The morning sun is warm, naturally through the leaves, projected onto people's bodies, extremely comfortable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut under the cliffs around Yecheng, it's not like this.

There are many vines under the cliff, and most of the people who fall from it are hung on the vines and save their lives. But there are also those who are unlucky, and their necks are broken by vines, and even some of them pass through the vines and fall to the ground, and their broken bones are light. Through the dense vines, you can see the ground. About a dozen people sat by the fire, some pretending to sleep, some bandaging their wounds. Behind them was a man whose hands were tied behind him with ropes made of vines and who was still unconscious. Next to it was his sword.

"We were so lucky, we didn't expect to fall from above and not fall to our deaths." One person said.

The other person sorted out his armor, glanced at the person who spoke, and smiled slightly, "Yes, not only is he not dead, but he also picked up a character, as long as he is brought back and handed over to His Majesty, I will have no worries about food and clothing." ”

"Alas, do you say he is really Murong Qiusi?" Another soldier, who was pretending to be asleep, was woken up by them, rubbed his eyes, and asked with some confusion. "It feels like a dream, falling from above, not dead, God has already treated us well, and gave us a big living treasure that can keep us food and clothing worry-free?"

The soldier who was arranging his armor looked back at Murong Qiusi, and said with certainty, "It's him, I know him, he didn't wear armor on the battlefield, and the enemy general who was dressed in white bubbles, it was he who attacked us with thousands of soldiers and horses, which made us chaotic, and when we fled, we would be squeezed out." ”

"Hey, be careful what you say. What does it mean to mess us up? Your Majesty knows what you said, and you will be killed. Another soldier leaning on the ground sat up and joined in the discussion.

"Hey, it's good not to die. Do you want to pay attention to the fart? Your Majesty thought that we were all hanging, but if you don't say it, who knows. "The soldier who straightens the armor is not satisfied.

These soldiers talked to me at a glance, but they just fell to the ground behind their backs, and Murong Qiusi, whose back was stained red with blood, was still unconscious. Lying quietly, it seems that everything has nothing to do with him.

In the city of Chang'an, in the palace. Murong Chong has been arranged by Fu Jian and has already lived in **. was arranged to live temporarily in Yunxi Palace, because Fu Jian planned to build a separate dormitory for him.

Murong Chong was not so happy in his heart, when he moved in. Fu Jian said that he would arrange for him to serve him, but he refused all. He is Zhou Yuqin, but now he is Murong Chong's appearance, so he was brought into the ** by Fu Jian to live, and he had to arrange maids, how could this be. He doesn't want to be cheeky, he still doesn't want to listen to those trivial gossip.

Take a seat at a delicate table with your hands on your cheeks. is just such a simple woman, who often has movements that should be awkward in a man, but because of Murong Chong's beautiful face, she has become out of place, and if she doesn't look closely, she still feels that it is just a beautiful woman sitting at this table.

"Where will Qiu Si be held?" Murong Chong muttered to himself, thinking in his heart how to save Murong Qiusi and get himself out. If he really handed himself over to Fu Jian in this palace, how could he be worthy of Murong Qiusi's affection for him who did not hesitate to risk his life and fight against fate to be with him? I'm also sorry for the trust of the master and Qian'er.

"Hahahaha..." Before I saw anyone, I had already heard Fu Jian's laughter. Murong Chong's heart suddenly became nervous, almost all the nerves in his body tensed, and he secretly swore in his heart that if Fu Jian dared to force her, she would die with Fu Jian.

"Qin'er, are you alright?" As soon as Fu Jian entered the door, he sat next to Murong Chong by himself, looking at her, and his eyes were full of happiness.

"Aren't you in the early dynasty?" Murong Chong opened the topic and replied lightly.

Fu Jian poured himself a glass of water, raised his head and drank it, before he said, "Do you know what those ministers said about me?" They actually said that I have a habit of breaking sleeves in Longyang, hahahaha, do you think it's funny? ”

"Really?" Murong Chong glanced at her and said deliberately, "You brought me into the ** with the body of a man, and said that you would build a palace for me, isn't this a habit of breaking sleeves?" Fu Jian, do you really like men? ”

"Huh. Hahahaha..."Fu Jian didn't laugh angrily, and then replied, "Qin'er, I love you, I don't care if you are a man or a woman." Believe it? Even if you really become a man, I dare to ask for you. ”

"You..."Murong was speechless in anger, what is this? How can this Fu Jian be so unreasonable, can't he hear that he is showing his disdain for him? "Love? Where does love come from? How has there been? ”

"Maybe you don't, but I'm a king, and if I do, that's fine." Fu Jian looked at Murong Chong domineeringly and said.

"Fu Jian, I said you were destined, right. However, I, Zhou Yuqin, will never fall in love with you in this life, so what about fate? I don't love, I just don't love. Do you just love it? I don't love you, all you get is a shell, what's the use? King? Hehe, hahahaha, you can get the world, but you can't get my little heart, Fu Jian, you are a good king and helpless. Murong Chong squinted at Fu Jian, his face was full of ridicule and anger, yes, he hated the person in front of him, why was it? Why not his beloved? Why did he step in and break up himself and Murong Qiusi?

Fu Jian was stunned for a moment and tilted his head slightly. I don't know what I'm thinking. After a while, he slowly stood up, turned his back to Murong Chong, and his words seemed a little lonely and unwilling, "Are you hating me?" But whatever you want, just think about it, if it weren't for your eagerness to cut off my fate, how could you know me so well? Zhou Yuqin, you keep saying that I broke you up. If you hadn't come to me, how could I have fallen in love with you so quickly and tried to get you? Of course you can not love me, but I will wait until the day you say yes before possessing you. You ask yourself, do you really love him that much? ”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Murong Chong to answer, Fu Jian brushed his sleeves and left.

"Love?" Murong Chong lay quietly on the table, the corners of his eyes were sour, and after a while, tears fell in large numbers. "Yes, Qiu Si, I really don't love you that much, otherwise how could I let you be hurt for me again and again? Qiu Si, I'm so useless, what I can do is always say I'm sorry over and over again behind your back......"

It was close to noon, and the soldiers at the bottom of the cliff felt that they were almost rested. Stand up and stretch one by one.

"Alright, we're almost taking this guy back." The soldier put on his armor.

"Well, it's time to go, too." As the other soldier spoke, he went to see Murong Qiusi, but he was startled. "Ah, you ......"

It turned out that Murong Qiusi was standing straight behind them, with a dagger in his mouth, and the rope had been cut. He also had his sword in his hand. At this time, seeing that the soldiers had spotted him, the other hand quickly threw the broken rope on the ground and took the dagger.

"Where did you get the dagger?"

"I'm sorry, I'm used to being prepared. Thank you, you still help me keep my Heavenly Tribulation Sword. Murong Qiusi said that he had already pointed his sword at these people.

"Brothers, he is wounded, go up together, catch him. If it really can't be done, I will take the body back. A soldier suggested.

Several other people obviously agreed with his statement, pulled out their weapons, and rushed towards Murong Qiusi. Murong Qiusi grasped the Heavenly Tribulation Sword tightly, used his true power, and quickly attacked with his sword, and within a few rounds, seven or eight of the ten people had been killed. The remaining two saw that the situation was not good, so they turned around and ran. Where is Murong Qiusi willing to let go? Flying up, the moment he landed in front of a soldier, he had already drawn his sword, and sealed his throat with a sword. He quickly turned around and threw the dagger out of his hand, hitting the back of a soldier in front of him. The soldier fell down before he could scream.

Murong Qiusi slammed his sword on the ground, and the breeze blew through it, lifting his robe. In the wind, Murong Qiusi stood a little shaky, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was saying something, but before he could say it, he fell down again. Coma again.