Daily life of a slave

Nuller knew he had done nothing good over the years.

For the supremacy, he killed many people.

After ascending to the throne of the emperor, he used his power to kill more people.

However, even if he did it again, he still didn't regret it.It is said that being an emperor is to serve the common people in accordance with the mandate of heaven. He worked so hard to get this position not to make those irrelevant people happy.

People who don't do it for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth.

What he wants must be in his hands, otherwise what's the use of trying to be the emperor!

"Master, it's night, let's rest."

Wang Fucai glanced at the two young eunuchs who shrank aside and did not dare to persuade, waved his hands in annoyance, turned around and stood respectfully in front of Nule to persuade,

"You have to think about your own body. If Mr. Xue came back and saw it... he would feel uneasy."

Null, who was immersed in reading various news, finally got distracted and raised his head to look at Wang Fucai when he heard this, but the latter was not happy about it.

Your Majesty... getting thinner and thinner.

The chubby fortune that used to be in the past can't be found now, it's not that it's not good to be thinner, it's just that the current appearance of the Holy One is not the appearance of longevity!

"Is there any news from there?"

Wang Fucai turned his face away and wiped his old tears, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over. Looking at the color of the paper, it was the same as the one spread in front of Nule.

His bony fingers twirled the paper, pretending not to care about it, but actually counting and reading it word by word. Such letters have not been broken since Xue Wenhu left, and Nu Le's My mood sank as I flipped through it again and again.First it was regret and guilt, then it was panic, and finally it slowly turned into unwillingness and hatred.

In the past, he would wake up in the middle of the night, grab the people around him like crazy and ask Wenhu if he would never forgive him again, but now he only cares about one thing.

When can people be arrested.

Live people, catch them back and lock them up.

Dead man, dig it up and bury it!

No matter whether he forgives or not, no matter what his wishes are, no matter whether he is alive or dead, as long as Nu Le doesn't nod his head, he will never let Xue Wenhu leave his side again!

A pair of dark eyes pierced people, Nurler's temperament became more cloudy and uncertain than before, all the people around him were frightened, and only Wang Fucai could say a few words.

"Master, did you find Mr. Xue?"

In the past, Wang Fucai didn't dare to ask this question, but today Nu Le's expression was different from before, he was a little happy to see it, and he didn't need to think about it, but he knew that the person who went out to look for him had brought good news.

"Get ready, I'm leaving the palace."

"what?"

Wang Fucai looked in disbelief at Nurle who had finally turned the clouds and saw the moon. He forgot to agree in surprise, and just stared blankly at the master who looked like a different person in front of him.

"You are old and confused"

It was rare for Nüle not to get angry, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his tone,

"That's right, you're old after all, so I won't take you with me when I go out this time so as not to delay my journey—let me take care of the affairs in the palace, and if there's anything wrong, I'll see you soon!"

Before Wang Fucai could react, he got up and walked to the lamp stand, took off the yellow cloth cover of the Eight-Bone Palace Lantern, lit the rare letters on the table that used to be like eyeballs, and threw each of them into the brazier inside.

Black and gray turned white, orange fire is enchanting, mercilessly devouring the last traces, in the future, these things will no longer be needed.

The bright yellow figure turned around and went straight to the outside of the study room, leaving the candle without the lampshade to continue burning, blasting out a few lantern flowers, and leaving behind a drop of solidified burning tears.

Tonight, he should be able to sleep well.

Waking up from the dream the next day is the journey.

**

Wenhu is not a fastidious person, but he is still willing to live a better life if conditions permit.

This is the same as being knocked to the ground by someone punching you. If you can pick a clean place to lie on your stomach and yell in pain, it is the same reason that a fool would go to a place with chicken feces and rotten vegetables and leaves.

So he changed his clothes twice a day with peace of mind, anyway, laundry is Wei Ning's business.

"It's just stained with blood, and the surrounding area is clean. You just rub the piece, and after it dries, you can wear it tomorrow."

Wei Ning practiced martial arts, he has great strength and good endurance, which is suitable for washing clothes.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Wenhu wiped his body without changing his face.He doesn't like to move, the flesh on his body is naturally not as firm as their martial arts, except for those old scars on his back, everything else is soft.

Not much to take a beating.

Wen Hu wiped it carefully while disgusting it, I don't know if Jing Niang's blood is poisonous or not, there is no harm in wiping it clean.Just as he was thinking, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped behind him, and the next moment, a hot hand touched his shoulder.

"You said...he never touched you"

A deep and hoarse voice came from behind his ears, and Wen Hu was shivered by the damp and warm breath, and immediately a huge sense of crisis swept over him, and when he realized that the person behind him was Wei Ning, he felt overwhelming fear. Fades like the tide.

This is Aning.

do not be afraid.

"You mean the tooth marks"

There are scars on his shoulders, and I know very well. In the past, when Aning was confused, he went crazy several times because of this. He has patiently explained many times, and he will no longer be panicked like the first time. .

"I have already explained it several times when you lost your memory. It was an accident—some accidents happened when we were about to leave the imperial city. This was left over from that time. Because Yang Jing appeared in time, nothing else happened. "

Wenhu doesn't doubt Aning's feelings for him, but Aning, who is polite, righteous and shameless, may not be able to bear such deviant feelings.He has been stunned since he was a child, and the thoughts instilled by his parents and teachers have long been deeply ingrained.

Aning can't take this step, and Wenhu is not short of him. Without love, they can still live a long life.

So he raised his eyes confidently, and met those angry eyes calmly.

This scene is not unfamiliar, it happened again the day before Wei Ning regained his memory, so Wen Hu handled it with ease.In the past, Wei Ning, relying on amnesia, would still bite him and bite him a few times. Compared with before, Wei Ning, who is now bound by etiquette, is much easier to deal with.

"You should have heard about my status in the palace. Some things cannot be avoided. I would rather choose to compromise than die."

This is Wenhu's way of doing things all the time, and Wei Ning, who grew up with him, has long known it.Wenhu is confident, even if Aning disagrees in his heart, he will never cast aside him because of this matter.

As expected, the handsome and upright young man gradually calmed down, but suddenly there was something Wen Hu couldn't understand on that still green face.

"Then—what are these new marks around the teeth marks?"

"what?"

Spring is the coldest day, and if you stand naked for a while, you will become dull and dull from the cold.

"These bite marks are not old wounds, they should have been born in the past few days. You said that I eat and live with you every day, so who made these?"

After all, it is not a god and Buddha, so how can it be considered exhaustive.

That young man who was younger than him, at some point, actually learned to use his shrewdness on him?

Wen Hu didn't say a word, his delicate face was bluish white after the cold air invaded, Wei Ning looked back with a complicated expression, but finally couldn't resist stretching out his arms to wrap him in He's clothes.

Everything is obvious.

"I did it."

Not a question, but a statement.

Wenhu didn't refute, but just burrowed deep into the warm embrace.

He is not a greedy person, maybe he does not dare to be greedy, for fear that even what he gets will be lost because of greed.If he can't get enough to eat, he won't die from hunger, that's all he pursues.

However, if conditions permit, he is still willing to let himself live better.

This is the same reason that a fool would choose to be a brother if he can be happy with each other and be beautiful.

"We did it together."

The feet that stepped on the ground stepped on the boots that were close at hand. In the past, they were passive resisters when the other party lost their memory. Today, when the person in front of him is awake, he actively grabs his thin waist and stretches out his arms. With his arms, he held the face that Xiao had thought about countless times close to him.

He bit his lip.

Wei Ning was stunned by Wen Hu's actions. For a moment, countless familiar images flashed in his mind. Those memories that he had forgotten and belonged to "A Ning" all came to his mind, and finally he was frozen in the alternation between ignorance and sobriety. The kiss on the palm of your hand.

My tattoo.

my brother.

brother

Sobriety and obsession only last for a moment, reaction, passive and active are only a moment of thought, the rough palm rubs the smooth waist, hot meets cool, it will naturally arouse layers of trembling, turn into a raging fire, burn to death The final disguise.

"I'm Xue Wenhu."

"You are Xue Wenhu."

The lips and teeth are intertwined, the nose and breath intersect, and there is no barrier between each other.

This is true intimacy.

"In this life, don't betray me."

"In this life, I will never betray you."

Both of them are ignorant and have a first taste, the process of fusion is not beautiful, facing the one they love, there is no need to grit their teeth and bear it.

It hurts, it cries, it complains hoarsely.

"Aning..."

My, Aning.

Tears rolled down her temples, leading to beads of sweat, her cheeks were pink and white, her red lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were as charming as silk.

"I'm here."

He carefully stirred up a teardrop, but caused more because of the movement below him. He watched him raise his jaw, tilt his neck back, and sweat rolled down.

Like a branch of pear blossom, spring brings rain.

The spring is cool and thin, and it can't turn a room into a charming room.

**

The night was dark and the soldiers marched silently.

Under the iron suit and armor, there was a face with a strong evil spirit.

Wei Cheng!