High energy eunuch

After watching the excitement, the two came back, and the military doctor was giving Fu Qiu the pulse, and turned to decoction.

Fu Qiu rolled up his sleeves and looked at Xiangfeng while sipping tea. Xiangfeng was cleaning the table in the back room. He had a habit of cleaning all the vases on the Duobao Pavilion every day.

"Did you watch it? Is it lively?" Fu Qiu asked casually.

Xiangfeng slapped her hand, almost breaking the vase.

He hummed indistinctly in his throat, and then wiped the vase as usual.

"You're back so soon, why don't you take a closer look?" Fu Qiu wrinkled his nose, the smell in the room seemed to be strange.

"We were almost out of town by the time we got to the gate."

"Oh, didn't you see General Yuan?" Fu Qiu understood.

"Ziyun took the servant directly to the attic and saw some."

Fu Qiu felt a little uncomfortable, moved a bench and sat under the veranda, his wound itched unbearably, Ziyun, who came over with a porcelain bowl for boiling teapots, gave him a sideways glance.

Fu Qiu stopped scratching immediately, and noticed that Ziyun was still wearing the hairpin given by Xiong Mu.The two in front of him were in pairs, he pulled a blade of grass, and blew twice in boredom, his eyes were fixed on the gray-blue sky, and his neck was tilted back.Seeing Xiangfeng staring at a vase in a daze, Fu Qiu stretched.

"Mom, who are you trying to scare?!"

Xiong Mu smiled and squatted in front of Fu Qiu with his robes lifted, licking his lips, "The commander-in-chief issued an order, tidy up and leave tomorrow morning."

Fu Qiu was so frightened that he grabbed Xiong Mu and beat him before he kicked his ass, "Get lost."

"I brought this for you." Xiong Mu searched and found a cloth bag with white flowers on a blue background, inside was a delicately carved rouge box.

Ziyun was pleasantly surprised, and Fu Qiu said sourly behind his back, "It's red enough without painting."

Ziyun gave him a blank look, then tugged on Xiong Mu's sleeve and went into the room to talk.

At five o'clock the next day, Wei Kun's army went back on the road and disappeared for another ten days. They marched slowly, stopping and going, and set up camp on the spot when they encountered two snowstorms.Fu Qiu had two bouts of high fever, and when he checked into the post house again, he was a little confused with the fever, and was carried off the carriage by Xiong Mu.

Woke up at night to drink medicine, looked vaguely at the dim window paper: "What time is it?"

There was the sound of snow rustling outside, Fu Qiu leaned annoyed, and asked again, "Is it snowing?"

"Well, it just rang." Xiangfeng wiped the medicine stain from the corner of his mouth for him, seemingly absent-minded.

Fu Qiu rolled his eyes, "Do you miss Dongzi?"

Xiangfeng opened his eyes, as if he heard some joke, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Young commander is talking nonsense."

"Well, nonsense." Fu Qiu smiled, "What time is it?"

"Dawn is late, and the hour is almost over."

Fu Qiu snorted, shrunk his neck and planned to sleep with his head covered, but Xiangfeng didn't leave. He glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"Tomorrow evening when we enter the city, Hu Yang has already taken down."

Fu Qiu narrowed his eyes, "Well, is there anything else?"

Xiangfeng shook his head, Fu Qiu twitched uncomfortably when a cold hand was placed on the back of Fu Qiu's hand, but Xiangfeng held his hand tightly silently.

Fu Qiu stuttered, "What's the matter? Don't sleep with the young commander here."

Xiangfeng withdrew his hand and stammered, "The servant dances well... well... the commander-in-chief has praised you." He collected himself and looked at Fu Qiu seriously, "I will hold a celebration party for General Yuan the day after tomorrow. The commander-in-chief asked the servants to prepare a dance, which will be danced during the celebration banquet."

Fu Qiu frowned, "Fuck that troublesome son, General Yuan now has more face than me, why don't you like it..."

"It's all ready." Xiangfeng interrupted him, and said again, "I want to show the young marshal the first dance tomorrow." He licked his lips, and the earnest gaze made Fu Qiu feel that if he didn't agree, this person would Keep pleading.

So he waved his hand, "Understood, is there anything else?"

Xiangfeng shook his head, walked to the door with a lonely back, Fu Qiu called him again, looked at the face that was too delicate and skinny among men, and asked him, "When is your birthday?"

Xiangfeng's eyes lit up.

"Just ask casually, nothing else..."

"February 29." Xiangfeng said.

Fu Qiu thought about it, he was the same age as himself, so he should be seventeen, and his birthday is every four years in the leap month, counting down, after the new year, there should be 29.He hummed, and hearing the soft sound of the door closing, he turned over and thought, what better way to celebrate this brother's birthday.

After not sleeping for two hours, the team went on the road again. Fu Qiu fell asleep in the carriage. Xiangfeng usually rode a horse, but today he came in to take a carriage.

As soon as Fu Qiu woke up, he fed him a piece of candy. At dusk, Fu Qiu felt sticky at all, probably eating too much candy.But after sleeping all day, I feel better.

After dinner, Xiong Mu directed the soldiers to set up camp and went to Huyang one day later.

Dressed in silver-white fox fur, Fu Qiu was walking around outside the camp with a hand stove in his hand, his mind blank.

The sky went from dimly lit to completely dark, and the candles illuminated one star, and two more candles were lit in the tent, casting white light on the ground.

"Young Marshal, you can come in now. See if the brazier is warm, if it's not enough, find another one to burn, Xiangfeng, don't stick it around, let the Young Marshal come in."

Xiangfeng hurriedly avoided.

Fu Qiu got into the tent, and Zi Yan came over to take off his boots, the fur on his body was slightly damp from the fire.Fu Qiu was served by someone, changed into a clean robe, wiped his hands and face, and wiped his neck.

Sporadic howling wolves came from outside.

Fu Qiu leaned on the bed, Xiangfeng who was holding the medicine shook his hand, and the spoon knocked softly on the bowl.

It was too quiet in the tent, but there was a loud noise.

Fu Qiu smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, there are tens of thousands of people, wolves dare not come. Wolves are also afraid of people."

Xiangfeng lowered his head and glanced towards the door.Xiong Mu was guarding outside. He was assassinated on the road two days ago. Although it was nothing serious, Xiong Mu began to guard it himself.

"What's the matter?" Fu Qiu looked at Xiangfeng's trembling hand holding the medicine, and simply took the bowl by himself, and drank it in one gulp.Chao Xiangfeng spread his hands.

Xiangfeng took out the candy and fed it directly to his mouth.Fu Qiu licked his lips, his rosy lips, clear eyebrows and eyes looked much better than those days when he was seriously injured.

"Hello, young commander." Xiong Mu's voice came from outside.

"Speak nonsense!" Fu Qiu casually grabbed a felt hat and threw it out the door.

Xiong Mu walked in, waving a felt hat on his fingers, "Brother Dongzi is back tonight. He just came out from the commander. I'll call him over." Xiong Mu blinked ambiguously.

Fu Qiu pushed his head away, "Whether love comes or not, what is it called? Go back to sleep." When the quilt moved, he wanted to kick Xiong Mu again.

Xiong Mu bent down quickly and got out of the tent, thinking he was going to talk to Ziyun.

Xiangfeng walked to the door, watched carefully for a while, and then came back to let Fu Qiu sleep.

Fu Qiu fell asleep.

In the end, he didn't sleep for a while, and was shaken awake again. Fu Qiu slept a lot during the day, so he wasn't angry.Leaning on the bed, hearing Xiangfeng say that she wanted to show him a dance, it was only then that she remembered what had happened.

Xiangfeng untied the cloak, and covered the water-red dance dress underneath. It was not the kind worn by orchids, but the long water sleeves, which were originally tied with strings. .

The red embroidered clothes are the most suitable for the complexion, Xiangfeng's figure is extremely soft, even without the sound of the piano, her long hair is like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes look forward, and there is a sense of yin and yang inversion.Fu Qiu's Adam's apple twitched slightly. When Xiangfeng spun quickly, he remembered seeing it in the palace. It was a favorite concubine of his father, who danced so beautifully in the harem. I didn't understand it at that time, it was just a dance.

Only then did I understand that dancing is second, and bending and splitting are both trivial skills and eye-catching.

A lawsuit that focuses on eyebrows.

After dancing, Fu Qiu grabbed Xiangfeng's water sleeve, which was swayed to his face, and it was lightly scented with incense. Xiangfeng's eyes were full of anger, and he fell into Fu Qiu's arms.

But Fu Qiu turned away.

He rubbed between his brows in difficulty, his voice was a little hoarse, "It's late at night, go to sleep."

Xiangfeng knelt down and straightened up, and kowtowed three times, making Fu Qiu puzzled, and just about to speak, Xiangfeng refused to get up.Seemingly angry, he walked out of the tent and did not come back.

That night Fu Qiu even dreamed that his face was covered with sleeves, and it was still very fragrant. He sniffled, woke up, stared blankly at the animal head incense burner in the tent, and then remembered that it was the incense that the military doctor gave him to sleep.It's getting more and more fragrant.

It was already dawn, and Xiong Mu, who was squatting outside eating noodles, stared at the door and said loudly, "Young commander is awake, there is no more noodles, do you want to eat fried dough sticks?"

It is not bad to eat soybean milk and fried dough sticks in the morning of the march.Fu Qiu stretched out his hand, Ziyan waited on him, and just said "eat".

Ziyun came in with a tray, passed by Xiong Mu and bowed slightly, and then looked up at Fu Qiu, "Young Marshal, the soy milk is gone, and the porridge in it, eat less. We will have a banquet at night, and there will be delicious food in Huyang."

Fu Qiu's face sank, he took two bites, almost broke his teeth by the deep-fried dough sticks, and simply pushed it aside.

Ziyun came in to tidy up, Fu Qiu knocked on the table with one hand and asked, "Where's Xiangfeng?"

"Don't ask Brother Dongzi anymore." Xiong Mu shook his head at the door.

Fu Qiu stood up and walked to Xiong Mu's side. Xiong Mu hurriedly drank the noodle soup in two gulps, puffing his cheeks.

"Where's Xiangfeng?" Fu Qiu raised his chin and raised his foot to kick.

Xiong Mu's eyes widened, and he stared eagerly behind Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu rubbed his fist and bumped his elbow.

Xiong Mu's neck was straight, his body was bent, he swallowed the noodle soup with all his might, wiped off the leak from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and after taking two breaths, he took the handkerchief from Ziyun and wiped his mouth, "Here, Dongzi Brother is here."

Fu Qiu's back stiffened, and he started to walk, but his back collar was pulled, and his arm was stretched across his chest, and he was dragged back into the tent, and the tent door was closed tightly.

Xiong Mu wiped his hands leisurely, held the hairpin on Ziyun's head, twirled it lightly, and said with a smile, "It looks good."

Fu Qiu was thrown onto the bed, an arm under his neck hooked him to reduce the momentum.

The cold armor hit him, making him frown again and again, and kicked Dongzi to the ground.Taking a quick breath, Fu Qiu bulged his eyes, raised his feet, and stared threateningly at Dongzi who got up.

Dongzi took off his armor, grabbed his ankles with both hands, and with great strength, he pressed his legs under his body twice, and leaned over to rub his face against Fu Qiu's. The hand pushed, and the hand was caught again, pressing on the top of the head.

Dongzi backed away, his eyes fixed, Fu Qiu's heart stopped, and he gasped, "Go down, I'm a wounded man!"

Dongzi rubbed his face attached, wanting to kiss him, but because of Fu Qiu's angry face, he finally backed away, and put a cushion under Fu Qiu's waist.

"It's a victory, it's amazing." Fu Qiu said sourly, suddenly feeling bored, he pushed Dongzi away from the bed.

Unexpectedly, he was so tall, so he was pushed and sat on the ground.

Fu Qiu couldn't hold back his face anymore, he pursed his lips tightly and suppressed a smile.

Dongzi heaved a sigh of relief, and grabbed Fu Qiu's arm and crawled back onto the bed.

"I'm back." Dongzi said, pouted to kiss.

Fu Qiu turned his head away, poking his heart with a finger, Dong Zi frowned.Fu Qiu suspiciously wanted to take off his clothes, but Dong Zi kept backing away, and finally sat back on the ground again. Instead of getting up this time, he just bent one leg and sat on the ground like a dog.

"Will you come to the celebration banquet tonight?" Dongzi asked.

"Let's talk about it later." Fu Qiu said absently.

"Well, don't come." Dongzi said again.

"Why?" Fu Qiu twitched his eyebrows and bent down to stare at Dongzi's face. He was dark and thin. He touched Dongzi's face, hugged his head on his waist, and said lightly, "Celebration banquet What the hell are you going to do? You are dishonest now, and you promised not to hide it from me..." Fu Qiu's nose was sour, trying to think of a word to scold him, but he was not very good at scolding by nature.This is really beyond the skills of an emperor.

Dongzi leaned against him motionless, wrapping his arms around Fu Qiu's waist.

Fu Qiu pressed Dongzi's hand violently, pushed him away with his knee, and furrowed his eyebrows impatiently, "Say it!"

At this time, someone was talking outside.

Fu Qiu and Dong Zi quickly separated, Dong Zi put on his armor, and a soldier outside told him to go to Wei Kun's tent.

Dongzi answered loudly.

Dongzi stood in front of the tent, turned around and saw Fu Qiu with a worried face, and stretched out his hand to signal, Fu Qiu came over, put his arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, pinched his chin, and kissed him for a while, Dongzi Plunging headlong into the bitter snow wind outside the tent.

Only then did Fu Qiu feel his heart beating violently, his eyelids twitched, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

However, he never thought that Xiangfeng would be so courageous.

In the evening, light snow drifted all over the sky, and Fu Qiu stood in front of the window, with brocade clothes on and off, his nose a little runny.

He rubbed his hands, and asked Zi Yan who was making the bed inside, "Who is there tonight?"

"It's not the same as last time." Zi Yan shook her hand, spreading out the thick cyan-colored quilt.

"How many people beat Hu Yang to death?"

Zi Yan hung a sachet in the tent, turned around and smiled, and said angrily, "How does this slave know?"

Fu Qiu thought to himself that he was in a daze, but he was so upset that he was hesitant to go to the celebration banquet as Dongzi said.

Zi Yan took a look at him, Fu Qiu was not buttoned up, and his whole body was snow-white. Zi Yan's side face was slightly red, and she tied it up for him with her bare hands, saying, "Young Master, you should also go to the celebration banquet for Brother Dong Zi." Otherwise, people around will not suspect that Brother Dong Zi has joined the command of the Marshal."

Fu Qiu straightened his sleeves resolutely, raised his head, and the warm fragrance of the woman lingered on the tip of his nose.He was a little absent-minded, and remembered the fiery and decisive kiss in the morning, and turned around to touch the teacup with a dry throat.

"Young Master." Zi Yan's soft voice came from behind.

Fu Qiu looked at her from behind the teacup.

"Brother Dongzi said that when we return to the capital in the future, the young master will bring us two sisters. Is it true?"

Fu Qiu choked and coughed twice, "Of course, a friend in need is a friend. You have followed all the way, so naturally you will bring them back to Beijing."

Zi Yan lowered her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, she didn't say anything, but when she went out, Fu Qiu met her eyes, and felt that those eyes were very familiar, it seemed that Miss Fang's eyes had the same eyes last year.

Fu Qiu unbuttoned the two buttons irritably, then straightened the collar and buttoned it.

Xiong Mu was already waiting when he went out, but Fu Qiu was sullen and didn't say a word. When he walked to the courtyard, he frowned again and asked him, "Where's Xiangfeng?"

"I haven't seen you for a day, I don't know where to go to hide. There are so many things moving into the post house today, and I will live in Huyang for a while." Xiong Mu looked at the sky, "Go, it's getting late."

Fu Qiu had no choice but to press the matter first, and thought that Xiangfeng was going to dance at the celebration banquet, so he might have to prepare it.So he walked to the door and left Xiong Mu behind, and found out that Xiangfeng had a separate room above him.

There was a gap in the door, and the voice from inside stopped Fu Qiu's hand from pushing the door in time.

"Five days later, on the second watch, go through the small side door next to the Erdao Gate. I'll send someone to pick you up. When you see this jade pendant, follow him."

Fu Qiu recognized that it was Cao Qingmeng.His eyes stuck to the crack of the door, Cao Qingmeng hurriedly paced back and forth for two steps, his voice could not conceal his surprise, "At least you have figured it out, the sky has eyes. Let's go south first, you don't want to go to Nanyang to see shadow puppets, you should go there first .”

The other person put a flower on his hair and only nodded.

Fu Qiu straightened up, clapped his hands silently, pretending that he hadn't seen it, and went back to the front hall, the courtesy officer at the door reported.

The eyes of a person in the hall followed, and Dongzi frowned.

Fu Qiu looked away, Wei Kun hadn't come yet, he took his seat, picked up the teacup, his heart felt like a small drum.Thinking about it this way, Xiangfeng's kowtow to those three heads was regarded as repayment, but it's a pity that he couldn't celebrate his birthday.But Cao Qingmeng is infatuated with him and will treat him well.

Just thinking wildly, the whole room fell silent, Wei Kun walked in with a smile.