Ghosts are not evil

Zhu Qingchi knew very well that what Samir said was true, not for boasting, if he decided to take Samir's life, at most it would take a stick of incense, and he would still be able to escape.

He is free to come and go in and out of the palace. After leaving the palace, he can ride a horse and ride three hundred miles to the south to return to Bian country by boat. Following Jiaming's footsteps, he can go to sea tomorrow morning. If you look for him at noon, there will be no one. It is different from finding a needle in a haystack.

It was because he let Samir's feelings for him, turn a blind eye to him, listen to him but not hear, but took it for granted that Samir trusted him wholeheartedly, which made today's situation possible.

No one pays without expecting anything in return, especially for Semir.

Samir is using the power of the king for personal gain, forcing him to submit, and also giving him the right to kill the king.

As Samir approached step by step, Zhu Qingchi retreated back and forth until his back reached the gate of the palace, and there was no way to retreat. At this moment, in his eyes, Samir was like a scourge, and he opened his mouth and called softly: "Your Majesty." His eyes were full of pain struggle.

Samir was very distressed, but if he backed down, it would be a pity. Zhu Qingchi was a little taller than him, and Samir trapped him between his arms, and he didn't mind stepping on his toes to be frivolous: "Zha Phil, you are really cunning, I will never let you go today, either you stay by my pillow, or you end my life."

The two stalemate for a long time, in the end it was Zhu Qingchi who dropped the helmet and removed the armor first, covered Semir's increasingly unscrupulous mouth and pushed away, looked down at the ground, pondered for a long time, then stepped back and untied the long sword on his waist, removed the hat and took off his armor. Zhang, leaving only a robe of subduing demons, stared at Semir for a long time.

Even if you give him back, give him back the years of love, and fulfill yourself, Zhu Qingchi knelt down on one knee, took Sai Mier's hand and put it on his forehead, which symbolizes loyalty and obedience in Beiming: "The minister accepts the punishment, If this battle fails, I am willing to die for the country.”

Samir helped him up, held his cheek and rubbed it with his fingertips: "If this battle is not effective, Aiqing should be buried with her own body,"

Zhu Qingchi didn't understand whether his choice was wrong or right. In his life, he valued his reputation very much, but he valued the lives of the people around him more than his reputation. He was afraid of being betrayed by others, so he walked alone: ​​" Your Majesty, if there is an afterlife, I will never be a monarch and minister with you."

Samir raised his neck and kissed him, almost whispering: "Then we will be husband and wife, and we will be happy with you every day."

Zhu Qingchi raised his hand to hold the back of Semir's neck, looked down at him, let go of his defenses, indulged once in a while, and kissed back on the lips: "I'm afraid that as time goes by, we will hate each other."

Sai Mier wrapped his arms around his loose robe, and slid his fingers into the groove of his spine. Ever since he saw him competing with others with his upper body naked in the army, he had thought about this place for a long time: "How could it be?" , For so many years, you don't even have a woman by your side, you have me in your heart."

Zhu Qingchi's eyes were as dark as ink, and he whispered back: "Your Majesty hasn't summoned a concubine for three years."

Samir untied his robe, kissed and moved away, dumped on the bed curtain with others, loving and loving: "Speaking of it, I will punish you for a felony, knowing that I have intentions for you, but still pretending not to know, knowing without speaking, How can you forgive me if you say nothing.”

Zhu Qingchi raised her neck and sighed softly: "All go with you."

Samir leaned over and kissed his brow: "You are enough."

Samir thought he was having a sweet dream, tossing and tossing him over and over again, insisting on turning all the feelings of guilt into tenderness.

Zhu Qingchi is still used to sleeping on the outside, with long hair scattered on the bed, there are very few men in Beiming who have long hair, and Bian people say that their parents are affected by their body, hair and skin.

Samir had never wanted to pull someone's hair before. He hooked his fingers to pull the hair, and the hair lay softly between his fingers. It was inexplicably reassuring. After a kiss, if it wasn't for being born in troubled times, I wouldn't have gained you. If there is a loss, I count it as a gain.

The thin quilt is only draped around the bamboo green waist, and the back of the neck is exposed. Looking at the back, one can tell that this person must be strong and powerful. Who would have thought that he is also a gentleman as tough as bamboo. Samir has never seen him sleep so late. It must be Toss hard last night.

Originally, Zhu Qingchi didn't have a good spot on his back. He is a general who has experienced many battles, and his sword has no eyes on the battlefield. Samir will be very leisurely now. Counting the scars on his body, there are twelve scars in total. Measuring the longest scar with his hand, it was nearly two feet, and there were hickey marks and pinches in between. Samir would feel distressed when he saw it, and secretly regretted that he lacked concentration and did not strike seriously.

This master is tolerant, no matter how hard he tosses, he doesn't say a word, but his pupils are wet with water, so bright that people can't move his eyes away, he really wants to hide it secretly so that others can't see it.

He is thirty-nine years old this year, and he is no longer young. If he were an ordinary person, he would almost be a grandfather, but it is really a sin to make Samir dream of him for many years. What can he do?

Zhu Qingchi wakes up Samir's small movements of measuring. Seeing the sky, he knows that he got up late, so he gets up and picks up his clothes. Samir wraps his arms around his waist from behind him. Kissing his back with criss-crossed scars on his abdominal muscles, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Sleep more?"

Zhu Qingchi felt uncomfortable while sitting, but she could bear it, and tore off the octopus, Sai Mier: "Your Majesty, Yu Wu must not slack off, change clothes and follow me to the school grounds."

Samir would not give up easily, sat up, smiled and leaned over to steal a piece of incense: "What's the hurry, my army commander?" Wanting to go further, he asked someone to cover his mouth and nose and push him away, but he had no choice He said: "Your Majesty, I haven't rinsed my mouth yet."

Seeing that this was what he cared about, Samir smiled even more, and pulled away the callused hand that was diligently holding the bow and holding the sword: "I don't care about these." Zhu Qingchi couldn't tell him, but he didn't either. Ken backed down and simply left him and got up to look for clothes.

The two had a match on the school field once, and Samir was still defeated, but he was able to hold him back for a long time. Although Zhu Qingchi's sword was powerful today, his moves were somewhat incoherent. He fell to the ground with great strength, and his back hurt for a while.

In the past, Zhu Qingchi would not have dealt with him so cruelly, and Samir felt he was wronged, so he could only deal with it carefully.

When he finished his career and retired, Samir's waist was sore and his back was sore. When Zafier learned to avenge his private revenge, fortunately Aisha didn't marry him back then. Aisha's small body probably couldn't handle his three tricks.

Samir is four years younger than Zhu Qingchi, and he will be 35 this year. He loses battles frequently, and Zhu Qingchi's brows are getting more and more wrinkled day by day. Samir seems like a normal person, playing with him all day long, doing his best, and obeying the destiny .

Sai Mier felt that this might be his destiny. If Zhu Qingchi hadn't come to Beiming, Beiming's national power would not have developed so much in a short period of time, enough to make Wan Chao fearful.

Samir guessed that the empress of Bianguo was unwilling. For a person who holds the power of life and death, it is not so happy to let others take advantage of things that she can't control.

Beiming is far away from Bian country, it is useless for her to want the land, the world is under her control, so why not use the world to please herself.

Seeing that Wanchao is about to conquer the capital of Beiming, the general situation is over, and Samir has become the master of Zhongxing, and he is about to become the king of subjugation. With you, this life is enough: "This cup, I respect you."

After clinking glasses and drinking, Samir stood up and took down the snake-shaped sword inlaid with mysterious beads from the sword stand, and handed it to Zhu Qingchi: "This is left by my grandfather, and now I will hand it over to you, don't worry." Let me die in the hands of others." To die in your hands is to die well.

Zhu Qingchi sat down and held his sword in both hands, whether he served the king or not, he would go first.

The door of the palace opened slowly, and the sky was shining brightly. Before the three armies, Zhu Xiu was the leader. It seemed that she wanted to live, so what if she used it as the king's shield.

Zhu Xiu, dressed in military armor, knelt down in front of him on one knee: "The last general is here to welcome the general back home."

Zhu Qingchi guarded His Highness, holding the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "I ask you, are you sure to take my king's life?"

My king, Zhu Xiu still remembers that when Bian Gong became king, he called Bian Gong that way. Bian Gong and Ding Guogong passed away one after another. Law.

Xia Huang is like this, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish. She knows that the general is not afraid of death, but she knows what the general is afraid of: "General..."

Zhu Qingchi drew his sword out of its scabbard and stood up to look at his eyes. This sword was a gift from Jiang Xu. He followed him through life and death. Countless heroic souls died under this sword. He has all the debts of killing karma. It is time to repay: "I If the king does not surrender, I will not embarrass you."

Zhu Qingchi bent her knees and leaned against the throne, leaned over and pressed the blade of the sword against the heart of Sai Mier's back: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being innocent." Then use this sword to end the lives of you and me.

Sai Mier grabbed his skirt and asked for a kiss, and got a little response. At this point, he simply put his arms around his waist and kissed him deeply in front of everyone. If it wasn't forced by the situation, he really wanted to execute him on the spot.

Samir caressed his cheek and kissed him softly: "Do it."

Zhu Qingchi never sloppy with his hands, the moment the blade sank into the flesh and blood, Samir reluctantly kicked him away, grabbed the edge of the sword that exposed the chest and pulled it out, dripping with blood, Zhu Qingchi watched with wide eyes, knees As soon as he softened, he knelt down in front of Samir.

The jaw of the sword touched the scapula, and the blood dripped red on the throne. Samir was the only one left in his eyes, and he closed his eyes and murmured: "Well...alive." I regret Zafier, on the way to Huangquan, I don't want you As a companion, this world is full of beautiful mountains and rivers, you can see enough for me.

"Your Majesty..." He wanted to cry but had no tears, wanted to argue without words, why did he have to live alone in the world.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Xiu knew that the Lord of Beiming was not only a monarch to the general, it turned out that the general would also be emotional.

Zhu Xiu stepped forward, put his hand on Zhu Qingchi's shoulder lightly, but couldn't say a word to comfort him.

Zhu Qingchi brushed away Zhu Xiu's hand, got up and walked out of the hall, Zhu Xiu was afraid that he would be in extreme pain and would commit suicide, so he followed step by step.Zhu Qingchi went all the way to the gate tower, looked up at the tower, and said to Zhu Xiu behind him: "I have nothing else to ask but to bury him in the old country."

Zhu Qingchi sat on the carriage back to his home country, his hair was stained with wind and frost, and he seemed to be much older. Bianguo was in the middle of winter, and the snow all over the sky confused Zhu Qingchi's eyes. She looked up a little, and called him: "Jinyun."

Shen Jinyun caressed his meticulously combed bun, and there were a few strands of frosty white hair in it. It was only in his forties that he had gray hair early, showing his oldness: "There is so much white snow that it dyes human hair."

Zhu Qingchi lowered her eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "It's deep under the snow, let's go into the house."

When Zhu Qingchi returned to his homeland, he couldn't afford to be sick. Gu Chi returned to the couch with soup and medicine, still like the portrait that the Gu family gave him, with charming eyes: "The imperial doctor said that you have a heart disease, and there is no cure for medicine."

Zhu Qingchi closed her eyes and sighed, "Not a quack doctor."

Gu Chigui asked him: "General, why bother?"

Zhu Qingchi: "Why are you guarding someone who is dying soon?"

In the 14th year of Daxia, Dingguo Duke Zhu Qingchi passed away.

Your Majesty, I have kept you waiting.