High energy eunuch

The army climbed over the mountain overnight, entered the mountain from the north, ordered the soldiers who were not infected with the rash to charge, and cut out a road for three people to walk in parallel. When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, the whole army stopped. People carried them on their backs and went down the mountain together.

Fu Qiu's whole body was itching unbearably, and he was scratching his ears and cheeks.

Suddenly, "You, carry him" came from behind.He put his hand down suddenly, turned around, and saw Dongzi walking not far away.Dongzi squatted in front of Fu Qiu, patted himself on the shoulder, and said, "Come up."

Fu Qiu lay on his stomach, unconsciously wanting to scratch the rash on his body.

"Hold my neck."

The voice was deep and pleasant, Fu Qiu was a little dazed for a moment, smiled, hugged Dongzi's neck, and buried his head in his neck.

The night was deep and reckless, and the breeze passed by the ears.Fu Qiu wiped his neck with his fingertips, and Dong Zi coughed softly.

Fu Qiu smiled, put his hands back on his chest, and asked him: "Are you tired of carrying me?"

"You're not heavy." Dongzi said.

"Then why are you sweating so much?" Fu Qiu wiped the sweat off Dongzi's forehead, and put his hand in to try it out. His neck was also full of hot flashes of sweat.

"Don't touch it."

Fu Qiu unbuttoned Dongzi's neck and said with a smile, "No messing around."

"..."

Fu Qiu's hands were slightly cold, as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into the heat. Dong Zi grabbed his hand with one hand, and pressed Fu Qiu's butt tightly with the other hand, and said displeasedly, "Lie down."

Fu Qiu didn't answer, and whispered in his ear: "I don't need to lie down, it's you who should be lying down." Before the words fell, Fu Qiu rubbed Dongzi's buttocks forcefully, then let go immediately, as if nothing had happened. He hugged his neck, sighed dying with fever all over his body, "I can't wait to strip you naked now, press you to the ground, and have a wanton sexual intercourse."

Fu Qiu sighed regretfully.

Dongzi's deep laughter came to his ears, and he said: "There is miasma poison in this mountain, but after returning to Beijing, there is a Yanxia mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, but it is only more than a hundred meters high, the emperor really thinks?"

Fu Qiu grabbed his neck tightly and asked with his ear, "Really?"

"Really." Dongzi turned his face, and Fu Qiu kissed him on the cheek.

In the extremely quiet night, the Great Chu army crossed the mountain overnight and killed Nan Chu by surprise.Jiang Song led a team to bypass the Southern Chu army first, found another way, and went to the city to borrow straw, cotton wool and other things from the people's homes and burn them.

The Southern Chu sentry saw the fire burning in the southwest of the city from the watchtower. They were so frightened that they scrambled and ran downstairs to report to the lieutenant general.

For a moment, the soldiers of Southern Chu lost their positions and saw many fires in the south of the city. They shouted, "I'm surrounded!"

After Fu Rong took over Southern Chu, he incorporated the original Southern Chu army, and Southern Chu was originally a peasant rebel army, a reckless crowd, relying on the mountains as a barrier, resulting in a situation that was easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Now he only thought that his family was in trouble, so he didn't have the heart to accompany Fu Rong to beat his nephew.For these peasant armies, it doesn't matter who is the emperor, the important thing is that the whole family can have enough food.In the past, Li Gui could feed them, they were with Li Gui the butcher, and now Fu Rong could feed them, even if Fu Rong killed Li Gui, they could still be happy with Fu Rong.

Just after a general named Wu Chuan yelled angrily, "Mother, the dog is back to save you, don't let Hu San'er take advantage of our family's eggs", all the generals rushed to their courtyard with rakes and hoes.

On the top of Longxi Mountain, a silver waterfall flows down three thousand feet and hangs upside down.

A bald old monk sits quietly in a pavilion in the middle of the mountain, playing chess with others.Black and white chess pieces intertwined on the chessboard, Fu Rong's complexion turned blue, and his brows were deeply frowned.After a while, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiled wistfully, and bounced the chess piece back into the box.Fu Rong closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, "I lost."

"The benefactor has distracting thoughts." The old monk also put his hands together and bowed.

At this time, on the stone steps that wind thousands of steps and can't be seen at a glance, a soldier ran up and knelt down on the ground in panic.

See him shaking like chaff.

Fu Rong's face was as golden as paper at first, but then he recovered in a breath, stood up with a smile, brushed off the skirt of his robe, stopped the bad news that the guards were about to utter, turned around and saluted the old monk, and sighed: "It seems that the student is unable to return this time. God, I'm really sorry for bothering you all day."

The old monk's eyes were deeply sunken in the eye sockets, and when he closed his eyes, the upper and lower eyelids were stacked.He stood on the top of the mountain with a fluttering white beard, watching Fu Rong go down the mountain.

Another handsome young monk, wearing the priest's cassock, came out from the side of the mountain path.

"Thank you nephew." He put one palm on his chest and bowed.

"Uncle how to do it." The old monk hurriedly helped him up.

He smiled, and tore off a wooden fish-shaped pendant from his waist.

"This is left by the teacher, and kept, it may be used in the future."

The old monk took it with both hands, closed his eyes and said "Namo Amitabha".

In late autumn, the capital is blown by strong winds.The sand flew into the prisoner's cage, and a prisoner sat cross-legged with disheveled hair, holding a handful of rosary beads. The beads had already been shiny by his touch, and they passed through his slender fingertips one by one.

It had been a long time since there were any distinguished guests in the Imperial Prison, Fu Rong sat alone most of the time, chanting something when he woke up, some guards were really curious and came closer to listen to what he was reading.

The Eight Kings, who had been slaughtered all their lives and never believed in gods and Buddhas, recited Buddha's name every day in the last days of their lives.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qiu ordered the prison to cook vegetarian food for his eighth uncle.

"Uncle Eight wants to be a monk."

On New Year's Eve in the capital, even though it was snowing, the enthusiasm of the people was still high, and the fireworks prepared by the officials were wet with snow and difficult to ignite.But from above the palace gate tower, you can still see all kinds of fireworks that are going on and off throughout the city.

"How does the emperor plan to deal with it?" Dongzi asked casually, stroking Fu Qiu's neck with his finger, and tied him a green snow-feather-proof cloak and a bamboo hat for him.

Fu Qiu straightened his hat, smiled, walked down the tower, unfolded his cloak while walking, and ordered: "Come here."

The corners of Dongzi's mouth turned slightly, he untied his cloak, and wrapped his arms around Fu Qiu's shoulders. The two of them hugged together and squeezed into the cheering crowd.

The streets were full of fireworks, children in red coats were chasing and fighting, and the wind and snow condensed on people's faces, but their festive smiles couldn't be frozen.

Fu Qiu hooked Dongzi's finger, leading him to touch something hanging on his waist. Dongzi was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his fingers carefully to find out the shape of the thing, and nodded, "Brother's."

It was the Jade Buddha presented to Fu Qiu by the Empress Dowager Song, and it was used as a betrothal gift for the queen. Dongzi asked, "Why did you come back? Didn't the queen carry the little princess to the Yueyue Tower?"

Fu Qiu had a headache for a while, pressed his eyebrows, remembered that Fang Shuwan had made a fuss twice in this month and carried the princess to the Yueyue Tower to pretend to be crazy, shook his head and sighed: "I'm happy today, don't talk about it."

Dongzi hugged Fu Qiu's head, kissed his forehead, touched the ring around his finger, spread his calloused palm around his.

"When the snow stops, I will bring my uncle's son here and put him under the name of the Marquis of Xiangyang." Fu Qiu lowered his head and said, the snowflakes melted into water in his palm.

They found a stall, and billows of white smoke steamed from the pot.

Fu Qiu took out two spoons, gave one to Dongzi, and shouted at the boss, "Two bowls of Lantern Festival, brown sugar and sesame seeds."

After a while, the hot glutinous rice balls came up, white and fat, dodging left and right in the soup.After Fu Qiu finished eating his own, he went to spoon Dongzi's. Dongzi simply pushed the bowl in front of him. Fu Qiu couldn't eat any more after eating three, so he pushed it back in front of Dongzi, and lay down on the table foolishly. he.

When he came out after eating, he was sweating all over, Fu Qiu unbuttoned two cloth buttons, his face was flushed, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

"You're drunk." Dongzi's eyes glowed with excitement, he put his lips on the bridge of Fu Qiu's nose, and kissed him briefly.

In the middle of the night, Manager Yuan carried his bed-pressing emperor back to his private courtyard, humming a little tune in a good mood to untie the emperor's dragon robe.

Outside the courtyard, the poor bangzi had already led people to kneel for half an hour, he couldn't help leaning towards the door, biting the bullet and disturbing the emperor's sleep.

"Your majesty...the empress has been staying in the Yueyue Tower for half an hour...it's not a problem if this continues, the princess is still ill..."

There was silence inside the door.

After a while, the emperor came to open the door with a flushed face, followed by the eunuch who was arranging the crown for him. Dongzi's face was calm, and Fu Qiu straightened the crown. Before he could say a word, he went to the Yueyue Tower to persuade the queen to go downstairs. .

Bangzi's children followed behind the emperor, and Bangzi leaned against the door, watching his godfather sitting in the room, lighting up the wick, blowing off the fire, quietly lost in thought.

He was only wearing a very thin snow-white jacket, his long hair hung down his back like splashes of ink, one leg was on the stool, barefoot, his eyes were slightly squinted, looking at the jumping lights.

"Go...godfather..."

Dongzi didn't look at him, just said: "Drink water in the courtyard."

"I don't want to drink water..." Bangzi whispered.

Dongzi glanced at him, "Anything to say?"

Clapper nodded awkwardly, glanced outside the door, and asked in a low voice, "Can I come up and talk?"

Dongzi nodded invisibly, Bangzi closed the door carefully as if he was relieved, and sat opposite Dongzi, it seemed extremely difficult to speak, and after a long while he asked: "There has been a lot of trouble in the palace recently, did your godfather hear what you said?"

Dongzi's eyes were blank, and he was a little dazed.

"What?"

"It's just...that's what the people gossip about...I know, godfather is definitely not that kind of person." An anxious look appeared on Bangzi's face, "Godfather, don't let the rumor-mongers go easily, so If they are cheap, the rumors will only intensify in the future." He licked his lips and was about to speak again.

Dongzi poured him a cup of tea.

Bangzi was stunned for a moment, and said with a sarcastic smile, "I really didn't come to beg for water..."

"What did you pass on?" Dongzi's eyes were sharp, like a falcon, reminding Clapper of the Kodan on Fang Shuwan's finger when he pushed the box of gold in front of him, which made the back of the neck feel chills.

"They spread too badly, I dare not say..."

Dongzi stood up suddenly, with his black hair lining his thin snow-white jacket, he opened the window a little, and the strong wind swept away the stuffy heat in the room, blowing away all the lingering ambiguous atmosphere.

"Godfather..." Bangzi yelled unwillingly, clenched his fists and clenched his teeth to force himself to say, "Those bastards all said that godfather bewitched the emperor and made him leave the concubines in the cold. If this goes on, Da Chu The royal family will cut off the dragon veins, how can it last for thousands of years, the godfather is a generation of courtiers, and should be cut to pieces."

Dongzi's back remained motionless.

"And the emperor is the emperor of the ages, who will be condemned by the historians of later generations."

Dongzi turned his head and face, and seeing those eyes, Bangzi immediately knelt down and bowed his head, kowtowed and said, "I didn't say that... Godfather, don't be angry... It's not Bangzi talking nonsense, most of the big Chu Jiangshan The son was snatched back by the godfather for that kid, if there is no godfather, where would the royal family of Chu come from..."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked the clapper backwards with a flying kick, knocking the table and chairs over.

Bangzi's eyes were red, he got up and knelt down in front of Dongzi, his head was bleeding on the ground, he held his eyes in a state of embarrassment and stabbed, desperately trying not to, and also wanted to earn the box of gold, roaring: "He The little emperor is ungrateful, and his godfather will beat me to death, but as long as I have a breath left, I dare to say this!"

Another kick.

Bangzi didn't have the strength to crawl back and collapsed on the ground.

After a long while, the cold wind made him stiff all over, and Dongzi's hand was handed before him, and Bangzi gritted his teeth and grabbed it.

Sitting on the stool trembling non-stop, Dongzi made hot tea and asked him to hold it before he was fixed on him. His tone was unprecedentedly gentle: "Don't say this again in the future."

Bangzi's mouth was full of blood, unwilling to do so, but he had no choice but to lower his head, tears dripping into the cup.

"No matter who tells you to say this, you must remember that she is harming you. I am not a few years older than you, so don't call me godfather in the future, and ruin your own life."

Ever since Dongzi exited from the lonely courtyard in embarrassment, Bangzi touched his face that was blue from being kicked, his eyes were full of hot tears.He bit his lip and stepped into the night.

Dongzi waited until the fourth watch, took a nap, and at five o'clock, when the emperor went to court, he stood beside the dragon chair with a whisk in his hand.His back was straight, and he looked intimidating. Even if he was just a courtier, even if he was an eunuch, he could not see a trace of wretchedness and humbleness.

Fang Jingrong, who was standing below, stepped out of the queue, but before he could speak, Fu Qiu threw a memorial in front of him.

"Fang Aiqing, I have read this paper and refuted it. I must not mention it again."

Fang Jingrong's feet froze, he picked up the memorial, and couldn't help saying, "I don't dare."

Laughter came from the side, Wei Kun snatched Fang Jingrong's notebook, casually opened it, and said in his mouth: "I don't know what Mr. Fang wrote, which angered the emperor. I should read it, so as not to be unaware in the future." stepped on the real dragon's tail—"

For a moment, Fu Qiu stood up fidgeting, and said angrily: "The marshal's move is presumptuous—"

"Oh? In the harem, there are such monsters, why doesn't the right minister know about it?" Wei Kun smiled slyly, and handed the folder to Yuan Guangping.

Yuan Guangping didn't read it, closed the memorial, and said solemnly: "Unless the emperor approves, I dare not read it without permission."

"I'm afraid it's the Right Prime Minister's connivance and protection of weaknesses that encourage the evil spirit in the imperial court." Wei Kun shook his head and sighed, patted the trembling Fang Jingrong, shook his head and sighed: "Master Fang, think about it."