Destiny of crossing

The mountain wind was violent, blowing his robe wildly and messing up his hair.

His eyes, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, were gentle, as if even the wind was much gentler.

I stared blankly at the person in front of me, my mind was in a state of confusion, I felt the warm touch on my forehead, and the gentle caress of my fingertips, and heard the person say: "At that time, I was terrified, but luckily you are fine."

The palms were terribly hot.

The body trembled involuntarily.

I was pulled into that warm embrace, hugged tightly, just hugged, without any erotic meaning.

I let him hold me, and slowly fell my face on his shoulder. For a moment, I really wanted this embrace, and for a moment, I really wanted to just leave with him.

Because he said, he learned to respect, because he said, he loves me.

I climbed up his back with both hands, and at that moment, Sima Yao's face appeared in front of my eyes, and I hesitated.

The person I don't love, the person who insulted me, the person who bullied me, the person who just has the same face as Shen Yi, why bother to remember him?

But that face flashed over and over again in my mind, including those nightmares, which I couldn't get rid of.

Then, we leaned on the rocks, relying on each other, watching the sunset in the sky, watching the picturesque mountains and rivers, talking softly.

We talked about Wang Meng and their friendship, and then he said with a sad expression: "Jing Lue, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive these few days."

I held the white jade flute in my hand, as if conveying all kinds of sadness.

He said: "The friendship between us is that of brothers and sisters, a confidant and a good friend. The scene is magnificent and the talent is great. His death is the sorrow of the people, and it is even more painful for me."

I looked into his eyes. At this time, the mountain wind came again, and the hair fluttered gently on his face, blowing and puckering the water in the bay in his eyes. His pale jade hands covered his face, revealing the low and deep breath from between his fingers. sobbing.

At that moment, I never thought that Fu Jian, the mighty King of the Great Qin Dynasty, would be so vulnerable. At that moment, I knew that he might also be lonely, and he might also need someone to love. It was also from that moment that I met the same A completely different Fu Jian.

When his kiss fell, I didn't refuse.

As night fell, the last bit of light disappeared, and darkness completely occupied the entire world.

We kissed earnestly, we could only see the outline of each other's face, that kiss was so long and tireless.

But for some reason, I always feel that there are pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness, peeping secretly from behind the bushes, with a cold light like a light on the back.

The trees in the distance were shaking and tugging in the darkness, which was very strange, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing made people restless and uneasy.

But with him by my side, I felt very safe and peaceful.

Or no one wants to break this peaceful moment, we just sit quietly like this, cuddling each other, as if forever.

At some point, I leaned against him and fell asleep.

Above the head, it seemed that someone was speaking lightly.

The autumn wind is getting cooler, but I don't feel the slightest chill, or my heart is warm. I slept very peacefully that night.

However, not far away, a woman shouted angrily: "Who is bold?" Then there was a sound of weapons clashing.

I was so excited that I lost all sleepiness. I opened my eyes and found that I was lying on Fu Jian's lap. Fu Jian looked at me calmly, his eyes were full of tenderness, and I almost ignored the tenderness. The sound of fighting became more and more intense.

And he, who seemed to ignore the danger in the distance, caressed my cheek and said with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

In a blink of an eye, he saw that he was covered with a piece of clothing, while Fu Jian was actually only wearing an inner garment.The warmth that flows in the blood!Immediately swim all over the body.

"Hmph, you guys are very affectionate!" It was like a voice of gnashing of teeth, cutting off the lingering dream in the heart and mind, like a poisonous insect crawling up the back, instantly paralyzed and shuddering.

He~~~ How could he appear here?

My body bounced up suddenly, a few meters in front of my eyes, Sima Yao stood with his hands behind his back, his back was facing the rising sun, his eyes were icy cold mixed with the cold breath of the autumn morning, shooting at me like sharp knives, I backed away subconsciously After two steps, Fu Jian just reached out and hugged him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The faint words in my ears have the power to calm people's hearts. I turned my head, smiled at him, and said, "It's okay."

But for some reason, I didn't dare to look at Sima Yao's face anymore, as if I had done something wrong to him.

"I thought you were taken away by traitors... I didn't expect that I was overthinking." Sima Yao said coldly, his voice seemed hoarse and melancholy.

I was at a loss, because he was worried about me...

I don't know what kind of feeling came to my heart, whether it was surprise, surprise, or disbelief.

The hand around the shoulder retracted.

In the distance, Wushuang and a few guards were having a lively fight with a group of people in casual clothes. After careful calculation, there were only five or six of them. I have seen most of them. They are Sima Yao's personal guards. One is Xie Lang, Sima Yao's favorite general.

Fu Jian patted me on the shoulder to comfort me, then stepped forward and said: "Brother Ma, you are very polite. I am really flattered to come here to see me from all the way! I just don't know why there is such a big commotion? "

The tone is understated, the actions are not in a hurry, and there is no tension and fear of the enemy at all. It not only reminds me of the scene when I first met on Penglai Xiandao.

Sima Yao squinted at Fu Jian, and ordered: "Pei Ran, follow me back."

The voice was not angry but prestige, and I couldn't help but tremble with fear.

At this time, Fu Jian held my hand, as if the warmth was being continuously passed from his palm to me, which reassured me, but there was still a lingering feeling of guilty conscience.

I secretly raised my eyes and glanced at the opposite side, and saw that Sima Yao's eyes were fixed on the hands that Fu Jian and I were clasping tightly. Those eagle-like eyes were narrowing, as if a raging flame was burning inside. Hands turned to ashes.

The burning flame clearly warned me of my fate after being taken back.

what is itEndless humiliation and ravages?Or the bloody top ten tortures?

In Fu Jian's ear was a mocking smile: "Brother Ma, what do you think this is? You came and left whenever you wanted? Today, I'm afraid you will all be buried here, let alone Take him away."

Sima Yao laughed loudly: "It was true that I was wrong at the beginning, otherwise, you would not have lived to this day, Great Qin King, Fu Jian!"

The two words after that were unusually loud, like a thunderbolt across the sky.

Fu Jian laughed when he heard it: "That's right, it was my king's negligence at the beginning, but I didn't know that the two hostile emperors sat together and chatted friendlyly, drinking tea and wine, calling each other brothers and sisters, what do you think, the emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty , Sima Yao."

Another thunderstorm passed by.

The author has something to say:

When Fu Jian, the king of the Qin Dynasty, met Sima Yao, the emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, who could win the beauty?