Homecoming Speech

Chuhe's voice was cold, and Fu Danggui felt a gust of wind blowing past him.

And when he saw that Chuhe had reached the place where he put his clothes, he buckled his belt and pulled out a soft sword from it.

The golden sunlight bathed his body. Although his body was fair but lean, he flew up with a soft sword in his hand.

The sword pointed at something, and there was an exclamation when it flew past, and the blood splashed in the garden. The pink petals and green leaves were like a fountain of flowing water, which was surprising.

His black long hair was stained with black concoction dripping on his white body, his slender legs were wearing black underwear, because they were wet and tightly attached to his body, his long hair drew a beautiful arc under the sun , and finally he fell in front of Fu Danggui.

"Idiot, let's go." Chuhe looked at Fu Danggui indifferently, as if he hadn't shown his brilliant killing skills just now.

The soft sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, reflecting a little bit of gold and silver light under the sun, and the soft blood drops with a strange arc, falling on the blue stone slab bit by bit, making a nice ticking sound.

Chu He shook his soft sword in disgust, and said in a low voice with a dark face: "Dirty my king's sword."

"Is it because you quietly transferred all the people to the Jingzhao Yamen, so that they could take advantage of it?" Fu Danggui realized that the countless men in black that he saw in the late evening forest that day were Chuhe's hidden subordinates.

If these people have been following Chuhe, what happened today will definitely not happen. There is only one possibility, and these people are not by his side.

"No, because I want to go south to the martial arts conference, I let them go first and mix in it, so as to win the prize." Chuhe explained.

Fu Danggui felt it in his heart, and sighed helplessly: "I know you have made arrangements, but you still concentrate on dealing with your body, as for me, leave it alone."

Chuhe raised his hand and covered Fu Danggui's forehead gently and earnestly, "You don't have a fever?" He raised his hand and tapped Fu Danggui's forehead again, and then said, "Why are you so stupid?"

"You are so stupid! I mean your body has reached such a point, is it just a cover to seek medical treatment in the south? If no one can compare to Ciyun Valley in medical skills, what attracts you in the martial arts conference?" Fu Danggui raised his hand Pushing away Chuhe's hand, he walked towards the broken wooden barrel.

Seeing that Chuhe was silent, he carefully searched for something in the barrel, and suddenly he took a deep breath and murmured: "It's okay, it's okay."

Chuhe saw him standing up, his gray-blue underpants clinging to his body, and holding a fan stained with black concoction in his hand.

"The fan must be blurry, right?" Chu He looked at the white jade fan thoughtfully, remembering the painting on the fan.

"It's okay, I remember that place, just draw another picture." Fu Danggui replied.

Chu He was silent for a while, put away the soft sword with his belt seriously, looked at Fu Danggui seriously and said, "I've been to that place before, it's not a good place, don't draw that?"

"Could it be possible for me to draw you? Ah Chu." Fu Danggui clapped his hands and folded the fan, suddenly a bad taste came.

He chuckled, it seemed that he was still dissatisfied with the calculations he had made against him before, even if he told him that he liked him, even if the two of them had become so intimate, he still wanted to get back the calculations he had made against him.

Seeing that Chuhe didn't refute, Fu Danggui looked calm, collected himself, and continued: "Speaking of which, they all call you Zichu, but why do you still have a nickname called Achu?"

"My mother often called me like this when I was a child, and this is the only memory I have of my mother." Chuhe murmured in a low voice.

Fu Danggui paused, not knowing what to say, and the smile on his face drooped.

Suddenly he sighed: "Although the first emperor loves my mother the most, he still has no choice but to marry other women. My mother died early, and Mo Yue felt too much guilt for my mother, so he gave me the position of crown prince." .”

He smiled wryly again: "But I don't want it at all. I can't. If I give up this position, my life and freedom will not be guaranteed. I have worked hard for so many years, and I have lived to this day. Before I met you, I thought I might want to be with them." Let's die together, I have lived in the shadows for so many years, how can I make them feel better."

"What happened after you met me?" Fu Danggui looked at Chuhe with inquiring eyes.

Chuhe smiled slyly, and said slowly: "After meeting you, I, a dying person, was almost pissed off by you."

Fu Danggui turned black, coughed dryly, with a dry smile on his face, "Am I really that annoying?"

"No, at most it just makes me half dead every time." Chuhe continued to complain.

Seeing that the red spots on Chuhe's clear and delicate face have gradually dissipated, the pupils under the thick and long eyelashes flicker, "In my opinion, the prince is quite used to it."

"Besides, whoever gave the prince a bad reputation, I naturally have to come up with some means so that I won't let you look down on me." Fu Danggui continued to tease.

Fu Danggui laughed again, "Hey! Let's draw Ah Chu on this fan."

Chuhe, who was a little angry at first, heard Fu Danggui muttering his nickname in a low voice, and said that Achu was drawn on his folding fan. His anger dissipated and he smiled.

"But what? Should you apologize for your previous behavior of plotting against me?" Fu Danggui looked at Chuhe happily and caught the sign.

Chuhe snorted, "Don't think about it."

Seeing him take a few steps forward, Fu Danggui followed blankly, Chuhe suddenly turned his head and smiled, with a gentle expression on his face: "Danggui, I won't plot against you in the future, but... can you put your Tell me what you want to investigate? I want to help you."

"Huh?... I'm really not used to seeing you with neither a bad face nor a cold face." Fu Danggui changed the subject.

"Don't you want to say it?" Chuhe looked at Fu Danggui inquiringly, with an understanding tone.

Fu Danggui thought for a while, then his eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "Clean up, I want to drink some wine."

"Looking at you like that, you pour a glass, if you don't want to say it, you don't want to say it, don't force it." Chuhe is very considerate today.

As soon as the words fell, Chuhe saw the expression on Fu Danggui's face, which was extremely terrified and blue and white, which surprised Chuhe, "Okay, let's clean it up first, the medicine juice and venom can only be completely absorbed by the sulfur spring. It will be very painful for a while, if you can't bear it, let me give you acupuncture points."

Fu Danggui, who lost his mind, nodded blankly, "Okay..."

Chu He shook his head when he saw Fu Danggui in a daze. Under the sunlight, Chu He's eyes were one black and one blue green, "Fu Murong is your father, right?"

He knew early on that Fu Danggui was investigating a matter, which was an old story, but it involved the most painful memories about him.