High energy eunuch

Xiangfeng's back was stiff, and his eyebrows were lowered, making Fu Qiu think in a trance that he saw Xiangfeng for the first time at the banquet that night.

Pale eyebrows, silent resistance in obedience, like a quiet and flexible water plant.

Fu Qiu tilted his body, dragging Xiangfeng's arm carelessly, brought him into his arms, and smiled, "It's okay, he's good at serving people, thanks to his taking care of the injury a few days ago."

Wei Kun's gaze fell on Fu Qiu's palm hanging under Xiangfeng's shoulder. The wound had healed, leaving a scar, where the hole pierced by the spear could be vaguely seen.

"Zuo Yuquan and your fourth uncle have made a lot of contributions over the years." Wei Kun pondered, rubbed his chin, and glanced narrowly at Fu Qiu, "In your opinion, who killed Zuo Yuquan?"

Suddenly cold sweat broke out on Fu Qiu's forehead, unexpectedly Wei Kun asked his opinion so straightforwardly, and gently pushed Xiangfeng aside.

"You go out first."

Wei Kun followed Xiangfeng with his gaze.

It wasn't until he went out that he looked at Fu Qiu again, and took off a wine bag from his waist. It was a silver wine bag with colorful gemstones inlaid on it.

"Zuo Yuquan's wine bag, when he occupied Beidibian Town for the first time, a 120-year-old man in the town committed suicide at dawn. He drank the wine in this wine bag," Wei Kun said while talking. , rolled his eyes, and handed the wine bag to Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu took a sip, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, was choked by the wine and couldn't speak for a moment, and his face wrinkled.

Wei Kun laughed out loud.

"You're still a brat, if you practice for another two years, Fourth Uncle will give you a chance." Wei Kun patted Fu Qiu on the shoulder, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and the scar on his face became deeper with his serious expression .

Of course Fu Qiu knew what this opportunity was, but Wei Kun didn't tell the truth, he just smiled.The two drank wine and said a few more words.Fu Qiu was lying on the table drunkenly, Wei Kun was still sitting upright, stroking Fu Qiu's head with his big hand.

He was just a child, the most beloved son of that person.Wei Kun took another sip of wine, the hot feeling passing through his throat made the corners of his eyes sparkle.

The tent door moved slightly, and Jiang Song walked in, first glanced at Fu Qiu, and then whispered to Wei Kun's ear.

Wei Kun put away the wine bag, got up, turned around and grabbed a large blanket to cover Fu Qiu's body, and walked out quickly.

Fu Qiu, who was lying on the table, moved his ears, propped his head up, and just sat up when he heard Dongzi talking to someone outside the tent door.He was still a little drunk, and when he stood up, he almost kicked over the short table in front of him, and Dongzi just grabbed his forward body when he entered the door.

"I'm back." Fu Qiu hiccupped, his eyes were red from alcohol, and he could shed tears at any moment.

Dongzi carried Fu Qiu to the bedside and put him on the bed. Fu Qiu's hands were still not loose, and he talked indiscriminately, "It's been so long..."

Dongzi frowned slightly, one corner of his mouth curled up, and said in a low voice, "Drunk?"

"Nonsense!" Fu Qiu waved his hand, almost hitting Dongzi's face.

Dongzi grabbed Fu Qiu's hand and stuck it to his face, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed and hugged him.She winked at Xiangfeng who entered the door, blew out the candle, and retreated knowingly.

Fu Qiu took a quick breath, pressed Dongzi's hand that was groping under his clothes, curled up in his arms, and murmured.

Dongzi listened quietly, letting Fu Qiu's hands and feet wrap around him, kissing his forehead and cheek with his lips in silence, sometimes rubbing against his waist, leaning his waist together, Fu Qiu's head arched back and forth in his arms, and the two They rubbed together silently for a while.

Fu Qiu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he grabbed Dongzi's ears with both hands, "You have to listen to me, you understand?"

Dongzi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, hummed, and shook his head.

Fu Qiu ran his hand behind his ear, touched his sweaty neck, sniffed it, and complained, "It stinks to death."

Then Fu Qiu kicked Dongzi off the bed, turned his back with a bang, rolled up the quilt and fell asleep by himself like a worm.

Dongzi had to go out to take a shower.

With wet hair on his head and a robe casually draped around his waist, Dongzi stood outside the tent door, a layer of cold grains blasted off his muscles in the cold wind.

He looked at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Footsteps sounded not far away, his ears moved, and seeing Xiangfeng walking over in a panic, when he saw him, he almost jumped up in a panic, bit his lip and wanted to turn around, stiffened for a moment, and walked boldly come over.

Xiangfeng put his hand on the door, and Dongzi's eyes were like thorns, making him turn his face away, and asked in a deep voice, "What are your orders?"

"Don't go in."

Xiangfeng was silent for a while, and then said, "I'll go to the stables to deal with it all night."

"No, I have something to tell you."

It was the first time that Xiangfeng talked to Dongzi face to face. The follower Fu Qiu brought was very good at fighting. He had seen him kill people. He was very strong in martial arts, and he was rigid and serious.

"What are you talking about? I'm the young marshal's servant, but not yours." Xiangfeng poked his neck arrogantly.

"You really want to kill Wei Kun?"

The name that came out made Xiangfeng tremble, his breathing was stagnant, and he moved his lips after a while, "You want to inform?"

Dongzi didn't answer, and looked at the lonely moon in the sky indifferently.

This person didn't care about anyone except Fu Qiu at all, Xiangfeng felt a little cold and shivered.Twisting her fingers, she whispered extremely fast, "My mother took abortion pills several times when she was pregnant with me, and my body was not as good as an ordinary man after birth. She..." The woman he never mentioned made him Xiangfeng was a little shy to speak, but the night just hid all his emotions. He looked down at the stones and straws beside his feet. Whether Dongzi listened or not, an impulse made him blurt out, "I grew up in a military prostitute camp. Big, I have been taking drugs since I was a child, and I have no chance to wield swords and guns. Even if I want to learn it now, it is too late. This body is oppressive..."

Tears rolled down his cheeks and hung on his jaw.

"Although I always knew, this day never came until I was seven years old." Xiangfeng couldn't control the trembling of his voice, and clenched his hands into fists, "I was only seven years old at that time..."

The wind swallowed his voice, and he didn't know why he said these words to the person in front of him. He had never said these words to anyone.The roots of his teeth were a little sore. He paused and glanced at Dongzi. Dongzi was expressionless. The body that had just bathed exuded a light fragrance, probably saponins.

"If you can help me, I will be very grateful to you." Xiangfeng's words suddenly stopped.

Indeed, he had nothing to offer to thank the other party, and he immediately felt inappropriate when he said such words.

Dongzi didn't look at him, and just when Xiangfeng felt that it was useless to talk to this person and wanted to go in and pack his things, a deep voice suddenly rang out, "If you can't do it yourself, would you like to be a part of the middle? "

What does it mean?

The doubt quickly disappeared, and Xiangfeng opened his mouth dryly.

"You don't need to make a decision now, you can tell me anytime." Dongzi said and entered the tent.

That night Xiangfeng tossed and turned in the stable, unable to fall asleep all night, the light of the moon moved from the horse's tail to the horse's head, and then disappeared again.When it was about to dawn, he hugged a thick blanket, bent one leg, sat and watched the morning star appear at the end of the sky through the gap.In Xiangfeng's impression, the scenes that appeared most were the stables and the military tents.He had never been on a battlefield. At first, it was a monotonous and narrow prostitute village with simple tents, and various men he didn't know came in and out.There are always obscene words in his ears, and the first thing he learned was not to call his mother, but to speak out.

He couldn't even remember what that woman looked like.

The only thing I remember was that when she died, she had no clothes to wear.

Probably because of this, he often has no clothes to wear.

The morning light quickly illuminated the stables, and the voices of soldiers talking could be heard.Xiangfeng was holding his own things, so he couldn't avoid being touched a few times when he came out. He was used to this, and he no longer yelled or resisted.He just frowned disgustedly, and calmly returned to the place where he should appear now.

When entering the door, Xiangfeng was a little surprised, Fu Qiu always got up late, but today he was fully dressed, and his helmet was also put on properly.Hearing him enter the door, he turned to look at him, but said nothing.

From the first time we met, Fu Qiu made him feel kind, but he couldn't explain why.Maybe it was because he was young, he was about the same age as himself, which made Xiangfeng feel safe.

Later he had someone give him clothes to wear.

Even if this kind of thing was told, no one would understand it. When the cloth rubbed against his skin, Xiangfeng felt that he was a human being again.

"out."

He didn't wait for him to say this, but Xiangfeng was already very satisfied.For the first time ever, he was lying on his small couch during the day, and the soreness caused by not sleeping all night was scattered in his limbs and bones.

He had a dream in a daze, dreaming of a resplendent palace, although it was a palace, the layout was like a tent, but the tent roof was not made of cloth, but gold piled patterns, I don't know what kind of craftsmanship, gorgeous Birds, lingering dragons.

When he woke up, something cold was pressed against his face, and it took Xiangfeng a long time to concentrate his eyes to see who was coming.

"Shut up, the commander-in-chief will let you pass."

He knew the person who came, and it was Jiang Song who was next to Wei Kun. After Zuo Yuquan died, Jiang Song became his substitute.

It was only after walking out of the tent that Xiangfeng realized that the sun was already past noon. He covered up his clothes tightly and buttoned them up to his Adam's apple.

The person in front glanced back at him inadvertently, and said with a smile, "I have to take it off anyway."

Xiangfeng's expression became very cold, and his face, which was too beautiful among men, seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Jiang Song turned around, held the sword in one hand and crossed his arm in the other, shaking the hilt of the sword, and pointed to the inside of the tent, "The commander-in-chief is waiting for a long time, you'd better deal with it carefully."

Jiang Song who said this didn't look at him, and he sighed lightly after Xiangfeng entered the door.

He summoned a patrolling soldier and ordered in a low voice, "Give this to the lieutenant under the young commander's account."

The soldiers trot away.

Jiang Song turned his head sideways, his narrowed eyes were as cunning as a fox.