Fu Zhenhong's hair was still in a semi-dry state, and the long jet-black supple was scattered behind his back, and the white moonlight blended with the lights in the room to shine on his hair, as if covering the black hair with a layer of hazy silver light.At the moment when Di Xin's gaze touched Fu Zhenhong, a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes.Under the halo, Daji in his sight was tall and elegant, the pure white "color" cloak wrapped the slender figure of the other party, and the fine soft "hair" near the neck on the cloak was gently stroked by the breeze, adding a bit of cute lightness.This was the first time that Di Xin had seen Daji dressed in white, like snow that was not stained with dirt, and for a while, he didn't know whether it was the whiter clothes or Daji's skin "color" that was whiter.In the days when he met Daji, Daji had always been wearing a red shirt.Compared with the red clothes, Daji, who is dressed in white, has a sense of distance.There was an almost cruel indifference in his casual eyes.It's like frost and snow on an iceberg, out of reach, as if nothing can leave any marks under these eyes.Di Xin or Jue Daji is more suitable for red "color".Daji is flamboyant, born to be gorgeous and dazzling, like a demon flower blooming on the cliff, scorching thousands of people, touching people's hearts at a glance.People know that there is a bottomless abyss below, and they are willing to step on it in order to touch this thrilling beauty.Di Xin pursed his lips and glanced down at the unfinished painting, the person in the painting was dressed in red, with a face like a peach blossom, and a charming appearance, although it was very beautiful, but in the end, it was a cold dead thing, and it was not as good as himself.Di Xin put down his pen and walked towards the real person in the painting.Di Xin stopped in front of Fu Zhenhong, he was tall, strong and tough, standing in front of Fu Zhenhong at this moment, completely shrouding Fu Zhenhong in his shadow.This is like an alternative confinement, binding Fu Zhenhong in his arms, not allowing others to prying eyes, and at the same time, it is also like a block, a wall blocking all the storms and dangers in the outside world.Fu Zhenhong raised her head slightly and looked at Di Xin.Di Xin stretched out his hand and stroked the hair in front of Fu Zhenhong's forehead, glanced at Fu Zhenhong's still relatively wet hair ends, and there was a rare softness in his deep magnetic voice: "This night is cold, why don't you let Cui Kite dry her hair." ”Fu Zhenhong said: "I want the king to help me dry it with his own hands." ”If he is a bystander, he will only be guilty of a great rebellion to kill his head, but he is the presumptuous person, and everything becomes logical.is preferred, so there will be no fear.Di Xin laughed, and took Fu Zhenhong's hand all the way.Di Xin's palm was warm and powerful, and the hands of the two of them with their index fingers interlocked at the moment felt a little old together.When he reached the soft collapse, Di Xin asked Fu Zhenhong to sit with his back to him, while he himself sat next to Fu Zhenhong behind him.The faint fragrance emanating from Fu Zhenming's hair poured into the tip of Di Xin's nose, Di Xin leaned over the top of his hair and sniffed lightly, and then began to help Fu Zhenhong wipe his hair.His movements were very gentle, although jerky but delicate, just like helping Fu Zhenhong with "medicine" in the tent at that time.Speaking of "medicine", at that time, the day after Di Xin gave Fu Zhenhong the "medicine", Fu Zhenhong still rode a horse to follow Di Xin and Shen Gong Leopard.Su Daji is the child of the Marquis of Jizhou, a person who was pampered and raised, if she twisted her foot, it would not have been possible to recover the next day.It doesn't make sense.But Di Xin didn't ask him, he didn't ask him why he 'shot' a bow to hunt because he could ride a horse.The king didn't say anything, it was as it should have been.Perhaps this king knew in his heart, like a mirror, that he saw all the developments of the situation, and then put this insight into everything in the depths of those unruly eyes.Proud, assertive, decisive in killing, and uncertain in "temperament".This is his impression in front of outsiders.But under this "temperament", there must be more terrifying beasts lurking."
What are you thinking?"
Di Xin's voice slowly sounded behind Fu Zhenhong, and the low voice seemed to be attached to Fu Zhenhong's back all the way into his eardrums.Fu Zhenhong turned his head and squinted at Di Xin, "Are you thinking about what the king is doing?"
”When Di Xin heard this, he didn't answer immediately, but put down the soft cloth that had become wet in his hand and hugged Fu Zhenhong from behind.His strong arms wrapped around Fu Zhenhong's waist, and his broad palms were attached to Fu Zhenhong's abdomen."
I'm painting."
Di Xin gently rested his chin on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, tilted his head to look at Fu Zhenhong's flawless side face, and slowly added: "The Lonely King is painting you." ”Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows.Di Xin laughed and deliberately asked, "Could it be that Fei Daji thinks that the Lone King can only wield knives and guns?"
”Fu Zhenhong also laughed, and his tone was admitted: "King Wen Tao Wuluo." ”He said.Di Xin found it interesting: "But they all feel that the Lone King is impulsive, clumsy in writing and ink, and only knows how to kill." ”"Them?""
yes, they."
There was a hint of indiscernible emotion in Di Xin's tone: "A group of self-righteous and stubborn officials who cling to the concept of hierarchy, a group of commoners who are willing to be mediocre driven by servile nature. ”"Does the king care what those people think?"
Fu Zhenhong asked.Di Xin asked him rhetorically, "Do you think King Gu cares?"
”Fu Zhenhong shook her head: "I don't know." ”After all, he is not a party to this issue, how can he really explain it.Di Xin laughed, and the hot breath he exhaled sprayed on the side of Fu Zhenhong's neck, "Daji." ”He read Fu Zhenhong's name, with a slight entanglement in his tone.
The meaning of cotton and compassion."
I want to see the king's paintings.""
Okay."
The desk where Di Xin painted was about two meters away from the soft collapse, obviously only about ten steps away, but Di Xin once again took Fu Zhenhong's hand.But the difference this time was that they walked to the desk, and Di Xin's hand did not let go, still holding Fu Zhenhong's hand tightly, and his ten fingers were tightly clasped.Fu Zhenhong saw the picture scroll spread out on the desk.He is seated under a tree, his lips slightly hooked, and his hands raised.This picture is not unfamiliar to Fu Zhenhong.And there should be another person in this unfinished painting, because this painting is painted exactly when he and Di Xin first met, Di Xin stretched out his hand to him.Because some time had passed, and all the brush and ink on the scroll had dried, Fu Zhenhong stroked it with another hand that was not held by Di Xin.'
Touching' the person in the painting, or more accurately, the person in the painting is wearing clothes.The shirt was the only difference he could remember about that memory.Although the person in the painting is sitting, it can also be seen that the red "color" shirt is the style that men should wear.Yes, men should wear styles.Fu Zhenhong's expression was a little subtle, he turned his head and looked at Di Xin like this, and Di Xin also lowered his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong.The eyes of the two looked at each other, and a faint ambiguity lingered in the narrow air.
Dark.Di Xin turned sideways and grabbed Fu Zhenhongfu."
Touched" the hand of the picture scroll, and then put it on his lips and kissed it, after kissing, he did not let go, but slowly rubbed the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand with his lips.Fu Zhenhong could feel the hot breath spraying on his hand, and the scorching breath was like a flame, filled with a strong and scorching emotion.He saw that Di Xin's eyes were gradually deepening, and his dark pupils appeared with affection and plunder.
Take away the "color".Fu Zhenhong leaned his head on Di Xin's chest, Di Xin pinched Fu Zhenhong's ears affectionately, and then supported Fu Zhenhong's waist with both hands, and hugged him directly on the desk.Fu Zhenhong's hand wrapped around Di Xin's neck, his legs naturally hung down, and Di Xin stood in the vacant position in the middle.Di Xin's waist is strong and full of explosive power, and when Fu Zhenhong's legs are attached to Di Xin's waist through the fabric of his shirt, he can clearly feel the warm and firm feeling full of elasticity.At this moment, the posture of the two could make their eyes completely level with each other, and Fu Zhenhong saw himself in Di Xin's eyes, and also saw a cheetah ready to attack.At this time, neither Di Xin nor Fu Zhenhong spoke, and this silence made the breathing sound of the two of them appear clear and muddy.The clarity was due to the fact that there were only the two of them in the entire space, and the cloudiness was due to the growing thirst in the depths of Dixin's pupils.Di Xin stared at Fu Zhenhong deeply for a few seconds, and then leaned over and kissed the lips that had been seducing him.At the moment when the lips of the two of them met, Di Xin let out a very slight sigh of satisfaction, he was like a hungry beast that had wandered in the desert for a long time, and after finding an oasis that could quench his thirst, he clenched on, wantonly wanting to taste a more fragrant sweetness.The strength with which he held Fu Zhenhong's cheek was gentle, but the attack on his lips became more and more intense, and he kissed it very hard, as if he wanted to swallow Fu Zhenhong into his stomach and then melt deeply into his body.Fu Zhenhong didn't know how long Di Xin had kissed, his tongue was hooked by Di Xin, and the other party's strong patrol made him feel breathless.In the end, when the lips of the two separated, a trace of saliva flowed from the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips."
Daji..."
Di Xin called Fu Zhenhong's name, and his deep voice was slightly hoarse.He gently stroked the moistness from the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips with his fingertips, and then his fingers slowly descended, and finally stopped on the cloak ribbon tied under Fu Zhenhong's neck.On the other side, in the moon...
Above the gate of the palace, Jiang Ziya was about to jump off this high wall, but after hearing the conversation of the two guards below, he instantly paused———— "Have you seen the beauty that the king brought back from Jizhou today?"
It is said that that face can be described as the national "color" and heavenly fragrance. ”"Don't talk about the face, I don't even see the shadow of my clothes.""
How so?
Didn't you take charge of the patrol of Dening Palace in the first half of the night, and the king settled that beauty in Dening Palace, did you even see it?
”"Except for the emerald kite, the king doesn't allow others to approach the inner hall, and he is precious to that beauty.""
It seems that the king really likes that beauty this time, tonight Su Daji was recruited to the king's bedroom, this time must be in Nafu.
Rong Tent.
Nuan Zhong is loved by the king hard......
"The two guards walked farther and farther, and their voices became smaller and quieter.Jiang Ziya's mind echoed the last words of the guard, and his eyes unconsciously looked in the direction of Di Xin's bedroom.Are you going back......
Go back and see how it goes......
Jiang Ziya closed the corners of his cold and hard lips, glanced at the door of the palace, and hesitated and wavered for the first time.