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

Fu Liang was stunned for a while, then pursed his lower lip innocently, he felt that the possibility of this was very small.

But ignoring things will make people feel extremely insecure, because they can't judge the state they should behave at this time based on the expressions of the people around them. Fu Liang said helplessly, "What Qin Huwei said is indeed reasonable."

Qin Mu put his sword back into its sheath with a "wow", stepped closer with his long legs, looked down at Fu Liang's calm face condescendingly, and said in a deep voice: "So Your Highness should think about who your enemies are, and then tell the Governor of Jingzhao to let him People from the yamen went to investigate."

Fu Liang could feel that Qin Mu was only one foot away from him. He smiled lightly, raised his hand and rubbed his temples helplessly, pretending to have a headache and said: "There are too many, and they are all too mediocre. This king can't help but feel like I have a headache." Can't remember."

Qin Mu sneered unrecognizably, the pampered prince and the killer who licked blood on the tip of a knife are no different in terms of "killing" and they don't have a long memory.

"Qin Huwei, you are blocking my king's light, please let me go." Fu Liang pursed his lips and smiled, reaching out his hand to push Qin Mu's body away.

Qin Mu patted his hand, shrugged his eyebrows and moved away consciously, leaning on the pillar with arms folded, his eyes fell on Fu Liang's face meaningfully.

When Fu Liang's left hand was slapped by Qin Mu, it hurt a little, but after the pain, there was a dense tingling feeling... He rubbed the place where he was beaten with his right hand, his expression was dull and unclear.

Blindness didn't have much impact on Fu Liang's mood. As a flamboyant swinger who hangs around in the flowers, Qin Mu thought that he would at least collapse, but he miscalculated.

Throughout the afternoon, Fu Liang basked in the sun quietly without making any noise, and Qin Mu also unknowingly accompanied him for the whole afternoon, watching the mottled shadows cast by the branches and leaves on Fu Liang's robes slowly move until the shadows became stronger and stronger. It gets shallower and longer.

The gradually setting sun dyes the sky into gorgeous fire clouds, and the scenery is magnificent and majestic.

"The temperature is getting colder, what time is it now? Has the sun set?" Fu Liang's eyes were blank, and he listened carefully to Qin Mu's answer.

"It's You hour now, and the sun is setting." Qin Mu replied while watching the setting sun.

Fu Liang smiled lightly: "The sunset should be beautiful, but it's a pity that this king can't see it."

Qin Mu blurted out: "The stars at night are also very beautiful, but unfortunately you can't see them either. Everyone in the world is like this. Only when you lose them will you know how to cherish them."

Fu Liang choked on him: "Shouldn't you comfort me?"

Qin Mu withdrew his gaze from admiring the sunset, turned his head to look at Fu Liang, and chuckled speechlessly: "Your Highness, it's good that you don't need to light candles after dark."

"This is your comfort?" Fu Liang gritted his teeth angrily.

Qin Mu didn't answer him, but stroked his chin and looked at Fu Liang's face to his heart's content. Anyway, Fu Liang couldn't see his contemplative gaze at the moment: "Your Highness, apart from your noble status, what are you most satisfied with?"

Fu Liang didn't understand what he meant by what he said. The things he got were basically accessories of his noble status. If he had to talk about something specific, he could only answer shamelessly: "This king's skin."

Oh, as expected.

Qin Mu's smile gradually shifted: "Thank you for your answer, Your Highness."

Fu Liang originally wanted to ask Qin Mu the meaning of this question, but the footsteps of the maids serving dishes interrupted his thoughts. When it was time for dinner, Qin Mu pushed his wheelchair back to the room.

"You all go down, I will serve the prince for dinner."

Qin Mu sent away the maids who were serving meals, and lit the lamps in the room.

Fu Liang guessed that he was using Qin Mu too much recently, and Qin Mu had become a habit, so he was so conscious.

He sat upright in front of the round table, holding the porcelain bowl with his left hand and the chopsticks with his right hand, waiting for Qin Mu to add food to him.

Qin Mu poured a small bottle of brown powder into the hoof soup in front of him. The brown powder is a poison that can make people bleed from the seven orifices, and the skin and flesh fester to death.

Since Fu Liang loves his skin the most, why not let his skin fester when he dies?

This is a fun new way Qin Mu thought of to kill Fu Liang. Apart from poisoning, he can also plant blame. The meals are prepared by the kitchen. Even if the queen mother and the emperor hold them accountable, the first ones to be held accountable are the cook and the maid serving the food. them.

What does it matter to him?He was once Fu Liang's savior.

Qin Mu took a small piece of hoof meat and put it into Fu Liang's bowl: "Try it, Your Highness, this piece of meat is fresh and tender."

The hoof meat in Fu Liang’s bowl was shiny, elastic and soft. When he tried to pick it up with chopsticks, he felt something was wrong. He lowered his head slightly, and the meat fell into the bowl before it reached his mouth. .

"Discovered?"

Qin Mu's nerves were tense, and killing intent was released from his eyes.

Fu Liang pushed the bowl away with a bad face: "This king never eats hoof meat, it's too fat and too greasy."

"But the kitchen said that pork shoulder is your favorite dish." Qin Mu wondered, thinking that Fu Liang was playing tricks on him.

That's Fu Liang in the character Kari, not him, Fu Liang. He resists all kinds of fat, especially fat that is plump and glistening.

"This king feels like vomiting when he smells this smell."

As soon as Fu Liang finished explaining, he "vomited" and vomited unexpectedly... Judging by his expression, he didn't look like he was pretending.

Qin Mu took out the small medicine bottle again, but it was already empty, and just now he poured all the remaining medicine powder into the big bowl of soup.

What a waste.

Qin Mu put the small medicine bottle back to his waist with a sigh. Fu Liang was lucky this time. He learned his lesson and tried to think of a more perfect and fun way to kill Fu Liang next time.

As the moon rises, Fu Liang wants to go for a walk after dinner to relieve his hunger. Qin Mu pushes him to the back garden of the palace. The pavilions, towers, pavilions, flowers, plants and rockery are covered with a layer of indifferent moonlight.

The tree trunks along the way are hung with square lanterns for lighting, and the lanterns are decorated with five-color tassels.

Suddenly, Fu Liang raised his hand to signal him to stop.

Qin Mu was a little impatient: "What orders does Your Highness have?"

"This king wants to take a walk, not to be pushed." Fu Liang raised his arm and grabbed his front. Qin Mu didn't expect that he was strong and strong, but he was dragged by him accidentally. Fu Liang's face was close at hand, Fu Liang smiled lightly and said, "Please guard Qin to help me take a walk."

Under the moonlight, Fu Liang's face was elegant and hazy, but his distracted eyes made it appear that he was very serious when he spoke, because the faces of the two were very close to each other at this moment, and their burning breaths intertwined.

Qin Mu was the first to realize that something was wrong, but it was Fu Liang who blushed first. Before Qin Mu deeply understood what it was like, Fu Liang let go of him first.

Fortunately, Qin Mu should not be able to see his face clearly due to the darkness.

As expected, he ignored the fleeting feeling in his heart, obediently helped Fu Liang get off the wheelchair, and led him for a walk along the riverside with some care.

A servant turned on the lamp, and a servant followed behind them with an empty wheelchair.

Fu Liang and Qin Mu stood beside the stone railing of the Baishi Bridge, and the two servants were waiting under the bridge. The stone railing was waist-high. Qin Mu was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to push him into the river and watch him splash in the water. When the servants hurriedly jumped off the rescue scene, Fu Liang asked again with concern:

"Qin Huwei, you have been with me for a while, but I don't know you at all. Can you tell me about your past?"