Fu Jian stood in place with the arrow, the arrow dangled in his hand, he saw Murong Chong's doubts, on his square face, the two bundles of beard were upturned, and they were swinging one by one, which was a sign of his smile, the outline of his face was too distinct, when he didn't speak or ponder, his appearance looked a little fierce and terrifying, but when he smiled, he showed some naïve.

Fu Jian took another arrow from his waist, put it on the bow, and said with a smile: "Phoenix, do you think I am cheating?" Is it good to communicate with the red-dressed? Hmph, I can use Fu Jian to fake? ”

Murong Chong lowered his head and said, "Feng Huang'er doesn't dare to doubt Your Majesty, it's just that Your Majesty's arrow is really good, Feng Huang'er is envious, and I want to experience it in person!" ”

Fu Jian's beard swayed on one side, stared at Murong Chong and said, "You go to hold the arrow, the arrow doesn't have long eyes, aren't you afraid?" ”

"I'm not afraid!" Murong Chong said with his neck on his head, what are you afraid of, at most death, but the best is death, if you die, you will no longer be humiliated, if it is not Fu Jian's prostitution, you can follow him to learn a lot of skills in governing the country and the army, and then ......

He thought for a moment and said, "Feng Huang'er believes in His Majesty's ability!" Your Majesty can't hurt Emperor Feng! ”

Fu Jian took down the arrow of the red-robed man, handed it to Murong Chong, and said, "Phoenix, you and I have a soul in our hearts, you trust me, I am naturally happy, you go!" I'm going to convince you! ”

"If you can't shoot, you'll have to promise me a condition!" Murong Chong said.

Fu Jian smiled, "Fenghuang'er, aren't you provoking me?" ”

"I bet that Your Majesty won't be able to shoot, and then promise Emperor Feng a condition!"

Fu Jian stretched out and wanted to twist Murong Chong's flushed face, but Murong Chong avoided it, and he smiled: "When did Feng Huang'er mention the condition that I didn't agree?" ”

"Good! This is what Your Majesty should have come down! Murong Chong took off the green robe he was wearing, and he was wearing a water-red underwear, which made his face flushed, he took a white sweat towel from Changshi's hand and tied it up at the waist, his thin as a bee's waist, Fu Jian saw it, the color in his eyes changed again, and he laughed softly: "Feng Nu'er's waist is so thin...... Wait for me to touch it! ”

After saying that, he stepped forward to hug Murong Chong's waist, Murong Chong's face became red again, and after a while, he turned pale again, he held a arrow in his hand, hit Fu Jian's hand mercilessly, and then ran towards the dozen or so attendants without looking back, shouting as he ran: "Your Majesty, you come and shoot me!" ”

"Your Majesty, you're going to shoot me!" Hearing these words in Fu Jian's ears, it became extremely ambiguous again, his beard was raised again, he touched his lips, put the arrow in his hand on the bow, and aimed at Murong Chong, you can't escape from the palm of my hand, shoot, my Feng Nu'er!

Murong Chong ran among more than a dozen attendants, he didn't look at Fu Jian, he didn't know when he shot the arrow, but he could hear the sound of the arrow breaking through the air, he didn't have anything, he just stood up straight decisively, and then unexpectedly, he quickly pulled down the arrow held above his head, right in front of his face.

The arrow is made of a book, Fu Jian's arrow is like a meteor, full of power, it will definitely be able to pass through the thin plate in an instant, shoot directly through his face, and then pass through his head, so that he will die a very ugly death, but Fu Jian He will lose, as long as he loses, he Murong Chong is willing to give his life.

If he dies like this, it is not considered suicide, it is not his family, his family will not be responsible for his death, on the contrary, because he was killed by Fu Jian with a bow and arrow, Fu Jian feels guilty, and can only be better for their Murong family.

Unlike his first suicide, Fu Jian didn't have time to get angry and angry, his third brother, the emperor of Guyan, and the Xinxing Marquis of Great Qin, was also angry first, and sent someone to tell him: "Murong Chong, you are so bold, you think that if you die alone, it will be over, and the entire Murong family will suffer because of your death, His Majesty the Heavenly King will think that we have no sincerity in surrendering to Qin, and you will die easily, but let the people we stay behind suffer for your death?" ”

In addition, it was his sister Murong Wanrou, his own brothers and brothers, and even his biological mother who persuaded him to stay by Fu Jian's side obediently, enjoy the glory and wealth at the same time, and escort their Murong family, Murong Chong was not even qualified to die, when he thought of this, he was even more painful and sad than knowing that he would become a Feng slave and suffer humiliation under Fu Jian at night.

Now, he's going to die, die well, and death is liberation! Murong Chong thought silently, happily welcoming the death that belonged to him.

But......

Murong Chong just felt a weight on his head, and he didn't feel anything, there was no unimaginable pain, and there was no fluttering soul returning to the western sky, he turned his eyes and saw that all the people stopped and looked at him blankly.

He didn't die as he wished, he was still awake, Murong Chong took off the arrow that was blocking his face, but he felt that his head was much heavier than the original, he raised his head slightly, and saw a small piece of white feather feather swaying in front of his eyes, he reached out and touched it, the huge arrow passed through his upward upright bun, Yu Ling was passing through the middle, the bun was steady, impartial, only half of the arrow, just like inserting a huge hairpin into Murong Chong's cupola, such a big hairpin, It was ridiculous to dangle above his head, laughing at Murong Chong's stupidity.

Murong Chong's feet softened, and he slid on the ground, Fu Jian held the bow in his hand, still maintaining a shooting posture, like a hero, not angry and arrogant. As soon as his eyes turned, the attendants understood, and disappeared in an instant, Fu Jian stood for a while, there was no trace of a smile on his face, and there was a coldness on his face, he took out an arrow from his back, pulled out the bow and aimed at Murong Chong, and asked loudly: "Murong Chong, you!" Don't you want to live? ”

Murong Chong looked up and saw that the arrow was clearly aimed at him, as soon as he let go, he disappeared, he couldn't see the silent Fu Jian behind the arrow, when Fu Jian didn't speak, his face was extremely fierce, his eyes were full of extremely sharp light, and he could shoot people directly when he rushed over, at this moment Fu Jian called him "Murong Chong", not "Phoenix" or "Brother Huang", or the "Phoenix Nuer" he hated the most.

Fu Jian is really angry!

Murong Chong was calm, he stood up upright, threw away the arrow, and calmly took off the arrow above his head and threw it on the ground, looking directly in the direction of Fu Jian, Fu Jian's arrow was fired, and went straight to Murong Chong, but it did not fall on Murong Chong's body, and fell in front of his boots.

Then the arrows flew over one by one, lined up in front of Murong Chong, neatly and neatly.

Fu Jian flicked his bow to the ground and said lightly, "You are not qualified to hunt!" ”

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, picked up the arrow on the ground, hurriedly caught up with Fu Jian and said, "Your Majesty, are you a person who counts?" ”

Fu Jian's footsteps did not stop, his face was cold, and he threw a sentence, "Of course!" ”

"Your Majesty didn't shoot the arrow, did you lose?" Murong Chong tried his best to keep up with Fu Jian.

Fu Jian paused slightly, and could only say, "Of course!" ”

"If you lose, promise me a request, isn't this what Your Majesty said?"

"Of course!"

"You teach me archery! I'm going to as well as you do! Murong Chong said.

"Okay, I'm already your writing master, and I can't ask for it to be my archery master, but you have to answer a question first!" Fu Jian looked strange.

Murong Chong nodded.

"Just now you put down the sign, are you begging for death?"

"It's not begging for death, how can I beg for death, I know that Your Majesty will not let me die, Your Majesty's archery skills are so good, I ...... Just want to win! Murong Chong's voice lowered, like a dream.

Murong Chong's voice was originally hoarse, a small magnetism, coupled with the fact that the little boy did not change his voice, as if a sick child was distressed, Fu Jian instantly forgot Fang Cai's anger, reached out and touched Murong Chong's face, Murong Chong did not resist, meekly lowered his head, and looked ashamed, now he has understood, death and life are not up to him, so he keeps the humiliation, let himself live, learn more things, and will always need it in the future.