I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

The gatekeepers were a few young and handsome cowardly men, who greeted me not like generals facing the enemy, but as masters returning from hunting.

I was welcomed into the red shed and sat in the honorable seat covered with silk.The melons and lotus root were floating in the crystal basin, and they immediately served fresh barbecue and wine.

I looked around with a dark face, but I didn't see any place where I could ambush the swordsmen. I could knock over these cowardly men with thin arms and legs with one hand, and I calmed down a little, and asked: "Where's your master?"

The leader Qie Lian hurriedly replied: "Since the general is here, Mr. Shen will be there soon."

My eyes twitched when I heard it: "What Mr. Shen?"

Someone outside the carved velvet curtain chuckled: "Of course it's Mr. Shen Shiwei."

I hurriedly stood up.

Qi Liankou knelt down like a lamb hearing the roar of a tiger, touching the ground with his fingertips, this was the greatest courtesy they could do to Master Zhengao.

The red curtain rose and fell, and people outside the curtain came in.

People from Zhengao are red and black, and the visitor is wearing a dark red satin gown, and there are big gemstones that are as dazzling as red-hot coals tangled in his braids.

Qi Liankou Yili wiped the non-existent dust on his soft boots with the hem of his clothes, but he couldn't wait any longer, stepped on their palms and walked towards me.

Manjushri waved away the cowardly pity in the shed, and said with a smile: "You are still hungry, why don't you need something?" His tone was the same as when he was making tea for me.

I said: "You, you..."

Manjusri admired the fluctuating expression on my face for a while, and said sweetly, "Why, am I not Shen Shiwei?"

I said, "You know everything?" For a moment, I felt that my question was really a villain.

He picked up the golden knife on the table and deboned the barbecue meat in front of me: "Sir, sit down first. It's not easy to prepare Han food in the army. Although these are Zhengao's customs, I ordered them to be cooked according to my taste. Master, try it first, did I remember correctly?"

I don't have the appetite to eat, I only heard the sound of the golden knife tapping the silver plate.

"The grains and rice offered today are rough, but no matter what, Manjusri slaves have good intentions. How can I burn them all on fire." He gave me a sideways look coquettishly, and I saw clearly that he drew his brows and eyes with a charcoal pencil.Manjusri's complexion is fair, and instead of applying powder, he put on a light layer of rouge.His attire is the attire of a Zhengao boy, which is a bit out of date at his age.

Manjushri knows that I don't like his effeminate and Israeli way of serving others the most.In the past, he only wore coarse clothes and tried hard to imitate Qiu Ba's rough manners, but today he is so charming that he wants to provoke me deliberately.

Seeing that I was silent, he said to himself: "But after getting along for half a year, I know that the master is not a person who can be cruel. I'm afraid it's Mr. Shen's life?" He knocked on the edge of the plate with a knife, and sighed: " Oh, why did I forget again. There is another Mr. Shen. I am Mr. Shen."

The word "Shen Gongzi" made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles: "You, how do you know?"

Manjushri said: "I have my own way. Not only do I know that I am, but I also know that he is not. Maybe I know more things than the master. When the master broke up with me, he said that he would tell me one day. Is this the case? Now that I figured it out myself, wouldn’t I feel sorry for someone if I saved the Lord.”

I felt a little stuffy in my chest, so I changed the topic and said, "Didn't I tell you to go to the south? How could you go back again?"

Manjushri seemed a little disappointed that I didn't continue to entangle this topic with him.But after a pause, he still accepted: "Master, don't be angry, I didn't go back until Hanyande killed the young lord and burned Fengshun City. It was a good fire, even though Hanyande hated me , but by accident, he did a good thing for me. He burned the lord's mother and concubine to death. The two people who couldn't bear me died, and I saw this time and returned to the lord's side. The lord already loved me, and when he thought he had lost everything, I came back from the dead, and he got it back, oh, tell me, how much should he pity me?" He seemed afraid that I wouldn't believe it, and lazily looked at the luxurious red Peng raised his eyebrows, and said again: "Poor king, the hero of the first generation, now he hates Han Yande so much that he is in a daze, and he obeys me. Even a cowardly person like me said that he wanted to supervise the army, but he didn't even think about it." I agree."

Manjusri's red robe was embroidered with rare birds and animals, so it must be very valuable, but the arrow sleeves of Zhengao's robe were too short to cover the old scars on his wrists.I said: "But that King Helie..."

He saw me looking at the scar on his wrist, as if remembering something.Instead, he lifted his sleeves up: "By the way, I forgot. I thought it was the lord who gave me the Longevity Sutra, otherwise it would have been so easy to save me. This is a wrong for the lord. Lord, do you want to save me?" I think, I never said that. But then again, even if the palace is really a fire pit, I can only jump back."

He finally picked the barbecue, put the knife, and sat down on the low chair opposite me: "Manjusri is a useless thing. As a child, he can only do one thing, and that is to serve men. I can't do business, I can't farm. Dongtian, I can't be an official, I can't fight a war. I can't find a home. Alas, whose husband can I be? What woman would want such a husband? I would like to be the son of Lord Shen, but we How could the Lord Shen, who is in command of the Generalissimo, want a son like me?"

Manjusri covered his mouth with a smile: "Master, if I were the son of Lord Shen, who would that be?"

He pushed the barbecue towards me, the smell of oil wafting across my face.I picked up and chewed two pieces, and they tasted so good that he didn't forget my taste at all.

The topic I didn't want to talk about came back after going around, I said: "Manjusri, this world is sorry for you, but I always feel that it is sorry for no one." I thought of the blood and yellow dust on Shen Shiwei's white clothes. That leg, and the tears he fell on my shoulders: "He's not as good as you think."

Manjusri was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed and laughed: "The young owner of Zhuoxiu is having a hard time! Did he fight with animals for food? Was he beaten three times a day? Or was he serving men at the age of 13? No, he’s always a man.” Seeing me eating meat, he fished out a big frost-covered plum from the crystal basin: “My lord, you really like him, he stuck a thorn in his hand, In your eyes, it hurts more than someone else's chest with a knife."

I am speechless.After thinking about it, he said resentfully: "Let's be like this. Speaking of why it happened like this, I don't know what you know, but I don't understand everything. But I only know one thing, he was also a baby at that time. No matter who is responsible for this bad debt, you can’t blame him, can you?”

Manjushri also put the peeled and juicy plums in front of me: "What I said is reasonable. But the reasoning is too inhumane. I have suffered for 20 years. I have to hate someone, right? It means to make me hate the ways of the world, but I hate the ways of the world. There is no way of life. What harms people is never the ways of the world, but people. Should I hate the lord? The lord is my backer. If you hate him, you will hate me. Clothes, meat, and a good life, hating him is too tiring. Hate Zhuang Zhuang? He is too powerful, too lofty, and I am afraid that I will never see him suffer. I can't afford to hate him. Could it be that I hate you? But Manjusri is reluctant. I can only hate Mr. Shen. Shouldn’t I hate him? Everything that should be mine has been taken away by him.”

His beautiful eyes turned around, and his eyes were eager to stream.

I smiled wryly, "You took so much trouble to call me here just to tell me this?"

He said: "Don't worry, Lord. Even if I hate him, I can't take back what he took away, no matter martial arts or life experience. What I want to talk about today is about me and Lord."

He dragged out the last sentence sweetly and long, and leaned over to me.I backed off, a little impatient: "Talk well. Is it always interesting?"

He said: "I said that the lord hates Han Yande so much that he hates it. I'm not just joking. The lord has a stubborn temperament, he is filial to his mother, and he has lived a smooth life in this life. He has never suffered such a big loss. He is now There are good times and bad times, when it is good, you can still march and fight, everything is as usual, but when it is bad, everyone will kill him, and three generals have been killed. At night, he always said that he saw his mother and concubine crying and crying, but he couldn't save him. I filled the house with big tanks, and soaked myself in the water all night. Only when I talk, he can still listen."

This is typical persecution delusion and insanity.

Hanyande's fire unexpectedly produced this result.I couldn't help but sat up straight and listened to him.

He continued: "Although Hanyande's part was broken up by the lord, it ran away as the culprit. For some reason, the lord decided that he hid in Guiyun City, and he must kill Guiyun to avenge his mother. A hundred-legged snake, die and die." Not stiff, although the lord has collapsed, but all the people under his command have not died yet, and this army has just returned to the Liezong River. I told the lord that indeed everyone wants to harm him, but he still wants to kill him. I can be relied on, so the lord sent me to supervise the army. Lord, this situation is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if I cooperate with the rebel army inside and outside, not to mention that the Helie army is not a threat, maybe I can fight back against the barbarian emperor."

What he said was really tempting, but I felt something was wrong.I said, "That's good. So what do you want?"

He poured a glass of amber wine, raised the silver cup in front of me, and said aggrievedly: "What do I want? Can't I just do it for the good of the Lord?"

If I didn't know him and Shen Zhiwei, maybe I would really believe them if they were said to be brothers.

In terms of the depth of the city of these two people, the Tenth Ring Road has already expanded to Hebei.But the genre is slightly different.In order not to let people see through the original intention, one relied on pretending not to care about anything, while the other relied on acting a little too much.

One is fake, calm and breezy, and the other is false, crying, they are equally annoying in terms of annoying.

Seeing me staring at him without speaking, he finally lost his interest.

Manjusri put down the cup, leaned back in the chair, and crossed one leg.

His soft leather boots were tipped with a large pearl.Being gently bumped by him, she trembled just like those timid mouths just now: "Didn't I say that? My fate with you is not over yet."