Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Chapter 10 The Road to Endurement

Afterwards, Murong Chong never left his camp during the hunt, and Fu Jian never mentioned Murong Chong again, and everything went on as usual without any change.

For an emperor, how can there be someone or something that he can't get?If there is, people must die, and objects must be destroyed.

Perhaps it is very lucky for Murong Chong to be alive at this moment.

Fu Jian rode his horse and stood in front of the team, happily announcing: "Today's hunting champion, I will reward you very much!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The group replied magnificently.

Just as Fu Jian reined in his horse's head, a man in gray rushed to the front of the horse and knelt down, and said loudly, "Caomin has something to say!"

The visitor knelt in front of the horse, trembling slightly and bowing his head, Fu Jian frowned displeasedly and said, "Who are you? What are you talking about?"

"Caomin is just a sympathetic companion. He has always heard that Wang Shangsheng is kind and strict, so I have a bold word to play."

"Say."

"One of the grass-roots people dare to ask that the king has been out of the palace to hunt for dozens of days, and the ministers of the court are all accompanying him. Who handles domestic political affairs? Who cares about the people's livelihood? The king is the king of a country, and he is responsible for the world. It is the king's fault to be responsible for the people, but to abandon the court today because of his own selfish desires. The other important officials who accompanied him knew that the king's actions were wrong, but they were all indulged in selfish desires, and none of them dared to risk their lives to ask for advice. It was the fault of the court ministers."

After hearing what he said, Fu Jian asked back with a sneer: "They dare not speak out, but you dare to come and die?"

"Cao Min is willing to exchange his life for the king to think twice."

"You really belong to you alone. With such great ambitions, how could you just be a pitiful person." Fu Jian sarcastically sarcastically said, and he whipped his horse away after finishing speaking.

Concentrating on hunting can make him forget all troubles. Drought in the north, flood in the south, plague in the east, turmoil in the west, the proposal was opposed by all the ministers, and there is a little thing who has never heard of it beside him... …

All these important and unimportant things can be temporarily forgotten by him. At the moment when he raises his bow and arrow to aim at the prey, all he cares about is whether the arrow in front of him is aimed at the poor life, and all his energy is only focused on these two points In the meantime, the rest can be forgotten.

As soon as Fu Jian returned to the camp from the hunting ground, he saw Wang Meng sitting on one side with his shirt on, and when he saw him coming in, he immediately got up and saluted.

Fu Jian nodded, and said: "Ai Qing doesn't need to be polite." As he spoke, he walked straight past Wang Meng and sat on the head.

Wang Meng didn't get up, but bowed his head and said: "I heard what the pity said today, I beg the king to think twice."

"I know what you mean when you come. Why, now even Aiqing, you are going to accuse me of being greedy for a moment of selfish desires and disregarding the country and the country?" Fu Jian said with a smile, but the smile was very cold , Leaning on the back of the chair, Fu Jian flipped through the memorial in front of him in boredom, and said lightly: "Is there no one else here except Aiqing? Are they all afraid, or do they think that what I did was not wrong?"

"I'm just doing my duty as a minister, and I hope that the king will drive back to the palace immediately." After Wang Meng finished speaking, he kowtowed to Fu Jian again.

"What a duty, the people of the world fulfill their responsibilities, and the ministers fulfill their responsibilities, but I can't fulfill my responsibilities as a king!" Fu Jian finished speaking loudly, but as if discouraged, he sat down, and had a long He took a deep breath and said slowly: "That's all, go back to the palace, and you can also step back."

Princess Qinghe was introduced into the king's tent in the evening, and Fu Jian sat there, neither smiling nor stunned, no different from usual.

Princess Qinghe bowed silently, stepped forward, and asked gently while skillfully making tea: "May the king ask this concubine to offend me?"

Fu Jian smiled helplessly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. It seemed that the taste of the tea satisfied him, so he said, "Let's talk, there are many people who offended me today, and you are not the only one."

"Qinghe dare to ask, is there any reason why the king is in a bad mood because of Chong'er?"

Fu Jian's hand holding the cup froze, his face changed slightly, he didn't answer her question, and asked instead: "I also have a question I want to ask you." It was a question, but without a questioning tone.

"Qinghe dare not."

"You asked what you shouldn't ask, and you said what you shouldn't say. I really think there is nothing that your Murong family dare not."

Princess Qinghe didn't answer, she just stood aside quietly, neither crying nor begging for mercy, nor acting coquettishly nor please.

Fu Jian laughed instead, and said: "A princess is a princess after all, and people raised by nobles are different from those women who are empty and beautiful."

Princess Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her expression remained calm, but she poured tea for Fu Jian again.

Fu Jian continued: "If someone asks me what he means to me in this harem, or if he..."

"It's probably because of love." Before Fu Jian finished speaking, Princess Qinghe interrupted: "We women are always stingy, especially Yu Husband. Because of the rules, we can't always say it, but no It's not that I don't mind, but which beautiful woman does my husband like today? Or does he always care more about which one than me?"

"If you are a wife, you are not too afraid. After all, you are a wife, but you always care more; if you are a concubine, you are more afraid than you are concerned. But anyway, it is because you fell in love with this man."

"Will you mind if you fall in love?" Fu Jian asked.

Qinghe nodded, and said: "Women will care if they fall in love, but I'm afraid it's not just women, men may also be like this. It's just that men change too fast, and women are often unwilling to change."

Qinghe put down the teapot in his hand, sat down next to Fu Jian, and said: "The king has never cared about it, because he has never loved, and he has never tried to wait for someone, guarding a lonely lamp. But the king is the king after all. Above, if you defend it for one person, you will always abandon the people of the world.”

Fu Jian smiled, as if he had finally swept away the worries of the past few days, he casually held Princess Qinghe in his arms, and said softly to her, "Qinghe is Qinghe after all!"

Qinghe also lowered her head and smiled, so Fu Jian didn't see the smile that didn't reach her eyes when she lowered her eyelashes.Feng Huang, is Elder Sister doing it for your own good, or harming you?

Murong Chong seemed to have fallen into the same contemplation as before, in a trance, eating and sleeping in a dull manner, and sitting blankly when awake, like an empty shell without a soul.

But his heart was churning, his thoughts were planning, his ego was messing around, and there was no response on his face.

There were whispers outside the door from time to time, Murong Chong listened quietly.

"It's said that grace is unpredictable. It seems to be true. Look at how a good person becomes like this once he falls out of favor."

Murong Chong sneered, and walked straight to the door. The guard who was chewing his tongue was startled when he came out, and before he had time to react, he heard Murong Chong say: "Please send a message to Wang Shangtong for me, saying that Murong Chong asked for an interview." Holy."

The guard's face changed when he heard that, and he said coyly: "We are just guards, we really don't have the qualifications to pass on the message for the young master."

"Then find someone who is qualified to pass it on, otherwise you may not be able to gossip like a woman." Murong Chong said coldly before turning around and going back.

Only two guards were left staring at each other, one of them suddenly stretched out his hand and hit the other, cursing: "I told you to stop talking nonsense, sooner or later you will get involved, the girls don't have you!" Such a broken mouth!"

"It's strange, you would ask to see me." Fu Jian sat upright, squinting at Murong Chong.

"Chong didn't expect His Majesty to find something strange." Murong Chong asked back.

"I think there are many strange things, and you are the first one."

"It's really an honor for Chong." Murong Chong said with a smile, a completely different smile from before shook Fu Jian's mind.

Fu Jian sighed helplessly, and waved to Murong Chong who was standing there, signaling him to come to his side.Murong Chong approached obediently, and Fu Jian embraced him as expected, resting his head on Murong Chong's shoulder and sniffing the faint fragrance of his hair.

At the end, he sighed and said: "If only you were always so obedient, I will definitely love you very much."

"Does Your Majesty really just want me to be obedient? If I am like everyone else, Your Majesty may never remember that there is such a person named Murong Chong."

"You can still think about bickering with me, it seems much better." Fu Jian rubbed his head as usual, and the haze of the past few days subconsciously dissipated.

Murong Chong simply rested his head in Fu Jian's arms and refused to answer.Just this small action greatly pleased Fu Jian. He stretched out his hand and raised Murong Chong's face, forcing him to look at him. Seeing his unavoidable eyes and flushed face, Fu Jian couldn't help laughing. said.

When Murong Chong heard his laughter, he pretended to be angry and slapped his hand off, trying to struggle out of Fu Jian's arms awkwardly.How could Fu Jian do as he wished, wrapping his arms around his waist with one hand and his legs with the other, so that Murong Chong could only obediently calm down in his arms.

"I miss you." Fu Jian bit his ear to the awkward man in his arms.

Murong Chong froze for a moment, then lowered his head and said softly, "Me too."

Fu Jian smiled, picked up Murong Chong horizontally, and put him on the soft couch beside him.

Murong Chong just pretended to push back a few times, but he didn't continue to resist Fu Jian's kiss, and slowly, tried to respond to him bit by bit.

Fu Jian was slightly surprised by the rare initiative of the other party, but his already chaotic mind did not continue to think, but excitedly drove him and responded to him.In a blink of an eye, Fu Jian had already jumped on him.

Murong Chong tried his best to relax, but his body tensed up uncontrollably. No matter how he persuaded himself, he couldn't completely accept Fu Jian's touch. No matter how he pretended to resist from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't hide it.

Only this time, Fu Jian didn't notice it.

Murong Chong's rare active response was a great delusion to Fu Jian, and at least it made Fu Jian's judgment not accurate.

Another sleepless night...

Fu Jian fell asleep next to Murong Chong in the middle of the night. Murong Chong couldn't close his eyes. Every time he closed his eyes after the end, it was like he was powerless to fight and was forced to have sex. The huge shame was almost unbearable. .Murong Chong lay with his back facing Fu Jian, watching the corner of the curtain being blown up by the wind from time to time, and the light from outside sneaked in an inch.

Murong Chong didn't even realize that a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and then disappeared into his temples.