Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

When they reached the entrance of the bedroom, Murong Chong sent everyone away as soon as he got off the chariot.The courtyard was silent, and the winter chill permeated people.

He just stood quietly in the courtyard like this, his figure was lonely and desolate.He wants to calm down and think about his current situation. He is powerless, without a single soldier, without any cronies and followers.With this kind of him, he didn't even have the ability to escape from Fu Jian's side, so how could he take revenge.He is not Murong Wei, at any rate he used to be the emperor of the Yan Kingdom, even if he is lonely now, there will always be a group of loyal officials of the Yan Kingdom by his side to advise him, only waiting for the day of revival.Now he is just a child prostitute who was brought into the harem by Fu Jian, and the survivors of the Yan Kingdom may no longer look up to him.

"Stand alone" probably refers to what he looks like now.

Fu Jian retreated all the attendants, came to him, and saw Murong Chong standing alone in the courtyard from a distance, the hem of his clothes occasionally swaying with the evening wind, but he was motionless, the night was too dark, let him see I don't know his expression, but it adds a trace of sadness and loneliness to him, which makes people feel doubly pitiful and distressed.Fu Jian's heart was twitched again.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Jian walked to Murong Chong's side, breaking the silence in the air. Although his lonely appearance had a certain charm and beauty, Fu Jian couldn't bear to see him like this.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden voice, Murong Chong raised his head and met Fu Jian's inquisitive eyes, turned his face away, and replied coldly: "It's nothing."

He didn't want to say anything, so Fu Jian didn't ask any more questions, just took his hand and led him into the house: "It's almost winter, and it's very cold at night, so don't stand for a long time."

Murong Chong only followed his footsteps obediently, which was his answer.

Fu Jian had no choice but to sigh helplessly, hugged him up, saw him struggling and flustered, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I have a sense of propriety, you are not fully recovered now, so I won't make things difficult for you. "

Murong Chong calmed down and stopped struggling. The way he lay obediently in Fu Jian's arms made Fu Jian want to love him more wantonly.

"Are you planning to keep annoyed with me like this?" Putting Murong Chong on the soft couch in the main hall, Fu Jian sat on the side and looked at him, and asked gently.

"I... dare not..." Murong Chong made a mistake as soon as he opened his mouth, and he simply turned his head and finished speaking.

Seeing his childish actions, Fu Jian couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said, "You don't have to be restrained in front of me, I allow you to call yourself 'I' in front of me."

"Thank you sir." Murong Chong still lowered his head and refused to look directly at Fu Jian.

"Are you really not going to take a look at me?"

"No, Wang Shang Shengwei, I dare not look directly at Sheng Yan, I hope the king will forgive me."

"If I really believed what you said, I would be a saint in vain. Forget it, I won't force you, I will give you time to adapt slowly." Fu Jian's tolerance at the moment was not only unexpected to him, but also secretly surprised Murong Chong.

Murong Chong's hand on his side tightened slightly. He had neither the ability nor the courage to push Fu Jian away. Apart from being a little surprised by all the forbearance and favor, it brought him more humiliation. Listening to his affectionate words in a man's arms is not a kind of favor, but an expression of authority, telling Murong Chong over and over again that he is just a child prostitute under the fence at this moment, who has been ridiculed and ridiculed, and will always be the only one. Could be Fu Jian's subordinate.

Murong Chong lowered his head like a cover, and when Fu Jian raised his face to force him to look directly at him, he restrained the hatred hidden under the drooping eyelashes in time.

"Although you say you don't dare, you still have to watch me. Since you must watch it, then take advantage of the time I have to practice with you, so that you won't say you don't dare next time." Fu Jian stared at it with smiling eyes. Murong Chong, there is a kind of threat in his eyes that Murong Chong can't avoid. Even if he is smiling, it still makes people unable to avoid fear. His eyes seem to want to clearly identify Murong Chong from the inside to the outside. Every trace of emotion seems to be noticed by him.

The smile in Fu Jian's eyes dissipated, he stood up and stopped looking at Murong Chong, and said coldly: "Since you still hate me so much, then I'd better give you some more time to calm down." After finishing speaking, he turned and left go.

Murong Chong collapsed on the couch like the rest of his life after a catastrophe. He hated him and was also afraid of him. It was because of this that he couldn't make any real threats to him. Fu Jian was like a person in his life who never The shackles he couldn't get rid of, and his later life made him want to end his life more than once, but he didn't have the courage.

It was another sleepless night, Murong lay motionless on the bed, the chill in the air made him curl up, with his head deeply buried between his knees.Fu Jian hadn't been here for half a month. Murong Chong was a little worried at first, but after a few days, he got used to it and lived his life quietly.

For several days in succession, hearing that King Qin favored Princess Qinghe every night, he simply didn't even go to Elder Sister's place, but stayed alone in his own courtyard.Princess Qinghe never came to see him again.

Murong Chong has long been used to being unable to sleep. When he was first captured by the Qin State, at night he would only see maids and guards struggling and crying when they closed their eyes. Some of them had served him personally. He would wake up crying under the blood of the enemy's blade.

Later, after Fu Jian did that kind of thing to himself, all he dreamed about was Fu Jian's ferocious face when he went mad, so he was even more afraid.After all, the former is just watching, while the latter is the atrocity that is really committed to oneself.

Suddenly there was the sound of pulling the door, followed by the sound of someone's footsteps walking towards the inner room, the visitor stopped by the bed, the strong sense of staring made it difficult for Murong Chong to ignore it.But he still didn't move, still maintained that movement, buried his face in his knees, didn't speak, and didn't look up.

He didn't move, and Fu Jian didn't move either, just looked at him quietly, watching him crouching there, full of the loneliness and helplessness of a child.In the past few days, people reported that he was in a daze all day except for eating, and sometimes he could stand motionless in the yard for several hours. Suddenly, he thought of his distressing back in the dark that night.Still unable to hold back, I still came to see him.

He was so small and pitifully curled up there, Fu Jian only felt his heart ache, yes, he was just a child after all.

Thinking of this, all the grievances dissipated, then he took off his coat and put it on the screen, took off his boots and got on the bed, and rushed Murong into his arms.Unexpectedly, Murong Chong didn't struggle as he imagined, he just stroked his arm and felt his body trembling slightly.

"Do you know it's me?" Fu Jian asked softly.

"I know." Murong Chong's voice was as light as a mosquito's raving, Fu Jian still heard it, and laughed unconsciously.

"Why, are you not afraid of me now?"

"do not know."

Fu Jian supported the back of Murong Chong's head, making him raise his head and look at him: "What about now?"

Murong Chong looked at Fu Jian's face through the hazy moonlight shining through the window, the outline was already a bit blurred, but it seemed that because of this blurring, he lacked a lot of chill.Murong Chong didn't answer.

"Still hate me?" Fu Jian asked, and before Murong Chong could reply, he said: "I know you can't let go of this knot, it's okay, I will let you let go."

Fu Jian's fingers slid down Murong's back all the way. Through the thin clothes, Fu Jian did not miss Murong Chong's reaction. After a long time, he realized that Murong Chong's tense body still did not relax. Fu Jian sighed helplessly. , and just hugged him and fell asleep.