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The first time Murong Chong wore this body, Fu Jian was very happy, every time he practiced archery, he ordered him to wear it like this, so that no matter which position Murong Chong went to, Fu Jian could see it at a glance, sometimes looking at it, Fu Jian would suddenly raise the arrow and aim at Murong Chong, Murong Chong saw it, he was not afraid or dodged, only facing the arrow, and his face showed a slight smile.

Fu Jian was still holding the arrow, and asked him, "Fenghuang'er, aren't you afraid that I will shoot an arrow at it?" ”

Murong Chong didn't answer, but the expression on his face was very tragic, as if to say: I'm not afraid, it's easy to die under His Majesty's arrows!

Fu Jian suddenly shot the arrow into the air, laughed, and said with a smile: "I can't bear it now, but you remember, you will always be the object of my arrow." ”

Now, Murong Wanrou is wearing Murong Chong's short shirt and trousers, walking step by step, just like Murong Chong's face, soft and charming like peach blossoms, but with a touch of women's unique richness.

Murong Wanrou had never seen such a Fu Jian, bulging like a breath, the look on her face seemed to be lonely, painful, and murderous, and the light in her eyes was blazing, so hot that it wanted to melt her.

Murong Wanrou couldn't guess what Fu Jian was thinking, Fu Jian was generous and tolerant on weekdays, and he was very tender, even if this arrow really hit him, maybe he didn't care, maybe he just laughed at it, but at that time, such Fu Jian seemed to be about to peel her and swallow her, Murong Wanrou trembled, the soles of her feet were weak, and it took a long time to walk up to Fu Jian, and the slaves and maids next to him saw some clues, and they had already dispersed, and there were only these two people left in the main hall.

Fu Jian suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed Murong Wanrou, and picked her up by the waist, Murong Wanrou was taken aback, and shouted in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty spares your life, the concubine is just practicing archery, I don't want Your Majesty to ......"

Fu Jian didn't answer. With a flick of his hand, he ripped off the peach-colored belt, and the shirt was opened, revealing a snow-white coat and white skin. Fu Jian's hand reached in and grabbed a handful on the bright skin of the white tense, and the force was a little strong, "Ahh has always been gentle, it is the most important moment, and it is just to hug her tightly, but she doesn't know this Fu Jian, hearing her whisper, as if she doesn't feel happy, she bites down on her shoulder with even flesh and bones.

"It hurts-" Murong Wanrou screamed, tears welling up in her eyes, could this be His Majesty's punishment for her offense in archery? A thought flashed through Murong Wanrou's mind, and she closed her mouth in time. Swallowing the pain that was about to overflow into her stomach again, she opened her eyes wide, blinked a few more times, and forced tears into her eyes.

Murong Wanrou screamed "pain" and threw Fu Jian into the top of the excitement, he threw Murong Wanrou on the couch, waiting for the bone-crushing begging for mercy like before, but no, Fu Jian looked up at Murong Wanrou with her eyes wide open, her brows furrowed and she gritted her teeth in pain. Fu Jian lowered his head again to find her other shoulder, and bit down, this time using more force, Murong Wanrou couldn't stand it. He cried out again and said, "Your Majesty...... Under...... Spare the concubine ......"

Her cry was low and whimpering, Fu Jian let her go, put his head to her ear, and coaxed softly: "Call me Jian'er, quick, scream!" ”

Murong Wanrou had already lost her thoughts in pain. Fu Jian let go of her shoulder, she had to take a breath, and she didn't know what "Jiantouer" was, so she hurriedly shouted: "Jiantouer, Jiantouer...... Stronghead...... You're going to spare me! ”

Her voice was crying, because the pain was hoarse, such a call was really **, Fu Jian excitedly took her into his arms, kissed and kissed, and said in a dumb voice: "Feng Nu'er, my dear Feng Nu'er, let Jiantou'er hurt you, hurt you!" ”

Fu Jian's closeness was warm and obsessive, Murong Wanrou forgot the pain on her shoulders at once, and she didn't care who this Feng slave was, so her body softened, climbed up, and all her reserves were left behind, and she rose and fell with Fu Jian until she fainted.

When Murong Wanrou woke up, it was dark all around, she was trapped in a softness, her body was soft and weak, but it was extremely comfortable, it turned out that this was the love of men and women, a few years ago it was in vain, she moved her body, her body was sore, she only felt that her bare feet were being grabbed tightly, and there was only one caressing at the soles of her feet.

Murong Wanrou stiffened her body and touched it gently, there was not a single strand on her body, it was as smooth as jade satin, and then she heard a heavy sigh, which frightened her and hurriedly closed her eyes, "Alas-" The sigh came again, and when she heard it carefully, it was Fu Jian's voice.

Murong Wan softened her body and continued to pretend to be asleep, only to feel that her feet and calves were being stroked by Fu Jian over and over again, and finally heard Fu Jian mutter, "Feng Nu'er, you will never leave Jiantou again?" Why are you so ruthless, he too, he too, he is dead, no longer with me, you all leave me, call me alone, Feng Nuer, only at night, you are so obedient and lingering, but as soon as the morning dawns, you rush to leave me, I can only grab your feet naked, you have no way to escape...... Feng Nuer...... Don't leave me, don't leave Jiantou! ”

Murong Wanrou listened to Fu Jian's deep voice calling "Feng Nu'er" over and over again, her voice was full of infatuation and love, she couldn't help but wonder who this "Feng Nu'er" was, she lifted her feet gently, leaned over, and rubbed Fu Jian's shoulder affectionately, Fu Jian knew that she was awake, grabbed her other naked foot, kissed her and said, "Are you awake?" ”

Murong Wanrou's feet were naked, she was afraid of itching, her body shrank, her feet also shrunk, and she laughed.

Fu Jian's big hand touched it, hugged Murong Wanrou over, and then became excited again, bullied him, kissed him and said, "Feng Nu'er, don't leave me again, don't leave me!" ”

Fu Jian did not call himself "I", but called himself "I", which Murong Wanrou rarely heard, so he said: "Okay, I won't leave you, Your Majesty, who is Feng Nu'er?" ”

As soon as her words came out, Fu Jian's hand suddenly became cold, and after a long time, she only heard Fu Jian ask: "You are not Feng Nu'er?" ”

"Concubine Murong Wanrou, I don't know who Feng Nu'er is?"

Fu Jian seemed to calm down, and after a while, he took Murong Wanrou into his arms and whispered, "It turns out that I had a very beautiful dream!" ”

"Your Majesty, I did it with Your Majesty...... It's not a dream, my body is still in pain, Your Majesty is like a wolf and a tiger, but the concubine likes it, who is Feng Nu'er, she can do it, and the concubine can do it? ”

Fu Jian's body stiffened, he sat up straight, and said for a while: "Aifei, do you know? Wang Meng is dead! ”

"Wang Meng is dead?" Murong Wanrou has been in the palace for so long, of course she knows who Wang Meng is, he is in power, except for Fu Jian and his majesty in the Great Qin Dynasty, it is his Wang Meng who is the most powerful, and I also know that this Wang Meng wants to get rid of their Murong family and hurry up, Wang Meng is dead, it is a great joy and a great joy for the entire Murong family.

Murong Wanrou knew that she couldn't show it, she suppressed her pleasure and comforted: "Prime Minister Wang Cheng has met Your Majesty in this life, and has achieved a great career, which can be regarded as a meritorious life, Your Majesty, please mourn and change!" ”

Fu Jian heard Murong Wanrou say "Mourning and change", he felt strange, why did he only have loneliness and loneliness in his heart, and he didn't feel sad, he should be grieved, but he didn't feel grief, what is this?

"Fenghuang'er was sent away by Wang Meng at my request, and now Wang Meng is dead, he is dead!" Fu Jian said.

"Your Majesty means ......" Murong Wanrou was shocked.

"Yes, Wang Meng is dead, I can take Emperor Feng back, I can also attack the Jin Kingdom, I can also become the Emperor Son of Heaven, become the Son of Heaven of the whole world, I don't want to rule with Jin!" Fu Jian finally knew, why didn't he feel sad, but felt relaxed, it turned out that it was Wang Meng's existence that made him, His Majesty the Heavenly King, restrained everywhere, and there was no way to let go of his hands and feet, and the feeling of being clamped on his head and feet was really troublesome and uncomfortable, although Wang Meng made his shoulders and limbs stronger!

"Your Majesty wants to bring Feng Huang'er back?" Murong Wanrou felt that the sky was spinning, Murong Chong was already seventeen years old, and it was impossible to be a shameful and lowly prostitute when he came back, if he really returned to the Qin Palace, his life would be ruined.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Feng is already an adult, and Your Majesty also promised to marry him, the third girl of Uncle Murong Chui's family!"

"I only promised to ask, but I didn't promise to marry!" Fu Jian snorted.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, even if Emperor Feng is not married, but he is already a big man, I heard that there are many beautiful women in his mansion, it is impossible for him to come back, Your Majesty's palace also has countless concubines, Your Majesty and me, I will replace Emperor Feng, we were not perfect just now!"

Fu Jian stopped talking, stood up, slowly put on his robe, and walked out of the Fanghua Palace, the Fanghua Hall had not yet lit the lights, Fu Jian's tall shadow shrugged in the darkness, Murong Wanrou shrank on the couch, watching the shadow disappear into the darkness, only to feel that all thoughts had turned to ashes.

Wang Meng as a great hero of the Great Qin Dynasty, has countless titles, Fu Jian ordered, with the highest treatment of the prince funeral, all the ministers in the court, including himself to the funeral, the officials above the third grade and the prince Fu Hong and the princes to support the coffin, the funeral scene is very grand, from the east of Chang'an to the west, more than ten miles, the people knelt on both sides of the road to send the funeral, sigh the emperor's friendship to the minister, so the emperor is really worth buying his life.

After Wang Meng's funeral, Fu Jian did not go to court for three days, and issued an edict after the third day, saying that he was going to inspect the state capitals and call the prince Fu Hong to supervise the country, and the ministers sighed: "Your Majesty is really affectionate to Prime Minister Wang, Prime Minister Wang Cheng is gone, Your Majesty is not even in the mood to deal with the government, it is really a rare model of monarchs and ministers in ancient and modern times!" (To be continued.) )