Homecoming Speech

His questioning voice was tender and soft, with a bit of secret concern, which made Chuhe's heart slightly sour.

Amidst the black air, he closed his eyes tightly, the heat stained his eyebrows and hair, and his eyes were full of heat and pain.

Chuhe recalled many memories, but there was no moment as warm as this moment.

The stinging pain and coldness on his body made him unable to feel the heat, and everything in front of him became more blurred because of the dense air rising from his eyes, and there was darkness in front of his eyes.

The darkness, like black concoction, spread and buried his whole body. He struggled and screamed in pain, and suddenly a light appeared in the darkness.

The light slowly spread a tinge of blue, and his eyes gradually became clear. He saw the man in green clothes, holding a jade folding fan in his hand, the sun was shining on his face, and his half-bright eyes were looking at him. .

Smile from time to time, get angry sometimes, raise money from time to time.

"My lord, if you die, who will be the backer for the next official?"

"If feelings can be calculated, then you have succeeded."

"Is it fun to keep counting on me?"

Chuhe suddenly opened his eyes, and he breathed heavily. The clarity in his mind made his thoughts not dissipate, but deepened.

Fu Danggui was leaning against the wooden barrel at the moment, and all the poison in the black juice wooden barrel was afraid to recede. He put his cold and soft hand on Chuhe's shoulder, shaking Chuhe, and shouted, "Chuhe... …When you wake up, why did you suddenly become unconscious.”

The corner of Chuhe's mouth curled up into a chuckle, and he casually tapped the wooden barrel, singing windingly, "In the middle of winter, there is new snow, new leaves call for the coming year, wind, frost, cold rain pass, and rain flowers will never bloom again."

Under the sun, black air was rising up, Fu Danggui's face was dark, listening to Chuhe's singing, his eyes were full of comfort, laziness, and leisurely contentment, he coughed lightly and said: "Chuhe, why do you want scare me."

The corner of Chu He's mouth was still smiling, and he stretched his waist rather lazily. The singing stopped suddenly, and he lifted his right hand slightly, and clasped Fu Danggui's neck.

Fu Danggui was in pain, his head was down, and his eyes were looking at the black water concoction, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see how much you care about me." The words conveyed by his indifferent voice are after every kind of consideration.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air began to spread, but Fu Danggui said in a fit of anger: "If the prince of concern is dead, what should I do if I don't have a backer?"

Chuhe looked natural, neither angry nor annoyed, and pulled Fu Danggui, who was unsteady, Fu Danggui turned over and fell into the wooden barrel, splashing a barrel of medicinal juice, not to mention, the newly replaced The clothes are also wet.

Seeing Chuhe's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Fu Danggui hurriedly removed his hand on Chuhe's chest, moved his body, and was about to stand up and leave, "You were angry for a while, now it's okay..."

"Sit down." Chu He's voice was undeniably firm, and he looked at Fu Danggui sincerely.

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and took off the black medicine bag from Fu Danggui's waist and threw it out.

Hearing the sound of rustling, Fu Danggui pulled his head to look, and saw dense poisonous substances gathered on the side of the barrel again, making one's scalp numb.

He exclaimed, and was about to stand up and leave, but Chuhe pulled his hand out, "Stop."

Fu Danggui was dressed in green, with green bamboo leaves embroidered on the corners and cuffs of his clothes, but the color had already changed due to being soaked.

The hair tied by a plain hairpin was also stained with black concoction, and the juice was sticky on the hair.

"Chuhe, let go! Don't think you are a prince, you can tell me to do whatever you want." Fu Danggui got angry and waved his hands.

The sun was covered by clouds, a gust of wind blew over, and the black and blue butterflies flying from the crimson flowers flew towards the head of the Chu River to stay.

Looking at the crimson flower, Fu Danggui had a strange intuition, but after taking a closer look at the flower, he realized that the flower looked somewhat like a skull.

"Don't move, you've also been poisoned by Gu poison. There's no medicine to cure it. We can only rely on this method to delay the spread of the poison." Chuhe frowned while enduring the pain.

Fu Danggui nodded, staring blankly at the strange scene, blue and black butterflies fluttering and resting on Chuhe's hair and cheeks.

The blue-black butterfly pattern is extremely strange, showing in front of Fu Danggui like an evil spirit, but coupled with Chuhe's handsome and calm face, it is like the sun, moon and stars in the lake, making people People are hopeful and unapproachable.

"What are you looking at?" Chu He asked with great interest.

Fu Danggui frowned watching those poisonous things crawl into the wooden barrel, and did not dare to move, and said with the corners of his mouth: "Hehe... this wooden barrel is quite big."

"Looking at me like this just now, do you think I'm pretty?" Chu He raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly.

How could Fu Danggui admit that he was dumbfounded when he saw Chuhe's face just now, so he coughed dryly and said, "My lord is so narcissistic, in terms of appearance, there is no one in Shengjing who can compare to Xiaobai. "

Chuhe's eyes suddenly changed, and he snorted coldly, "Take off your clothes."

"What are you doing undressing?" Fu Danggui looked at Chuhe in astonishment, as if he had seen something frightening.

"You are wearing clothes, how can these little things control drugs for you?" Chu He smiled sarcastically, as if mocking the strange thoughts in Fu Danggui's mind.

Fu Danggui smiled in embarrassment, and tentatively asked with doubts: "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"If you die from poison, who will complete the plan for me." Chuhe felt a little uneasy in his heart, he half-closed his eyes, pretending to be calm.

He frowned slightly, and carefully took off his coat and jacket, leaving only his underpants, and put the clothes in the small wooden barrel next to the big wooden barrel.

Looking at Fu Danggui's fair chest, he thought that according to his appearance as a scholar, he should be emaciated, but he didn't expect that he looked quite capable.

Fu Danggui watched the poison enter the wooden barrel again, and his scalp felt numb. When he felt them climbing on his body, he blinked hard and took a deep breath to suppress the fear in his heart.

Until bursts of severe cold pain came from his back, Fu Danggui really wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy. He didn't know why Chuhe was able to bear the pain ten times and a hundred times more than this without changing his expression. But from now on, he feels sorry for Chuhe's experience in his heart, and admires Chuhe's tenacity.

"Hiss..." Fu Danggui bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best not to moan in pain, and insisted in her heart that Chuhe had been plotted against, so she couldn't continue to let Chuhe watch the joke.

With a grim face expressing his pain, he was stubborn in his heart and didn't want to make a sound, for fear that he would be laughed at by Chuhe because of this.