Eunuchs are not easy

There were a lot of things to do today, and Fu Huan thought about leaving tomorrow to prepare a birthday gift for grandpa and staying at home with his mother, so he was so busy that when he finally returned to the mansion, it was already dark.

There was no one on the street, except for the half-extinguished candles hanging on the side of the road, swaying leisurely with the wind.

The weather was a bit cold, but within the tolerable range, Fu Huan sat on the horse, wrapped himself tightly in his outer robe, and held a palm-sized wine jug in his arms, which would be filled with not too strong wine. Drink it again and again, warming your body.

Walking leisurely on the road, from time to time squinting and admiring the stars in the sky.

It is obviously the same as the one in Liaodong, but she is not familiar with it.

The mood is different, the situation is different.

Most of the brothers who fought together in the past have returned to their hometowns now, and there are only a few who really stay in the capital. They are busy on weekdays, performing their duties, and the chances of meeting each other are rare after all.

It rarely made her think that those days were a dream, and that her father was still alive.As long as she came home, she would see her, no matter how late, she would hear her father's laughter, and see the scene of chasing herself with a whip.

"Ah!" Fu Huan held the rein in one hand, wiped the hair on the horse's back lightly, and exclaimed, "You have been with me for a long time!"

"It's great to have you by my side all the time, only you haven't changed."

Her face was reddish, whether it was caused by the wind or the alcohol.Seeing the familiar lantern, he squinted his eyes, lightly reined in the reins, stopped the horse, and bent down to dismount.

Before he could stand still on this side, a gust of wind blew towards his back from the other side.

As soon as the rein in his hand was tightened, he stepped back after a while, then loosened the rope, stood firmly with one foot, and kicked directly backward with the other leg.

Years of actual combat experience, fast, accurate and ruthless.The instinct of the body is greater than the operation of the mind, and there is no weight in the shot.

"Yeah..." The person who suddenly appeared behind him groaned in pain, stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Fu Huan raised his eyebrows while retracting his outstretched foot.

She didn't feel the danger brought by the other party, and why did this voice sound so familiar.

Sucking his nose, he touched the saber on his waist with his right hand, and with a 'swipe', he stepped forward a few steps and approached the man's neck.

"Who?" The voice was cool, smelling of alcohol and unconcealably cold, like an iron sword against his neck.

An Huajin didn't even wrinkle her eyebrows, and stretched out two fingers to push two inches apart, not surprising.

Looking up in the dark night, looking for the eyes that Fu Huan looked at, his throat was slightly hoarse, "It's me."

"Who are you?" Fu Huan froze, moved the sword a little along his hand, lowered his head and looked into his eyes for a long while under the dim light of a lantern not far away, and then swung his arm away. The sword is sheathed.

He bent one leg and squatted down, moved closer to An Huajin, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and touched the place where his sword pointed just now.

"Hiss..." An Huajin twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at her with his lips pursed.

Fu Huan panicked inexplicably, "Does it hurt?"

"Hum..." An Huajin snorted, but did not stop her from touching.

Fu Huan's fingertips felt wet and sticky. With the other hand, he hurriedly took out a brocade handkerchief from his cuff and pressed it lightly, "It's bleeding."

An Huajin looked at her without moving, his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to wipe the furrow between Fu Huan's brows, "Does Master Fu feel distressed?"

"..." The peaceful atmosphere was completely destroyed.Fu Huan rolled his eyes at him, and the strength of his hand was accidentally heavy, and he pressed it directly.

It seemed really painful, because Fu Huan's face wrinkled when he saw An Huajin.

"What are you doing here so late?" Fu Huan changed the subject awkwardly, reached under his arm, and supported him up.

An Huajin was unexpectedly quiet tonight. With Fu Huan's strength, she got up, but before she could stand still, she tilted her body, her steps were weak, and her legs seemed to be unable to exert strength.

"What's going on?" Fu Huan quickly let him lean on his body, "What's wrong with you, An Ci?"

"Let me lean on you." An Huajin shook her head, leaning her head slightly on Fu Huan's shoulder, looking extremely tired.

Bearing his strength, Fu Huan lowered his eyebrows, opened the robe on his body, and naturally parted it to cover his body.

The night is getting deeper, the cold wind is picking up, and I have to run around outside in such thin clothes.

After a while, Fu Huan's shoulders felt a little sore, and she couldn't stand still, and her body couldn't stand it anymore. The key point was that she found that An Huajin's breathing was gradually calming down by her ears.

I won't fall asleep now!

His shoulders moved, and he called softly, "An Ci?"

It's not that the road is full of people, and there are patrols at night, so it's good to let people see it.

"Huh?" An Huajin responded softly, so small that it was quickly blown away by the wind.

"...someone who can accompany you." Just as Fu Huan was about to reach out to push him, strength came from his waist.

Resisting the urge to beat someone to death, he asked again.

An Huajin pushed his nose up to his face, and squeezed even tighter, and said in a thin voice with strange grievances, "I seem to have come here by myself."

"Then I'll take you back." Fu Huanning thought for a while and suggested.

"No, I've been kneeling for a day, and my legs are very painful." His breath hit Fu Huan's ear, and as he spoke, his chin gently rubbed against Fu Huan's shoulder.

"..." This was the first time Fu Huan saw An Huajin like this. For a while, he froze and didn't know where to put his hands.

When she was struggling, An Huajin leaned against her and said in a half-drowsy voice, "Huanhuan, I was bullied."

I was bullied, I want to rely on you for a while.

Fu Huan's body paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, then he stretched his eyebrows, raised his hand and put it back, "It's not like you haven't been bullied before, haven't you gotten used to it for so many years?"

Feeling stiff but didn't speak, Fu Huan thought he was thinking about it.

They lived together in Liaodong for five years, and they were separated for another five years. They had known each other for ten years.

Although I don't know what he meant in the Blue Flower Garden that day, but... if you can follow it, just follow it, and it will save you trouble.

When dealing with An Huajin, Fu Huan has always been to save trouble and hide when she can. As long as she is not particularly resistant, if he does too much, she can go along with it and never refuse.

Because refusing will lead to bigger troubles.

Ninety percent of it is habit, and the remaining ten percent... It may be that this person has a good appearance that makes her feel soft.

Fu Huan pursed his lips and stretched his neck to look around. Seeing that there were really no followers around him, he gritted his teeth in resignation.

Helping An Huajin up, she moved closer to her side, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her neck, half bent down, and half carried him on her back.

This guy was in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up.

Although An Huajin is thin and tall, he doesn't have much flesh on his body, but it still takes some effort to half carry it on his back.

A little heavy.

What a crime!

Fu Huan supported An Huajin with one hand, and the horse's rein with the other, and walked towards the side door of Fu's mansion step by step.

This is the door that she asked the servants in the mansion to leave for her today.

He tied the horse to the tree inside the gate of the mansion, and patted the horse's back reassuringly.

Step back and close the door with your foot.

He continued to support An Huajin who was on top of him and walked inside, since he lived in a remote place, and it was getting late, so he probably wouldn't meet anyone if he walked along the path.

As soon as Fu Huan entered the door, a man in black stepped out from the corner of the outer wall of the door.

It was the person who reported Fu Huan's whereabouts to An Huajin a few days ago.At this time, his eyes were fixed on the closed door, he touched the sweat on his forehead, he was half leaning against the wall, and he was wearing a black brocade robe with light-colored embroidery on his arm. pattern.

The foot that I just stepped out was abruptly stopped by the head manager who inadvertently glanced over it, but fortunately I dodged quickly!

After swallowing two mouthfuls of spit, I really couldn't imagine what would happen if I ruined the chief manager's good deed.

It's terrible, it's so thoughtful!Poor Mrs. Fu, it was really bad luck in my previous life to meet such a difficult person!

I wish you well.

Fu Huan threw An Huajin onto the couch in his room.She actually forgot about the spare rooms in her yard, which had been converted into weapon rooms in the past few days.

I moved my sore shoulder and moved up and down for a while.After resting for so many days and not exercising for a long time, this bone is very loose.

He glanced at An Huajin who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.Sighing, he took off his outer robe, put it aside, leaned against the table, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of herbal tea.

"Huh?" An Huajin who was on the couch dreamed of something, her exquisite eyebrows were furrowed, and she didn't know what to say.

After finally resting, Fu Huan took a deep breath, stretched his wrist, walked to the window and looked down at him.

When she was quiet, her appearance was much more pleasing to the eye, and it didn't change much from before, except that her eyebrows and eyes were more refined.

Fu Huan reached out and took off the official hat on his head and put it aside.

This body was indeed seen this morning, it seems that what he said did not seem to be a lie.

Moreover, the fabric at the knees under the hem is indeed much darker than other places, and it is also mixed with a lot of dust.

It's really not reassuring.

Fu Huan walked to the end of the bed, took off his official boots, and straightened his lying posture.Then he pulled off the thin quilt beside him and gently covered him. After everything was done, he gently backed out.

He was lying on the low bed in the empty hall.

I really owed him in my previous life.

Tired physically and mentally, Fu Huan was too busy today, closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

The sound of shallow breathing resounded in the room. The person lying on the bed, with his half-closed eyes opening his eyes, looked at the short figure through the curtain, curled his lips, and adjusted a comfortable position. posture, and closed his eyes again.

After a sleepless night, I slept on a soft couch these days, and Fu Huan was still not used to being exposed to a hard couch again.

I opened my eyes early, the sky outside was not bright yet, it was blurry, and the person on the bed was still there, sleeping peacefully.

She walked over with her hands and feet, and covered the quilt for him again.Walking to the closet, he took the clothes he was going to change today, gently pushed the door and walked out.

"Meow…"