[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

Marco decided he had had enough.

Qidu's death made him feel for the first time how contemptible their lives, including his own, are.No matter what achievements you have made, there will always be some people who can take your life and everything for no reason.Even if the courtier who has bowed to the imperial court all his life is like this, how can he be a foreigner with no relatives in the capital?

And the prince's occasional visits made him feel even more annoying. He began to try every means to refuse, and when he couldn't refuse, his cold reception turned into ignorance in this incident.

That is when you don't exist.He attended the court meeting with him normally, and had no intention of avoiding being in the same room with someone.He has a calm demeanor, and his eyes will not stay on Zhen Jin for a second, even if the latter deliberately makes all kinds of exaggerated noises; if it wasn't for the Latin man turning a corner when the two met head-on, Zhen Jin would even I suspect that I have unintentionally practiced some kind of oriental magic that can be invisible and pass through walls.

Facts have proved that no matter how the prince tried to contact the other party, the other party just didn't buy it.The Latino was always as stable as Mount Tai, and he didn't even raise his eyelids, which made him so angry that he wanted to chop him with a sword, but he couldn't find any excuse.

After this situation lasted for half a month, Zhen Jin still couldn't hold back, and he finally managed to block the Latin in a narrow encounter.

"You just don't want to see me, do you?"

Gritting his teeth, he continued without waiting for an answer.

"I didn't do anything wrong, it was my father's order, I was just helping!"

"Remind me not to ask you for help in the future."

"you!"

The little prince's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pulled out his sword in an instant.

"Real gold!"

Suddenly there was an angry shout in his ear, and the prince turned his head to see Binyamba behind him.

The dark and muscular Mongolian man approached them with a scowling face, and spat the little prince with a single word.

"What's the matter with him? You need such a knife and gun?!"

"You ask him!"

The real gold eyebrows stood upright, and he suddenly pointed out, and the Latin man immediately lowered his head.

"It was my inappropriate words that offended His Highness..."

Binyamba looked at Zhenjin, then at him, suddenly grabbed Marco's shoulders, and gave the little prince a look.

"Ignore him, let's go."

Zhen Jin watched them go away helplessly, and suddenly knocked over the charcoal basin beside him with his sword, sparks flew all over and landed at his feet.

"I said, this is not an option for you."

Sitting side by side on the steps, Binyamba took a piece of cake and chewed it in his mouth while looking at the people next to him.

"give me sometime."

Marco lowered his head.

"My brother is usually a bit of a jerk, but he treats you differently, I can see it."

He stuffed another piece into his mouth, then put it away, and Marco looked up at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"I remember you didn't like to eat this before, you said it was sour and rotten."

"I'm addicted to eating and eating, oh don't look at it, I won't share it with you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, and the Latin man also stood up. Binyamba patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly approached him with a low voice.

"By the way, have you figured out what I told you last time?"

The eighth day of March is the day of the court meeting, and Kublai Khan sat on his bearskin throne. A few days ago, An Tong and others wrote a letter complaining that the current government is corrupt and the national power is declining, which makes him very troubled. The problem of increasing the number of people will also follow.Most of the people in Semu believe in Islam, and the court called for the construction of more mosques for prayer.

As soon as the words were finished, Zhangtai Tongzhi and Lin were the first to come out. This person was a high-ranking official in the court of Semuren, and he stood up and spoke loudly.

"Your Majesty manages a lot of things every day, depending on how hard you are. If you can always think about creating benefits for the people, you can achieve the rule of Yao and Shun, and build temples to worship Allah. It can not only show the civilization of our khanate, but also comfort the people of a city. Isn’t it a good thing to have the best of both worlds?”

"Based on the current situation, I don't think so."

But Zhenjin stood up, faced Khan and said:

"I recently visited the Western Regions. Wherever I went, I saw that there was no food in the prefectures and counties, and there was no food in Taicang for a year. Many places were flooded and droughted for years. People were displaced and starved to death. The tragedy was unbearable. If large-scale construction is carried out and the competition is high, it will inevitably lead to a lot of discussion in the government and the opposition, and the people's hearts will be more deviated."

After a pause, he said:

"Although the four directions are stable today, the government is still corrupt. The ministers bully the emperor, and the small ministers work together. The lives of the upper and lower are corrupt. The gentry and bureaucrats behave like this. How can they be clean and correct the social customs?"

…………

He was referring to Ahmed's generation. He knew that he was using his position to amass money. There were five hundred concubines in the mansion, and they hindered him from implementing Confucianism everywhere. He wanted to find a reason to get rid of him. Everyone spared no effort to insinuate at him.

However, Wen Sheng Khan pondered for a while, for a long time.

"Latin, what do you think?"

Zhen Jin immediately turned his head to look at Marco. The Latin man didn't expect to call him, so he had to stand up, thought for a while and said:

"I believe that since His Majesty succeeded to the throne, he has inherited the great cause of Genghis Khan's great virtues, made the people live in peace, and the population has increased greatly. The clan has a prosperous population, and there are many talents in the court. Conscientiously, Your Majesty's martial arts and martial arts cannot be denied, and palace buildings are even more indispensable, not to mention that Your Majesty's proposal to build temples to worship the gods is for the well-being of the people of the world, so why not do good deeds such as accumulating virtue?"

After speaking, he returned to his seat regardless of the prince's burning eyes.What he said made the Khan very happy, and he rewarded him immediately, and then assigned the task. The construction was handed over to the Ministry of Industry to take care of it. .

When Ma Ke San returned to his house, he saw Zhen Jin sitting inside.

He walked straight in as if he didn't see it, and when he was about to sit down, he felt a cold sharp weapon resting on his neck.

"I warned you before, if you dare to humiliate me in the hall again, I will definitely kill you."

The little prince's eyes were cold and his voice was low, but Marco just got up and lazily pushed the sword away.

"You are worrying too much. I am just expressing my opinion according to Khan's will, and I don't mean to humiliate you."

The implication is that I take care of your business.

The prince looked at him and suddenly said:

"Do you think we don't value you?"

The Latin man packed his things on his own, and smiled when he heard the sound.

"Anyway, it's useless for me to say anything, you just treat me as a slave."

Zhen Jin was obviously angry, his chest heaved violently, he never hid his emotions when facing Latin people, all the emotions were shown on his face, now he looked at him, his face couldn't hide it anger.

"Come here for me."

"No, I am loyal to the Great Khan, not your servant."

"The Khan's seat will be mine sooner or later, then everything will be mine, and you will be mine too."

Marco couldn't keep silent at this point, he couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head to look at him.

"What are foreigners in your eyes? You can fuck as much as you want? You still have the right to refuse customers!"

Zhen Jin looked at him without speaking, and suddenly took off his coat, Ma Ke couldn't help but subconsciously took a step back because he was going to attack him, but the little prince just came to him and looked up at him.

"Fuck me."

...?

There was a momentary short circuit in Marco's brain, and he looked down at the person standing in front of him.

"Fuck me, let you once."

The little prince said that his oriental blood made him a head shorter than the person in front of him, but he always looked up at him stubbornly, and his face under the candlelight had a kind of lovely stubbornness.

"...I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"Are you doing it or not?"

He suddenly raised his hand to remove the hairpin, and his thick black hair fell out.

Marco swallowed.

The Latin man didn't remember much of what happened next. He only knew that when he came back to his senses, he had already pressed the little prince on the couch. It is gentle flowing water.

Marco reached out to the cabinet to get the grease, but was slapped back by Zhenjin's paw.

"...Only women use that thing."

The Latina twisted his face.

The candles were moving, and they took off each other's clothes at the fastest speed, and their heartbeats collided with each other. Under the faint light, the little prince's face was beautiful and handsome. He was holding the Latin man's arm nervously, with a vigilant look on his face. Stubborn, as if they were going to fight instead of a beautiful thing next.Marco comforted him, and slowly put his fingers into his body, watching him keep his eyes closed and expressionless, only occasionally there were some slight changes with the movement of his fingertips, but it was this tiny The changes in the field aroused Marco's deep interest. He worked with dignity and explored tirelessly, until he came across a place where he suddenly trembled all over, bit his lips and let out a snort.

That's it.Marco pulled out his finger and replaced it with a more solid guy. The moment he was entered, Zhen Jin stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his neck, raised his head hard, and sprayed warm breath on his neck.

"...Latin, complete your task..."

There was a certain irresistible power in his voice. Marco was able to control his emotions at first, but gradually he couldn't hold it anymore. Zhen Jin hooked his waist with his legs impatiently, and suddenly Let out a long sigh like a sigh.

He has always kept himself clean, and he has never allowed anyone to violate him before. This sudden relapse, his body cannot withstand such a severe impact for a while. The extreme pain and pleasure stimulated his fragile brain, making him convulse uncontrollably, but still Gritting his teeth and shouting angrily:

"... Use force, I say force, you coward..."

This guy is still used to giving orders at this time.Marco, who was irritated by the words, was even more careless. He advanced fiercely, and most of them slammed with the axe. He watched the people under him suddenly bit their lips, with a painful and blissful expression on their faces, and tightly clutched the bed sheet. The tendons in his hands protruded, and he suddenly supported his shoulders, making cuts on his back, which aroused the wildness in his heart even more.Zhen Jin told him not to pity him. The depression and anger that had been suppressed all these years were clamoring and seething in every cell in the blood vessels of the Latin. Desire fueled the wild beast, who growled and fucked him almost wildly until he cried out so loudly that his blood soaked a large swath of the sheet.

Marco looked at his face under the faint candlelight. It was a completely different face from the sharp edges and corners of Europeans. It was full of oriental antiquity and mystery, elegant and handsome. The once so proud man was now lying under his body. , his face is weak and blurred that Latin people have never seen before, he kissed his red phoenix eyes intoxicatedly, he slanted into the brows of his hair like a sharp sword, felt the trembling of his eyelids, fragile and sensitive like the wings of a butterfly, At that moment, he suddenly felt a little pity.He was no longer reckless, but slowed down the speed, making the whole process long and lingering, bit by bit tender and lingering, ecstatic.Under his leadership, Zhen Jin got rid of the jerky and gradually mastered the rhythm. His face was flushed, his eyes fluttered, and he hummed coquettishly with every movement he made, unable to stop.

After finishing the work, Marco was exhausted. He fell on the couch with his head down. It was only when he heard the little prince next to him muttering "...Latin, I will kill you." directly into his body.And now Marco was so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes when Zhenjin kicked him up for the second round.

When he wakes up the next day, he sees that Zhen Jin has got up and is sitting in front of the mirror with his back to him.As if knowing that he woke up, the little prince ordered without looking back.

"Comb my hair."

There doesn't seem to be any room for objection.Marco had no choice but to get out of bed and picked up the small comb in front of the desk.

Zhenjin's hair was black and long, with a unique gentleness hanging behind her.

Wait, did I really think of the word gentle just now? The person in the world in front of me is the least compatible with gentleness and gentleness. Other similar words may include consideration, respect, humility and so on.

Marco suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a bit funny. An Italian man combed the hair of a man from the Central Plains.

He thought about it, and his subordinates became more and more perfunctory. Zhen Jin frowned several times and finally couldn't help it.

"Latin, do you know that the hair under your hand is the prince's hair, not the mane of a horse, can you be more careful?"

Only then did he come to his senses, looking at his shoulders, he had seen a lot of real gold in armor in the past, but now he was sitting in front of him in obscene clothes, which made him feel that he was really not tall.

He thought of the crazy night last night, he finally succumbed to his desire, undisguised, hearty, every tremor and every cry of the other party was like a sea wave urging him to collapse and shatter, like The mountain rain was about to come and crush the top, but in the end it turned into tenderness wrapped around the fingers.

The Latin suddenly realized how much he longed for the proud and fierce little prince in front of him from the very beginning.

The comb teeth sank slowly in the hair, gradually gathering brilliance at the bottom, Zhen Jin lowered his eyebrows slightly, his silhouette looked like a peaceful god in the faint morning light.The Latin looked at his face in the mirror, and suddenly some lines of poetry he had never understood came to his mind.

Midsummer snow, light above the clouds.

Rusty drifting, accumulated in the north window.

The road is long and the sea is vast.

You and I are separated from each other.

The morning sun slowly shone into this small room, and there began to be small chirps scattered around, and the spring of Dadu was gradually waking up.On the other side of the mirror, he carefully outlined his outline with his fingertips, just like he had done countless times in his dreams, despite the ups and downs of thousands of winds and rains in the world, he was as peaceful as an ancient tree at this moment.

tbc

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