(I won’t write this kind of text anymore, it’s too tiring. Of course, if I only want to be eloquent and smooth, I should be able to write better. The problem is that I can’t write like that. I mainly want to control the whole process. The wording is too difficult, but I tried my best, and I think everyone can see it. As for those who really have the same details, everyone just look at Jiangshan and Yimi, they are experts...
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No more, no less, just a drop of tears, Fan Xian couldn't help shaking his head while watching this scene, but couldn't say anything. He groped around for a while, found a silk scarf from his clothes, and brought it to the little emperor's face. Dip lightly.
The little emperor was taken aback, and immediately returned to calm at an astonishing speed. His naked arms easily slid into the plain white clothes, his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, his face was calm, no longer charming, Coupled with those indifferent eyes, there is a bit of ancient feeling unique to Shangjing.
She looked at Fan Xian quietly, until she saw that he was a little hairy, and then said slowly, "Comb my hair."
After saying this, she turned around, met Fan Xian's eyes with her smooth neck, thin back, and long black hair, and touched a Cangshan wooden comb from nowhere, and replaced it with Fan Xian. hands.
In this world, on the morning of the second day after a woman gets married, there will always be a very complicated hair-combing ceremony. Naturally, a rich family will have a nanny or a servant with a status to take care of it. .
And the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty probably had no possibility of getting married in his life. As a woman, it had to be said that it was a kind of sadness. In such a deep night, she wanted Fan Xian to comb her hair.
Fan Xian took the comb, and slowly began to move his arm, allowing the perfectly spaced wooden teeth to slide between the jet-black hair. The little emperor's black hair was gradually flattened and tidy, and Fan Xian's heart and hers were gradually sorted out.
Fan Xian knew how to embroider and comb his hair, he was a hero in the boudoir, and in a short while, he combed the hairstyle for the little emperor, which was obviously different from that of a girl with yellow flowers, and it was not a mature woman's hairstyle. Taking advantage of the faint moonlight shining through the window, the little emperor looked at the mirror for a while, and seemed very satisfied with Fan Xian's craftsmanship.
During the process of combing their hair, the two of them did not say a word, each meditating in their hearts, it seemed that they didn't know for a while how to deal with the situation between each other. After a while, Fan Xian broke the silence and asked, "Why me?"
This sentence is not about today, not state affairs, not the last sentence that the little emperor uttered drunkenly, but just pointed to that summer a few years ago, that small temple in summer. The Northern Qi royal war family has been passed down to this generation. Apart from a few princesses, there is only this little emperor who disguised himself as a man. The population is small. If he wants to continue the blood of the Northern Qi royal family for a long time, the little emperor certainly needs a child of his own.
Even if she took a big risk, she still wanted to have a child of her own, so on that summer night a few years ago, Begonia Duoduo did everything she could to get Fan Xian fascinated in that temple.
Fan Xian just wanted to confirm one point, why the little emperor Zhan Doudou chose himself to be the object of the borrowing. Becoming a stallion may seem humiliating to some people, but Fan Xian does not have this kind of self-awareness, because his mother in this life seems to have done similar things many years ago, and to become a stallion naturally shows that this A horse with excellent pedigree and strong ability is another form of recognition
The little emperor sat in front of him silently, did not reply for a long time, and suddenly said: "Your hair is also messed up, I will comb it for you."
Fan Xian did not refuse, handed over the comb, and sat quietly by the bed. The little emperor half-kneeled on the bed, walked behind Fan Xian with difficulty on his knees, and began to comb his hair.
At this time, the little emperor's posture was very cute, just kneeling behind Fan Xian, leaning against him slightly, really like a little daughter-in-law.
It's just that her hands are really not very coincidental. A person who has been an emperor since birth is indeed worthy of the comment of lack of work. She has never done anything, let alone a technical job such as combing hair.
The wooden comb slid over Fan Xian's long black hair with difficulty, getting tangled in one place from time to time, causing Fan Xian to frown slightly. But he didn't make a sound to remind, just kept silent. He combed the little emperor's hair to sort out her chaotic heart after the initial love, and to comfort her extravagant hope of marrying a wife, while the little emperor combed his hair to appear more like a normal wife.
The little emperor knelt behind him, combing his hair earnestly and incompetently, but his eyes lowered slightly, and landed on the edge of the bed beside Fan Xian's hand, where several thin needles were arranged closely one by one, shining with a different light. Some are poisonous and some are not.
When they were making out, she had already noticed that Fan Xian carefully took these things out of his hair.
At this time, she couldn't see Fan Xian's face, but only looked at Fan Xian's back. The little emperor's expression relaxed a lot, and it was a very reassuring thing for her not to be seen by Fan Xian. At such a moment, the little emperor's eyes showed a touch of affection and obsession. Although it immediately became calm, it still revealed her true feelings for this young man deep in her heart.
This is exactly what Fan Xian didn't understand, why did he choose himself? Could it be that the little emperor really liked him
"Your pedigree is very good." The little emperor lowered his head slightly, and his three-strand bangs hung gently on her forehead, "Since I always have to have a child, I certainly hope to find a good father for the child. "
"What's so good about my bloodline?" Fan Xian felt the comb stop on his head, and said slowly, "I have the blood of the royal family of the Qing Kingdom, are you willing to let such a child become the future son of the Northern Qi Dynasty?" ruler."
The little emperor was slightly taken aback, and began to move the comb teeth again jerky, and said softly: "At that time, Duoduo, Lili and Zhen didn't know that you were the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing."
"Then what do you fancy in me?" Fan Xian smiled slightly, slowly lowered his head, and by the bright and cunning moonlight, looked at the smooth legs of the little emperor beside his waist, stretching out from under the white clothes. When he came out, his back was warm and soft, and it felt good.
The little emperor sighed, combed his hair and said: "You can't hide this matter from you. If I say that I have a crush on the blood of the Tianmai people, I can't justify it."
"Of course it doesn't make sense." Fan Xian replied calmly, "At that time, no one knew that my mother's surname was Ye."
The little emperor was silent for a long time, and suddenly he said, "You haven't written the story of stones for several years."
"Yeah." Fan Xian was in a daze for a while, as if thinking of the two years when the relationship between the two parties was extremely harmonious, every time he wrote a chapter in the capital, he would be sent to the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty on a fast horse by the Overwatch Council, and sent to the little emperor. hands.
The first person in this world who saw that the story of the stone was written by himself was Haitang Duoduo and the little emperor, the voice of Cao Gong in the night palace, but Fan Xian was very scared, but at that time, he always He thought that the little emperor was just a bit scary in his sexuality, but he couldn't imagine that the body under the dragon robe was actually a charming woman.
"I once told you that I like Banxianzhai poetry." The little emperor said calmly, slightly curling his lips.
Fan Xian hummed again.
"And then you're not bad."
"The temperament can be regarded as straightforward, not the appearance of ordinary rotten scholars."
The little emperor said a few words lightly, but Fan Xian fell into silence. He knew that the other party was using these three words to express a certain meaning. After a long time, he said, "You like me."
After thinking for a long time, the little emperor nodded, but he didn't care whether Fan Xian could see the movement from the back of his head.
Fan Xian suddenly smiled wryly, and said, "Should I feel honored?"
"I allow you to be proud for a moment at this time." The little emperor's face sank, and it seemed that he wanted to bite him again.
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"I remember the words you said in the palace very clearly. Worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later. I just can't believe that the so-called world in your words is really the world, or is it real?" It's just your Qing Kingdom's world." After a moment of silence, the little emperor said softly, as if he wanted to explain to Fan Xian why she would deal with him at any cost.
Fan Xian accepted this explanation, because he had thought for a long time that it was impossible for him to win the trust of the Northern Qi government and the public. No one would believe that the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing was really an internationalist, especially someone as intelligent and powerful as the little emperor.
He suddenly turned around and quietly looked at her who was close at hand. The two of them were so close that they could feel each other's heartbeat and hot breath. He looked at the greenness between her eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly his heart moved, thinking that she was actually just a little girl.
"You are an idiot." Fan Xian said very directly, "Since you planned to invest in me many years ago, you must continue to invest. I said in the afternoon that if Ku He knew what you are doing now, Definitely going to die again."
The little emperor's face changed, he became solemn and slightly angry.
Fan Xian didn't care about this at all, and said indifferently: "You are my woman, from now on, give up your unrealistic fantasies. Don't try to manipulate me, let alone kill me to disturb the world. Everything is arranged. All you need to do in the future is to cooperate with me."
The little emperor's eyes lit up, not joy but anger. From birth till now, she had never met anyone who dared to speak to herself in such a tone, and said it so naturally.
"You are a remarkable woman, but you are only a woman after all." For some reason, Fan Xian suddenly thought of the eldest princess who died in the Taiping Courtyard, and his voice softened slightly, "You have been acting with the Queen Mother for so many years, and you have successfully lied to me. You cheated on the eldest princess, lied to me, and even your Majesty, thinking that there was something wrong with your Northern Qi court, which made me really think that what you said along the ancient road at Changting Pavilion was of great significance."
He laughed at himself and said, "I have put so much effort into this, so you are not allowed to spoil it all."
"I'm not a person who is threatened." The little emperor's face became indifferent, thinking that Fan Xian was going back to the original topic.
"I never threaten my women." Fan Xian suddenly stretched out his hand, gently twitched the three-strand bangs on her forehead, and said softly, "It's just that my women must listen to me."
Earlier when the little emperor woke up from his intoxication, the first words he said were straight to Fan Xian's heart - my country is your country - if it was an ordinary person, in Fan Xian's current position, he would probably have a headache He was going to die, but he was different. From a long time ago, he knew that what he did was far from the ideas of everyone in this world, and he was mentally prepared for this.
However, since it is one's own country, of course it must be controlled by oneself, even the Northern Qi emperor must submit to one's own will. Conquering the king of a country seems to be something that will never be done, but conquering a woman is still a woman who likes herself, no matter how resolute her heart is, no matter how powerful her strength is, she can still find a chance.
From emperor to courtier, this is a process of conquering and being conquered. Fan Xian only hoped that since he had this dewy marriage with her, she could become more feminine.
It's just that the development of the situation seemed to be a little out of Fan Xian's control. The little emperor looked at him calmly, without the slightest feeling of exhaustion or dependence after venting, only eager and unwilling. Fan Xian looked into her eyes nervously, not knowing what she would do next.
"You are my man, why can't you listen to me?" The little emperor looked at Fan Xian and said calmly with a slight smile in his eyes.
Before Fan Xian could speak, she bit her lower lip lightly, leaned into his ear and said, "Otherwise, if I fight with you again, whoever wins will listen to whoever wins?"
The breath was hot and alluring, and the two of them were hugging each other without a single gap between them. Hearing this, Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself, who would be afraid of goblin fights
This young man and woman, the little emperor had tasted men and women for the first time, and with her strong heart, she was not afraid of pain at all, just blindly curious and joyful. However, Fan Xian was attracted by her identity and the stubbornness hidden in her bones. They each found this challenge very exciting, and they met each other like dry wood and fire, and each other was hungry for each other's body.
Hu Tianhudi, actually want to find a reason for a major national event, it is really shameless. The little emperor's eyes were seldom charming, Fan Xian tightened his hands, and they fought together again.
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In the Sword Cottage near the seashore, the dawn was very early, and it was only early in the morning, when a faint morning light shone into the thatched cottage. The two people under the big bed woke up slowly, both were so tired that they couldn't open their eyes. The little emperor was so exhausted and happy that he curled up in Fan Xian's arms to catch up on sleep. Last night's madness perfectly made up for Zhan Doudou. The spiritual deficiency of her classmate these years made her finally realize that being a woman seems to be a happy thing, but it also drained all the energy in her body.
It was obvious that Fan Xian, who won the final victory, was even more tired. He opened his eyes, looked at the eaves above his head, and suddenly felt extremely absurd in his heart. Conquering this kind of thing turned out to be the matter of the bed brother in the end. Yan Bing that year Yun's words mocking him, at this moment, really became a reality.
If Mr. Xiaoyan saw this scene and knew the details, he would probably jump down from the upstairs of the Overwatch Council in shock.
Is this the legendary "walking the world with a stick"? Fan Xian thought to himself mockingly, looking down at the woman with reddish cheeks in his arms, he was so crazy last night, this empress was finally smashed by himself and became a real woman. As for Fan Xian's hard work, it is not enough for outsiders to understand.
Suddenly a strange color flashed in his pupils, he lifted the quilt, put on a piece of clothes indiscriminately, and walked to the door.
The little emperor woke up, a little confused, a little stunned, not knowing what happened.
The sound of footsteps approached the door, and the respectful voice of the little sword boy came. Fan Xian responded, and after he left, he opened the door cautiously, and brought back a large basin of hot water, various snacks, and some washing tools.
Seeing this scene, the little emperor half-sat on the bed, her face became serious, she became sober after being crazy, she finally understood what she did last night, and what it represented, the most important question is, this place is not Beiqi The Imperial Palace is not the legendary Taiping Courtyard where Fan Xian was heavily fortified, but a relatively unfamiliar place.
Sword Cottage.
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With Fan Xian's realm, of course, there is no danger of someone eavesdropping, so when the little emperor indulged his life last night, he didn't think about this issue. However, the arrival of the sword boy and the big pot of hot water made the little emperor He clearly remembered that the person living in this sword hut was not someone else, but a great master.
Although the sword hut is big and the courtyard is deep, there were always voices when he was crazy last night. Although Si Gu Jian was seriously injured and was about to die, since the other party was able to easily push back Langtao and Yun Zhilan, he must still be cultivated. He must hear this clearly. It shouldn't be very difficult to find out what happened in the room.
The Emperor of Northern Qi was a woman, so Fan Xian knew this secret. After all, he was the little emperor's first and second child, and he might be the only man in his life. However, if other people found out, the little emperor would not know that his reputation would be ruined. After that, there will be a more terrible end.
Under such a strong impact, her face only became dignified instead of pale. It was already the same, extremely powerful.
Fan Xian didn't look at her face, he came to the bed with a smile and brought hot water, and began to scrub her, because he knew she was having some trouble moving.
After this night, the distance between the two has already become close to a negative number, not only physically, but also psychologically. During those short intervals, the two guests of Jianlu have nothing to do except comb their hair and hold hands. , outside of the palm of the hand, there is only chatting.
Talking about each other's bizarre and bizarre lives, childhoods different from everyone else in the world, how men disguised themselves as women, how men and women look like women, how to deceive the world, how to sit on a dragon chair, how to take a bath, how to copy poems, etc...
The little emperor and Fan Xian are equals. They study each other's lives very seriously, see if there is anything wrong with each other, and look for opportunities to make up for it from each other's wisdom.
One night passed, the two of them didn't grow old, but they were the same as before. They didn't promise to grow old, but they had settled down. In addition to the physical torture between men and women, there was also a kind of spiritual communication and comfort, and an extraordinarily exciting feeling of challenge. Rippling in the hearts of the two.
The little emperor pulled up the thin quilt to cover his chest, stared at Fan Xian, and said angrily in a low voice, "What should Si Gu Jian know? I... I have said it many times... let you... let you... be gentle! "
Hearing these words, Fan Xian, who was drinking tea to moisten his throat after putting down the basin, almost spit out. He walked to the bed, gently stroking her chin, and said in a harmonious voice: "The old guy will die soon, even if he guesses something, we won't admit it, what is there to be afraid of?"
This situation is so weird, the little emperor patted his palm coldly, and said: "If my identity is exposed, you also know what a disaster will happen."
Fan Xian became silent. He knew that if news spread that the Northern Qi Emperor was a daughter, the whole world would be in chaos.
"I've said it many times, you have to trust me, cooperate with me, and leave everything to me in the future." He put his hands on the shoulders of the little emperor's **** and pressed down slightly, with a sincere and unquestionable expression. said in a tone.
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The masters outside the sword hut have stayed up all night, and the torches are gradually extinguished. Lang Tao and other Northern Qi masters stared coldly at the door of the Sword Hut, wondering what was going on with His Majesty inside and whether he would be hurt in any way. If it wasn't for worrying about Fan Xian or Si Gu Jian going crazy, it would have been impossible for Lang Tao to wait patiently outside the hut, and would have led everyone in.
Si Gu Jian had already expressed his attitude, of course the disciples of Jian Hut did not dare to rush in, but they were also extremely shocked in their hearts, not knowing what happened in the hut during this long night.
Time passed minute by minute, and the patience of the people outside was getting worse and worse. Yun Zhilan silently looked into Langtao's eyes, knowing that if Jianlu did not give an explanation, the other party would rush to the hut again soon, and in a few days, the army from the Northern Qi might also enter Dongyi.
"Since the teacher has expressed his attitude, he will naturally not hurt His Majesty in the slightest... Even if he is with Fan Xian, the teacher will definitely not allow the people of Nanqing to show any disrespect to His Majesty the Emperor in his eyes."
Yun Zhilan said in a deep voice.
Langtao's mood relaxed a little. With Sigu Jian's master status and the situation in Dongyi City, it was impossible for the other party to watch His Majesty the emperor be humiliated.
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Lang Tao no longer worried about the safety of His Majesty the Emperor, but never thought that His Majesty the Emperor had been bullied into a... woman in one night! Sigu Jian, an old monster, of course wouldn't just watch Fan Xian kill the little Northern Qi emperor, but if the Northern Qi emperor and Fan Xian were willing to fight and mess up, the Grand Master couldn't do anything about it.
Not only was there no way out, when Fan Xian entered the deepest room of the Sword Hut in the morning light and saw the great master for the first time, he clearly saw the shocked and strange smile in the eyes of the great master. meaning. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)