Destiny of crossing

Hurrying away for more than half a month, Fu Jian has been very disciplined for more than half a month, but his eyes are getting hotter and hotter, which makes me feel uncomfortable.They are both men, but they have to worry about being sexually harassed every day, that feeling is really annoying.

In the conversation that day, Wang Meng once assured me that he would not force me, so that I could follow them with peace of mind.

Judging from Fu Jian's behavior on weekdays, he can indeed be regarded as a good emperor who speaks his word and is considerate and caring for the people. The only thing is that he is too lustful and doesn't know how to control himself. He can hear it clearly every night from a few rooms away. Laughing and flirting, coquettish begging for mercy and bone-crushing groans came from their room.

To be honest, even if you are as strong as me, you will inevitably have daydreams and toss and turn.

The sky was getting dark, and we walked to the wilderness, and there were no villages or shops in front of us. It seemed that we had to sleep in the open tonight.

In the clearing in the forest, everyone sat on the ground, and a bonfire was lit in the middle. Several big men returned game and were busy roasting, and they brought out several jars of wine from the carriage.

I stayed in the carriage, no matter how busy he was outside.

The wind blew the front curtain of the carriage, and Murong Chong could be seen leaning on Fu Jian's shoulder, grilling game with a happy face.

well!Poor child, he probably doesn't know that he is about to be abandoned!

Even though I heard that Murong Chong was vicious, I still don't give him a good look, and I find it quite annoying.But he was seduced/raped by others at the age of 12. At a young age, his mind, outlook on life and values ​​are still immature, but he is forced to live in a way of life that is abnormal to him. His personality will inevitably be extreme, although Murder is an unforgivable crime, but shouldn't the culprit who caused all this also be punished?

Looking at Fu Jian's high-spirited and sanctimonious appearance, I feel disgusted. Raping/raping a young child is simply a pervert. In the 21st century, you must be sentenced to life imprisonment/imprisonment, and you want me to be your male favorite, dreaming go you.

A gust of wind passed by again, bringing with it the aroma of roasted game. I poked restlessly on the small pastry with my chopsticks. They spoke to each other, and brought a plate of pastries with a smile on their faces, saying that they would get along well in the future.

I shouldn't have refused someone's kindness, but if anyone can still eat a small pastry with the same taste for half a month, then I really doubt whether he has lost his taste organ, not to mention that the outside is still deliciously baked. You know, I haven't tasted meat for more than half a month.

The pastry was stabbed more and more violently by me.

"Brother Ran" Wang Meng opened the curtain and got into the carriage, snatched the chopsticks from my hand with a smile: "Don't waste food, you know, you have spent a lot of time making the same cakes for you every day." , I want to eat but I can’t get it!” After finishing speaking, he picked up a piece of mung bean cake riddled with holes and chewed it with relish.

In order to deceive others, they all called their king the young master.

"Brother Wang, you said you didn't force me. Why do you tell me to eat this every day? From what I eat, I have lost a lot of weight. I am obviously malnourished. I think you are forcing me in disguise."

"Brother Ran, the young master is willing to make so many concessions, but he only asks to retain this little privilege. After all, we are also courtiers, and you, Brother Wang, and I can't go too far. In today's world, the emperor who can listen to advice and accept advice is like a sea." Li, to have this Mingjun, my king..."

Come on, I started to praise their good emperor again, I quickly gave him all the cakes and everything, and pushed him out of the carriage.

Hungry, very hungry, hungry eyes dim.I seemed to see Fu Jian holding the roast chicken and inviting with a smile: "Come, come and eat some!"

Hallucinations, pure hallucinations, but when I came back to my senses, I found myself standing in front of the fire, looking at the game with passion.

As soon as I stretched out my hand to take it, I saw that the grilled chicken exuding an alluring luster was taken away by Fu Jian first.

"Want to eat? A sweet kiss for a chicken leg," Fu Jian said, breaking off a chicken leg and shaking it in front of my eyes, smiling meaningfully.

"You mean what you say?" I pointed at the grilled chicken, "But I like to eat chicken wings."

Fu Jian handed the chicken leg to Murong Chong, and then broke off another chicken wing: "Of course I keep my word." Then his face was filled with joy and anticipation.

I leaned in front of Fu Jian, stood still, and quickly pecked Murong Chong's face, calmly took the chicken wings in Fu Jian's hand amidst the astonishment of the audience and Murong Chong's annoyed expression, and ate it heartily: "Well, the roast is good, But if there is something missing, it’s not as good as the Yanbin Building.”

Behind him, someone took a sip of wine, sprayed a mist, and coughed again and again.

Fu Jian's face gradually became cloudy, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "You kissed the wrong person."

I raised my innocent face: "You didn't say who you want to kiss, of course I'll pick someone who looks better."

A group of people wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh so their bodies trembled.

"Gao, Young Master Pei is really tall," Wang Meng jumped down from the stone, holding a wine bowl and laughed boldly: "My lord, you have a lot of promises, so you can't lose your word to your young master!"

Fu Jian glanced at Wang Meng, and picked up a bowl of wine: "How could it be? But it's a bit boring to have meat without wine, and Ran'er really shouldn't miss this fine wine."

oh?Could it be that he wants to get me drunk to take advantage of others?The means are too old!

I took the bowl, took a sip, and praised: "It's so fragrant." I looked around everyone: "I drink it by myself, it's too boring, how about we all come together and get drunk?"

Everyone agreed, and they all drank it in one gulp, and the two women did not give up their eyebrows, and they drank heroically.

Murong Chong reluctantly drank a little, and coughed again and again. Fu Jian said softly, "Chong'er, you are not good at drinking, so don't try to be brave, lest you hurt yourself."

It turned out that Fu Jian treated his lover with care, I looked up at the sky, wondering how long this love can last?

Murong Chong snuggled into Fu Jian's arms, eyes full of gratitude and obsession: "Young master, don't worry, Chong'er is fine."

With that look, anyone can see how much Murong Chong loves Fu Jian, but...

Looking at this scene, I just felt sore in my heart, so I poured another bowl of wine, forced a smile, and respected each of them.

On the wine table, I'm tactful!A few good words, a few high hats, a warm lesbian relationship, and playing Tai Chi will definitely make each of them drink a lot.

Wushuang and another woman named Wuhen came up to sing and dance occasionally, and the atmosphere was lively, and I also went up and danced to a song of "swinging green onions", which made everyone lean forward and back with laughter.

What a pleasant evening it would have been if it hadn't been mingled with my fleeing thoughts and that annoying peeping!

After drinking this wine, it lasts the middle of the night, and the person who is finally drunk all over the place, I am secretly proud, fight with me, you are still young!You know, I can't get drunk with a thousand cups.

I looked around, only Fu Jian was left with a sliver of clarity, his eyes were hazy, with a smile on his face, he held up a bowl of wine: "Ran Er, I didn't expect you to drink so well, but I, Fu Jian, underestimated you, come on, Let's do it again."

He walked towards me unsteadily, I knew he was already drunk, seeing that he was still a few steps away from me, I felt lucky, if I didn't run away at this time, when would I wait?

As soon as I ran a few steps away, I felt a stone hit my calf, and my right leg went limp, and I knelt on the ground, and then my body was turned over and pulled, and a heavy body pressed up.

"Ran'er is not good! Since you want to run away? Thousands of miles away, I finally found a peerless beauty, how can I be willing to let you go?" After finishing speaking, his lips tapped my face lightly.

Damn it, why did you forget that bastard Fu Jian had such a move?He really should have poured him a few more bowls before running away, what should I do now.

I'm full of remorse, Fu Jian has already gnawed at my neck without any politeness, and got his hand into my clothes without showing any weakness. Could it be that I, Pei Ran, was fucked by him like this today?

I am unwilling.

But no matter how hard I struggled, my body and hands were tightly clamped, unable to move.

Fu Jian's breathing became more and more rapid, and his movements became more and more urgent. He almost frantically tore my clothes, gnawed and kissed my body, and in a hurry, my hands were loosened.

The flames shone brightly, and the jade hairpin on Fu Jian's hair shone with golden light.

My arms slowly climbed up his neck, all the way up, along the bun, and touched his jade hairpin, I quickly pulled out the jade hairpin, and stabbed into his back in one go.

Fu Jian snorted, stopped moving, and stared at me with bloodshot eyes: "Do you dare to stab me?" After saying that, he grabbed my neck with one hand.

I felt like my neck was going to be cut off, my head was getting bigger and bigger, he was going to kill me, and when I realized this, I deeply felt the fear and despair of being on the verge of death.

In desperation, I groped for a stone and slammed it on Fu Jian's head.

At this moment, the hand pinching my neck gradually lost its strength, and a stream of bright red slowly flowed, soaking my hair and beard.Fu Jian's eyes gradually lost focus, he stared at me blankly, and fell down stiffly.

Is he dead?

I got up, closed my clothes, and took a few big steps back tremblingly, still holding the blood-stained stone in my hand.

Although he wanted to bully me just now, I didn't want to hurt people's lives, if it wasn't a last resort...

I boldly stepped forward and probed his breath with my index finger.

That's great, if he hasn't died yet, it means he can still be saved, but I can't stay to save him right now, if he wakes up, the first thing he will do is to torture me and then drag me to five horses to quarter my body.

Fu Jian, it seems that whether you live or die, you can only resign yourself to fate.

I picked up a handful of stones, ran into the woods far away, and then poured them all out. The few people who were hit woke up with an ouch and cursed. In the night.

At night, it was so dark that I couldn’t see anything clearly. With a stick in one hand and a stone in the other, I walked through the woods and didn’t know where to go.In the forest, there are occasional wolves howling majesticly, owls mourning sadly, and some wild animals making low growls.

I was terrified, I didn't dare to stop, I was afraid that a wild beast would rush up and tear me apart if I was too cold. Occasionally, I even felt that Fu Jian's men were chasing me all over the mountains and plains.

The grass swayed and hissed from time to time, screaming at every weak and sensitive nerve of mine.

Fortunately, summer nights are always very short. When I am exhausted, the sky gradually reveals a trace of whiteness.

Suddenly, I felt something approaching me not far away. I looked around and vaguely saw a long-toothed, sturdy thing crawling towards me under the cover of night.

That's... "Wild, pig" I roared, the soles of my feet were blown by the wind, and I didn't care about the east, west, and north, desperately trying to escape.

The wild boar persevered in hot pursuit.

Grandma, I scolded as I ran, if things go wrong, even pigs will come to bully you.

As I was running, I saw the wild boar's tusks were about to touch my butt, my feet were empty, my body was unstable, I fell down the slope, rolled a few times, and my body fell into the air again.

The moment I fell off the cliff, there was only one thought in my mind: Will I cross again?

The author has something to say:

Speaking of Murong Chong, his life full of tragedies, although his heart is a bit vicious (it’s not normal, if Fu Jian had his ruthlessness, maybe he wouldn’t perish the country), but it’s still quite worthy of sympathy.