"Chong'er." He had to call it that way, because Fu Jian always called it that way.
No answer.
Xuancheng pushed aside the rippling curtains, and in the corner of the hall, that inconspicuous little man was curled up under the bed. On the ground, the clothes on his body could not cover the incomplete skin.
It is conceivable that there will always be a storm here.
Xuan Cheng squatted down slowly, he gently pulled up the man's hair, turned his body, "You know me, right?"
"I'm not Fu Jian, I'm his younger brother. I've seen you. You've seen me too, many years ago, right?"
"Murong Chong, you were supposed to be the phoenix that everyone in Ye City sang about. You shouldn't be trapped in a cage. Even if Yan Kingdom is destroyed, you are not the one who should bear the blame."
"You shouldn't hate Fu Jian, you should hate your imperial brother, Murong Wei."
"If you will go out in the future, what should you do? You can't restore the country, you can't kill Fu Jian."
Xuancheng uttered a series of seemingly seamless truths, but in the end even he didn't have the strength to speak out, and Murong Chong still didn't say a word.
"I thought you were dumb, but you're not."
Murong Chong suddenly stared into Xuancheng's eyes, at that moment, Xuancheng's heart was really messed up, it was a mess.
"Am I beautiful?" This was the first sentence Murong Chong said to him.
Xuan Cheng was stunned, he stared at Murong Chong's face without taking his eyes off for a moment, "You are beautiful."
"You are not Fu Rong."
Xuancheng was taken aback, his eyes instantly lost sight, and his spirit sank, "What are you talking nonsense." He actually said such a nonsensical remark.
"I met Fu Rong. In Yecheng six years ago, you met me and I saw you. But you are not him. Fu Rong is dead."
Murong Chong's voice was low, every sentence seemed to be extremely difficult for him, maybe it was the reason why he had not spoken for a long time here alone, it was low and hoarse, but at this moment, it was so sexy to Xuancheng's ears.
"But I will never hurt you." Xuan Cheng promised Murong Chong.
"will you Love Me?"
Xuancheng was stunned.
"Fu Rong loves me, will you?"
It turns out that the historical research is true. Although it has not been recorded in history, generations of historians have speculated that the country that Fu Jian and Fu Rong toured in the north in 365 AD was really the country of Yan, and they really met the once-in-a-thousand-year Phoenix. .
Xuancheng smiled wryly, "You are talking nonsense again, I will not love you, only Fu Jian will love you."
Murong Chong suddenly gave a charming smile, and before Xuancheng could react, he actually leaned over to his face, pressed his hand on Xuancheng's shoulder, breathing heat into his ears, and Xuancheng fell into a precarious dreamland.
After printing that icy kiss, Xuancheng woke up immediately.
"you,,"
Murong Chong was still smiling, and his smile changed from evil to seductive!
"You just said I was beautiful."
Xuancheng felt as if his whole body was on fire, he was burning hot, his breathing became short of breath, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone.
"You want me to die." Xuan Cheng controlled his body, closed his eyes and said weakly.
"I want you to die with me."
Murong Chong has been in the deep palace for a long time, why did he have so many provocative words
Xuancheng was depressed.
"But I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die either, Murong Chong, you shouldn't live like this." He opened his eyes and said sincerely.
"My life is already like this." Murong Chong calmly stared into his eyes, his eyes were so beautiful that Xuancheng would be addicted to them just by looking at them.
"You will be fine. Believe me, Brother Huang will let you go." Xuancheng resisted the urge of his body. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Murong Chong's eyes. Something earth-shattering happened.
"Are you Fu Jian?" Murong Chong suddenly asked in a low voice.
Xuancheng didn't know what he meant, his heart froze suddenly.
"You are not Fu Jian."
"You are not Fu Rong, nor Fu Jian, you can't decide my life." Murong Chong said coldly.
His voice has always been low and cold, like a corpse hidden in the ice all year round without any emotion, only these cold words.