Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

When Fu Jian woke up, Murong Chong had just forced himself to fall asleep, but he still didn't sleep deeply. He felt that someone was staring at him, and when he opened his eyes with a frown, he met Fu Jian with a smile on his face.

"Did you sleep well?" Fu Jian asked with rare tenderness.

Murong Chong shook his head, and closed his eyes wearily again.

But Fu Jian laughed even harder, and got up first without making trouble with him.Without waiting for a new round of "remonstrance" to arrive, he sent an order to drive back to the palace.

Now, instead of using hunting to forget his troubles, he prefers to choose another way...

I don't know if everyone is waiting for the moment to return, but Fu Jian just announced "immediate departure", and in less than an hour, everyone is ready to go, except of course, except for Murong Chong who just fell asleep.

Therefore, when Murong Chong woke up on the bumpy carriage, his dull reaction before he had time to adapt, pleased Fu Jian who was in a good mood.

"We were on the return carriage. There have been more and more people admonishing me these days, so I can only go back to the palace helplessly." Fu Jian said, his words should have been helpless, but Murong Chong listened He didn't show any displeasure, and there seemed to be a faint smile hidden in it.

Murong Chong nodded, then sat up from Fu Jian's arms, straightened his clothes, and regained his usual calmness: "Then Chong should go back to his carriage, it's really out of bounds to ride with the king. It will inevitably fall into the mouth."

"I still prefer when you are asleep." Fu Jian stared at Murong Chong, sighed, pulled him back into his arms and sat down, and said, "I won't let you stay with me all the time, but just now, spend more time with me." Am I not willing for a while?"

Murong Chong stopped talking, sat obediently in Fu Jian's arms, tried to relax his body, and rested his head on Fu Jian's shoulder.

This tiny gesture obviously made Fu Jian happier than any answer, he kissed Murong Chong's forehead, and said with a smile, "Talk with me for a while, huh?"

"En," Murong Chong responded lightly, but pretended to be tired, closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Seeing Murong Chong's face sleeping with peace of mind, Fu Jian felt more relaxed than ever. It seemed that a kind of inner trust was gently washed away. This kind of ease was different from the past.

He couldn't help but tightened his circle, and kissed him lightly on Murong Chong's lips. Murong Chong slapped his eyelashes lightly, and then heard Fu Jian's gentle shout of feigned anger: "I told you to pretend to be asleep!"

"I didn't pretend to be asleep, I just closed my eyes and talked to you." Murong Chong still closed his eyes and buried his head in Fu Jian's arms.

Fu Jian chuckled, then lowered his head and kissed again, saying: "I'm telling you to be tough!"

Murong Chong finally opened his eyes helplessly, and struggled to jump out of Fu Jian's arms. Fu Jian didn't stop him, and let him sit awkwardly across from him, on his knees.He took his hand and held it in the palm of his hand, placed it on the knees of the two, and said with a smile: "Do you know how much I care about you?"

Murong Chong carefully considered the answer in his heart, but Fu Jian didn't press him to answer, but quietly smiled at his troubled appearance.Murong Chong raised his eyes and saw Fu Jian's slightly teasing eyes, but instead smiled, and said calmly, "I know."

Now it was Fu Jian's turn to realize, seeing Murong Chong's casual smile, he hugged him into his arms again, and a long kiss came as expected.

Sometimes Murong Chong really felt that he was getting used to it a little too quickly. Yesterday he couldn't help but feel sick and stiff when facing Fu Jian, but today he was able to relax. Although he still felt disgusted, he could always adapt anyway.

Quietly resting with eyes closed, no need to deal with Fu Jian, but there is still a sister here, which is more exhausting than having him face Fu Jian.I can only pretend to be asleep without saying a word.

Princess Qinghe looked at Murong Chong's sleeping profile, sighed, and said softly: "Fenghuang, no matter what, you will always be my younger brother."

Murong rolled his throat, but still didn't open his eyes.Princess Qinghe just quietly raised the curtain and looked outside.

"Sister, I'm sorry, we can't stand together after all, because you are now concerned about Fu Jian, because I will always kill him." Murong Chong replied silently in his heart.

The process of returning to the palace was due to the fact that the political affairs of the DPRK and China were always reported. After Fu Jian gave the order, it only took one-third of the time to come, and he was already sitting in the study to deal with the long-standing backlog.

And Murong Chong was finally able to get out of the dilemma of either facing Fu Jian or facing Qinghe.Fu Jian added several servant girls for him. After Murong Chong had no choice but to drive them all away, he lay on the bed, his body tired from the journey, his brain tired from the disguise, when no one was around Only then can you feel free to let it go.

In a trance, he fell into a dreamland. In the dream, in the morning before the sun rose, in a strange deep forest, he silently followed the figure of the girl in front of him, but he was not afraid.The girl turned her head and smiled at him from time to time. The strange thing was that he could see the girl smiling at him clearly, but he couldn't see the girl's face.He wanted to speed up his pace to catch up, but the girl always kept a close distance from him, and couldn't catch up no matter what...

Murong Chong woke up from the dream, and when he came back to his senses, he was stunned again. These days, he kept dreaming about the same person, that girl.Including the first meeting that has been sealed in the memory, I dreamed again, but in the dream, I always wished for it. I wanted to see her face clearly, and I couldn't get closer.

So it often becomes a nightmare.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? It seems that you haven't been sleeping well these days." Fu Jian said while stroking Murong Chong's back with his hand.Seeing Murong Chong waking up from his dream for several days in a row, Fu Jian couldn't help but feel worried.

"It's okay, probably because I was on the road a few days ago, and my body is not used to it."

Fu Jian frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Staying in the bedroom like this is not good for your health. After all, you are a man, why don't you ask someone to teach you martial arts tomorrow?"

Only then did Murong Chong's consciousness recover from the dream, and he said with a smile, "Chong'er thank you, Your Majesty."

"En." Fu Jian responded lightly, stroking Murong Chong's back and hugging him into his arms, whispering next to him: "But I'm always worried that you're tired and hurt."

"Chong'er has also practiced with others for several years. Your Majesty, you don't have to worry." Murong Chong lay quietly in his arms, half explaining, half coquettishly making Fu Jian subdue in an instant, and he had no choice but to say repeatedly. good.

Lightly pulling sword flowers, white clothes like snow, eyes like stars, lips like peach blossoms.

This is Murong Chong who Fu Jian saw at the first sight, he applauded lightly, Murong Chong turned his head and saw him and did not stop to salute, and took advantage of the momentum to dance the sword to Fu Jian, barely stopping at his throat .

Fu Jian didn't move at all, pretending to be angry and said: "You are getting more and more courageous now."

Murong Chong withdrew the sword with his backhand, and replied unceremoniously: "That's probably what the king is used to."

"Hahahaha, well said." Fu Jian took his other hand and walked towards the room. "It seems that I really can't pamper you anymore." Compared with his words, there was no trace of sullenness in his tone.

Murong Chong followed him obediently, and poured tea for him after Fu Jian took his seat.Although he was trying to get a little cheap with his words, he had to be cautious all the time in his actions, and Fu Jian had to be the one on top.It seems that it hasn't been a long time, Murong Chong has already understood how to please Fu Jian, how to use Fu Jian to get what he wants, without leaving any traces.Know when to joke with him and when to be respectful.It seemed that after mastering the way, dealing with Fu Jian gradually became much easier.

Looking at Murong Chong's serious profile, Fu Jian suddenly felt that he was not the child he thought he was at the beginning.He has grown taller, from his shoulders to the tip of his nose in just half a year.His face has also changed, it is no longer the childish smiling face, the hard lines have gradually emerged, even his smile has changed.

Fu Jian didn't know whether this was good or bad.He is no longer the child that he couldn't forget at a glance in the Yan Palace that day. The rapid growth of the young man made him feel like he was getting old quickly in a trance.

Murong Chong faintly felt Fu Jian's depressed mood, and when he handed him the teacup, he casually asked, "Is there anything wrong with the king?"

Fu Jian didn't take the teacup but held his hand instead, and said softly, "I just feel that I'm getting old."

"Your Majesty is in his prime, why do you feel this way?"

"Maybe you are changing too fast. There is always a feeling that I am growing old with you."

Murong Chong pretended to be shy and turned his face away, pulled his hand out of Fu Jian's hand, and sprinkled some of the lukewarm tea on the hands of the two of them as he shook it, the temperature of his body rose with the temperature of the water...