High energy eunuch

The red light of the morning sun dissipated, and the leaves cut the sunlight into fragments, falling on the Empress Dowager Song's face, and the light and shadow flew by quickly.

"Okay." Dongzi clapped his hands and pulled the quilt over to cover the Empress Dowager Song.

"Are you awake?" Fu Qiu stood behind him, poking his head around for a peek.

"No, tap the empress dowager's sleeping point, and she will wake up in half an hour." Pulling off the military newspaper that was gagged on the empress dowager's mouth, Fu Qiu fetched water, and Dongzi wiped the empress dowager's face clean.The sleeping queen mother, with two willow eyebrows, lay quietly on her stomach, and the two of them stared at each other for a while.

Shivering at the same time, Fu Qiu thought of the empress dowager's arched brows and furious anger, so he couldn't help but sit on the stone steps under the threshold and sighed again and again.

Dongzi closed the door and sat down beside him.

He reached out and rubbed Fu Qiu's head, and Fu Qiu leaned his head on Dongzi's shoulder, and the shadows of the two of them were cast on the ground and merged together.

Fu Qiu's nose arched in Dongzi's neck, and he took a deep breath. A manly and masculine breath filled his nose, which made Fu Qiu feel at ease.He tilted his head, not knowing whether it was because the sun jumped over the treetops, the sun was too dazzling, or because he felt uncomfortable, the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.

Dongzi didn't touch his head for a while.

"Go back." Fu Qiu patted his martial robe, stood up, and asked someone to lead the horse.

The courtyard was guarded by Jiang Song's personal soldiers, and he bought an official retirement house in the border city, which was very quiet.The shady leaves block the dazzling sunlight.

Dongzi carried Fu Qiu onto the horse, put his feet on the stirrups, got on the horse's back, grabbed Fu Qiu's hand, and shook the reins suddenly.Another horse followed them.

Two figures on horseback, stacked on top of each other, kissed.

The horseshoes did not dare to stop, chasing after their figures, raising waves of yellow dust.

Before noon, Fu Qiu and Yuan Xinpei rushed back to the barracks. At that time, Jiang Song was eating with a sea bowl, and put Fu Qiu's steamed fish into his own bowl, which was still steaming.

Fu Qiu threw away the reins, strode over, and glanced at Jiang Song.

He brought two sea bowls for rice, one for Yuan Xinpei, with a few thin slices of fatty bacon neatly arranged on it, and half a bowl of vegetables fried in vegetable oil, his eyes turned to Jiang Song.

Jiang Song coyly pinched his chopsticks to pick fish into Fu Qiu's bowl, and said with a smile: "This dish is too hot, it will be eaten cold for the emperor at last."

Fu Qiu laughed, cut off the fish by the waist with a chopstick, and threw the tail of the fish into Yuan Xinpei's bowl.

The two monarchs and ministers discussed how to deal with Fu Rong's anger after cutting off the envoy.While grilling rice, he walked into the account.Jiang Song had no choice but to chew the vegetables and followed into Fu Qiu's tent.

At dusk, Yuan Xinpei squatted and drew on the sand table, poking the flag.Fu Qiu sat by and watched Yuan Guangping's report.

Dongzi's ears twitched suddenly, he pulled the curtain on one side of the table, and rolled back his hand.

The veil was originally pressed down by several books on military affairs, but now they are all scattered on the ground.The curtain was opened, and with a ding-dong sound, a black flying stone fell on the case.

Fu Qiu glanced at Yuan Xinpei, untied the cloth strip tied on the stone, and wrote——

"Zishi, at the river boundary monument."

The handwriting is majestic and majestic, and Fu Qiu recognized it was written by his eighth uncle at a glance, and handed the cloth strip to Dongzi meaningfully.

"Oh." Dongzi looked at it, and lit the cloth on the candle to turn it into ashes.

A spark of fire will be smashed to pieces in the flames in no time.

"Will you go?" Fu Qiu looked down at Yuan Guangping's memorial.

"what ever."

Fu Qiu stared blankly at the curtains, and after concentrating, he said, "Accompany Bashu to have a few words." Fu Qiu's lost eyes met Dong Zi's, Dong Zi's eyes moved, and he nodded understandingly.

"Call a few people, no matter what happens, I can't hurt you with my brother at the front."

Fu Qiu laughed, hummed, and said again: "Wear silk soft armor inside, and armor outside, just in case."

That night, the moon was not yet halfway through, and there was a black-covered boat parked by the dark river, and there was only one black-covered boat.

A dozen or so people came to the river, and a man in green shirt emerged from the boat, with a knife tucked in his waist, and he clasped his fist at everyone——

"The master only invites Qiu'er and Pei'er."

Fu Qiu looked at Dong Zi with a strange expression, Dong Zi raised his right palm, and directed Jiang Song behind him.

"Call you Pei'er, can't it be that person?" Jiang Song frowned, teasing, and sat on the ground with all his brothers, and shouted to the boat: "Call if you have anything, brothers are sharp and fast!"

Jiang Song turned his head and gestured to the dozen or so people behind him, and all ten people responded in a low voice, like a muffled thunder.

"Taste the seven-flower wine produced locally in Southern Chu."

Seeing Fu Rong suddenly, Fu Qiu's eyes turned red and his lips murmured, but he just sat down and didn't take the cup when it was offered.Fu Rong could only drink a cup by himself, his voice lost his mind: "Does Qiu'er believe that Eighth Uncle will harm you?"

Fu Qiu's mouth was parched, he opened his mouth, his throat was hard to speak because of the anger, he made a fist with his right hand, and put it on the table.

Fu Rong glanced at it, sighed, took Fu Qiu's hand, and wrapped his fist in his palm.But Fu Qiu suddenly raised his hand, and was pressed tightly by Fu Rong on the table, unable to break free no matter what.

Yuan Xinpei, who had been standing by the side all the time, came to sit with his robes flapped. He was sitting between Fu Qiu and Fu Rong, picked up his wine glass, and casually put his hands on Fu Rong's wrists, exerting strength between his fingers.

The liquor enters the throat.

His throat moved.

Fu Rong laughed loudly and said, "Have you competed with this king?!"

Fu Rong first lost Fu Qiu's hand, and then Yuan Xinpei lost Fu Rong's wrist.

The black-covered boat swayed, the boat was nailed to the river, and the river water slipped silently from the bottom of the boat.

Jiang Song led all the soldiers to sing outside, Fu Rong listened attentively, and sighed, "Everyone in Dachu can sing..."

Fu Qiu hummed, and heard Fu Rong hum a few words along with him, holding an empty cup in his hand.Compared with that year when Fu Rong returned to Beijing to fight for money, he had more wrinkles, and the originally black hair on his temples also appeared grizzled. When he squinted, there were four deep lines at the corners of his eyes, as if carved by a knife.

"Qiu'er, it's not appropriate to capture your mother, right?" Fu Rong smiled lightly, picked up the black silver folding plum pot, and poured another cup.

"Didn't the eighth uncle let the mother come later, because he was considerate of the separation of our mother and child, so he sent it here?" Fu Qiu said.

The wine glass was handed over to Yuan Xinpei, who drank it with his neck up.

"She is in shape now, and when she heard that your royal conquest was in person, she couldn't sit still and wanted to see you. Eighth Uncle couldn't stop her, so he had to let her cross the river." Fu Rong's eyes were sharp, and a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, "It's just Uncle Ba didn't expect that you would detain your mother. She miscalculated you."

Fu Qiu squinted his eyes and let out a long breath, "Uncle Ba, just rest assured, your woman and child are safe. I can't do such a thing like killing my mother and brother. Ordinarily, I never expected it." I've been here before, and Eighth Uncle can do things like take away a mother, brother and wife."

Fu Rong laughed in a low voice, and then laughed out loud, his shoulders trembling.

Yuan Xinpei swung his fingertips back and forth on the hilt of his sword, absently looking at the man in green shirt who was standing with his back facing the bank facing Jiang Song.

"As long as your mother doesn't die, how can you take away your mother? Besides, your father has never really cherished his lightness. He has worked for the emperor for so many years, and the eighth uncle only wants to have a peaceful life for a few years. Is this wish too much? Fu Rong tapped his fingers on the table and hummed a tune that even Fu Qiu was very familiar with.

The Wupeng boat swayed slightly, and the waves on the river beat against the side of the boat.

"Uncle Ba surrendered, and I personally bought a mansion with fertile land for Uncle Ba. He can settle down wherever he wants." Fu Qiu hesitated for a moment, and said slowly.

"What about your queen mother?" Fu Rong stared at the glass, with his lips touching the wine glass, wanting to drink or not.

"Give it back to Uncle Ba." Fu Qiu was quiet, and said mockingly, "I didn't know that I was the one who robbed Uncle Ba."

Fu Rong held the wine glass and did not speak, his eyes were fixed on the crackling candlelight.

Fu Qiu pinched Dong Zi's hand, fingers touched each other vaguely, he took the cup with the other hand, took a sip, and said with a smile: "I can't get drunk with such a little wine."

Fu Rong tilted his head and squinted at them, waved his wine glass, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Your mother hates broken sleeves the most in her life."

Fu Qiu wondered: "Father still has two male favourites. If he is really dissatisfied, the mother would have already started a fight. I don't believe it."

But Fu Rong didn't say any more, turned his face to Yuan Xinpei, looked at it carefully, and said, "What did the late emperor say to you before he died, do you still remember?"

Fu Qiu touched Yuan Xinpei's elbow, and said inexplicably, "Father still has a last order?"

Yuan Xinpei hummed vaguely.

"What will?" Fu Qiu asked.

"It's being done."

Fu Qiu's face sank, and he was about to explode when Fu Rong suddenly said, "Pei'er doesn't recognize me?"

Yuan Xinpei then turned around and looked at Fu Rong.Fu Rong clapped his hands, and the man in green shirt knocked a pitch-black box onto the table.Fu Qiu's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly asked, "What is this?"

Fu Rong laughed, "No hurry, Eighth Uncle will take it for you to see."

There is a brass lock hanging on the black box, which is opened with a small key, and then the lid is lifted.Fu Qiu looked at it with his head, and said mockingly: "It's just a mask... Eighth Uncle still accepts such things..."

Yuan Xinpei's eyes moved.

Fu Rong put the mask of the beast's head and fangs on his head, covering his face, only revealing his shining eyes through the two black holes.

"The first emperor ordered you to be the head of the hidden guards, and he will dispatch five thousand personal guards to you. Before he died, he had two major conflicts. He was afraid that his son's throne would not be stable and the country would fall. I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Fu family. .”

Fu Qiu heard the truth, one of these two knots must be Uncle Shi who has been pushed down from the throne, and the other, he didn't know whether it was Fu Rong in front of him or Wei Kun who was far away in the capital. .

Fu Rong took off the mask, and Qingjun's face reappeared, and put the mask back to its original place, he asked Yuan Xinpei: "Among these two major knots, neither one is my king, do you know, what's the reason?"

Yuan Xinpei narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "The Eighth Prince is the younger brother of the late Emperor."

Fu Rong clapped his hands and laughed, the corners of his eyes were dotted with stars, he wiped them away with a finger, grinned and said: "My emperor brother, the only relative he likes is his son." Then Fu Rong quickly denied his conclusion and sighed, "The only thing he is interested in is Qiu'er. He only cares about this country, whether it can make his children and grandchildren stable."

The more Fu Qiu listened, the more confused he became, and his face was full of doubts.

Yuan Xinpei held the hilt of the sword, let it go, held it again, and repeated.

"He has never loved anyone in his life." Fu Rong looked at Fu Qiu with drunken eyes, and could vaguely discern the shadow of the Empress Dowager Song from Fu Qiu's eyebrows. , "Qing Rong thinks that Brother Huang's heart is on the two male pets, but in fact, Brother Huang really has a man in his heart."

"The late emperor has collapsed, the Eighth Prince, please respect yourself." Yuan Xinpei warned.

"He died and left me a mess. Why do you think, the two people he wants to get rid of are not me." Fu Rong's cheeks were flushed, and he fell on the table, his face was pressed against the cold tabletop, and he raised his eyes lightly. Look at Yuan Xinpei with a smile.

"Running dog cooks, Liang Gongzang. Apart from the late emperor, this king is the only one who has seen every hidden guard and knows the details of each of you."

Yuan Xinpei sat up straight, put away the hilt of the sword, and looked solemnly, like a statue standing still.

"Based on Jun Mo's words to seal the marquis' affairs, one will be successful." Fu Rong drank another cup and couldn't help sighing, "He can't even trust you."