High energy eunuch

After a brief moment of excitement, Yuan Xinpei regained his composure. He raised his face, grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands, looked at Jiang Song indifferently, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will not enter the palace."

Jiang Song opened his mouth, speechless and said: "I haven't planned to mention this yet... You should wait until I mention it before refusing..."

"I want to go back."

"Hey..." Jiang Song cried out helplessly.

"Leave early tomorrow morning, I will hire a car to leave the capital, don't worry about it." Seeing Jiang Song's lips move, Yuan Xinpei interrupted him, "Don't waste your words, I can't hear what you said." In fact, it wasn't He couldn't hear at all, his expression was cold, and his eyes were full of alienation.

Jiang Song had no choice but to wait for the doctor to come. Yuan Xinpei still resisted very much, but at least he let the doctor see it.He didn't even eat dinner, and closed the door firmly.

Jiang Song and his wives and concubines had just had dinner, and they asked someone to save a food box, and the servants came to report: "There is no movement in Mr. Yuan's room, he must have rested."

Jiang Song glanced at his son, and pouted: "Go, I'd like to persuade your master to eat a little, and you can't do anything if you don't eat."

Jiang Qiuming complied, and was about to go out when Jiang Song told him, "If he's in a bad mood, tell him some jokes."

Jiang Qiuming replied loudly: "Yes!" and ran out the door in a short while.

That night, Grand Tutor Xue Yuanshu went to the palace and reported to the emperor: "I have visited a hermit. This person has never entered the world and lives in seclusion on Bailing Mountain. Recently, someone picked up stones to go to the mountain to build a road. He found this person and learned from the teacher of the late emperor." , must be the prince's teacher." At that time, the emperor had just rested for a long time, and with his sore forehead, Fu Qiu looked worried, "The grand master entered the palace in the middle of the night, just for this?"

Xue Yuanshu bowed deeply: "A virtuous gentleman is always thirsty for a virtuous man."

Fu Qiu laid down the notes in his hands, and looked up at Xue Yuanshu in the stacked folders. He had been in the top position for many years, and his prestige radiated from Fu Qiu's eyebrows.

Xue Yuanshu still didn't give an inch, but he just lowered his face and sent soldiers to cover the water and earth, contentedly.

In the end, the emperor gave in. After all, confronting Xue Yuanshu on such a trivial matter could neither alleviate the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart for many years, nor could he teach that person to return to his side. A harmless compromise has nothing to do with the emperor.

"What is your name?"

"Meng Qiyang."

So only three days later, Xue Yuanshu asked Qi Tian, ​​who was in charge of fortune telling, to calculate a good time. The Emperor Youshi had dinner and was not in Chengyuan Hall after that, but saw this highly respected hermit with a famous teacher in Nuan Pavilion.

Fu Qiu's taller and taller body was covered by the stone-blue dragon's wide-sleeved robe, and in the huge palace, everyone bowed and bowed as he stood.

Outside the window is the bright red sunset, hidden behind the towering palace.

Fu Qiu turned around, joking with the Grand Tutor in a rare mood: "Do I still want to smoke some incense and see this Meng again..."

"Meng Qiyang." Xue Yuanshu bowed respectfully with his sleeves rolled up.

"What about others?" Fu Qiu lowered his arms, his shoulders were broad and upright, and the gold and jade hooks held his narrow waist like a firm lock.

"Already waiting." Xue Yuanshu said.

"Maybe let him wait a little longer. With such great powers, he doesn't know when is the right time?" Fu Qiu didn't believe Xue Yuanshu's words at all. Find a place in the dunya.

Fu Qiu has seen this kind of person a lot over the years. Who doesn't know that today's saints are thirsty for talents, but they don't know that they are all messed up by Xue Yuanshu.

When Fu Qiu saw this Magi Meng in the Nuan Pavilion, his eyes narrowed slightly. It was a truly wonderful face.

It was shockingly ordinary, with eyebrows that were neither thick nor light, eyes that were neither big nor small, skin that was neither white nor dark, lips that were neither red nor white.Only the nose is well-grown, tall and straight, and it suddenly appears as a strange and beautiful mountain on the unattractive plain.

Even so, a nose alone can't save that unremarkable appearance.

"Mr. Meng."

The so-called expert was startled immediately, shrugging his shoulders, for a moment, he didn't even dare to turn his face to see Tianwei, so he supported his body with his hands and knelt down on the ground.

Only then did Fu Qiu notice that Meng Qiyang's legs were faulty. Although Xue Yuanshu had told him about this, Meng Qiyang fell to the ground, his shoulders were stiff and trembling with uncontrollable fear or bewilderment, it still made the emperor's heart ache. Very unpleasant.

He knew that these years he was becoming less and less handsome than when he was a teenager, but he didn't know that it was so scary.

"Sir, please stand up, come here, and give me a seat." The emperor ordered pretending to be relaxed, stroking his unshaven chin with one hand.

The silent layman thanked him, was helped up by two eunuchs, one on the left and one on the right, and sat back in the wheelchair.

On the way of being a king, Fu Qiu didn't have anything to ask, but just pretended to ask Meng Qiyang questions, while paying attention to his reaction, the man never looked at him again.The emperor wondered secretly, and after a while, he ordered someone to bring some snacks, and then asked someone to clean up a small table and put it on the couch.

"Mr. Meng's insight is really good. So we still don't have enough talented people in our hands. We can use Enke's selection method as the norm. Everyone in the court can be a pillar, so you don't have to worry about everything." Fu Qiu After a pause, he said with a smile: "I understand why Tai Fu Feizuo asked me to see Mr., presumably he wants to live a peaceful life for a few days, and thinks I'm annoying him."

Originally, Xue Yuanshu had intervened a lot in the court since Yuan Xinpei disappeared. If he said that he wanted to sue his old man and return to his hometown, he would not believe it. Xue Yuanshu sold his life to the late emperor, so far there is no doubt about it.He is a sharp sword that cuts hands, but it is also an arm when used well.

"I have a mess here. I want to ask you to take a look at it for me. If you can solve this situation, I will make Mr. Xu a second-rank official."

Meng Qiyang refused almost immediately, and quickly waved his hands, but no one dared to disobey the emperor's order. Soon two eunuchs lifted him onto his knees, and his legs were controlled to be crossed.

Fu Qiu noticed that Meng Qiyang pressed his hands on his knees and tried to relax, but he couldn't help but clasped his ten fingers, which were rough and turned faintly white.At first glance, those hands don't look like scribes who don't work hard and don't distinguish between grain and grain. They are strong but dry and rough.

Until Fu Qiu saw a white mark on his middle finger.

The emperor's gaze became meaningful. There was a smile in the corners of his mouth and eyes. He pulled his sleeves and passed the chessboard with one hand. In the short time, as long as I can solve this situation, besides the official position, I will give you a big reward."

Meng Qiyang had no choice but to bow his hands in salute, because the humiliation of being cross-legged was a little less.

The emperor stepped out of the door with his front foot, kicked his back foot on an innocent boulder under the corridor, and curled up with his toes hurting into his boots.

"Where is Taifu Xue now?" Fu Qiu asked the servant in a deep voice.

"I have left the palace."

It was getting late, it was a dull night, the sky seemed to be weighed down by a thousand tons of iron.Fu Qiu tore the collar of the dragon robe a bit, his heart was beating violently and his throat was dry, so he called a court lady over and told: "Bring some Yuquan wine over here."

The court lady agreed.

Fu Qiufu stopped the maid who was about to go away again, his eyes wandered, and suddenly looked at the dark treetops, through the treetops, the sky was heavy and he couldn't see clearly.

There was a dragon in his heart slowly raising its head, and an unspeakable hotness in his chest prompted him to give an order that made the maid puzzled: "Is there any such wine?"

"What does the emperor mean?"

"The wine given to concubines when they are fortunate in the harem."

The palace maid took a peek at the emperor's face, and saw that he was serious and solemn, and hurriedly lowered her head and replied, "Yes."

"Well, it's thicker with Yuquan." Fu Qiu glanced at her.

Until the emperor left, the court ladies didn't dare to look at him more, and didn't even dare to mutter a few words in their hearts. After all, in the past ten years, the emperor is no longer that little emperor. He holds the fate of everyone in the world in his hands.

Fu Qiu stepped into the dark room of the Nuan Pavilion, and pressed his face against a small window specially set aside on the wall of the dark room. He said it was a window, but it was just a small hole, which could only accommodate one eye.

There is a stick of incense in the bronze incense tripod with the beast's head turned up on both sides, with a lingering incense stick winding out from the top.

Meng Qiyang held a white chess piece with the middle finger of his right hand, and was thinking hard with his head down.

In the end it was him, since it was him, why didn't he show his true face to others, why did he become like this again, no wonder his nose is like that, after all even wearing a human skin mask, the shape of the nose can't be changed.

At this moment, Meng Qiyang has lost his son three more times.

The emperor's face turned red and pale for a while, and his heart had recovered from the numb feeling when he first discovered the secret in the man's fingers.

The cigarettes dispersed, Fu Qiu looked indifferent, stepped into the room towards the boots, and changed into a royal blue cocoon straight gown, Longwei retreated, leisurely and leisurely.

"I heard from Grand Tutor Xue that Mr. Meng's chess skills are exquisite. I wonder if he can solve this game?"

"It's so understandable." Meng Qiyang still didn't look up at him.

There was an unspeakable feeling in Fu Qiu's heart, his eyes were hovering over Meng Qiyang's knees, when he glanced at him suddenly, he felt very uncomfortable, touched his nose, sat on the mat, and poked his head to look.

At this time, the court lady is holding two large spring vases on a lacquer plate, and the blue and white flowers are scattered on each body.

Meng Qiyang gave Fu Qiu a strange look, this was the first time he looked at him seriously since Fu Qiu entered the Nuan Pavilion.

It is clear that there are still such deep eyes, even though they are hidden under the clever disguise, the brows are not as prominent as before, but the color of the eyeballs has not changed, and they look alienated when looking at people.

"It's actually like this..." By watching the chess, Fu Qiu leaned towards Meng Qiyang, and took Meng Qiyang's hand with one hand.

"..." Meng Qiyang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, but lowered his eyebrows.

"Sir, you are very good at chess, but I never thought that such a man who took the lead in breaking the siege would break through the siege of the city." Fu Qiu's strong fingers pressed against Meng Qiyang's fingers, and he picked up a piece with his hand, landed on the other corner, and lowered his head. Said: "So what?"

The maid put down the spring bottle and went out, but her face was flushed when she went out.In such a situation, it was as if the emperor was molesting the new Magi.

First, he caught Meng Qiyang's hand and played a game of chess. At first, Meng Qiyang struggled endlessly, but he didn't seem to dare to disobey orders.

Fu Qiu squinted, leaning into his ear and speaking softly, while paying attention to his reaction, he saw that his ears were flushed, and even his fair and straight neck had an ambiguous crimson color.There was a small puddle of sweat nestled in the dimple of the neck, illuminated by the light, dangling in Fu Qiu's eyes.

"The grassroots are reckless." Meng Qiyang won, and immediately broke free from Fu Qiu's grasp.He didn't even notice that there was no one in the house.

Fu Qiu picked up a spring bottle and handed it to Meng Qiyang, and said with a smile: "Mr. won, I should respect Mr.'s wine, and I must not refuse."

Meng Qiyang's eyes struggled, and he drank it in one gulp.He seemed defenseless, between the top and bottom of his Adam's apple, the corners of Fu Qiu's mouth curved more happily.

"I've been suffering from wind and cold these days, so it's not suitable to drink alcohol. My servants are negligent, so I should prepare more and drink them all together." Fu Qiu said.

Meng Qiyang glanced at him, and Fu Qiuxin raised his throat. He didn't notice that his voice was trembling, so he grabbed Meng Qiyang's hand and made him hold the bottom of the bottle with one hand.

"I've heard that in ancient times, virtuous rulers asked for virtuous men, and talked with them at night by candlelight. Today, I will learn from the ancients and become a virtuous ruler. What does the virtuous man think?"

Meng Qiyang's face didn't even turn red, but the blush on his neck became more and more tender, and his colorless lips also turned red.

"The emperor is rich all over the world, and now the world is at peace, and the barbarians will all submit. There is no need to learn from these useless bastards." Meng Qiyang pressed his lapel with one hand in his hoarse voice with dampness.

Putting his lips against Meng Qiyang's ears, Fu Qiu asked in a seductive low voice, "Does the Magi feel hot?"

"..."

Even if Meng Qiyang was a brain-burnt idiot, he could hear Fu Qiu's tone of teasing and teasing, and he watched his coronet being untied.

"You..." Meng Qiyang stepped back suddenly, his unconscious legs were tired and unable to retreat to the imaginary safe position.

And Fu Qiu, like a beast that finally caught its prey, grabbed Meng Qiyang's hand, gently rubbed his lips with his lips, and stayed on the white mark of the middle finger.

"It's such a coincidence that I also wear a ring. I don't know, it's different from the one worn by the wise man. Would the wise man be willing to show it to me?"

Meng Qiyang's whole body froze, and he didn't know what expression was on his masked face, but he made a sudden move and threw Fu Qiu to the ground.

Fu Qiu hit the back of his head on the ground, grinning his teeth in pain, then violently rose again in an instant, like a giant beast, holding Meng Qiyang down, grabbing his ankles, flattening the whole man under his body.

Meng Qiyang's high-quality scholar's robe was extremely messy, he stared at Fu Qiu, his wary and unfamiliar eyes made Fu Qiu's heart tremble, the trembling made his hands tremble and his face twisted.Fu Qiu's eyes were red, like a long-lost animal, rubbing against Meng Qiyang's neck.

Meng Qiyang's whole body was burning hot, and his neck seemed to be burning. After being rubbed by Fu Qiu, he couldn't help sighing, and bit his lips tightly.

"Why don't you come back? For so many years, how determined you are, how can you bear it." Fu Qiu trembled his lips, unable to figure out this joint, while Meng Qiyang just jumped up and down, repeatedly throwing his head on the couch Struggling to make a muffled sound.The table rolled to the ground with the chessboard.

Fu Qiu straightened up immediately, and shouted outside: "You are not allowed to come in!"

Fu Qiu pressed Meng Qiyang down, put his head against his head, and stared at him with stern eyes. He stroked his face tenderly with one hand, and slid it behind the ear along the featureless jaw line. Rub it on Meng Qiyang's skin.Finally, Fu Qiu's pupils constricted, and the strangeness he felt with his fingers made his eyes ignite with crazy hope.

Meng Qiyang's waist suddenly jumped up, with such strength that he almost knocked Fu Qiu to the ground.

Fu Qiu was already prepared, he clamped Meng Qiyang's waist with his legs, bent one leg to touch Meng Qiyang's softest abdomen, and opened the mask a little with his fingers.

He put his lips against Meng Qiyang's forehead, landed on his eyes, and turned to his lips. He kissed his long-lost lover and whispered in his ear: "Don't run away, don't run away anymore. I'm on my horse I almost went crazy, do you want to watch me become a lunatic? What good does it do you if I go crazy? Don't move, don't move. "

The tearing sound sounded slowly, almost like tearing Meng Qiyang's heart. He clearly felt like the moment his leg was crushed by a boulder. The crushing pain made him so uncomfortable that he wanted to bend his body. This simple movement For him now, it is too difficult.

"Fu Qiu..."

The moment the voice sounded, Fu Qiu stopped moving, and just torn a corner of the mask, he looked tolerantly at Meng Qiyang with some understanding eyes, "What do you want to tell me?" Unconsciously, He even changed his name.

"I am Meng Qiyang now, a hermit who is about to leave the mountain. After winning this game of chess, I will stay by your side and become a famous minister of a generation. I will serve you loyally for the rest of my life. I will not leave you."

Fu Qiu was taken aback, his eyes confused.Until the corners of his mouth curled up, fingers hard.

Yuan Xinpei heard his voice. He thought that after more than ten years of separation, the emperor had gotten used to being a high-ranking monarch, but unexpectedly heard the willful words that only the young man who escaped from the court would say——

"I don't believe you."

After a pause, sweat oozes from Fu Qiu's forehead, and he pressed Meng Qiyang's shoulder to prevent him from struggling.The two were almost fighting hand to hand, Fu Qiu couldn't help rubbing Meng Qiyang's thigh with his thigh, he could feel that under the effect of the medicine, Yuan Xinpei was hardened unavoidably.

"Let me see your face, let me see, it's different from the one in my dream, and let me know that you haven't changed. How long have I been looking for you, do you know that I have avoided the people sent by Xue Yuanshu? The news is all trash. Why are you hiding, you are not allowed to hide!"

He slapped Meng Qiyang on the face of Meng Qiyang who kept shaking his head, and then Fu Qiu hugged his head in distress, his body trembled more than Meng Qiyang.

"Dongzi."

Meng Qiyang suddenly stopped moving, like a deer that was aimed by a shotgun, staring at Fu Qiu with dying eyes.

Fu Qiu gritted his teeth, stuck to the torn mask, and tore it off quickly and accurately.