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

Fu Liang was forced to raise his head, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he didn't realize the posture at the moment, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears on his own.

Probably the object in the hallucination changed again. At this time, Fu Liang's face was no longer sad. He frowned calmly and asked in a low voice: "Why are you back? Didn't this king ask you to leave Bianliang? The farther you go, the better?"

Qin Mu was a little confused.

But I heard Fu Liang continue: "Is it not enough money? Or something happened at home? The emperor's eyeliner is everywhere in Bianliang City. If you are discovered, pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, all the previous efforts of the king will be in vain. .”

Qin Mu was even more confused until he heard a name.

Fu Liang sighed: "Die'er, you don't need to be grateful to the king, you can go, the next road is only up to you."

Qin Mu felt as if he was struck by a bolt from the blue: Is that maid alive?

He squeezed Fu Liang's jaw harder, gritted his teeth and asked, "Your Highness, are you dreaming? Or are you really so kind?"

Fu Liang curled his lips uncomfortably because of the pain, and the next moment he closed his eyes, as if he fell asleep again.

Qin Mu: "..."

He loosened Fu Liang's jaw and laid it down on the bed. The soft yellow candlelight shone on Fu Liang's body, and the white underwear was loose and half open, revealing the fair and delicate skin.

Qin Mu stood up and drew the sword out of its sheath with one hand. The sword was glowing with the faint light of the candle flame. The cold tip of the sword lightly touched Fu Liang's chest, and Fu Liang trembled unconsciously.

He curled his lips into a chuckle, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and the tip of his sword playfully pushed aside Fu Liang's clothes, exposing a large spring in front of his eyes.

Qin Mu held the candlestick in his left hand, and his right hand moved very lightly. The tip of his sword traced gently along Fu Liang's delicate and beautiful collarbone, and then slowly moved down... the tip precisely reached Fu Liang's heart.

He seemed to feel that Fu Liang's heartbeat was passing along his sword to his hand. His life was so fragile that no matter whether he was a relative of the emperor or a beggar and a refugee, as long as his hand was a little bit harder, a fresh The life would end at his hands, the heart would stop beating, and hot blood would spurt instantly from the small wound.

Qin Mu smiled silently, and carefully drew a circle with the tip of the sword on the position of his heart, as if he was considering where it would be more enjoyable to stab in.

His eyes froze, and just as he was about to make a move, the sea of ​​calm in his heart was suddenly aroused by turbulent waves, which flooded the nearby reefs and sand banks like a rising tide, and swept everything into the sea. This was unprecedented when he was killing people. a feeling of.

Qin Mu frowned, and his eyes fell on Fu Liang's face again. Fu Liang was breathing peacefully and sleeping peacefully, but his frantic heartbeat still hadn't completely subsided.

The words that Fu Liang said when he had hallucinations flashed in his mind, and after a little thought, he extinguished the candlestick and turned to leave.

Qin Mu was still wondering about the sudden heart discomfort just now, and when he doubted whether he was poisoned, he was suddenly hugged firmly by Fu Liang behind him.

He was too careless to notice Fu Liang's movements at all.

Fu Liang ran up barefoot, his chest pressed against his back tightly, his embrace was very warm and comfortable, which made Qin Mu a little flustered, and his heartbeat became even more outrageous, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

"I know it's a dream, don't go."

Fu Liang's chin rested on his shoulder, and whispered softly, his breath penetrated faintly into Qin Mu's cochlea, causing a tingling numbness.

Qin Mu was particularly uncomfortable with this feeling, not to mention that he knew that Fu Liang regarded him as someone else, and suddenly an unknown anger burst into his heart, which made his teeth itch.

The veins in his hand that was clenched tightly on the scabbard bulged, and his left hand was also squeezed "creaking": "Your Highness, you have misidentified the person."

Fu Liang was unaware of his coldness and anger, and the arms hugging his body tightened even more.

Qin Mu swallowed his saliva, let go of his clenched left hand, pushed away Fu Liang's arm that was holding him tightly, turned around stiffly when Fu Liang was about to pounce on him, and cut Fu Liang's neck with the scabbard. Knocked him out smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Fu Liang intentionally and calmly, placed him on the bed, put down the curtain and walked away again.

After returning to the room, Qin Mu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He thought for a long time and thought that his sudden killing intent was because he had a new understanding of Fu Liang, and Fu Liang's ambiguous dreams made him have a new interest.

The night has completely faded, the sky is dim and low, the sun has not yet emerged from behind the thick clouds, and the morning breeze blows the dewdrops on the grass leaves, Fu Liang is woken up by the cold.

He hugged his arms subconsciously, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything as usual, but he could feel that there was something hard under his body instead of a bed.

Fu Liang was a little scared. Just as he was about to turn over, his body rolled down the slope of the eaves uncontrollably.

He understood in an instant that he was sleeping on the roof, but how could he sleep on the roof?

Before he had time to think, his body had already left the eaves and fell heavily. With the scream of "ah", he tightly closed his eyes.

However, what was waiting for him was not the stone slabs in the courtyard, nor the severe pain of broken bones, but an embrace.

Qin Mu was sitting at the round table in the courtyard drinking tea leisurely. He watched Fu Liang sleeping on the eaves from a distance, and there was a long bamboo ladder under the eaves.

When he was less than Mao, he was awakened by the movement next door. He got up and walked out of the room to see Fu Liang wearing only a thin obscene dress. As if he could see with his eyes, Fu Liang moved freely out of the side room. Said to the air: "I invite you to look at the stars."

Qin Mu: "..."

He didn't stop Fu Liang's behavior. He started to make tea when Fu Liang watched the stars, and when Fu Liang fell asleep after watching the stars for a while, his tea was almost ready.

Then, under the silhouetted sky, one drank tea and the other slept.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Qin Mu didn't have time to put down the teacup, and rushed over to wrap his arms around his waist, took a sip of tea and asked softly.

Fu Liang could imagine YouQi's weak and especially female posture at this time, and hurriedly grabbed Qin Mu's arm with one hand, and grabbed his lapel with the other to stand up: "Why does this king sleep on the roof?"

Qin Mu continued to drink the tea in the teacup, curled his lips and smiled lightly: "This subordinate is about to ask the prince."

Fu Liang gritted his teeth and pursed his lips tightly, but he couldn't remember what happened last night. He turned his head slightly and suddenly felt that his neck seemed to be broken.

"Why does my king's neck hurt so much?"

He raised his right hand and rubbed it against his neck in wonder, Qin Mu glanced at it and found that the position he hit last night was very red, probably because of his ruthless strike.

His gaze shifted down embarrassedly, and seeing Fu Liang standing barefoot on the ground, he threw the teacup in his hand towards the stone table, where the teacup rested firmly on the table, and then simply hugged Fu Liang across his waist .

"Hey, Qin Mu, what do you want to do? Let me down."

Fu Liang shouted in panic.