walk to the water

Fu Ling sneered, and his face suddenly became serious: "And your sincerity to me, that cup of wine, I have already seen it clearly, and I can't repay you, so I will give you a 'Hundred Days Grace'!" Then he took out a green pill from his bosom. The round pill was as big as a night pearl, crystal clear, and exuded an emerald-like luster.Fu Ling said: "As the saying goes, one day a husband and wife have a hundred days of kindness. I have had skin-to-skin relationship with you, which is comparable to the reality of a husband and wife. I give you this pill, which can prolong the medicinal properties of Mietian and increase your lifespan for a hundred days. I will make your [-] days unforgettable forever, and your love for me will not be in vain!" As he spoke, he stuffed the pill into Chu Xiang's mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

Chu Xiang asked in a low voice: "One hundred days? Why?"

Fu Ling said bitterly: "I am about to cross the south of the Yangtze River. Within a hundred days, I want you to live to see the final fall of the Zhou Kingdom that you have never forgotten. I want you to share the joy of ruling the world in the sea. Don't you want to?" ?” Chu Xiang’s body froze suddenly, and two cold lights shot out from his dim eyes, staring fiercely at Fu Ling, who looked at him motionless, with a sneer on his lips.After a while, Fu Ling said: "The Mietian poison will go away for now, you'd better sleep for a while, otherwise when it gets dark, the poison will have no strength, and you won't even be able to scream. Don't blame me for being unpredictable." Stand up and go out.

Chu Xiangguo felt that the pain in his abdomen had disappeared, he was already exhausted, the pain rested for a while, he closed his eyes involuntarily, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.He slept from morning to dusk and woke up. When he opened his eyes, the light in the room was already dark. Fu Ling hadn't returned yet, and there was no one around the empty bedroom, as silent as a huge tomb.The window lattice cast a long black silhouette on the gray marble floor of the bedroom, moving slowly.Chu Xiang stared blankly at the shadow, unwilling to think about anything, the whip wounds on his back, chest, and limbs began to scream hotly, but the backyard became numb with pain... The silhouette gradually became longer and more blurred, and the sky blacken.Just when the last ray of light in the room disappeared, Chu Xiang suddenly screamed and held his abdomen, the colic in his internal organs came like a flood that burst a bank, Chu Xiang shrank his body into a ball, trembling, and the severe pain came , even better than last night's poisoning situation, not long after Chu Xiang was already rolling and crying on the bed in pain.

At this time, the door of the bedroom opened with a creak, Fu Ling walked in, and the eunuch who followed hurriedly lit candles.Fu Ling went straight to the bed, and asked the eunuch to lift a chair and sit down, looking at Chu Xiang leisurely with a smile on his face.Seeing him coming, Chu Xiang tried his best to hold back his moans, bit his lips tightly, dripping with cold sweat, and within half an hour, he passed out from the pain.When he woke up again when he was young, Fu Ling was still sitting on the chair and watching him quietly.Chu Xiang suddenly felt a sense of arrogance, and thought to himself that Fu Ling would never let him die easily. He didn't know how much he would suffer in this hundred days, but he would rather be tortured to death by him than show weakness and be ridiculed by him as cowardice The timid ones still gritted their teeth and endured, but the severe pain was more than one wave, and it didn't take long before Chu Xiang passed out again.

Fu Ling stepped forward to check Chu Xiang's breath, but gave a few words to the eunuch next to him. The eunuch went out and brought in a bowl of medicinal soup. Fu Ling took the bowl and ordered the eunuch to retreat. I tasted it first, then helped Chu Xiang who was unconscious, raised his head and leaned against his arms, opened his teeth, and fed him the medicine spoon by spoon.After feeding the medicine, Fu Ling took off his clothes, went to bed and sat cross-legged, doing exercises silently. After a while, the heat was steaming on his head, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his bare chest. On his own body, his palms pressed against Chu Xiang's chest and back, inputting internal force into his body, and circulating along the meridians.After about two hours, Fu Lingfang had finished his work and was already sweating profusely, which obviously consumed a lot of internal energy.

Fu Ling put on his clothes, got out of bed to find the wound medicine, first parted his thighs, and checked the injuries in Chu Xiang's rear court, where it was bloody and horrible.Fu Ling dipped in the lotion little by little, scrubbed it carefully, applied golden sore medicine, and treated the whiplash wounds on his face and body.After finishing his work, he asked someone to come in and feed Chu Xiang a small bowl of ginseng soup.The medicine Chu Xiang took just now has the effect of calming and tranquilizing the mind. Fu Ling is busy, but he has been in a deep sleep without realizing it.Staring at his sleeping face, although it was already pale and bloodless, it still seemed to have an expression of grief and resentment. Fu Ling's eyes gradually softened, but there was an indescribable sadness. He smiled deeply and said in a low voice: "Four What my brother said is right, everyone else can share, how can this beloved one share? That's all! Since you can't love me, if you want to hate, I will let you hate me enough!" Fu Ling sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him. Yes, leave him in the inner room and go to deal with business.

Chu Xiang woke up again, and there was no one around him. He heard the fifth watch outside, and the candles in the bedroom were still on. He turned his head and saw a person standing in front of the window. The tall back was reflected by the residual lamp, and he was quite lonely. Desolate, it was Fu Ling, obviously he hadn't slept all night.Hearing Chu Xiang's movement behind him, Fu Ling turned around, and there seemed to be a flash of melancholy and anxiety in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and then he recovered his cold expression, and walked in front of Chu Xiang, with an indifferent tone without any emotion: " These days, you should stay in the bedroom! There are not many days to come, and I still want to get together with you more. Besides, I forgot to tell you that this poison starts to attack every day after dark, and it gets worse every day Day, you better prepare first!"

After Fu Ling went to court, a eunuch came in to wait on the meal. Chu Xiang found that the pain from the whip wounds all over his body had eased slightly, but his whole body was sore and limp, and his inner strength was lost, but the torn backcourt still hurt so badly that he couldn't sit up .The eunuch helped Chu Xiang up, and after a brief wash and wash, he leaned on the head of the bed and ate some breakfast, but the eunuch said that the case of Prince Fu Ming's treason had come to an end. They were all beheaded, and the rest of the women and children were exiled for three thousand miles, all their property was confiscated, and the army commanded by Fu Ming was also reorganized.Chu Xiang was not surprised at this time. Fu Ling had said yesterday that he knew his plan from the very beginning. This game of chess was doomed to lose from the moment it was played, and the middle process and the final outcome were meaningless.Fu Ming's unrepentant eyes flashed in front of his eyes, he already hated himself to the core, if they met in the underworld in a few days, what would it be like?

From then on, Chu Xiang was put under house arrest in the palace, and Fu Ling was busy during the day, Chu Xiang guessed that he must be mobilizing the army, preparing to cross the river for the final attack.I don't know if An Lan's line of defense might be able to stop his blow?But at this time Chu Xiang was beyond his reach, even though he wanted to, he was powerless.For him, how to get through the last hundred days of his life is the only purpose of living.