Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

His hand came in, as cold as frost, but when his fingers slowly slid across every inch of skin on his chest, it seemed to be the best comfort for the itchy skin, Xuancheng took a breath, his body became more and more The weaker, hotter, and more itchy, the place touched by that cold, dead-like hand suddenly became more comfortable.

"Murong Chong, what are you doing like this? Do you have a promiscuous nature? Hehe, you are the most perfect child molester in the world. Even the way of serving men is so unique... ah..." The voice disappeared into a burst of pleasure in the body, The chest was suddenly pinched by the wandering hand, and for a moment, as if being excited by an electric current, Xuancheng let out a low cry unknowingly.

"The way I serve men, my Mr. Yang Ping, I'm afraid you haven't seen it before. Your brother, his pervert is far more than a hundred times as good as mine. Have you seen him? He's on the bed,..."

As soon as Fu Jian was mentioned, the hatred in Murong Chong's heart intensified, and the pain in Xuancheng's heart intensified...

Xuancheng panted, closed his eyes, and vented all the grief and anger in his heart for a while.

Just when he thought Murong Chong would go further, the stroking movement on his chest suddenly stopped.

After not touching it for a long time, Xuancheng opened his eyes, but he was shocked by the scene that caught his eyes.

At this moment, time stands still and everything is silent.

The sky is vast and the land is vast, and Pingyang Mansion is so small, so small that a single person's arrival quietly covers up all the light in the mansion, and absorbs all the light in the house into him.

Fu Jian.

His slender figure is impressively presented in front of his eyes.

For a moment, Xuancheng felt that the world stopped turning, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the person in front of him.

He didn't know how to open his mouth, as if all the acupoints had been tapped on his body.

The weakness and itching of the body from the previous moment disappeared completely at this moment.

He wanted to reach out, but his arm was also nailed to the ground.

He wanted to call out, but his mouth seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make half a sound.

Fu Jian, his elder brother, the real elder brother of this body.

Haven't seen each other for over four months.

But he didn't think it was four months, it seemed like a year, three autumns, one life, one thousand and sixty-four years...

He was dressed in gray plain clothes, without any burden on his body, so plain that he looked like a beggar walking in the world.

In his hand, there is only one sword.

A sword that was longer than all the sharp swords Xuancheng had ever seen.

Dark red hilt, shiny blade.

At this moment, the hilt of the sword is held between his pale and thin fingers, and the blade is pointing directly at Murong Chong who was acting recklessly just a moment ago. The distance between the sword and Murong Chong's neck is only a thin line, and even the sword has already cut Murong Chong's skin, because the silver blade was already stained with blood.

How did he get in.

There are many guards in the Pingyang mansion, and there are knights guarding the mansion, how did he pass through Duan Sui, Han Yan, and Murong Yong's guards and enter Murong Chong's room.

When did he arrive in Pingyang?

How did he leave Chang'an?Are those ridiculous and uninhibited reasons to listen to the Dharma again?

Questioning, questioning, questioning, a series of lingering in Xuancheng's heart...

However, when his eyes met, his heart was sucked hard, and it stopped beating in an instant.

His eyes were still so gentle, full of spring water.

It's still so hot, it must be on Xuancheng's body, so I can't take my eyes off it.

"Fu Jian." Finally, he called out in such an impolite and bold manner.

All the resentment, pain, grief, unhappiness, grievance, and weakness in my heart dissipated one by one.

From the moment he saw Fu Jian, he could only feel firm in his heart.

This is my brother.

He is the one who has been chasing him for 640 years.

"I'm sorry, brother, for hurting you." This was the first sentence he said.

In an instant, the tight string in Xuancheng's heart broke. He wanted to welcome his brother, hug him, tell him what he wanted to say, he had a lot to tell him, but , he struggled and couldn't get up, his body was extremely weak, extremely soft, and extremely hot.

"Fu Jian, you are finally here." Murong Chong gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice.

"I've been waiting for you for six years, and you're finally here."

"For your brother, you come to kill me."

Fu Jian withdrew his sword, bent down, and stopped it as soon as his hand touched Xuancheng's body, "Brother, you,"

Murong Chong sat on the ground and sneered, "Fu Jian, you don't need me to help you little brother, just go ahead and see, how caring I am, I thought of it all for you."

The door was knocked open, and all the people from outside rushed in, headed by Duan Sui and Han Yan, followed by more than a dozen fully armed knights, they pressed forward.

Murong Chong shouted, "Duan Sui, kill them for me."

At the moment when Duan Sui and Han Yan rushed up, the phoenix blood in Fu Jian's hand was lying in front of them. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, and he was calm as if nothing had happened.

"You, you." The phoenix blood in his hand pointed to Duan Sui, Han Yan and the warriors behind him one by one, and asked calmly, "You guys, do you want to rebel?"

Finally, Feng Xuejian confronted Murong Chong, "You, dare to rebel?"

The moment the question was asked, the group of people stood still.

In the final analysis, the northern kingdom is vast, and all the land belongs to Fu Jian. Pingyang Mansion is no more than a small county, and Murong Chong is no more than a prefect of a county. How can he oppose Great Qin and Fu Jian?

Fu Jian was the master of the Northern Kingdom.

His arrival made this small Pingyang mansion full of splendor. It is a great honor for people who are as weak as ants to meet their monarch.

No one can shake the strength of Great Qin.

"Duan Sui, Han Yan, what are you standing there for? Kill Fu Jian for me." Murong Chong sternly said again.

However, none of these people in the house moved.

Murong Chong treated them well on weekdays, and he was accompanied by this group of knights when he went out to hunt in the city. Even inviting Fu Jian to Pingyang was Duan Sui's idea.

But the real day came, and Fu Jian came to Pingyang Mansion in person.

This group of people was discouraged.

They are warriors, not dead warriors.

They didn't want to become the dead soldiers of Pingyang Mansion because of assassinating Fu Jian.

Fu Jian said, "Murong Chong, why do you want to kill me? Is that why you invited me to Pingyang? Can you kill me? Do you dare to kill me?"

"Fu Jian, I just want to kill you, I want to watch you die with my own eyes, in front of me." Murong Chong roared fiercely.

However, the next moment, he paid the price for this sentence.

The phoenix blood is out of the sheath, and there is no possibility of returning to the sheath without drinking the blood.

At the moment when Fu Jian pointed his sword at Murong Chong for the second time, at the moment when Murong Chong yelled out these poisonous oaths fiercely, Feng Xue finally became thirsty for blood.

The sword in Fu Jian's hand pierced Murong Chong's heart without any hesitation.

For a moment, everyone in the room held their breaths tightly, and there was silence, Xuancheng was shocked, his eyes were firmly fixed on the body pierced by Fengxue.

In a short while, Murong Chong's heart was filled with dark red blood, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

"Fu Jian, you, you really want to kill me?"

There was a tremor in his voice that he had never felt before.

His face paled.

"You are so cruel, Fu Jian, you want to kill me...?"

The voice slowly turned into crying.

The expressions of the people in the room changed suddenly, but they were shocked in place for a moment, and no one dared to go forward.

Murong Chong's face was dripping with cold sweat, his complexion was much paler than his original skin color, his long hair was disheveled, and he was miserable.

"Fu Jian, you wish I could die." He cried.

He burst into tears, "Fu Jian, you really want me to die so much."

"Okay, okay," he squeezed out these two words with difficulty.

"I will fulfill you."

After uttering the four words coldly, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Fengxue violently, and ruthlessly stabbed deep into his body.

"No." Xuancheng shouted in horror.

As if his body was blown away by something that was about to explode, Xuan Cheng rushed forward without thinking, and hugged Feng Xue, "Fu Jian, Fu Jian, don't kill him."

His arm wrapped around the phoenix blood that Murong Chong wanted to pierce. At this moment, Fu Jian drew his sword back from its sheath and regained his composure.

Murong Chong's tearful eyes were full of tears, he was extremely miserable, he fell on the cold ground, he was extremely embarrassed,...

Fu Jian said, "If you don't want him to die, drag him out quickly."

Duan Sui and Han Yan came to their senses at this moment, rushed forward to pick up Murong Chong and rushed out of the house.

Everyone else in the house followed, and for a while, it was calm as usual.

Xuancheng touched the sword in Fu Jian's hand and murmured, "You killed him, you killed him."

Fu Jian embraced his body and said, "No, he won't die." Fu Jian spoke such insincere nonsense that he clearly stabbed Murong Chong in the heart with his sword, unless God forbids Murong Chong to die Fu Jian under the sword.

"Good brother, it's my fault for not protecting you well."

Xuancheng's body that was held by him became hot again, and he was poured down with strong wine added with fun medicine by Murong, his body was weak and hot, and he urgently needed to cool down and calm down, so his body fell into Fu Jian's arms Shrinking a little, his hands tightly grasped Fu Jian's waist.

"what happened to you?"

Xuancheng squeezed out a bitter smile, and gasped, "You said that the wine meeting was a mistake... If you didn't come, I would have really missed it. He gave me a kind of wine that can make people make mistakes..."

But I didn't make a mistake.

He brought his face closer and rubbed it against Fu Jian's chest, "Brother, are you willing to save me?"

Fu Jian covered his hands and said, "It's my fault, brother, I hurt you, even if you want my life right now, I'm willing to give it to you."

Xuan Cheng said, "You hug me up."

Fu Jian picked him up, and Xuan Cheng said, "Go out."

Fu Jian did as he did, he walked out of the house with Xuancheng in his arms, stood under the eaves and looked ahead quietly.

In the courtyard ahead, a tall sycamore tree stands tall and straight. On the side of the sycamore tree is the big pond. The bamboos beside the pond are green and yellowish, but the water in the pond is clear and boundless. Standing on the edge of the pond, A pair of people came out of the water.

"Put me down."

Fu Jian hesitated for a moment, Xuancheng whispered in his ear, "You don't want Murong Chong to die, so let me go, go and see him."

Fu Jian said, "Okay, I believe you."

The coldness of the autumn pool soaked Xuancheng's body all of a sudden, but in an instant, his hot and unbearable body slowly cooled down, and Xuancheng's consciousness became much clearer.

He was thinking about how Fu Jian came to Pingyang.

After a long time, his body finally returned to normal. Xuancheng leaned his head against the wall of the pool and closed his eyes slightly. He wanted to sleep. After sleeping, everything would be resolved, because there was his brother here.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to hear someone calling his name next to his ear, and something soft and itchy was irritating his skin, and he opened his eyelids suddenly.

The face that pierced his eyes surprised him.

Lian Chengyi smiled brightly at him.