Heartthrob collapsed today 2

Su Hu watched the backs of the two people walking into the tent, and the big rock that he had been hanging in his heart finally fell down after the curtain of the tent was lowered.

Jizhou City was temporarily saved.

Although Jizhou City has been forcibly divided into Chaoge's territory, and they have to provide a lot of financial resources and resources every year, he knows the truth of the law of the jungle. Without allies, if they are at this stage with Chaoge's army To fight head-on is undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg.

Although the current situation is not conducive to the long-term development of Jizhou, it can avoid a military encounter, and the people will not be implicated in the flames of war. Jizhou City is free from the death and blood of displaced people. To Su Hu, it is also a blessing. comfort.

I hope this Daji can get the real favor of the king.

Su Hu sighed lightly.

He is already an incompetent father, and he can no longer be a selfish prince who does not think about the safety of the people in Jizhou.The loss of his beloved child made him very sad. Although he didn't know why this fox man who replaced Daji was willing to get along with King Shang, Su Hu didn't believe the so-called saying that Daji came to repay his kindness because he saved his people. .

But even if he didn't believe it, he didn't change.

He has to accept the fact.

And he also needs a Daji to meet King Shang.

Before that, he even doubted more than once whether the deep sleep of Daji's consciousness was related to the other party, but in the short conversation with the other party afterwards, he denied the speculation in his heart.

If the other party likes Daji's face, but his beauty is far greater than Daji's, if he needs a human body, it doesn't take so much trouble to see his cultivation.

What's more, such a man is a naturally noble and proud existence, he never hides, and boldly reveals his own character.

He should have other purposes in his heart, but Su Hu can feel that the other party's purpose has nothing to do with him, and has nothing to do with Jizhou City.

It is precisely because of this that Su Hu chose to acquiesce.

Acquiescing to the once his favorite child to become a Daji who has nothing to do with him.

Left and right are just asking for something.

Su Hu withdrew his gaze, restrained the complex emotions on his face, and led the servants into another tent for resting with the accompanying servants.

In the entire army camp, after Fu Zhenhong was carried all the way into the tent by Di Xin, rumors about Su Daji's beauty had spread among the soldiers and generals.

It is said that this Daji's appearance is superb, even more deceptive than the Nine Heavens Fairy, evil and demon, just a light smile can seduce people's souls away.

It is also said that when the king brought Daji to the camp, the attendant in charge of leading the horse saw this beauty at close range, and was immediately shocked, blushing and froze in place, as if he had lost his mind.

It wasn't until he was glanced at by the king that he suddenly came back to his senses, but the state of the whole person was already out of his mind.

"This is too exaggerated! Is there really someone who can be more beautiful than the immortals in the sky?" Some people don't believe it, "If you ask me, Empress Nuwa is the most moving. Otherwise, how can the king write poems and odes?"

As soon as this person finished speaking, another person beside him immediately retorted: "Wang San'er, no wonder you have been working for so many years, but now you are just a logistics sweeper."

The person who spoke was Pan Sheng, a very shrewd little team leader. He rolled his eyes at Wang San on the right, put his lips next to Wang San's ear, raised his hand to cover it, and used a voice that only the two of them could hear. He said in a very low voice: "Your Majesty, it's because he admires Empress Nuwa's beauty. His poem undoubtedly regards Empress Nuwa as a fireworks girl. Our king doesn't believe in gods, so he clearly despises divine power on purpose."

Wang San was surprised when he heard it: "There is such a meaning." He patted his thigh suddenly, and sighed: "So, Daji is more charming than Empress Nuwa?"

"Your logic is really weird." Pan Sheng couldn't figure out how this Wang San suddenly connected Empress Nuwa and Daji.

"Why is it so weird?" Wang San tried to explain: "You see, the king doesn't like Empress Nuwa, but he personally picked up Daji, carried Daji off the horse, and went straight to the tent where he was resting. ?”

When Pan Sheng heard the words, he felt that there was some truth, but he still said: "But I heard that Daji was injured, so the king carried him straight to the tent. Presumably, he was preparing to apply medicine."

Wang San waved his hand and said, "Let's stop guessing, after all, it's wrong to talk too much."

Pan Sheng nodded: "That's right."

Here, the topic about Daji is over, but on the other side, in Di Xin's tent, Fu Zhenhong was carried all the way to the soft bed by the king.

Fu Zhenhong was half lying on the soft cushion covered with animal skins. After Di Xin sat down on the other end of the slump, he naturally put Fu Zhenhong's feet on his lap.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, just looked at Di Xin, and let him take off his shoes and stockings.

Soon, Fu Zhenhong's exquisite jade feet were exposed.

His feet are fair, the right size, the skin is smooth and delicate, and the arc of the thin instep is very beautiful.

It makes people want to hold it in their hands and play with it carefully.

And Di Xin did exactly that. He rubbed his rough fingertips on Fu Zhenhong's instep, and slowly moved to his toes along the smooth and graceful arc.

Because of Di Xin's movements, Fu Zhenhong's toes moved physiologically. Seeing this, Di Xin's eyes paused slightly, and a dark look grew deep in his heart.Such a pair of beautiful and flawless feet, I don't know if the owner's small toes will curl up unbearably when he is loved by him.

Thinking of this, Di Xin couldn't help but intensify his caressing thoughts in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong asked him: "Is Your Majesty going to give me medicine?"

"Yes." Di Xin answered naturally.

Fu Zhenhong joked: "But if your majesty doesn't apply any plaster, how can it be regarded as medicine?"

Hearing this, Di Xin raised his eyebrows, put down Fu Zhenhong's feet, and took out a small black medicine bottle from the desk next to him.

The transparent ointment was squeezed out by Di Xin from the small bottle. He dipped the medicine on his fingertips, and gently applied it on Fu Zhenhong's slightly swollen heel.

His method of smearing is very unfamiliar, obviously he rarely does this kind of thing that doctors or servants would do, but even though he is not skilled in his movements, he puts his energy very lightly, so light that it can almost be said to be To the point of being wary.

Di Xin didn't forget when he was on the horse's back, he just stroked the back of the man's hand a few more times with his fingers, and a dazzling red appeared on the delicate skin.

Although Di Xin really wanted to make more marks on this person's delicate skin, and wanted to hear a pleasant moan from this person's mouth, but that was definitely not now, definitely not when the medicine was applied, but in a It is more suitable for a more colorful environment.

Fu Zhenhong saw the changes in Di Xin's expression keenly. At this moment, the supreme ruler of Chaoge City does not have the airs of a king at all, let alone the extreme violence and cruelty in the rumors. At least for now, Fu Zhenhong Zhenhong didn't feel any negative emotions from him.

This king is surprisingly patient with the things he loves and loves.He lowered his dark eyes, and there was no oppressive sharpness in his eyes, but he was applying the medicine very seriously.

The transparent plaster slowly melted into Fu Zhenhong's skin from his fingertips. It was not sticky, but cool and refreshing.

Fu Zhenhong had a new understanding of Di Xin, the last monarch of the Shang Dynasty, known as King Zhou.

Zhou itself is a bad synonym.

It was difficult for Fu Zhenhong to connect the current king who was concentrating on administering medicine to him with the historical King Zhou.

In history, Di Xin had a violent and reckless personality, obscene and senseless, and a burly appearance.But in fact, the Di Xin in front of him has nothing to do with the former or the latter.

A person's personality is more or less closely related to his hair. Di Xin's hair is very thick, black and hard. Such a person has a stubborn personality, willful and unruly, and has a straight temper. However, once he really falls in love with someone, he will be devoted guard.

As for appearance, Di Xin's appearance is not inferior to Bo Yi Kao, who is known as a handsome man. His facial features are very mellow, masculine and handsome.

Although Fu Zhenhong is a senior strategist, he will not be passive and slack in the strategy of the world's chosen one just because the opponent's appearance is not satisfactory, but it is better to have a pleasing appearance.

"Daji, are you still satisfied with the appearance of the lonely king?" Di Xin said suddenly, his handsome sword eyebrows slightly raised, and there was a little teasing and fun in his low voice.

Fu Zhenhong stared at Di Xin without any concealment, so it was not surprising that Di Xin made a sound.

"Satisfied." Fu Zhenhong replied directly, two short words, crisp and neat, without so many literary words, and no pretense of politeness.

When Di Xin heard the words, his mood was visibly cheerful, because of Daji's outspoken and frank personality who was not afraid of him, and also because of the affirmative answer to his appearance in those words.

Di Xin himself didn't care about his appearance, but after hearing what Daji said, for the first time, he felt that having an appearance that satisfied Daji was not bad.

This feeling is very subtle to Di Xin.

"I am also satisfied." Di Xin also said.

Fu Zhenhong asked him, "What are you satisfied with?"

Di Xin smiled: "Of course it is Daji who is satisfied with the lonely king."

Daji and the lonely king's Daji, the difference between the three words, the meanings behind them are quite different.

After he finished speaking, the hand that had applied the medicine slowly moved up along the instep of Fu Zhenhong's instep, moving up lightly and slowly, and finally rubbed Fu Zhenhong's ankle for a while, rubbing the somewhat rough The fingers moved into the trousers, like a predatory beast, and began to touch tentatively.

"My lord, cool." Fu Zhenhong shrank her feet.

Di Xin stopped the movements of his hands: "The lonely king will warm you up."

Fu Zhenhong said, "Okay."

Di Xin immediately wrapped Fu Zhenhong's jade feet with his wide and warm hands, and the heat from his palms instantly drove away the coolness.

But Fu Zhenhong shook her head, and said softly, "It's not enough."

"Huh?" Di Xin looked at him.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips curled up, and she looked at Di Xin's chest: "Would the king's chest be warmer?"