Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin yelled this on purpose, Lin Fuheng's face darkened almost instantly, and then his ears were twisted, Lin Fuheng twisted him, and his hands were not light.

"You are quite good at learning, if you tell you to call, you will call?"

"You didn't say it yourself," Lin Sijin was in pain from being pulled, and his ears were red from being pulled, "It hurts, hurts, let go."

Lin Fuheng let go of him, eyes fell on his face, pinched his face and looked left and right, he glared at Lin Fuheng unhappily.

"It's only half a month old." Lin Fuheng squinted his eyes and let go of him, "I've never heard of a sick man being so masculine before."

Fuheng's hand was strong, Lin Sijin touched his face, he sat a little far away from Fuheng.

"He took the initiative?" Lin Fuheng asked.

Lin Sijin pretended not to understand what Lin Fuheng was saying. He opened the curtain and found twinkling silver butterflies flying around the carriage. His eyes fell on those silver butterflies and scarlet butterflies. He stretched out his fingertips, and the butterflies rested on his Fingertips, with a hint of intimacy.

"Not speaking is the default."

"Nope," Lin Sijin replied after hearing the words, "I have nothing with His Highness."

"Even if there is, it doesn't matter what you do. I hate other people controlling me. You'd better not make me hate you."

Lin Fuheng snorted, thinking that he didn't care whether he was hated or not, met the young man's eyes, the other's eyes were firm, his demeanor was a bit cold, with a little warning and threat.

Lin Fuheng: "..." At this time, it really looks like him.

Like he is sometimes overbearing and unreasonable.

"You see that he is good-looking. He is really good-looking." Lin Fuheng had nothing to say to Murong Fei. That face was really good. Apart from his face, he also had a talent for strategy. Unfortunately, he was born with an illness. There is no place to display it at all.

"Have you heard about his fate? He will live for two or three years at most. Anyone who is close to him is doomed to be a widow. Do you want to be a widow?"

Lin Sijin didn't want to talk to Fuheng, there was dim sum tea for Fuheng on the table, he pinched a piece of dim sum to feed to Lingdie, Lingdie surrounded him and stayed on his shoulder.

"The horoscope has not been written yet, what are you asserting?" Lin Sijin put them back after feeding the spirit butterflies. He didn't want to mention this matter, and said the business.

"Didn't you say that I belong to His Highness, why did you let me go back now?"

Lin Fuheng looked at the dim sum on the table, the young man was dishonest and unruly, he arranged the dim sum in various shapes, no one would dare to do this in front of him on weekdays.

But what was in front of him was his own reincarnation, he would be responsible for half of the mistakes, Lin Fuheng felt a headache for the first time.

"I asked someone to settle the secret, you are my reincarnation, I can't leave you alone."

Lin Sijin was not too surprised by this answer, it was only normal that he had a relationship with Lin Fuheng.

"You will follow me in the future, and you will implicate me if you have something to do. From tomorrow onwards, you will go to the military camp with me."

"Go to the barracks? Then can I see His Highness?"

Lin Sijin was a little excited at first, but soon withered away. She had to get up early, so tired.

I still like to stay by the side of the little highness, the little highness will spoil him very much.

Lin Fuheng gave him a look, let him experience it for himself.

The carriage drove very fast, and arrived at the General's Mansion in a short while. Lin Fuheng led him all the way to the main hall, and said to him, "I will arrange a place for you later, you can't leave the mansion at will, you need to tell me when you leave the mansion."

"And..." Lin Fuheng took out a mask from the black box. The mask could cover the entire face. It was a mask of the ghost king, and it looked very scary.

"In the future, when you leave the mansion, you have to show others with a mask, and you can't show that face."

Lin Sijin was not happy, he didn't take the mask, and said with his hands in his hands, "This mask is not good-looking, can you change it, I want to choose it myself."

He could understand that Fuheng asked him to show others with a mask, only familiar people could tell the two of them apart, if he showed this face to others, everyone would probably think he was Lin Fuheng.

Fu Heng was expressionless, Lin Sijin stood where he was, and saw that there were pens, ink and paper beside him, he went over and drew a picture, which was much simpler.

"Make one like this, I won't go out for a few days."

Lin Sijin drew a snow-white mask with slightly curved eyes, only the corners of which were dotted with brocade flowers.

He handed the paper to Lin Fuheng, Lin Fuheng had a stinky face, he stuffed the paper into Lin Fuheng's arms, and said, "Don't paint the brocade flowers on it, it's about the same color as the mask."

"One is silver and the other is white."

Lin Fuheng thought it was troublesome, but still called someone over and handed over the paper.The little trash Dim Sum surrounded him, chattering non-stop.

"Arrange a place for me, where do I live?"

Lin Fuheng: "The side hall."

"I can't go out of the house at will, even if I wear a mask?" Lin Sijin followed Fuheng, and Fuheng went to the study. The guards at the door were all guards. These guards were tall and well-born. The pattern of the long sword pulling the moon.

"No."

Lin Sijin looked at the guard too much, and met Fu Heng's gaze in front of him. Fu Heng glanced at the silver bracelet on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

When he looked at Lin Fuheng, he inexplicably felt that his back was hairy, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Why are there patterns of long swords drawing the moon on their robes?" Lin Sijin had nothing to say.

"Because they are beheading envoys."

"What is a beheading envoy?"

"The one who cuts off is the evil spirit."

With an "oh", Lin Sijin followed Fu Heng into the study.

There is a big difference between Fuheng's study and Murong Fei's study, which is equivalent to half an arsenal, with all kinds of weapons. On the table are piles of letters, which seem to be sent from various ethnic groups.

Lin Sijin opened one at random, meaning to ask Lin Fuheng to go to them, and opened another one, the same, seven or eight were opened, almost all of which promised Lin Fuheng all kinds of glory, wealth and power, and wanted him to go to the town. .

Fuheng was still discussing with his subordinates over there, paying attention to the snacks of the little trash from time to time, and found that he was opening his letter. He was opening the letter at first, and then went to look at the weapons on the wall, and touched the snacks again after a while.

"Fuheng, it seems very lively outside, can I go out and play?"

"No."

You just came back and wanted to go out in less than an hour?

"General What about the Feng family's children?"

Lin Fuheng didn't say the answer, but tapped on the table with his fingertips, "What did the Feng family say? Are you willing to let that child come to suffer?"

"Yes, they said, as long as you can follow the general, let the general handle it."

Lin Sijin stayed in Fuheng's study for a while, and was led by the guards to see his own small courtyard after a while.There are guards everywhere in the general's mansion, and his small courtyard is not far from where Fuheng lives.

He looked at the location, and it was very good, but if the location was too close to Fuheng, Fuheng might be able to know if he made any small moves.

"The young master is still satisfied. If not, the general has chosen other places for the young master."

How could he still accept his choice?Lin Sijin asked, "Where are the others?"

Then the guards took him to the hut.

Lin Sijin: "..." He thought that Fuheng had finally become a second person.

So he obediently went back with the guards, this was definitely Lin Fuheng's intention, so holding grudges, he saw that the general's mansion was full of men and there was no woman, no wonder.

There are few women who can bear Lin Fuheng's temper.

He slept in his small courtyard, and when he woke up, there was a circle of guards in the courtyard, and he quickly noticed the tricks.

The ones sent in the yard seemed to be carefully selected, all of them were handsome, and Yishui's long sword and moon robe looked very pleasing to the eye.

Seeing him, the guards all knelt on one knee.

"The general ordered us to serve the young master."

Lin Sijin looked at them one by one, and they were all really good-looking. Fuheng must have done it on purpose. He liked the little highness because he liked the little highness himself, not because the little highness was a man.

In addition to these guards, there is also a young man who looks similar to him in age. The young man looks indifferent and handsome, with deep eyebrows and eyes. He wears a sword at his waist and does not wear a moon robe with a long sword.

Lin Sijin looked over, "What are you here for?"

A few hours ago, Lin Fuheng and his subordinates were in the study.

"Let me take care of it?" Lin Fuheng tapped his fingertips on the table, remembering that little trash Dim Sum had been sneaking a look at the beautiful guard in his mansion just now, if he remembered correctly, the Feng family's child was born well.

It just so happens that the little waste dim sum lacks a follower, so it's better to let the Feng family's children go there.

"Send him to the young master's courtyard, let him follow the young master in the future, take good care of the young master, and report to me the whereabouts of the young master every day."

Lin Sijin didn't understand that there were so many people guarding his mansion. Although these guards were indeed very good-looking, how could he need so many people.

"Go and tell Fu Heng that I don't need so many people guarding me, you go back."

"We won't disturb the young master, we just guard the yard to protect the young master."

"I don't need protection," Lin Sijin looked at the stern young man aside, "You go back too, I don't need anyone to follow."

I just heard the name and didn’t remember it. It’s a bit difficult to remember what to offer. It was not easy for him to leave the mansion. With so many people guarding him, how could he sneak out to find His Royal Highness.

Feng Rugao's gaze rested on his face for a moment, and he replied, "As ordered by the general, the young master can discuss with the general."

It meant to let him tell Fuheng himself that Lin Sijin had really gone, and then he was kicked out and beaten up.

Fu Heng's temper was not very good in the first place, when Lin Sijin came back with injuries all over his body, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he felt wronged, and now he misses His Highness very much, if His Highness sees his injuries, he wonders if he will feel distressed.

It's a pity that there is no Young Highness in his yard, only Feng Rugao and a group of guards.

When Lin Sijin was in a bad mood, he didn't like anything. He didn't know much about it. He didn't know that the Feng family was a family of sword gods for three thousand generations. He only heard that Fu Heng said that they were sent to carry shoes for him.

According to his understanding, it was a maid sent to him.

Lin Sijin rubbed his cheek while sniffing his nose, half of his cheek was hurting, and he was not happy when he found that the servant girl was looking at him.

He thought in his heart that sooner or later he would defeat Fuheng, and then Fuheng would have to listen to him in everything.

He was unhappy with Feng Rugao and said: "What are you doing in a daze, didn't you see that I have no hands now... help... help me get the medicine."

Feng Rugao watched the young man come back and cried for a long time, obviously he had the same appearance, but this young man did not have Lin Fuheng's aura at all, he could not be wronged even with a slight injury, he hated such a delicate and pretentious young man most of the day.

He didn't show the slightest expression, took the medicine, and put the wound medicine on the table. The young man pushed his sleeves, and there was a silver bracelet on his white wrist. The skin on his wrist was worn out. The young man stretched out his wrist in front of him. .

Feng Rugao frowned slightly, remembering Lin Fuheng's advice, he took the medicine and found a wooden stick to smear on it.

His hands are for sword practice, and he has never applied medicine to anyone, so he didn't know the severity of his strikes, as soon as he poked them, the boy let out a cry.

"Do you know how?"

His voice was slightly soft, and his eyes were red with pain, staring at him unhappily.

Feng Rugao put down the wooden stick.

"I don't even know how to apply medicine, what do you do with me?" Lin Sijin muttered unhappily, he applied the medicine himself, and then took off his coat.

This was the first day he lived in the small courtyard, and Feng Rugao who followed him kept a cold face, and he was not unhappy yet, so he asked Feng Rugao to serve him some snacks, read the scriptures to him, and finally Ask Feng Rugao to bring him a basin of water.

On the first day Feng Rugao came to the General's Mansion, he was always ordered by the boy, helping him apply medicine, serving snacks, reading scripts, and serving water for washing his feet.

Even before leaving, the boy accidentally slipped and fell after washing, and the water splashed all over his face.

Lin Sijin watched the young man's stern face wet with water. He really didn't mean it. At this moment, he felt a little embarrassed and handed over a handkerchief.

His voice was a little lower, with a little concern.

"Are you okay...why didn't you just look at it?"

Water drops trembled on Feng Rugao's eyelashes, and a lamb was sewn on the handkerchief he handed over. His eyes were as dark as ink, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him.

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