand into Dongzi's collar as a prank, he could feel the skin on Dongzi's neck tighten , every tendon stood up, but he didn't dodge it, but unbuttoned his collar so that he could put his other hand on his neck.

Fu Qiu couldn't help laughing and scolded "idiot".

Dongzi looked at him.

Fu Qiu rubbed his face against his heart, and asked in a low voice, "If Fang's family can't do it, where else can we go?"

He is like a child who has completely lost his mind. Fu Qiu feels that he has always been a child who doesn't understand anything, but God wants to oppose him. He can't turn a blind eye to the hungry and cold people of Daqin. The lives of countless people who worked for him, all of them are like Dongzi, risking their lives to let him sit firmly in that seat, and none of them are Dongzi, no one will be as female as he is, doing Everything is just to please him.

Sometimes Fu Qiu was also curious, if he didn't want to be emperor anymore, would Dongzi still protect him and accompany him all the time.Whenever he thought of this, an impulse surged in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask, he could only hold him tightly, kiss him, and make him gasp weakly, as if this could prove something.