walk to the water

Chu Xiang was seriously injured, and could only lie quietly on the bed most of the day, unable to move.Although there are eunuchs serving, there is nothing to say.In the afternoon, Chu Xiang would always stare blankly out of the window, watching the fiery red sunset sinking to the golden yellow glazed eaves of the palace in the distance. This kind of extreme pain will come as promised, and as Fu Ling said, the pain of Mie Tian's attack is getting better day by day.Every night, Chu Xiang would be in so much pain that he passed out several times, and he would finally fall into a deep coma after enduring it until midnight; every night was as long as a lifetime, and when the pain was extreme, Chu Xiang wondered if he would To die of pain like this?Is this my last night?But at dawn, he found that he was still alive and had to face the darkness again.More than once, Chu Xiang thought about hitting his head to death, or cutting his throat with something sharp, so as to avoid endless torture day after day, but the remaining pride in his heart did not allow him to do so, the general should only die in battle , and should not commit suicide because of cowardice.At the same time, he also found that Fu Ling would not allow him to do this, and at some point, he would no longer be left alone in the bedroom.Chu Xiang understood that with Fu Ling's shrewdness, since he had made arrangements, he would never have the chance to seek death.

And Fu Ling always showed up on time when it was dark, and he would either sit by and watch him struggle with a happy expression, as if his pain had brought Fu Ling great enjoyment, or he would review the memorial before the case. , but never went to spend the night with other concubines, only guarding Chu Xiang every night.Chu Xiang was also used to him watching, at first he tried his best to hold back his moaning, but after a few days, he was exhausted by the toxin, even though the pain was raging, Chu Xiang was unable to make a sound.Every night after Chu Xiang passed out, it was almost dawn when he woke up again. Fu Ling was always not on the bed, most likely he had already gone to court, or he was meditating at the desk by the window, as if he hadn't rested all night.

This lasted for almost a month, and the whiplash on Chu Xiang's face gradually healed, but some faint scars were left behind, and he was finally able to walk on the ground, but he couldn't get out of the palace gate.Days passed, and there was no more word between the two of them. In the silent confrontation, the atmosphere of despair quietly spread and grew like weeds in a barren field, growing endlessly, covering everything, and who I don't want to break this situation either.

One night, Chu Xiang suddenly woke up in severe pain. His body seemed to be run over by a huge wheel and squeezed into pieces... When he opened his eyes, he saw that Fu Ling was pressing on him, and his legs were crushed by him. Raising it high, the murder weapon was raging in the body, the newly healed buttocks were ruthlessly torn open again, and the pain from the poisonous hair came back again, and the body seemed to be burning with raging flames... Chu Xiang knew that he was powerless to struggle, so he simply closed his eyes. Let him move his eyes, but he is still sweating profusely.Just when Chu Xiang's consciousness gradually became blurred, suddenly several large acupoints on his chest and abdomen seemed to be pricked by needles, and he woke up with a jerk.Chu Xiang opened his eyes, and heard Fu Ling say: "I won't allow you to faint!" Fu Ling turned Chu Xiang over and face down as he spoke, preventing him from seeing his own eyes, seeing the despair and sorrow under the tyranny .

For a whole hour, there were only the sound of Fu Ling's heavy breathing and the sound of physical impact in the bedroom, while Chu Xiang seemed to have fallen into the deepest layer of hell, enduring unimaginable torture, and immediately resurrected after death, Then accept the next torture, endlessly... It is also like a piece of driftwood floating on the vast sea, being thrown high into the air by waves after waves, then fell heavily to the sea surface, thrown up again, He fell, and was finally smashed to pieces, his body shattered... But he could only bear it, his teeth clenched on the pillow, and his hands unconsciously grasped the sheets...

When Fu Ling came down from Chu Xiang's body, it was dawn, and Chu Xiang was drenched and collapsed on the bed, almost collapsed, with only a sliver of consciousness remaining to maintain his sanity. Fortunately, the pain of the poisonous hair finally passed. Chu Xiang was extremely tired and wanted to sleep, but Fu Ling leaned over and hugged him, kissed his cold lips, as gentle as treating a couple in love, and said with a smile: "Xiang, I won't go to court today. Go to inspect the army, you go to watch the ceremony with me!"

Looking at Fu Ling's smile, Chu Xiang suddenly regained consciousness. He wished he could smash this smiling face with a punch. He reluctantly turned his head away, and his heart sank into the abyss again.Reviewing the army?There is only one possibility, that is, he is going to send troops to fight!This day came sooner than expected, as he said, he wanted to see Zhou Guo's demise while he was alive...

Fu Ling ignored Chu Xiang's angry face, carried him into the bathroom, and bathed him as meticulously as before after having intercourse. Chu Xiang was like a puppet from the beginning to the end, silent and motionless at his mercy.After Fu Ling helped him wash his body, he reapplied medicine to his back court injury, dressed him and combed his hair, doing it meticulously.After bathing, breakfast was served in the palace, and Chu Xiang couldn't take a bite.Fu Ling didn't force it. After eating his own meal, he changed into a military uniform and put on a pure black cloak. On the cloak was embroidered a lifelike golden flying dragon. The flying dragon was surrounded by auspicious clouds, shining brightly, as if flying high in the nine heavens.Fu Ling ordered the eunuch to help Chu Xiang into the prepared carriage, but he himself rode Mo Yun before the carriage.

The emperor's military parade, with complicated ceremonial guards, surrounded by three thousand imperial forest iron armors, with crowns like clouds, and a group of people went out of the city to the south in a mighty way, and the people of the capital gathered on both sides of the road to watch.The place for the military parade was set twenty miles outside the city, and a large open space was surrounded on the endless plain.But seeing the hunting of flags, the neighing of war horses, tens of thousands of people lined up in full outfit, the scene was spectacular. A high platform several feet high was built in the front, and a big flag with black background and gold border was waving in the wind, with a big golden "Qin" on the flag. The words reflect the sun, scorching the eyes.

The eunuch helped Chu Xiang out of the car. He had been imprisoned in Fu Ling's bedroom these days without going out. Today, he suddenly breathed the fresh air in the suburbs, looked up and saw the boundless blue sky, and his spirit couldn't help but lift up.But his legs were weak, his whole body was sore, and he couldn't move.Fu Ling asked Chu Xiang to be helped aside to watch, then he put on his belt and climbed onto the platform.

Fu Lingfang stood still on the stage with his head held high. Hundreds of thousands of people in the audience knelt down in rows from front to back. Long live, long live!" The voice of Shan shouting long live resounded through the sky, shaking people's hearts.The two eunuchs who were supporting Chu Xiang also knelt down. Except for Fu Ling, Chu Xiang was the only one who still stood standing in the field.