Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Yu Jun paused for a moment with his hands tied on obscene clothes, pressed his thick eyebrows lightly, and stared at Qin Mu warily: "Who are you?"

Qin Mu laughed jokingly, the sunlight outside the window seemed to cool his body, and the tip of his tongue curled up slightly: "Ying, Wei."

Yu Jun's face turned pale instantly, the shadow guard was an existence that no one dared to offend except the emperor, his eyes carefully fell on Fu Liang's face.

Fu Liang casually comforted: "Don't worry, it's just that the emperor is worried about the safety of the king, so he sent Qin guards to protect him."

"Humph." Qin Mu twitched his nostrils and snorted coldly, as if he disdained Fu Liang's answer.

Fu Liang's face twitched: "..."

Yu Jun didn't know how Fu Liang felt, but he felt that Qin Mu was very dangerous.

At this time, Duan Qing lazily sat up from the bed, and blinked at Fu Liang with her charming eyes: "Today is really a good day, and I saw three guests as soon as I opened my eyes, which is also a good start. gone."

Fu Liang looked indifferent, indifferent to Duan Qing's seduction, he sat at the round table paved with red mandarin duck brocade, picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine to drink first.

This ancient wine was not strong enough, and after drinking a glass, he almost felt nothing, which made Fu Liang even more upset.

Yu Jun simply put on a sandalwood robe over his obscene clothes, and then sat beside Fu Liang. He also picked up the jug and filled his own wine glass: "Ah Liang, I think you are not in a bad mood, but that you are in a bad mood. Very depressed, what happened? Last night was not very pleasant, or..."

He looked up at Qin Mu, indicating whether it was because of being followed by Qin Mu.

Fu Liang had almost no friends since he was a child. He didn't like to confide, and he didn't like to talk about personal matters. Before being arranged by the system into Song Jingyuan's world, he had never encountered anything that would make him so irritable. Problems he couldn't solve.

The word love is doomed.

"You won't understand even if you tell me." Fu Liang forced a smile. In his role card, Yu Jun was considered a good friend.

Duan Qing hugged the pipa and said courteously: "Since Your Highness is upset, how about I play a few songs to relieve Your Highness's unhappiness?"

Fu Liang nodded: "Yes."

Duan Qing was dressed in a light blue dress, sitting dignifiedly under the beaded curtain of the powder tent, her slender hands, which were more eye-catching than women, plucked the strings lightly, and the fairy sounds slowly flowed out from a pair of masterful hands.

Yu Jun raised his hand and gently stroked his chin, his brows were deeply furrowed: "Your state...is it because you are trapped by love?"

The dandy who hangs around the land of fireworks also understands this?

Qin Mu, who was standing behind him, glanced curiously: Interesting.

Fu Liang didn't answer, but raised his head and drank another glass of wine.

Yu Jun took a deep breath, his eyes were unclear: "It can't be true, right? Whose girl? Or whose son?"

"You don't even know." Fu Liang shook his head in disappointment.

He didn't pay attention to Yu Jun's dim eyes at this time, but the condescending Qin Mu could see Yu Jun's performance clearly, and pursed his lips to feel more playful feelings.

"Then what do you want to do now? I'll accompany you." Yu Jun rubbed his temples, unable to do anything.

Fu Liang blurted out: "Looking for fun."

Yu Jun raised his eyebrows in grievance: "When do you not want to have fun? Why do I feel that you are not trapped by love anymore?"

Fu Liang was rarely amused by his words, and touched his cup with him.

Pipa music wanders around the room.

Yu Jun stayed with Fu Liang from morning to night, the players who played the music changed one after another, and the ones who served the wine also changed from one batch to another, Fu Liang's mood improved a little.

Song Jingyuan is just a passerby and a mission, they don't belong to the same space at all, and they are destined to miss it.

What he regrets and regrets the most is not only failing to save Song Jingyuan, but also pushing him into a deeper abyss.

I drank too much wine, it was already in the sky, the bright moon was hanging high on the branches, the scattered stars were scattered in the dark night, the wind blew through the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

Fu Liang rested his right hand on his temple, and couldn't help but glance at Qin Mu behind him. Qin Mu is the hero of his plane. Qin Mu and Song Jingyuan look exactly the same. He is very contradictory now, not sure if he is trying to complete the system arrangement. As for the task, don't implicate Qin Mu, so as not to repeat the same mistakes as in the previous plane.

Qin Mu...Song Jingyuan...

He said to himself repeatedly in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, and he decided to act according to his mood and intuition in the future, and it was up to fate whether he could complete the task.

Qin Mu stood behind him like a pine tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Fu Liang peeking at him, and the corners of his lips turned up contemptuously.

"It's getting late, you stay with Duan Lang to rest tonight, I'll go to Qiu Lang's room."

Yu Jun hugged the handsome young man beside him, and stood up staggeringly while supporting the table.

Fu Liang looked at him dimly with drunken eyes and said "um", and Duan Lang, who was in his arms, filled his glass with sake again, and held the glass to his mouth with plain hands: "Your Highness, drink some more, When do you want to rest?"

"Sit down for a while..."

Before Fu Liang could finish his words, Yu Jun, who was drunk, had just walked around the round table when two men in black rushed in from the window. Their long knives slashed across the air, swift as lightning, and immediately a bone-deep scar appeared on Yu Jun's right arm. The wound, blood instantly stained the sandalwood robe.

"what--"

He fell to the ground with a scream, and the little man next to him was so frightened that he hurriedly helped him to the door, but another man in black quickly passed them and blocked the door, and Yu Jun and Qiu Lang were frightened. Both legs were kneeling softly, and cold sweat flowed down one after another.

"Your Highness, what should we do?"

Duan Lang's face turned pale with fright, and he held Fu Liang's arm tightly.

Fu Liang drank wine calmly, not to mention that he was not afraid of death, and there was a panting shadow guard standing behind him.

"Qin Huwei, do you wait for the king to give an order before you do it?" He asked lightly.

"Of course not..." Qin Mu shrugged his shoulders. At this moment, the man in black looked at Fu Liang intently, and rushed straight to him after wrapping a knife in his right hand.

Duan Langjun was so frightened that he closed his eyes and screamed, "Ah—"

The next moment, a cold light flashed in Qin Mu's hands, and warm blood gushed on the faces of Duan Langjun and Fu Liang.

Duan Langjun screamed louder, but Fu Liang calmly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped off the dirt on his face.

The man in black covered his throat with his left hand, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he looked at Qin Mu who was holding the sword and smiling evilly. As he fell down, Qin Mu continued what he hadn't said just now: "The sword of your subordinates has it. idea."

Seeing that his companion had died, the other man in black turned terrified the moment his suspicious eyes met Qin Mu's.

The man in black didn't care too much, and immediately fled through the window.

Qin Mu chased after him and said to Fu Liang without looking back: "Your Highness, now you know that subordinates are indispensable."