i want to love you

Feng Wuji has been a legend of Feng Ling since childhood.

At the age of a few months, he can understand the language, and has a photographic memory; at the age of one, he can recite the history books that his brothers are reciting, word for word; at the age of three, he can write good articles that shocked the Taishi Academy; At the age of four, he was able to compose lyrics and poems; at the age of five, he met a wandering expert, and without a word, he gave up the enjoyment of the palace and worshiped him as his teacher; After Liu won the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he gave way to others and was ordered to return to the palace as the prince.

At the age of 16, it was also a year when Feng Wuji's momentum was in full swing.

After he returned to the palace, he invited Ying to go into battle, used his soldiers like a god, defeated the Southern Kingdom, and took it into his country, amazed everyone in Fengling.

After returning to Beijing, reading a lot of books, endless knowledge, extraordinary decision-making ability, sharp vision of seeing everything, and wisdom in selecting talents, all of a sudden were widely circulated in Kyoto. No one believed that this was a 16-year-old Ability displayed by young people.

After this year, the word "Feng Wuji" has been spread among various countries, and it has an unshakable position in Feng Ling.

Wu Xiangzi, who had fortune-telling for him, once said before his birth: "The immortal in the sky, the proud son of the sky, calls the wind and rain, has power over the world, and has countless noble people to help him throughout his life. It can be said that all wishes come true, but it is a pity that he is arbitrary and willful. Freedom, although you are destined to bring wealth and honor, I'm afraid you don't want to be bound by the palace."

Everything he said was fulfilled. When Feng Wuji was 20 years old, he vowed not to be the emperor in front of the emperor.

What Wuxiangzi said is accurate, Feng Wuji also worshiped him as his teacher, and learned the art of fortunetelling and divination, but within three years, Wuxiangzi has nothing to teach because of what he taught, and he traveled around the world.

Speaking of this, Ru Qiu, who was eloquent, paused for a while, and looked at the master who was listening with relish with a dry smile.

"What's the matter?" Ru Qiu winked at him, "Can I ask the master for a glass of water?"

Long Ziye laughed and poured her a glass of water himself.

"Good Ruqiu, you are really getting bolder and bolder."

Ru Qiu gulped down the glass of water, said with a smile, "Master is getting happier."

Long Ziye blushed, and sighed: "I'm so lucky. Since I was a child, I lived in seclusion for fear of offending others, and I didn't even know about this person."

After Feng Wuji said that he knew nothing about him that day, he asked Ru Qiu to inquire about the news, but he never expected that Feng Wuji, who was only 27 or [-] years old, had already written countless legends.

The phrase "the immortal in the sky, the proud son of the sky" is really accurate.

"So what? No matter what kind of famous person the prince is, the master just cares if the prince loves you or not, doesn't it?"

"Hahaha, that's very well said. This king will reward you very much." The loud and deep laughter interrupted the conversation between the master and the servant. Long Ziye moved his eyes to the screen, and his eyes were full of admiration in the blink of an eye.

Ruqiu who was sitting with the master, no matter how old or young, was stunned for a moment, and immediately got up nervously, blessed himself and said: "My lord, all blessings."

"The king brought some things back and tidied them up for the princess."

"Yes." Ru Qiu backed out with a smile.

"What did you take? I want to see it too."

"Don't worry, it's a mess when you go out now, wait for them to sort it out first." Feng Wuji sat beside Long Ziye, supported his waist with both palms down, and gently squeezed it. "Is it better?"

Long Ziye blushed when he heard him ask something embarrassing. "It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's still a little sour."

"The imperial doctor changed the prescription for you. I've seen it. It's for recuperating your body. After taking it for two or three days, do you feel any discomfort?"

"no."

Feng Wuji leaned forward, pressed his cheek against him and said, "Ziye, today the emperor announced the candidate for the crown prince."

"One family is happy but the family is sad. I don't think this is the end, right? You still have work to do."

"Indeed, but I want you to guess which one it is."

Long Ziye thought about it, most of the princes had heard Feng Wuji say it, but the one who was more impressed was the fifth prince, because his son had made a promise to his unconceived life, thinking of this, he smiled lightly.

"Could it be Brother Five Emperors?"

"clever."

"But didn't you say that he is more than gentle and not domineering, and that he is the weakest among those people and the least favored? Could it be that he is not the one you are looking for?"

Feng Wuji said with admiration: "Exactly, tell me who I like."

"Could it be his son? That child is young but has the air of a general. He is not timid in the face of you and countless royal relatives. He will definitely be a great person in the future." The child's first cry that day was very impressive. .

"I knew you were a piece of jade in the rough. That's right, his son is indeed the one I want." Feng Wuji closed his arms and hugged him in admiration.

"But, this child is still so young..."

"It is necessary to take advantage of the small training so that in the future, we can become the emperor who will share the world with Fengling, Longde, Canggu, and Fansheng, and become the most powerful country among the four kingdoms."

"What?" Long Ziye turned around in surprise, he didn't expect Feng Wuji to have such ambitions.

"What? Do you think I'm overthinking myself?"

"Not really, it's just..." Long Ziye didn't dare to say frankly that although Feng Ling's national power was growing day by day, according to his conscience, it might take time for him to become a powerful country.

Feng Wuji smiled, pecked his red lips and said: "Just wait and see, I am very confident. I understand what you think in your heart, there is no need to worry so much between you and me, just say what you want, keep it in your heart , can't I guess?"

Thinking of his extraordinaryness, Long Ziye asked suspiciously, "Why not you?"

Feng Wuji hugged him and was quiet for a while, as if he was thinking, and then he said: "I enjoy the layout and closing the net, I enjoy controlling everything, I enjoy being number one in the world, and I also enjoy the feeling that everyone respects and fears me, but when Being the emperor, that’s not the case. A good emperor, although he has the prestige above ten thousand people, is actually a canary trapped in a cage. He not only has to worry about his relatives and brothers, but also cares about countless officials, Even the faces of the people of the world."

He paused, and Long Ziye interjected, "This conflicts with your freedom-loving, unfettered temperament. You want to be an underground emperor, not a high-ranking emperor who is hard to fight."

Feng Wuji buried himself in his neck, feeling that he was lucky to meet his bosom friend. "Smart Ziye, if you weren't trapped under the curse of a charlatan, you would be as outstanding a hero as I am."

"But, Lord of Great Skills..." Long Ziye squeezed his hand worriedly.

"I know this well, so let him become one of our own as soon as possible to reduce the risk."

Long Ziye nodded and said, "Do you really think he can take on this important task?"

"It's okay if you can't, not to mention I've done the calculations, he has an extraordinary fate." After saying that, he frowned, and then disappeared very quickly, so that Long Ziye didn't see it.

The hexagrams also showed that he and himself are indeed related by marriage, but it is impossible for him to make Long Ziye pregnant, which is really strange.

"I'm afraid even if his life is not as good as you said, you still want to support him as emperor." Rather than obeying the destiny, it is better to say that he believes in his own vision.

"I want you to be the most honorable person in the whole world, isn't it honorable to be admired by the emperor?"

Long Ziye turned around and hugged him, "I only want you, I don't care about the rest."

Feng Wuji smiled, kissed that sweet lips, and put all his love into his mouth.

There was a slight itching feeling on his face, Long Ziye turned around with a groan, buried his face in the man's broad and thick chest, and fell asleep again.

On the wheat-colored and strong chest, there is a deep scar and fragmentary scars of honor.

Long Ziye breathed in and out, the warm air was blowing on his bare chest, the numbness and tenderness made the man who had already woken up feel fascinated.

His white Sai Xue is different from the men who have fought on the battlefield for many years. Not only does it look like fat, but it also feels as warm and moist as jade, and it is smooth and delicate to the touch. The touch is more like beautiful jade, slightly cool but not cold. To the hot inner breath of a masculine man, it is like a cool breeze in midsummer.

Soft yet flexible like a man, just like his temperament, weak yet tough, his body, his person, are like a magnet, you can't put it down when you touch it.

Feng Wuji brushed his black hair, and stepped back slightly, revealing half of his peaceful sleeping face, obviously not a woman, but so weak that he pityed him.

His arm lightly slid across his face, and when he examined it carefully, he was indeed more beautiful than a woman. If this kind of appearance was not overwhelming, it would be rare to see in a hundred years, but he was as beautiful as he was beautiful, but he had an aura that surpassed gender. His temperament makes it impossible to regard him as a woman.

Loving him and pitying him is just based on an impulse, but I don't understand that this is love, so this love comes too fast, too inexplicable, and I don't even know why I am moved by him, maybe it is the same as the first time I saw him when I woke up twice. All the people who came were related to him.

Being able to see him when he was awake was by no means a fluke for Long Ziye, but the result of him guarding him every step of the way.

Is his kind of love the same as his current mood?

"Hmm..." Long Ziye moved unbearably disturbed, buried himself in his chest and fell asleep again.

Feng Wuji smiled lightly, brushed his hair away, leaned down and kissed his hairline, forehead and soft contour lines, slightly pulled off the single clothes on the cold man, from his neck all the way down, on the shoulders and The neckline is kissed and savored back and forth.

The hot and humid itching disturbed Long Ziye so much that he couldn't ignore it. He half-opened his eyes and was confused for a while before his lips were kissed and his breath emptied.

Both cheeks were flushed like fire, Long Ziye was panting delicately, his eyes gradually became sober from haze, and gradually tinged with shame, like autumn maple red, gradually ripening until it was beyond beautiful.

"Woke up?"

Lying in his arms, Long Ziye blinked in confusion and said, "Why did you wake up so early?" His nasal voice when he first woke up in the morning, and his sleepy laziness made him a little more charming.

"I always get up early, it's because of your snooze."

Long Ziye couldn't make up his mind and said, "I know you always get up early because you want to go to bed early, but I don't need it, do I?"

"Of course not." Feng Wuji laughed and rubbed his hair lovingly, "I don't need to go to court today, I plan to accompany you well, do you want to go there?"

Long Ziye's eyes lit up immediately and said, "Really?"

"What's the use of lying to you?"

"Why are you suddenly free today? I didn't hear from you yesterday...then where are we going?" Long Ziye looked at him with great interest and asked.

"No reason, I just feel that I should accompany you well. Ask me where I am going, why not tell me where you want to go? Have you visited Chijing? You have been here for nearly a year. Seeing that you are just guarding the palace, it sounds like Qiu said that you once had to sell calligraphy and paintings to make a living, do you blame me?" Feng Wuji kissed the corner of his mouth, knowing what he would say, but still asked the question knowingly.

"How can I blame you? I know my identity. To you Feng Ling, I am your humiliation..."

"Midnight..." Feng Wuji frowned and interrupted.

Long Ziye smiled and stretched out his hand to smooth his eyebrows, his voice was slightly louder than him. "You didn't like me at that time. If the prince is troubled by this kind of thing, it's not like you." He paused, then resumed his original volume and continued: "After you liked me, you treated me very well. No one has been so kind to me. My lord, I never blame you, I just thank you."

"You are so easy to be content." Feng Wuji sighed and hugged him into his arms.

Long Ziye smiled in his embrace, and raised his head to speak, when suddenly there was a loud noise, voices of dissuasion from many people, and a woman's coquettish reprimand, approaching from far away in chaotic footsteps.

Feng Wuji instantly turned cold, let go of his embrace, and got out of bed at the same time, putting down the bed curtain.While putting on his pants, he said to Long Ziye, "Don't panic, I'll go and have a look."

Long Ziye didn't have time to respond, and saw a touch of pink rushing towards Feng Wuji.

The layer after layer of tulle under the light purple bed curtain concealed his astonishment, and there was a dull pain in his left chest, but he smiled wryly after seeing the woman's face clearly.

"Brother Sixteen, you can't treat me like this."

"Qian'er, is it you? Why are you so unruly? Don't you know this is my bedroom? It's not only me, but also your sixteenth aunt. Even if it's just me, you are a girl, and you are still a noble family." Princess, how can you barge into the man's room absurdly?" Feng Wuji's flat tone was not angry but powerful, and all the servants immediately fell silent.

"Brother Sixteen, you betrayed me, how dare you say that about Qian'er?" The woman glared at Long Ziye with tears in her eyes, "It's all you, you must be the one who bewitched Brother Sixteen, otherwise, how could Brother Sixteen be willing to ask the fourth prince next month?" Wu married me? Everyone knows that I dragged this marriage because of Brother Sixteen."

She turned her head to stare at Feng Wuji with tears in her eyes, seeking for a man to agree with her words. "Brother Sixteen, you obviously like me too, don't you? Why did you let the emperor issue this order?"

From her incoherent scolding, Long Ziye probably understood that he didn't understand what it had to do with him, and was at a loss for what to do with her accusation. Long Ziye only knew and cared about one thing, that is, Feng Wuji once liked her, and once grabbed him and shouted her name.

"Qian'er, why are you bothering?" Feng Wuji bent over helplessly, wiping the tears from her face, "Fourth brother will treat you well, he has one heart and one mind, never changed, you should be his wife."

After hearing his words, Long Ziye felt cold all over his body. Even though he understood in his heart, he didn't refute the woman, which still made his heart ache.

"What's right? Why do I have to be the fourth prince's wife? You know that I only like you." Qian'er hugged him, "Brother Wuji, Qian'er knows that you have a way, Qian'er doesn't marry anyone, just wants to marry You, you know."

Feng Wuji patiently patted her back and said: "Qian'er is good, I know that Qian'er likes Brother Wuji, but that kind of liking is just..."

Choking with sobs, she interrupted loudly: "It's not brother-sister love, it never was. You want to coax me again? No sister wants to occupy her brother, no sister wants to dedicate herself to her brother, and no sister wants to imagine her I want to marry you, I want to be with you forever, I want to have children with you, brother Wuji, why don’t you understand?”

Feng Wuji sighed and stepped forward to wipe away her tears. "Qian'er, fourth brother likes you, even almost died to protect you."

She waved his hand away, staggering mournfully.

"It's this sentence again, because he almost died for me, so you chose to let go of my hand? Because he once saved my life, so I have to marry him and repay his kindness? You said that marriage is not a child's play, Isn't it child's play to have a marriage without feelings and only affection?

"Brother Wuji, I don't understand why you can't be together when you are in love. What are you taboo about? Is it really just the kindness of the past? Then Qian'er is the fourth prince. Brother Wuji, I just want to be your wife, why do you I just don’t understand? Isn’t it enough to die once? Brother Wuji, when will you understand that Qian’er is not destined to die every time, and it’s not always safe and sound...Brother Wuji, as long as you say a word, as long as you You said that you want Qian'er, the ends of the world, Qian'er is willing to go with you." The woman held Feng Wuji's hand anxiously and eagerly, her beautiful eyes were full of resentment, and the pear blossoms were full of tears, so pitiful.

Feng Wuji asked her to hold his hand, but there was no way to say a thousand words, he could only sigh softly: "Qian'er..."

"Brother Wuji, tell me! Tell me!" The woman grasped his hand tightly, trying to blink away the endless tears in her eyes, trying to see clearly how the man she loved kept her.

The man behind the bed curtain couldn't help holding his breath, the cold crawled up his body inch by inch mixed with severe pain, and gradually submerged him.The more Long Ziye suppressed and trembled, the more he trembled. His heart tightened suddenly, his face turned pale, and he bent over to hold his heart, unable to cry out in pain.

"Brother Wuji, I know everything. You are just acting to him. You are sorry for the fourth prince, but you just want to give up on me. But brother Wuji, there is nothing wrong with falling in love. You don't need to be so patient. Qian'er only has you in his heart."

"Qian'er..." Feng Wuji shouted helplessly, and suddenly a barely audible hum came into his ears. He turned his head instinctively, and saw that Long Ziye was about to fall off the bed, still in the head-first position .

"Midnight!" Feng Wuji instinctively pushed the woman away, and stepped forward to catch the frail body that rolled down from the bed curtain.

The woman was startled by the man's push away at first, and then saw him flying over and using his body as a cushion to catch the man. His fear could almost be heard in that call of forgetfulness.

"Midnight?" Feng Wuji embraced his curled up body, the slight trembling in his arms made him frown and hug tightly. "Doctor, call the doctor quickly! Ruqiu, bring Ziye's pill!"

"My lord, the medicine!" Ru Qiu hurriedly took out the medicine from the cabinet and gave it to Feng Wuji, and then poured another glass of water.

After Feng Wuji fed the pill into his mouth, he hugged him to the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap his body, and rubbed his hands constantly on his body.

"Can you open your mouth? Have you swallowed it? Can you drink some water?"

Long Ziye took a deep breath, trying to relax, but he felt more and more painful from the smell of rouge powder on his body.

"Why did it suddenly hurt like this?" Feng Wuji put his palms on his chest, urging his blood to flow, feeling angry that he couldn't do anything about his pain.

The woman who was stupid on the side stepped forward unwillingly and said: "Brother Wuji, let him go."

The woman grabbed Long Ziye's hand jealously and angrily, and pulled it hard. The pain from the nail piercing into the skin made Long Ziye hum.

"Enough!" Feng Wuji yelled angrily, and pointed her a little bit with his finger, the woman immediately fell asleep and fell to the ground. "Bring the Princess back. Call Imperial Physician Ye to me!"

Long Ziye was in so much pain that he couldn't help clutching his clothes, he wanted to ask but couldn't, the pressure became heavier and heavier, his vision went dark, and he fainted immediately.

Feng Wuji went straight to the bedroom as soon as he came to court, his frowning brows were not relieved for a moment, he was followed by Imperial Physician Ye, and behind Imperial Physician Ye were several palace attendants who brought a lot of medicinal materials.

He was so anxious that he walked like flying, so tired that the group of people behind him were out of breath, even so, no one dared to leave behind.

"Is the princess awake?"

Yun Rong replied respectfully: "Woke up once, at about three o'clock in Yin's hour, and drank medicine once."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"After drinking half a bowl of porridge, I reasoned that I couldn't finish it."

Seeing Feng Wuji's return, the servants guarding the gate hurriedly opened the door to let this large group of people enter the bedroom.

As soon as Feng Wuji raised his gesture, everyone stopped in the outer hall, only he and Imperial Physician Ye entered first.

Seeing him coming in, Ru Qiu hurriedly saluted, but he didn't even look at him, but hurried to the bedside, raised the bed curtain lightly with his hand, a pair of dark black eyes stared at the pale face with frowning eyebrows.

"how is it now?"

"Master said it doesn't hurt anymore, but I'm tired and want to sleep again."

Feng Wuji caressed his pale face, feeling distressed that he couldn't even sleep well.

"Imperial doctor." Feng Wuji quickly gave up his seat, and asked Imperial Physician Ye to sit down and take a pulse.

After a while, Imperial Physician Ye got up, cupped his hands and said: "Go back to the lord, the princess is indeed much better than yesterday, but her body is still weak, I still have to prepare the Yangxin Pill as soon as possible for the princess to take."

"Okay, I will leave the Yangxin Pill to you. List out any missing medicinal materials immediately after counting. The king will make up for it. Don't delay the princess's condition, understand?"

"I understand, there is one more thing I want to ask the prince for advice."

"Say."

"The princess once asked about the pregnancy, does the prince have any plans at present?"

Feng Wuji shook his head, lowering the already soft volume even lower.

"The princess asks for your help, so I prescribed some tonics for him, don't mention the others, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it." He looked at the sleeping Long Ziye, and gestured to the imperial doctor while walking, "My lord Never allow him to get pregnant, especially at this juncture. Speaking of which, I want to ask you, are you sure you won't get pregnant like this?"

"Yes, if you drink, you will not be able to conceive."

"That's good."

Behind the light purple bed curtain, slowly opened a pair of shocked eyes.

He stretched out his hand to caress his stomach, he couldn't believe that he took the imperial doctor's words as an imperial decree, and drank medicine day and night, but in exchange for such a deception.

Although it is not shocking for a man to be pregnant, it is not common. He wants to have a child for him because of deep love and wants to give him everything he can give, but he never thought that he would not accept his love at all.

He didn't want him to have a child, and he didn't want their child, Long Ziye closed his eyes in panic, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

He wants to ask why?Is it because he is not Qian'er?

It must be. When Qian'er said that he would give birth to him, he didn't object.

Sure enough, it's better to be a woman. It's too ugly for a man to think and do these things for him. Pregnancy is rare for men. How could he wishfully think that Feng Wuji would also look forward to it?He must have thought it very shameful and strange.

Long Ziye wiped away his tears, not wanting to be seen sad by him, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A moment later, when Long Ziye fell asleep due to excessive sadness and exhaustion, the warm touch woke him up, and he opened his eyes in panic to look at the person who came.

"What? Did it wake you up?" Feng Wuji gently kissed his forehead.

Long Ziye shook his head and said, "I'm fine, it's an old problem."

Feng Wuji heard this, and sighed with a half smile and an angry expression: "I always say it's okay, why are you trying to be brave? You don't say anything about the pain, and I'm here, why do you have to endure it? Don't worry, the imperial doctor is thinking of a way. The new prescription can control your heart disease, it won't attack so suddenly, and it won't cause you such pain."

Long Ziye looked up at him, with resentment and sorrow in his brows.

"Thank you." Not loving me, but treating me so well, he secretly said in his heart.

Feng Wuji lowered his head and rubbed his nose and said, "Thank you, as long as you can recover well."

"Am I embarrassing you?"

"Don't think about it." Feng Wuji held his hands and kissed gently, "You know your own body, don't worry about these stupid problems, just relax, you are not my trouble, you are my wife , we are husband and wife, you take care of me when I am sick, and I take care of you when you are sick, this is a matter of course.”

Is it justified?Long Ziye broke away from his hand and hugged his neck.

"Wuji, I love you."

Feng Wuji smiled and hugged him tightly, wrapped his arms around him, and made him half sit up.

"I know, don't worry that you will be my trouble, as long as you take good care of your illness, be happy, and leave the rest to me."

No, no, he didn't want such an answer, Long Ziye smiled wryly in his arms.

Or was he the only answer he could give?He doesn't love him, he only loves her, thinking about it, Long Ziye hugged him even tighter.

Feng Wuji only thought that he was sick, especially wanting to rely on others, making troubles like a child.

"Are you hungry? Earlier you said you had no appetite, what about now? Eat some, okay?" Touching his thinner body, he felt infinitely distressed.

Long Ziye whispered in his arms: "Come with me, okay?"

Feng Wuji laughed and said, "Then what's the problem?"

"My lord," Long Ziye took his hand and looked at him firmly, "I will take good care of myself, I want to have a baby with you, and be with you forever, okay?"

Feng Wuji glanced at something, but seeing him so calm, he thought it was impossible, and then thought that he was so uneasy because of illness, pulling Long Ziye, who was acting like a baby, to add a bit of cute and childish.

"What you said is good, but the premise is to take care of your body first." He smiled and comforted him.

He is lying to him?Why not tell the truth?Didn't you say he didn't want his child?Or is it that he is too greedy and should be content with being so close to him?

"Why don't you talk?" Feng Wuji cupped his face and kissed him softly, "Like a child, do you become sentimental when you get sick? See how your eyebrows are tangled? Like two caterpillars fight."

"What are you talking about? How can I have it?" Long Ziye laughed, and eased his two eyebrows.

"Of course not now. Look at you, how beautiful you are when you smile, why bother to look sad?" Feng Wuji blinked playfully, not like the usual him.

When Long Ziye was praised by him, his cheeks flushed and he pushed him. "I'm hungry, why don't you go soon?"

Feng Wuji kissed him with a smile and said: "I obey, Wangfei."

Long Ziye also smiled, but after Feng Wuji turned around, that smile became so light, so light, so thin and fragile that it was almost transparent.

That transparent smile hung precariously on his extremely weak and haggard face, which was unbearable to look at.