Sealing Knife

When Ye Fusheng finished speaking the last word, the needle in the room was so quiet that he could hear the needle.

He woke up from a coma, but on the third day, his energy had not recovered much, and his injuries were better. In the past three days, Ye Fusheng couldn't walk out of the room, and Chu Xiwei rarely left. The news outside was secretly communicated by his men. From these information, they learned that the Xichuan war was deadlocked, and the alien master dropped Saloyan into the goose. In the hands of Ming City defender Lu Wei, the two armies confronted each other across the river. No one would give in, nor would they dare to act rashly. "Wolfhead" Seridan was on the verge of danger.

When Chu Xiwei relayed the news to him, he was ready to wait for Ye Fusheng ’s injury to get better and then set off for the Central Plains. While he was thinking about how to arrange it, Ye Fusheng suddenly withdrew his subordinate and pulled him to the bedside to sit Next, slowly telling these old things that Chu Xiwei didn't dare to know.

At this time, Chu Xiwei didn't speak for a long time, and Ye Fusheng didn't say a word anymore. He couldn't move smoothly yet, and his mental head was not good. He tried his best to say so many painful and sad things. His spine was pulled off by You Long, and his whole body fell loose.

However, he suddenly leaned back and did not slam onto the bedboard. Chu Xi turned to sit behind Ye Fusheng's body, caught his back with his chest, hugged his hands on the abdomen, his head slowly. Hanging on the side of his neck.

Chu Xiwei didn't say a word, but Ye Fusheng felt a little hot on the side of his neck and wet the collar of the mid-coat. He subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at him. Unfortunately, the man was so tightly hugged that he couldn't make any effort at all.

Ye Fusheng sighed: "A Yao, don't do that, you say something."

"Why ..." Chu Xiwei buried a pair of red eyes on his shoulders, wondering if he would not look at him, or did not dare to look at him, his voice was very soft, "Why do you say this to me at this time?"

Ye Fusheng was silent.

In fact, frankly passing at this time is not a good choice, it is likely to break the balance between the two of them, and not only abandon the foreword, but even truly renounce from then on.

With Ye Fusheng's mind, of course, he would not know the hidden dangers of telling the truth, but he still told Chu Xiwei after all, not impulsively, but still decided to push his heart after thinking twice.

Ten years ago, he did not say it because Chu Yao was young and incapable of being slaughtered, because he had a ten-year contract with Chu Xun, and because the mess of the Jingwang was undecided. The more the other party knew, the more he could not be safe.

However, in the past ten years, the sea has turned into turf, and the incapable Chu Yao has become a life-giving and chasing Chu Xiwei. Chu Xun, who is sitting on the throne in the throne, has become the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who is still in power today. The old part of Jingwang also got a new turn from this Nishikawa War ... Everything is moving in a good direction, just like a dead tree that has grown back to life and grows fragile but strong green shoots.

He used his bruised spine to carry a heavy load for more than ten years, and now he can finally pause. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, only one line of footprints is shocking.

If a person walks too long, the body made of steel and iron will break. Fortunately, before Ye Fusheng becomes a walking dead, there is such a person who can wake up the smell of "living" in his heart.

Ye Fusheng is almost thirty years old this year. His life was not the first time he was emotional, but it was his first love.

This feeling is different from Fengyue's beautiful beauty, unlike the husband and wife who respect each other as strangers, strange and familiar, obscure and surging. The life and death of more than ten swords, swords and swords can't be compared to this few days of frustration. It seems that there is a winding road that has meandered from more than ten years ago. He has been trekking on this side of the mountain, and the thorns at the end of the long road have fallen. , Came a Chu Xiwei.

When he glanced at him, he was inadvertently looking around, and the spring blossomed in a flash.

This is the concern of Gu Xiao for half his life, and also the home of Ye Fusheng Pingping for ten years.

Master and apprentice, enmity, love and hate, right and wrong ... There is too much inseparable entanglement between them, which stretches for years and then crosses life and death. Now they finally come to the last fork in the road, seeing them passing by, or they may go the same way. .

Ye Fusheng's temperament is like Gu Lufang and Duan Qing. He is casual and stern, and he is too harsh. But he is born with a restrained pride. Although he can bend and stretch, he can't turn around at some point.

The principle is the same, the responsibility is the same, and the feeling is even more so.

Ye Fusheng really wanted to spend a lifetime with Chu Xi, and naturally he could not hide his whole life. If the two people are together and even the most basic respect and trust can not be done, what will the so-called Baishou long last?

Chu Xiwei didn't say anything for a long time, and Ye Fusheng also waited patiently.

Until Chu Xiwei's hand moved up slowly, covering Ye Fusheng's eyes, and waiting for him to move, the grown-up disciple suddenly turned his head and placed a hot, cold kiss in the corner of his mouth.

The hotness is the temperature of Chuxi's lips, and the coldness is the teardrops dripping silently from the man's eyes.

Ye Fusheng felt that his lips were wet and he felt tight, but Chu Xiwei didn't cry this time, raised his hands to wipe away the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and fell on his neck like a cat, rubbing gently, his voice hoarse because of a choked throat : "Master, thank you for telling me ... Thank you, didn't lie to me."

"..." Ye Fusheng had a crumpled heart, so soft in this sentence.

In fact, Chu Yao was not stupid.

At that time, to protect him, Princess Jing deliberately concealed all the secrets and secrets, but with such a keen mother, Chu Yao can be dull even if she is innocent and innocent?

Not to mention, the half-time interception at the age of eight was his personal experience from start to finish. Even though he was anxious and unclear at the time, he would always be aware of it after he grew older three years later.

He was only a young man, but he was not willing to think about it. The child at that age was the most sensitive. Chu Yao was unwilling to change his life because of his cranky thoughts, which would naturally avoid corners.

Just like all the children in the world who accidentally spied on the secret children, Chu Yao thought that nothing would happen as long as he didn't mention it, but unfortunately he deceived himself and was like floating on the water, and the bubble turned over instantly.

Up to now, the sea has turned into mulberry fields in the past ten years, neither human beings nor human beings, Gu Xiao has become Ye Fusheng, and Chu Yao has become Chu Xiwei.

He should have hated him, and there were enough reasons to hate him, but ... Gu Xiao's grievances and enmities were entangled, it was Gu Xiao who shouldered the sea; after the palace was changed, it was Gu Xiao who tried his best to protect him from Died: The death of Jingwang ’s rebellion has been to this day, it is Ye Fusheng who went to his life and death pass for him, and he took care of the troubles of the old years on his behalf.

All kinds of things, one by one, how can he hate him? How do you have the heart to continue to blame him?

Chu Xiwei embraced Ye Fusheng in his arms, as if he surrounded his remaining world with his hands, and burst into tears in silence.

Gu Xiao couldn't hear Chu Yao crying at that time, but now Ye Fusheng can't even see Chu Xi crying slightly, even if there is a noise, he can't hear it, but Ye Fusheng not only has a headache but also a pain. However, Chu Xiwei's two hands exerted great force. Ye Fusheng not only couldn't earn his arms, even his eyes were covered under his five fingers, only to see a dark sky in his palm, and no one to look at his shoulders What is the expression at the moment?

Ye Fusheng could only feel the violent ups and downs of the chest behind him. I did n’t know whether it was so painful or uncomfortable. He did n’t know what to do for a while, so he took Chu Xiwei ’s hand and clasped it tightly. The five fingers of the palm spread out one by one, and then lifted that hand to your lips according to the feeling, gently breathed, and carefully coaxed: "Hoo-the pain all flew away, do not cry or cry."

A cool breath blew slowly in the palm of the red mark, Chu Xiwei shuddered all over his body, he slowly released his hand that covered Ye Fusheng's face, and quickly wiped off the tears on his face, only a pair of them were covered. The bloodshot eyes were still red.

Since Chu Yao became Chu Xiwei, he has not cried for a long time.

One is that he grew up from a petite emperor, Sun Changcheng, to a **** and tearless master of a hundred ghosts, even if the bones are crushed, the blade is better than weakness; second, he has understood deeply in the countless difficulties and obstacles of this decade Although he still has the strength to cry, there is no one who will feel distressed because of his crying.

Lame for a lifetime, Ben Duohuan laughed and danced at least, and at least a few people cried with sorrow.

Except Ye Fusheng.

Life and death, grievances, love and hatred, right and wrong ... This person has a lot of care about Chu Xiwei. Before the unknown truth, he still refused to give up with his heart full of anxiety. The muddy water buried those wreckages of time, leaving only the messy ground waiting for all the waste.

"Master, I ..." Chu Xiwei closed her eyes, "I'm confused."

Ye Fusheng bent the corner of his mouth and put his hand on his chest, separated by clothes and flesh, Chu Xiwei felt that the heartbeat below had lost the normal rules of the day and was so chaotic as he was.

The two people on the road will finally come to this step through the thorns. In the future, it will be clear for Chu Han to pass by or to work together side by side. Chu Xiwei will be messed up because of the past, and Ye Fusheng will be indifferent. ?

Whatever the situation, the confusion should be the same.

Chu Xiwei was suddenly dumb.

Ye Fusheng asked gently: "At the beginning, you wanted to confess, now I finally gave it, then ... A Yao, how do you think?"

He tightened his palms quietly, as if to take out one heart by Chu Xiwei's hand and open his eyes. The tears that Chu Xiwei just wiped out almost rolled out again, and he must have watched Ye Fusheng for a long time, and suddenly a hard force pushed the people down on the couch.

Behind is a soft and messy bedding, Ye Fusheng naturally does not feel pain when falling down, but Chu Xiwei pressed most of his body against him. Even if he avoided the wound, he still felt suffocated, but Ye Fusheng had not yet spoken , Chu Xiwei lowered his head and kissed him.

Ye Fusheng just woken up just now, wearing only a middle body, because of repeated movements and pulls have been loosened for the most part, Chu Xiwei kissed him directly on the flesh, obviously just like a dragonfly, like the water through the flesh. His muscles and bones fell into his beating heart, and he was forced to sweat with sweat, and his body warmed up.

His hand holding Chu Xiwei's shoulders tightened suddenly, and he didn't know that he should praise a disciple who didn't know how to learn from himself, or whether he should first push people away and calm down. However, this time the choice was not in Ye Fusheng ’s hands. Before he tangled up with it, Chu Xiwei raised his head, facing his eyes, and said slowly: "I am the son of my parents, and I have two enemies. Do n’t let it go lightly; I ’m the continuation of the Chu Family. I have one blame. I dare not forget my ancestor.

Gu Xiao is sorry for Chu Yao. Is Jing Wangfu worthy of Gu Xiao?

Everything in the world, but the cause and effect cycle, repay the compensation.

"The ice and snow on the Baizhang cliff was brought by you." After a pause, Chu Xi lowered his head to kiss his brow, his throat moved hard, and his voice was hoarse, "Master, you did ... It ’s enough, and I ... do n’t want you. "

Ye Fusheng's eyes widened. He had lifted his heart in his throat and slowly fell back into position. He smashed beneath his ribs, spreading his limbs and bones, giving him the power to regenerate.

He looked up at Chu Xiwei. The former soft and mellow young boy now had a long bone, and a distinct chest was visible along the open neckline. His shoulders were wide, his arms were slender and strong, and he supported them on both sides of Ye Fusheng's head. Support the sky above him.

Skylight leaked in through the window, and the ashes in the incense burner lightly smoked away. When the wind came, it blurred Chu Xiwei's eyebrows and Ye Fusheng's eyes.

His face was still pale, but his blood rose slowly. His eyes did not know whether he was fascinated by wind and smoke or tolerated sourness. He slowly climbed into the confused red, and his left leg suddenly lifted up to Chuxi's thin waist. On the other hand, a man pressed down hard, holding his hand firmly on the bed, and leaned down to kiss him.

Ye Fusheng embraced Chu Xiwei's lips, and his tongue could not refuse to pry open his lips and slip into the mouth, but he did not hurry to plunder, and only wrapped thinly.

A tear fell on the corner of Chu Xiwei's eyes, he blinked subconsciously, and put the sweet and bitter into his eyes, back into the deepest place in his heart.

It seemed as though spirits were poured on the woodpile, where a fire suddenly ignited, burning from the inside out and the whole body boiling hot.

He raised his hands and hugged Ye Fusheng's tight back. The two of them fell on the couch while holding a kissing posture. It was like destiny intertwined. No matter what happened or what happened, they all became a line at this moment.

Ye Fusheng was in a state of emotional excitement, and a layer of hot sweat came out of his body. He stared at Chu Xi for a moment. Without doing anything, he bowed his head to kiss those eyes.

It's a pity that his lips had just been lifted with eyelashes, and Chu Xiwei suddenly turned over and pressed down the unreliable guy. His right hand was carefully clasping his right palm wrapped with bandages. The left hand was under Ye Fusheng's waist. At first, he was stiff. However, Ye Fusheng's next move shocked him instantly.

Chu Xiwei's upper body clothing had already been loosened and was lying on his arms. Ye Fusheng's left hand moved across his back and felt a scarred scar.

Chu Xiwei held his horse and rushed out of the alien camp on the night, blocking all the swords and swords behind him. From the beginning to the end, he did not disturb him in his arms.

It was Chu Xiwei's longest night, but Ye Fusheng slept the most peaceful night.

Chu Xiwei was touched by the wound on his back as if he had touched the tail of the cat, and his body shook. He felt that the person below wanted to sit up and hurriedly said: "Don't look at it, you will get a scar in a few days. it is good."

"I don't see it, let me count, one, two, three ..." Ye Fusheng's slightly cool fingers slipped all the way from the neck fossa of his back, gently and slowly, measuring Chu Xiwei's back an inch by inch, counting him a little silently There are a few scars on the body, "Together, big and small, 33 mouths, do you still hurt?"

Chu Xi shook her head slightly, but saw Ye Fusheng raised her upper body, sticking her tongue out and licking gently on his open chest. The moist and warm touch started from the flesh and spread to the heart beating under the ribs.

Ye Fusheng closed his eyes.

Over the years, he has lived into what he had never dared to think about, and his scars have been cured and added, but he never took it seriously, but when Ye Fusheng counted the scars on Chu Xiwei's back, he suddenly felt Difficult pain that is hard to vent.

"Ayao ..." Ye Fusheng's wandering fingers stopped at Chu Xiwei's back, and he felt the deep and full of affection in his hands, and said softly, "I'm really lucky to have three lives with you."

He has experienced more facts in his elder years. He has long lost the sharpness he didn't care about when he was young. He is always cautious and forward-looking. And strong.

Chu Xiwei took his hand, leaned over his lips and kissed it softly, his voice muffled: "Master, you and I live with each other and live in harmony with each other. You don't need to say these words to increase your politeness. You are willing to help me Alive, I'm naturally not hesitant to die for you, those hardships and obstacles, I haven't thought that there is no answer for so long, and I know where people can be counted as sages after his years, but how many storms we have since After that, do n’t lose anyone. "

During the speech, Chu Xi's left hand under Ye Fusheng's waist finally moved. He gently rubbed the thin waistline with little force and little movement, just like a child asking for sugar to grab the corner of the adult's clothes. Swing carefully, full of hints.

Ye Fusheng's waist bones were so soft that he felt them. He weighed his own "residual body" not enough to turn over and decided to lie down and prepare to let the young people taste some sweetness first.

He relaxed his body while holding Chu Xiwei ’s chin and hooked the person down. The tip of his tongue licked at the corner of his fiery lips, then drifted quietly, taking a bite on the cheek and making a shallow mark. .

Chu Xiwei's long-suppressed energy was triggered at this moment, just like a sparkling fire. With the gust of wind sweeping thousands of miles, the water in the depression was also boiled. In the blink of an eye, there was a tumult of love in the red dust three thousand feet, intertwined with the interspersed adult. A dazzling net in the water.

There are no thousands of styles in the net, only one person in a lifetime.

Before the breath was completely out of control, Chu Xi leaned in Ye Fusheng's ear, his tone was gone, and his breath was short. He was short of breath and even had a wind in his speech: "Master, if you hurt, let me stop ... I listen to you. "

Ye Fusheng was hot and irritable. He raised his hands and patted his head lightly, raising a pair of sweaty eyes. The two peach blossoms inside burst out quietly, with a hook in the corner of his mouth, deliberately slowing down the sound Take it lightly, and drag the tail long: "Spirit, my pants are off, do you ... do you want to put it back on me?"

The tone of the last three words was hooked maliciously by him, like a finger scratching lightly in Chu Xiwei's ear.

"..."

The rational young man who broke the **** in a second treated him with frankness.

The skin is blind, the limbs are intertwined, like a turbulent stream of water flowing to the end, and immediately flying down the cliff and the cliff, the red dust has gone to the top, and the sinking is gone.

Never know the origin of love.

Under the futuristic quilt, two hands clasped their fingers together, Chu Xiwei's face, which had been cast in the cold and indifference of this decade, was dyed red by the emotions, with a few hairy kids. Jerky and impetuous, sweaty crow feather black hair scattered the back of the spine, and several strands hung on Ye Fusheng's chest, scratching his heart from the surface and back.

His astute mind had only a blank space until now, his eyes were a little loose, and he stared blankly at the turbulent dark eyes above, and saw his appearance from the bottomless vortex.

Breathing has long been disturbed, and my heartbeat is finally out of control.

Ye Fusheng didn't drink, but people were already drunk.

Chu Xiwei's hand stretched from Ye Fusheng's shoulder to the vest. The undulating butterfly bones were like the wings of a bird struggling when it fell on the net. He used light force, but his fingers held the spine carefully, his eyes moved, and the corners of his lips Weiqi.

It seems that the beast quietly exposed its fangs, showing the magic and aggression that was usually pressed under the painting skin. After a long layout and waiting, it finally bit the prey, not rushing into the abdomen, but chewing slowly. It tasted slowly, the broken and intermittent sounds combined with the skin and bone hue, is the supreme feast in the world.