Chapter Eighty-Nine: Joy

Wei Heming had thought about what it would be like if he told Chu Fengge about his rebirth in the coming day.

Maybe Chu Fengge only thinks he is a fool and dreams, or maybe he will ask him if he succeeded in usurping the throne in his previous life, or he will ask him if the two of them have the same bond in his previous life as in this life.

But he never imagined that the honesty of the two would be the current situation.

What he didn't expect was that he thought that he had always been a dying man in his previous life, and he had already seen everything clearly, but he didn't even see Chu Fengge's intentions.

Confused.

Wei Heming turned over on the felt bunk, and couldn't help but want to slap himself, but he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping person in the other corner of the tent.

What did he do in his previous life? I still proudly thought that my past was gone, but I didn't know that I had already incurred a lot of debt.

What did Chu Fengge experience in his previous life?

When the country was imprisoned and was looked down upon, did anyone support him? When he rushed to the battlefield, did anyone worry about him? When he was discouraged, did anyone lend a helping hand to him?

If so, how did it become what it is now?

If not......

I didn't know it in my previous life, but I had seen Chu Fengge's situation in this life, how could I face the isolation he once had?

What's more, the shell of Chu Fengge today contains the soul of an adult, but King Wenrui in his previous life was really just a child.

Wei Heming almost didn't dare to think deeply, an inexplicable anxiety burned from the tip of his heart to the top of his head, and finally turned over and got out of bed gently, tiptoeing to Chu Fengge's felt shop.

Chu Fengge was closing his eyes, looking calm and quiet, and the sound of his even and gentle breathing dissipated all the anger in his day. Inky strands of hair were scattered next to his cheeks, trembling slightly with his breathing, inexplicably seductive.

Wei Heming stared for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the soft hair, but his fingers were reluctant to leave the moment they touched his skin.

He didn't even dare to move his fingers for half an inch, he only stayed there, and finally slowly leaned down as if he was stunned, his lips fell on Chu Fengge's lips, and he sighed in his throat: "Your Highness......"

As if in contact with the long-awaited Ganlin, his lips involuntarily moved downward, and the touch was soft as if a feather had skimmed, and his gentle expression was a little obsessive.

Chu Fengge's throat moved.

Wei Heming was awakened by the warmth of his lips in a trance, and suddenly came back to his senses, almost unable to believe that Fang Cai's bold move was done by himself, and instantly turned red to the roots of his ears.

He was so shocked that he took two steps back, and when he saw that Chu Fengge was still sleeping peacefully, he fled back to his felt bunk in a hurry, his whole body curled up and buried in the thick felt velvet, and the skin that emerged from the gap was a strange pink.

Affection is polite, affection is polite

Wei Heming muttered the sour words that he had disdained in the past, but he couldn't help but recall the confusion of that moment in his mind.

Chu Fengge's eyelashes trembled at the other corner of the tent, and his eyes opened a slit, faintly revealing a little dissatisfaction.

It's just that the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up slightly, and he slowly closes his eyes, and his sleeping appearance is the same as Fang Cai.

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After this night, the atmosphere between the two of them has been quite strange for several days, and even the shopkeeper Huang can see that something is wrong.

Chu Fengge is quite normal, even softer than usual, but Wei Heming is the opposite of his usual calmness, although his words and smiles are as usual, his eyes drift to Chu Fengge from time to time, as if he has scruples, but he seems to be concerned.

It's just that the tone of King Hu's conversation made Wei Heming's heart a little more steady, and the leader of Beihu seemed to have a faint sense of loosening, and even King Hu's words were to fight for greater benefits for Beihu in trade.

Out of the felt tent, the shopkeeper Huang invited Wei Heming to try the Hu horses he borrowed from the tribe: "These Hu people's horses are just different, don't the young master go for a walk with us?"

Wei Heming is good at riding and shooting on weekdays, and when he heard this, he became interested: "Naturally, I want to go, the young master will open your eyes today." ”

Shopkeeper Huang smiled and pandered: "The young master said everything." ”

Wei Heming heard the disbelief in his words, and couldn't help but feel competitive: "Don't you think that if I am a literary detective, I am really a weak scholar, if I talk about archery alone, I am afraid that His Royal Highness may not remember the young master me." ”

There was a chorus of boos.

The shopkeeper Huang took the lead in laughing: "The young master's cowhide can be blown up, if you say someone else, it's just that, if you say the prince, then Huang will never believe it." ”

Chu Fengge's fierceness is obvious to everyone, and everyone has long seen these days that as long as it is not involved in official business, Wei Heming is a good person, and he jokes that he blew the cowhide into the sky.

Wei Heming snorted lightly and bumped Chu Fengge with his elbow: "Your Highness, you said it yourself, how do you and I compare our archery skills." ”

It's really not that Wei Heming is boasting, he read a lot of the books of those chivalrous people when he was young, and he also worked hard in martial arts, but in terms of strength and skills, he is not as defiant as Su and Chu Fengge.

On the contrary, he is quite talented in archery, and in his previous life, he had five arrows on a fast horse, so he was famous among the Beijing masters.

As for Chu Fengge, although he had never had the opportunity to compete, seeing his appearance when he practiced arching horses, his strength may be much greater than him, but his accuracy may not be as good as him.

Chu Fengge's expression was indifferent: "I'm not as good as you." ”

Wei Heming's face darkened half of his face when he heard this, and the people below him sighed even more: "The prince supports the young master." ”

The shopkeeper Huang spread his hands: "The prince has said so, then let the young master brag." ”

Wei Heming snorted from his nose: "You don't have to follow me, if you don't believe me, I will have a competition with the prince." ”

Chu Fengge raised his eyebrows: "With me?"

Wei Heming hesitated for a moment, and couldn't quite accept the strange atmosphere between the two, trying his best to return to the original mode of getting along with the two, only smiling as if provocative: "What's the matter?

"How dare not. Chu Fengge grabbed his arm violently, and a shallow smile appeared in his eyes. "But what if you lose?"

Wei Heming was slightly stiffened by his look, and he didn't know what he remembered, and even the roots of his ears were slightly red: "It's not certain who loses." ”

Chu Fengge narrowed his eyes: "I don't have anything long, if I lose, I can only make a promise with my body." ”

Wei Heming's ears were even redder: "In front of these people, what nonsense is His Highness talking about?"

Chu Fengge was still in hot pursuit: "Then when there is no one, you can say it?"

Wei Heming fled in despair, refusing to talk to him again, only urging the shopkeeper Huang to let them see his archery skills.

Or different.

Previously, he only regarded Chu Fengge as a teenager much younger than himself, and listening to his love words, he inevitably felt a little like facing a child.

But now that I think about it, Chu Fengge is actually my own peer, if you really want to talk about it, both of them are still a lot older, and when they listen to those words with vague meanings, they can't stand it.

How did he say those words that made people blush? Wei Heming was puzzled.

After a while, the shopkeeper Huang came with a few horses, Wei Heming saw that his hands were itchy, so he took the lead in grabbing one, neatly turned over on the horse, and turned around a few times.

Everyone smiled and said, "The young master still has some ability." ”

Wei Heming laughed, rode Chu Fengge's side, snatched the bow and arrow hanging on his horse's side, tried his hand, pulled the bow and smiled: "You guys have shown me accurately." ”

As he spoke, he galloped his horse over, and five phantoms flew out of the place where he passed, and went in one direction in turn.

Everyone was stunned, Wei Heming raised his chin, raised his horsewhip and pointed at the stake in the distance, and smiled: "Which of you went to show the young master, did you shoot?"

The stake was just a black spot in everyone's sight, and everyone refused to believe it, so they gathered around Wei Heming to take a look.

When they got close to the stake, everyone saw that the five white feather arrows landed exactly at the same point, and they were exactly the same.

Chu Fengge said softly: "The strength is poor. ”

Wei Heming was not convinced: "It's because His Highness's bow is too heavy and he can't get used to it." ”

Chu Fengge chuckled lowly and stopped talking, leaving only Shopkeeper Huang and the others in amazement.

After a while, when everyone dispersed, Wei Heming leaned over again, hesitated for a long time, and said softly: "Your Highness can see it?"

Chu Fengge picked the corners of his lips: "What do you see?"

"Five arrows in a row," Wei Heming stared at the empty grassland, his voice much softer. "Your Highness mentioned it in a previous life. ”

After he lost his legs and was confined to a wheelchair.

He had mentioned it to him.

"See. ”

Wei Heming stretched out his hand and covered Chu Fengge's hand holding the reins, and slowly tightened: "It'll be fine." ”

"Huh?"

Wei Heming tilted his head slightly, stared at Chu Fengge's bottomless inky eyes, and said categorically: "I'm not a gentleman, Your Highness is different from before, everything will be fine." ”

When he said this, he looked more like the young man who had just entered the officialdom and vowed to live up to his original intention.

can always stir up the wind and rain in those dark eyes.

"Wei Heming......" Chu Fengge wanted to say something, but was interrupted.

The young man on the horse reddened his ears slightly, and his eyes were bright and bright: "Your Highness, I am pleased with you." ”