I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

This is not an interrogative sentence.

Hanyande stood up and waved the drum music in the hall.After he ordered a few times, the musicians left immediately, and another group of people came up. In ancient times, it was really troublesome to change a CD.

There are only 16 people on this new CD. Except for wooden fish and bells, all other musical instruments are in strange shapes. They look like weapons and kitchen utensils. In short, I don’t know them at all.Although the musicians have long hair, they wear cassocks. It is very strange that they are neither monks nor vulgar.

The 16 people sat down on four sides, and the maid threw something into the smoldering brazier, and the smoke was steaming, and the smell was tangy.

The music is also slowly rising.

These weird instruments played in unison, although it is not unpleasant, but for some reason, it just makes me feel confused and restless.

Suddenly, a golden bell rang, and the disturbing sound seeped out, like a wisp of dark fragrance wafting from the bloody battlefield.

Someone came out of the inner room, wearing a Buddha crown, wearing a wreath, silk gold gauze, and bare feet.

The golden bell was tied around her ankle, jingling every step of the way.

The long hall has been full of banquets for a day, and the floor is full of spilled wine, fallen bones, and dust trampled by people from all over the place.

And her snow-white feet trod the filth, circling and leaping, doing the most wondrous dance I've ever seen in my life.

As she danced closer and closer, I finally saw clearly, how could there be gold on the red gauze?It was she who was painted with golden patterns all over her body, looming under the flying red mist.

The dancer Naga is as boneless as a dragon and snake, and with the beat of the drums, she tactfully makes thousands of weird gestures.On this cold spring night, although she was almost naked, she was burning like a raging flame.

Flames on the funeral pyre.

No matter how sad and heroic it is, it is just tumbling with unspeakable horror.

I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and I understood what made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles.

It turned out that the musicians played Buddhist music, but they played it in a frivolous and absurd manner; the dancer imitated the postures of celestial maidens and Bodhisattvas, but twisted them into various copulating postures.

The painted gold on her body was slightly smeared by Xianghan, and every word and every sentence was the truth.

I turned my head to look at Hanyande, and was about to say something, but I saw Hanyande staring at the dancer with a good look, and said with a low smile, "This is the treasure that King Helie gave me. Angel, what do you think?" ?”

His last sentence was soft and light, ambiguous, coupled with that "angel", it really seemed to be teasing me.

I twitched the corners of my mouth as a response, and Hanyande gritted his teeth and sneered: "This is King Helie's most beloved cowardly mouth. King Helie was impassioned in Dadu, saying that if Dahan doesn't recover, he will die a day in the suburbs." Not far away. However, the Emperor Manzi asked in front of all civil and military officials: "In this case, what is the Manjusri slave of your family who is famous in Gongbei used for?" In addition, she saw that she was jealous of the princess, and King Helie gave her to me."

He looked at the dancer girl again, eyes full of bitter hatred: "Five cities can be exchanged for this beautiful woman, of course I want to build a jade building to hide, and make a contribution with a hundred flowers. How dare I get involved. When I was in Fucheng , King Helie came to meet her from time to time, although Qingyu is far away now, but he gave an order, no matter where, I will send someone to escort her to accomplish a good deed."

Isn't this Zhang Dahu marrying Pan Jinlian to Wu Dalang?I sighed in my heart, this King Helie is too deceitful.

But Han Yande laughed and raised his voice: "Manjusri slave, come forward!"

The drumming didn't stop, and the dancer called Manjushri Slave walked gently to our table, but didn't kneel down, just crossed arms and saluted according to the custom of Zhengao women.

Firstly, it was inappropriate for me to turn my face away in front of Han Yande, and secondly, as a man, I really like to see beautiful women with bare bottoms, so I simply looked her up and down generously.

Manjushri is tall and graceful, with two smooth white legs that are long and straight, but it doesn't look right when it comes to her upper body. Although her chest is bare, there are only two small golden lotuses hanging on her nipples to cover her, but as a girl, it is not unavoidable. Also too flat.

There was a thud in my heart, and the nondescript Buddhist music in my ears was even more absurd, so I hurriedly looked to a higher place.In the dim candlelight, the Adam's apple seemed to be partly visible on her neck, but her face was both mellow and indescribably timid, charming to the bone.

There was a trace of gold on her slightly parted lips, and people couldn't help but wipe it off for her.

etc! WTF! !Is this Hideyoshi?This is Hideyoshi, right?

Hanyande naturally couldn't hear the silent roar in my heart, and only continued: "When King Helie and her had a tryst at my house, I heard this demon dance music through the wall, just like fairy music from the clouds. Manjushri, It turned out that the secret dance that King Helie showed off to people looked like this. Today, thanks to the blessing of the angel, I finally got a chance to see it. Why don't you toast the angel?"

Manjushri shuddered slightly, saluted again, and picked up the wine glass on the table.

I was still working on her Adam's apple, and when she raised her hand, I couldn't help but step back with the stool, and the legs of the stool scraped against the floor and screeched like brakes.After retreating two or three inches, she felt that this was too impolite, so she hurriedly smiled at her, and took the cup with shaking hands.

The Manjushri slave didn't notice anything, his white face was carved out of ivory, and there was no expression at all.After I finished drinking, I returned to my original position.

Hanyande looked her up and down for a long time, and finally said meaningfully: "You go down."

I stared straight at Manjusri's slim back as he walked away.

Just now, the filth splashed by her when she danced even splattered her calves, but the dirtier she was, the more lily would appear on her snow-white feet.How can someone with such a gait carry a handle?For a while, I only wished that it wasn't an English story, and at least I could distinguish between he and she when Hanyande's previous story was recapped.

He was thinking wildly, but Han Yande stood up, together with the three confidantes.I am also busy standing up.Han Yande made a long bow to me, and said solemnly: "Angel! I only hope that the heavenly army will go north soon, and Yang Yande will fight with swords and shoes. I only want a battle to avenge my shame!"

By the time the banquet was over, it was already dark.

Hanyande sent me back to the residence. I was so sleepy that my eyelids were fighting, and I was a little overwhelmed. I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping or sleeping. I simply moved a chair and sat in the middle of the yard to talk to Zhuaner who was woken up. He kept complaining that I went to see the world without him.

The chilly wind blows, I feel refreshed a lot, and just about to go to sleep, someone is banging on the door.

Zhuan'er went to answer the door, but did not let anyone in, so he blocked the door and asked, "Who... are you looking for?"

This made me nervous for a while, but then I became less nervous. If it is really an assassin, I have never seen anyone who would knock on the door first.

I also walked towards the gate of the courtyard and pulled Zhuan'er away: "Who is it?"

The visitor stood in the dark without lighting a lantern. Through a flickering candle in Zhuan'er's hand, I saw that he had a narrow-sleeved leather jacket, double braids, and was dressed in real clothes.Hearing a different person speaking, he suddenly raised his head.

As soon as he looked up, my face twitched.

It was none other than the beauty who performed the dance in the hall just now.

I blurted out: "Master Hou asked you to come?"

Manjushri was stunned, shook his head, and said hesitantly, "Angel, it's me..."

It's even worse if you're yourself!

I looked behind him, there was no moon tonight, it was dark everywhere, and it was midnight in the old house, which was extremely desolate.Fortunately, no one has passed by for the time being, but the fire is flickering in the distance, and the night guards should come over in a while.

I was in a dilemma, so I had to say, "You come in first."

With a grateful expression on his face, he hurriedly stepped into the yard.

Zhuan'er looked at him and then at me, and said: "Master, he is..." Before he finished speaking, he let me blast into the room.

Although this kid will definitely look into the yard secretly after entering the house, it is wrong to let Manjushri into the yard, and he must never be allowed to enter my house again.It's good for someone to peek, I'm a married man now, and if something happens later, I won't be able to jump into the mane and be unable to wash it off.

I let Manjushri into the yard, and I didn't know why I was a little angry. I didn't care if he was standing or not, and I fell on the stool covered with mink fur: "Looking for me?"

Now that the fire is a little brighter, I can finally take a closer look at him.This person looks very handsome, but he is so handsome that he gives birth to beauty.I look familiar, and I don't know which star of my era I look like.

But even though he looks like a man and a woman, but now that he has removed the heavy makeup, he will not be as indistinguishable as the hall just now, and he can be seen as a man.

At least I cleared up the doubts in my heart, and I couldn't help but relax a bit: "You tell me."

As soon as the words came out, Manjushri fell to his knees and kowtowed hard at me a few times: "I beg the angel to save my life!"

Nothing could surprise me at this point.I suddenly understood why I was unhappy, the drama along the way was really bloody!

I crossed my legs and arranged the clothes on my knees: "Oh? Help you? How can I help you?"

Manjusri prostrated on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly: "I know that there is already a disharmony between Lord Hou and King Zong. Lord Hou knows that King Zong is jealous, and today he still asks Manjusri to dance a secret dance that cannot be curtained. Manjusri's death date I'm afraid it's close!"

I picked my nostrils: "You worry too much. It's getting late, go back and wash and sleep."

Today's demon dance, Han Yande must not be trying to seduce me, but to show that he has completely broken with King Helie.It's really hard to say how he will deal with this Manjusri slave. According to this bloody routine, he might be taken into his own room. If he is in good health, he will cuckold King Helie twice a day.

Of course Manjusri refused to go back to wash and sleep. He raised his face, and there were two tear stains shining: "Angels are noble people, how do you know that they are cowardly, pitiful, and cheap like ants. When I came down from the hall today, I thought about it and thought about it. I can think of how easy it is for Master Hou to kill me, so why not kill me? But I can't think of a reason for him to be merciful."

I thought of Han Yande's hating eyes in the hall today, my heart sank, and I couldn't laugh suddenly.

Seeing that I was silent, Manjushri called out again, "Angel..."

I was upset: "You know me?"

He froze for a moment, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The more he is like this, the more I hate it: "You call out angels one by one, do you know whether this angel believes in God or Allah?"

Manjushri shook his head slowly and stiffly.

I laughed out loud: "What a coincidence! I don't know you either." As I said that, I leaned back on the chair and looked at the dark sky: "I won't hang around with you anymore. You and I never know each other. Acquaintance, you don't know what I'm here for, and you don't know what kind of person I am, but you dare to ask me to save you? How do I know if you are harboring some kind of ghost, and if someone has laid a bait for me? Why should I save you?"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was right, and I made up my mind that as soon as he opened his mouth and said "because I think you are a good person", I would immediately hack him out.

After a while, Manjushri said, "I want to live."

His voice was not loud, but he was extremely firm.I looked down and found that his tears had stopped before I knew it.

He repeated again in a low voice: "The angel is right, but the ants still steal their lives. I want to live."

After a moment of stalemate, Manjusri stood up suddenly, and even smiled at me: "Although I don't know where the angel came from, the angel must be Han. I, I am actually Han."

I snorted coldly in my heart, I am a man of Chinese descent, even the compass in your place was invented by a witch named Qibai, it is useless to me to set the magnet of national sentiment.Just waiting for the next sentence, he saw him brushing his braids back to his shoulders and starting to unbutton them.

Thinking about it afterwards, I didn't yell "Zhuan'er, come out quickly! He took it off by himself!" and then jumped up and rushed back to the room, all because I was a little confused at the time.

What the hell is going on!There is gravity between stand-in messengers, do I still have any gay gravity that is invisible to the naked eye? !Why are all the men who come to me to undress in the middle of the night!

I did have a boyfriend, but during this period of time I asked myself countless times, and in the end I was relieved to find that I was actually straight.To talk about homosexuality is also aimed at Shen Shiwei's homosexuality.

If you are a girl with protruding front and back, if you take it off in the street now, I'm afraid you will always blush, but you are a man, show me a man, what kind of mentality do you have?What kind of atmosphere?

I crossed my arms and stared at Manjusri taking off his clothes one by one. When he finished, I replied "So what?" or "Do you think I can get hard?" Then I sneered and walked away.

Unexpectedly, when he took off his clothes, it really shocked me.

I just felt uncomfortable all over: "You are..."

Now I finally know why there are layers of Buddhist scriptures painted on his body.

It is neither a decoration nor a blasphemy, but these Buddhist scriptures were born on him.

Some are fine tattoos, some are rough knife marks, some are tangled and wrinkled burn scars, and some are made of some messy things.

His body is like the wall of Linxi Tower, full of inscriptions.

It's just that the wall has no flesh and blood, so it must not know the pain.

Even his left nipple was deeply gouged out.

Worst of all, he wasn't even a whole man anymore.

Manjushri stood motionless in the cold wind.Same as today's dance performance, it seems neither cold nor embarrassing.

Only his beautiful face was unscathed, like a boat in the middle of a river, singing and drumming together, watching the fire and screams in the city on the bank from a distance.

I finally got my words together: "You... were tricked by Han Yande?"

He shook his head busy.

That's right, firstly, the scars are quite old, and secondly, Hanyande has to wait until the last day to let him dance, how dare he treat him like this in normal times.

Manjusri said: "I don't know what kind of person an angel is, but Manjusri is just a bug-like thing. If he can't protect himself, how can he hurt others?"

At this moment, I finally didn't know where to put my eyes, so I had to say, "You put it on first."

I thought Manjushri would have to bargain again, but he didn't say a word, and squatted down to pick up the clothes he had taken off.

I turned my face away, listening to the sound of him getting dressed, and thinking about it.

If he is Hanyande's spy—or worse, King Helie's—he earns my trust by playing tricks, even if Shen Shiwei doesn't beat me to death in the future, I will want to beat myself to death.Even if he is not a spy, it is inappropriate for me to take him away from all aspects.

But what if what he said was true?

It's a terrible feeling that someone else's life depends on my thoughts.

He was fully dressed and stood in front of me with his eyes downcast.And when he toasted me for the first time, there was no expression on his face.

Now I finally know what Xianglin's sister-in-law's "eyes that are round and round like woodcuts" look like.

That was neither calm nor indifference, but utter despair.

If you don't have the power to decide your own destiny, what else can you do other than wait for others to deal with it with a blank face?

The restlessness that has plagued me countless times since coming here has finally caught my heart again.

I hesitated to speak a few times, but finally gritted my teeth: "You go back first... I'll think of a way."