I can't, I can't

Put, you, mother, oh, fart.

Kang Jiangxue was about to swear, but she could barely hold back in this situation of being controlled by others. Fu Honglang had a panoramic view of the little emperor's displeasure and boredom, and said to the maid beside him with great interest, "Medicine."

The medicine was handed over quickly, and then the little emperor needed to cooperate. Kang Jiangxue was in a stalemate for a long time, and it was too late to see that Fu Honglang retreated. his underwear.

A large area of ​​skin was subsequently exposed, the skin was white and tender, revealing the pampering that tens of thousands of people have cared for, but red marks were everywhere, hideous and terrifying, and the snow-like base only made the situation even more miserable.

The maidservants who were watching were blindsided by the dense spots, but Fu Honglang didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

He seemed to be used to seeing this kind of scene, and seemed to cherish the little emperor very much. He dipped his finger in the ointment and applied it patiently for the little emperor.

Fu Honglang rubbed his side and said: "I heard that some women will also have rashes during pregnancy, and nine out of ten it will not disappear in the end, leaving scars for life, but Yingying don't have to worry, I will be able to keep this snow skin with some thought." .”

Kang Jiangxue didn't want to pay attention to Fu Honglang, she just kept a cold face and said nothing. The feeling of being touched by Fu Honglang was like a cold current passing through. It was a hot day, but his back was full of cold light.

Fu Honglang couldn't get a response, so he poked the little emperor's waist with his backhand. Kang Jiangxue didn't notice that his muscles tensed, and his skin suddenly shuddered.

This reaction was very interesting, Fu Honglang narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's so untouchable, why, the son of the Sheng family hasn't taught Yingying how to deal with other people's touch calmly?"

In the obedient words, there is no lack of ridicule with charming allusions, but in Fu Honglang's mouth, it is also very commonplace.

The little emperor clenched his teeth, and couldn't help scolding: "Don't say his name out of your mouth."

Fu Honglang was also not angry: "Sheng Lingyu's name can't even be mentioned. I didn't expect Yingying to cherish him so much at this time."

Kang Jiangxue couldn't understand what he meant: "What do you mean?"

Fu Honglang moved closer, met his eyes, and bewitched: "Qingying is in the hands of the minister. Didn't he think about it? Being as smart as Sheng Lingyu, he really didn't expect the minister's actions? After deploying for so long, and the minister Is it really worse than chess?"

The heart-punishing words were clearly implying something, but Kang Jiangxue did not waver at all when he heard the words. He was apprehensive about many other things, but he firmly believed in this point: "There is no need to provoke dissension, that is impossible."

Fu Honglang said: "How is it impossible?"

The little emperor said: "You don't know Sheng Lingyu."

Fu Honglang laughed and said, "I don't understand Sheng Lingyu? Why do you think Yingying doesn't understand Sheng Lingyu?"

These words hit Kang Jiangxue's Achilles' heel, and the little emperor shook his pupils, but he was not taken away by Fu Honglang. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Maybe I don't know him very well. But one thing is clear to me...Sheng Lingyu will not put me in any danger, never at any time..."

Fu Honglang seemed to scoff at these words: "Reason?"

Because Sheng Lingyu had never looked at Fu Honglang with such focused eyes before, and because no one had ever been hugged so tightly by Sheng Lingyu, Kang Jiangxue said with difficulty: "He..."

Before the simple three words were spoken, Kang Jiangxue's mind seemed to be thundered, which made him lose his mind. He didn't think about it just now, what was it that he almost blurted out?

He wants to say...he loves me?

Sheng Lingyu... Love?

Kang Jiangxue had already known how much Sheng Lingyu valued him, cherished him, and was loyal to him. Now, she probably felt Sheng Lingyu's desire for possessiveness, intimacy, and growing desire to control.

But the little emperor blurred the starting point of Sheng Lingyu's feelings from the very beginning, and never brought those feelings closer to the word "love". Surging, a stormy sea was set off in my heart.

He didn't dare to think deeply, but he had to be in a daze because of this possibility of hindsight.

The possibility of that answer was too great, and he realized it so slowly and so tortuously, and he was still in such an embarrassing situation.

After the project in hand, Fu Honglang put the clothes on the little emperor tenderly, seeing the little emperor looking lost, he thoughtfully stopped chasing him with words.

The sun was just right outside, Fu Honglang called out: "It's still early, does Yingying want to go out for a walk with my minister?"

Pregnant, the little emperor's body needed exercise, and he was hijacked here. Kang Jiangxue also urgently needed to understand the surrounding environment. He didn't refuse, and was served and dressed.Fu Honglang thought for a while, took the little emperor's hand, and said like a child, "Slow down, don't fall."

Kang Jiangxue didn't answer, she walked out of the gate with Fu Honglang with her arms stiff, a burst of rich floral fragrance rushed to her face, spreading along with the wind blowing on her face.

The little emperor had smelled this fragrance when he first woke up, but he didn't know the source. Now that he was outside, he finally got the answer. It turned out that the house where the little emperor lived was surrounded by flower fields.Kang Jiangxue and Fu Honglang walked for a while and stood in the center of the flower field.

Countless gorgeous flowers that have never been seen in daily life spread and bloom around, forming a boundless spectacle of colorful flowers and reds.

That scene is indeed beautiful, anyone who sees it will feel grand.

Kang Jiangxue was in it, and suddenly couldn't take a step. Fu Honglang wanted to take him a few more steps, but he seemed to be nailed in place, unable to get closer to the flower field.

Fu Honglang relaxed, and facing the boundless sea of ​​flowers in front of him, he took a deep breath, feeling somewhat satisfied: "I often come here when I have nothing to do, because I like this place, I simply build a house and stay here from time to time. "

"How? Does Yingying also like it?"

Kang Jiangxue couldn't say the word "favorite" no matter what, he looked at the color in his eyes, and almost couldn't help but want to retreat to the room.

In this weather, the flowers bloom so beautifully.

Sensing the emotion between the little emperor's brows, Fu Honglang curled his lips with regret: "You don't like it? I thought someone like Yingying would definitely like it. What a pity...it's the first time I've brought others here .”

Kang Jiangxue kept silent all the time. Hearing that he couldn't bear it at this moment, he frowned and said, "It's the first time to bring people here? Are there not enough people here?"

After seeing the sea of ​​flowers, Kang Jiangxue has already recognized what this place is, and mentioned it in the original text.

This is a burial ground belonging to Fu Honglang. Under the soil, there are flesh and blood. It is precisely because people feed the flowers that the poisonous flowers are everywhere.

When Fu Honglang was told the truth, he smiled instead of anger. He looked at the little emperor dotingly, and sighed: "Yingying really knows everything."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "It is indeed the first time. In the eyes of the minister, probably only Yingying can be regarded as a human being."

Kang Jiangxue was dumbfounded, and an uncontrollable sense of fear emerged spontaneously. Fu Honglang talked about human life in such a way that he couldn't help but hold his bulging abdomen, and his heart palpitations came and went.

Fu Honglang followed the little emperor's movements to look over, paused for a moment, and then said suddenly: "Yingying remembers that at the royal hunting ground, Yingying said that she was the chosen one."

Fu Honglang said: "At that time, I said I didn't believe it."

The little emperor couldn't help hesitating: "You believe it now?"

Fu Honglang shook his head: "Why, doesn't the minister look too smart?"

"..."

Seeing the corners of the little emperor's lips tightened, Fu Honglang changed the topic with a smile: "But the wonders of Yingying cannot be ignored, I really thought about it, Yingying is the vixen in the dream fox story book, and later After a while, when I thought about it again, I had some other insights.”

"I don't know if Yingying is that fox, but I must be the villain in the script."

What Fu Honglang saw was originally the episode about Menghu cleaning up the villains in red written by Kang Jiangxue to vent his anger. Even now, the little emperor regrets it when he thinks about it.

Kang Jiangxue was hesitant when he heard it, and still didn't understand what Fu Honglang wanted to say, so what if he was a wicked person?

Fu Honglang looked at the little emperor, and asked: "According to this idea, I would like to ask Yingying a question, if everything in this world and all sentient beings are considered as a storybook, Yingying thinks who is the center of this storybook? In other words, who is the fox who is the protagonist?"

"..."

Kang Jiangxue was completely aphasic. Fu Honglang's question was light and flimsy. In fact, he had directly penetrated the core of Chuanshu. Although he didn't directly point it out, it almost embodies the horror of Fu Honglang's thinking to the extreme.

He is a native character, but just because he met a foreign soul with a little prophet, he can make this kind of metaphor and thinking without any mention...

While deeply shocked, the little emperor also followed Fu Honglang's question to think, and answered in his heart: Naturally, it is Sheng Lingyu.

"You must be thinking about Sheng Lingyu."

Kang Jiangxue didn't care about other things, and asked directly: "Isn't it? The protagonist of the story should be a person of noble character."

Fu Honglang chuckled, and did not refute the description of Sheng Lingyu's "noble character", but said: "But I don't think so, I think Yingying is the center of everything."

"Your choice determines who is the protagonist of the story, and you chose Sheng Lingyu, so he became the new center and a positive character."

Kang Jiangxue wanted to refute that Sheng Lingyu was originally a positive character, but she couldn't deny the persuasiveness she felt when she heard this. Even though she knew that Fu Honglang was a villain, the little emperor still deeply felt that his words had an irrefutable truth .

Fu Honglang was very satisfied with the little emperor's silence: "I know that Yingying can understand these thoughts. If I tell others about these thoughts, they may not be able to understand them at all."

Kang Jiangxue didn't listen to the compliment at all: "So what? What do you want to do? Be the center? Be the protagonist?"

Fu Honglang immediately shook his head and sneered: "Why is it so boring? Like me, I was born a villain, so I should be a villain. What's wrong with being a villain? I think it's very interesting."

"I'm just a little curious about a story, what happens if the protagonist is killed by a villain, what happens if the protagonist also becomes a villain, who is reading this story, and whether there are other stories besides the story."

"Fu Honglang."

Kang Jiangxue was silent again and again, and finally said sincerely: "You are terrible."

Fu Honglang took this as a compliment, smiled, pulled the little emperor over, and touched his waist: "I don't have many hobbies, and Yingying is so interesting, if anyone can fall into this class in my hands Good end, I'm afraid it's only you."

Afterwards, Kang Jiangxue recalled why Fu Honglang said these words. In fact, most of them were to relieve the anxiety of the little emperor, but I have to say that this walk became a double-edged sword. In the beginning, he was so anxious to get angry, but at the same time, he became more and more wary of Fu Honglang, so that from the corners of his memory, he remembered something that he had shelved.

Before Ji Linxiu left the palace, he gave him a bottle of poison.

Immortals scattered.