Sealing Sword Chapter 178: Affection

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When Ye Fusheng finished speaking the last word, the room was so quiet that needles fell.

Only the third day before he woke up from a coma, his strength had not recovered much, and his injuries had only healed. In the past three days, Ye Fusheng could not leave the door, and Chu Xiwei seldom left. The outside news was all secretly reported by his subordinates. From this information, they learned that the war in Xichuan was deadlocked and that the alien leader Saroyan fell into the goose. With the hands of Mingcheng defender Lu Wei, the two armies confronted each other across the river. No one was willing to give in, nor dared to act rashly. "Wolfhead" Sairedan was in danger, and he had no time to take care of him.

When Chu Xiwei relayed the news to him, he was ready to wait for Ye Fusheng’s injury to get better and set off to return to the Central Plains. Just as he was thinking about how to make arrangements, Ye Fusheng suddenly withdrew from his subordinates and pulled him to Sitting down beside the bed, she slowly told these old things that Chu Xiwei didn't dare to know.

At this time, Chu Xiwei did not speak for a long time, and Ye Fusheng did not say a word any more. He still couldn't move smoothly, his mentality was not good, and he had tried his best to speak so many heartbreaking things. Up to now, it was like being taken out of the spine by a swimming dragon, and his whole body was loosened.

However, he leaned back abruptly and did not slam on the bed. Chu Xiwei turned and sat behind Ye Fusheng, caught his back with her chest, and folded her hands to hold the man’s hand on his abdomen. The head slowly hangs on the side of his neck.

Chu Xiwei didn't say a word, but Ye Fusheng felt a little hot on the side of his neck and wet the collar of his shirt, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at him, but this person was so tight that he couldn't make a profit at all. open.

Ye Fusheng sighed: "Ayao, don't be like this, just say something."

"Why..." Chu Xiwei buried a pair of red eyes on his shoulders, not sure if he didn't want to look at him, or didn't dare to look at him, her voice was very soft, "Why are you saying this to me at this time? ?"

Ye Fusheng was silent.

Actually, being honest about the past is not a good choice at this time. It is likely to break the balance that the two have been struggling to maintain. Not only will they give up their previous love, but they will even be truly sever.

With Ye Fusheng's thoughts, of course, he wouldn't be ignorant of the hidden dangers of telling the truth, but after all, he told Chu Xiwei this, not on impulse, but after thinking twice, he still decided to put his heart to heart.

Ten years ago, he didn't say it because Chu Yao was young and incompetent, because he had a ten-year agreement with Chu Xun, and because the chaos and dust of King Jing is still undecided, the more he knows, the less he will be safe.

However, in the past ten years, the vicissitudes of the ocean have turned the vicissitudes of life, and the helpless Chu Yao has become Chu Xiwei, who is incapable of life and death, and his heart is gutted. Chu Hun, who sits on pins and needles on the throne, has also become today’s powerful emperor Huan Ming, who even once played chess The difficult old part of Jingwang also took a new turn for the better from this battle in Xichuan... Everything is developing in a good direction, just like a dead tree that has been resurrected for years, and has grown fragile but strong green shoots.

He used his scarred spine to carry a heavy load for more than ten years, and now he can finally pause. Looking back, he can't see the mountains and rivers, only one line of footprints is shocking.

If you walk alone for too long, your steel-cast body will break. Fortunately, there is such a person who can awaken the taste of "alive" in his heart before Ye Fusheng becomes a walking dead.

Ye Fusheng is almost 30 years old this year. It is not the first time in his life, but the first love.

This feeling is different from Feng Yuexuan and beautiful, different from a husband and wife who respect each other as guests, strange and familiar, vague and surging. The life and death of more than ten years of swords, swords and shadows are not comparable to this short few days of worry, as if there is a winding road that has been winding since more than ten years ago. He waded through the mountains and rivers at this end, and the thorns at the end of the long road fell. , Came a Chu Xiwei.

He glanced at him casually, and the spring blossoms in an instant.

This is the concern of Gu Xiao's half-life of grievances, and it is also the home of Ye Fusheng's Piaoping for ten years.

Master and disciple, kindness and hatred, love and hate, right and wrong... There are too many intractable entanglements between them, which stretched for years and crossed life and death, and now they finally came to the last fork in the road, watching them pass by, Or the same goal by different routes.

Ye Fusheng's temperament is very similar to Gu Qifang and Duanqing, at one time casual and unrestrained, but he was born with a restrained arrogance. Although he can bend and stretch, he can't change it at certain times.

This is the principle, this is the responsibility, and even more so is the feeling.

Ye Fusheng really wants to live with Chu Xiwei for the rest of his life. Naturally, he can’t hide his life. If two people are together, if they can’t even the most basic respect and trust, what will the so-called Bai Shou long do? To continue?

Chu Xiwei did not make a sound for a long time, and Ye Fusheng also waited patiently.

Until Chu Xiwei's hand moved slowly up, covering Ye Fusheng's eyes, before he could move, the grown-up disciple suddenly turned his head to the corner of his mouth and gave a hot and cold kiss.

The hotness is the temperature of Chu Xiwei's lips, and the coldness is the silent teardrops from that person's eyes.

Ye Fusheng felt the dampness of his lips and felt his heart tighten. However, Chu Xiwei did not cry this time. She raised her hand to wipe the wetness of her eyes, leaned on his neck and rubbed lightly like a cat. Choked and hoarse: "Master, thank you for telling me...thank you for not lying to me."

"..." Ye Fu gave birth to a wrinkled heart, soft in this sentence.

In fact, Chu Yao was not stupid.

At that time, in order to protect him, Princess Jing deliberately concealed those private matters, but with such a keen-minded mother, how innocent could Chu Yao be so dull?

Not to mention, the half-way interception at the age of eight was his personal experience from beginning to end. Even if he was in a hurry and couldn't figure it out clearly, he would always realize it after three years of getting older.

He is only young, but he doesn't want to think deeply. Children at that age are the most sensitive. Chu Yao is unwilling to hurt his parents and change his life because of his cranky thoughts, so he naturally avoids edges and corners subconsciously.

Like all the children in the world who accidentally spied on secrets, Chu Yao thought that as long as he didn't mention it, nothing would happen, but it was a pity that self-deception would end up like foam on the water, and suddenly it was upset.

Ten years until now, the sea has turned into mulberry fields, and the world is neither human nor human. Gu Xiao has become Ye Fusheng, and Chu Yao has become Chu Xiwei.

He should hate him, and there are enough reasons to hate him, but... the grievances and enmity of the old things are entangled, it is Gu Xiao who bears the sea; after the palace change, it is Gu Xiao who protects it. He was spared from death; Ye Fusheng rushed to life and death for him so far, and took care of the troubles of the past years on his behalf.

All kinds, bit by bit, how can he hate him? How can you bear to continue to criticize him?

Chu Xiwei hugged Ye Fusheng in her arms, as if enclosing the only remaining world with her hands, tears streaming down her face silently.

Back then, Gu Xiao couldn't hear Chu Yao howling, and now Ye Fusheng can't even see Chu Xiwei crying. Even if he makes a noise, he can't hear it, but it makes Ye Fusheng not only have a headache but also a distress. However, Chu Xiwei's two hands were so strong that Ye Fusheng not only couldn't get out of his embrace, but even his eyes were covered under his five fingers. He could only see the dark sky in his palm, and could not look down on the person on his shoulder. What kind of expression is it right now?

Ye Fusheng could only feel the violent ups and downs of his chest leaning on his back. He didn't know if it was too painful to catch his breath or his mood was uncomfortable. He couldn't help it for a while, so he held Chu Xiwei's hand. The five fingers that clasped the palm were spread out one by one, and then based on the feeling, he raised the hand to his lips, blew gently, and cautiously coaxed: "Boo-the pain is flying away, don't cry or cry ."

A sigh of cool air slowly blew on the palm of the red mark that was cut out, Chu Xiwei trembled all over, he slowly let go of the hand covering Ye Fusheng’s face, and quickly wiped away the tears on his face. A pair of bloodshot eyes were still red.

Since Chu Yao became Chu Xiwei, he hasn't cried for a long time.

First, he grew up from a spoiled little emperor grandson into a bleeding and tearless master of a hundred ghosts. Even if his muscles and bones are crushed, his blade beats weakness; second, he has faced countless difficulties and obstacles in the past decade. I deeply understand that although I still have the strength to cry, there is no one who will feel distressed because of him crying.

After a lifetime, Bendo laughed and danced, and at least a few people cried with sorrow.

Except for Ye Fusheng.

Life and death, grievances, love and hatred, right and wrong... This person has a trace of Chu Xiwei's various things about him. Before he knows the truth, he is full of anxiety and still refuses to give up. Now the water has come to the bottom like ten years of rot The embankment finally collapsed, and the muddy water rushed to bury the wreckage of time, leaving only the mess on the ground waiting for a hundred waste.

"Master, I..." Chu Xiwei closed her eyes, "I am in a mess."

Ye Fusheng bends the corner of his mouth, put his hand on his chest, and through his clothes, Chu Xiwei can feel that the heartbeat below has lost his usual regularity, and he is chaotic.

The two people on a section of the road have finally come to this step through the thorns and thorns. In the future, they will pass by or join hands. It will be clear at this moment. Chu Xiwei will be confused because of the past and the future. Could it be that Ye Fusheng Can be indifferent?

Where the affection is, the confusion and the heart should be like this.

Chu Xiwei fell silent suddenly.

Ye Fusheng asked softly: "At the beginning you wanted to confess, now I finally give it, then...Ayao, what do you think?"

He tightened his palm calmly, as if to use Chu Xiwei's hand to pull out his heart and open his eyes. The tears that Chu Xiwei had just wiped off almost rolled out again. He was determined to look at Ye Fusheng for a long time, and suddenly, with force, pushed the person down on the couch.

Behind is the soft and messy bedding. Ye Fusheng did not feel any pain when he fell down. However, Chu Xiwei pressed most of his body on him. Even if he was careful to avoid the wound, it still made him feel suffocated, but Ye Fusheng Before speaking, Chu Xiwei lowered her head and kissed him on his heart.

Ye Fusheng just woke up, only wearing a shirt, because the repeated movements and pulling have been released for most of the time, Chu Xiwei kissed his flesh directly, obviously just as soft as a dragonfly, but like Through the skin and muscles, he fell on his beating heart, alive and sweating, and his whole body became hot.

His hand supporting Chu Xiwei's shoulders suddenly tightened. He didn't know whether to compliment the disciple for self-understanding without a teacher, or to push people away to calm down first. However, this time the right to choose was not in Ye Fusheng's hands. Before he could tangled up, Chu Xiwei raised her head, staring at him, and slowly said, "I am the son of my parents, and I have two enemies. , Don’t take it lightly; I am the continuation of the Chu family. I have one responsibility, and I dare not forget my ancestors. The father’s fault should be paid by the son, and the responsibility should be borne. However...

Gu Xiao is sorry for Chu Yao, is Jing Wangfu worthy of Gu Xiao?

Everything in the world, but the cycle of cause and effect, retribution.

"The ice and snow on the cliff of one hundred zhang, you brought me over." After a pause, Chu Xi slightly lowered her head and kissed his eyebrows, her throat moved with difficulty, her voice hoarse, "Master, you do ...Is enough, and I...cannot bear you."

Ye Fusheng's eyes widened, and the heart in his throat was slowly falling back to his place during these words, and it hurt under his ribs, spreading his limbs, bringing him a reborn power.

He raised his head and looked at Chu Xiwei. The little boy who used to be soft and mellow now has bones. A well-structured chest can be seen along the open neckline. The shoulders are broad, and the arms are slender and strong, supporting the two heads of Ye Fusheng. The side is like propping up a piece of sky above his head.

Sky light leaked in through the window, and the ashes in the incense burner lightly pulled the remaining smoke, blurring Chu Xiwei's eyebrows and Ye Fusheng's eyes when the wind came.

His face was still pale, but his blood color slowly rose. He didn't know if he was fascinated by the wind and smoke or resisted the bitterness. He slowly climbed up the confused red, and suddenly his left leg was lifted to Chu Xi's narrow On his thin waist, one pressed the person down hard, and stubbornly held one hand on the bed, leaned over to kiss him.

Ye Fusheng held Chu Xiwei's lips, his tongue pried open his lips and teeth and slipped into the mouth with no refusal, but he didn't rush to plunder, only entwined it carefully.

A tear fell on the corner of Chu Xiwei's eyes, and he blinked subconsciously, putting all the ups and downs in his eyes and flowing back into the deepest part of his heart.

As if strong wine was poured on the pyre, a fire suddenly ignited there, and Chu Xiwei's whole body was boiling hot from the inside out.

He raised his hand and hugged Ye Fusheng’s tight back. The two fell on the couch in a kissing posture, like fate intertwined, regardless of the future or the future, they are all connected at this moment. A line.

Ye Fusheng was in agitated mood, sweating on his body, staring at Chu Xiwei for a moment, and without doing anything else, he lowered his head and kissed those eyes.

Unfortunately, as soon as the lashes were lifted on her lips, Chu Xiwei suddenly turned over and pressed down the dishonest guy. With her right hand, she carefully buckled his bandaged right palm, and her left hand was under Ye Fusheng’s waist. She was still stiff at first. What to do, Ye Fusheng's next movement instantly shocked him.

Chu Xiwei's upper body clothes have long been loosened and hung on his arms, Ye Fusheng's left hand swam over his back, and he felt scabs.

The night that Chu Xiwei rushed out of the alien camp with his horse in his arms, she blocked all the swords and shadows behind her, and did not alarm him in her arms from beginning to end.

That was the longest night Chu Xiwei had, but Ye Fusheng slept the most peacefully.

Chu Xiwei was touched by him on the back injury, as if he had touched the tail of a cat, and her body shook. He felt that the people below wanted to sit up, and quickly said: "Don't look at it. It’s good to have a scar."

"I don't watch, let me count, one, two, three..." Ye Fusheng's cool fingers slid all the way from the back of his neck, gently and slowly, measuring Chu Xiwei's back inch by inch, a little bit silently Counting how many scars he has on his body, "Total size, thirty-three holes, do you still hurt?"

Chu Xi shook his head slightly, but saw Ye Fusheng lift up his upper body, stretched out his tongue and gently licked his open chest. The warm and moist touch started from the flesh and passed to the beating heart under the ribs. on.

Ye Fusheng closed his eyes.

In the past few years, he has lived himself into what he would have never dared to think of. The scars healed and added, but he never took it seriously. However, when Ye Fusheng counted the scars on Chu Xiwei's back, his heart Suddenly there was pain that was hard to vent.

"Ayao..." Ye Fusheng's wandering fingers stopped in the back of Chu Xiwei, and he touched his hands full of deep love and meaning, and said softly, "I have you, it's a blessing for Sansheng."

He has experienced more facts when he is older, and he has long lost the spirit of disregard when he was young. He was careful and cautious and looked forward to the future. He didn’t believe in the profound friendship in this life. Fortunately, Chu Xiwei always treated him like this Much gentleness and strength.

Chu Xiwei took off his hand, leaned to her lips and kissed lightly, her voice hoarse: "Master, you and I are in harmony with each other in life and death, and we are dependent on misfortune and good fortune. You don't need to say these words to be polite. You Willing to live for me, I naturally don’t hesitate to die for you. What are the difficulties and obstacles, I think for so long without an answer, only to know that people who are not sages can count as many years later, but how many ups and downs since then, We walked together, don't lose anyone."

While speaking, Chu Xiwei's left hand that was under Ye Fusheng's waist finally moved. He gently rubbed the thin waistline, with little force and small movements, just like a kid who begs for sugar. The corner of the adult's clothes swayed carefully, full of hints.

Ye Fusheng was so soft that his waist bones were soft when he touched him. He weighed his current "remnant" is not enough to turn over, so he resolutely lay flat and prepared to let young people taste the sweetness. After all, there will always be time to settle accounts after the autumn.

He relaxed his body, while holding Chu Xiwei's chin, he hooked the person down. The tip of his tongue licked the corner of the hot lips, then he shifted quietly, took a light bite on the cheek, and slapped it lightly. Shallow imprint.

Chu Xiwei's long-suppressed strength is ignited at this moment, like a sparkling prairie fire, as the wind swept thousands of miles, boiled the water in the depression, and in a blink of an eye, the red dust was 3,000 meters away, and the feelings were tangled in vertical and horizontal directions. A beautiful net of heaven and earth in the muddy water among adults.

There are no different styles in the snare, only one pair of people for a lifetime.

Before her breathing was completely out of control, Chu Xiwei leaned in Ye Fusheng’s ear, her tone was no longer self-sufficient, her shortness of breath was so short that she said, "Master, if you hurt, let me stop... I listen. Yours."

Ye Fusheng was hot and irritable. Hearing that he raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly and lightly, he raised a pair of sweaty eyes. Two peach blossoms inside quietly bloomed, and the corners of his mouth hooked, deliberately The voice slowed down and lightened, and the tail tone was lengthened: "Darling, my pants are all taken off, you...are you going to wear them back for me?"

The tone of the last three words was maliciously hooked by him, like a finger scratching in Chu Xiwei's ears.

"..."

The young man who broke his bank in a second of reason was honest with him in a blink of an eye.

The skin-to-skin blind date, the limbs entangled, like a torrent of water rushing to the end, a sudden rush of water on the cliff, and since then, the red dust is overwhelming and the sinking is no longer.

I never know the origin of love.

Under the undulating bedding of the waves, with two hands clasped together, Chu Xiwei's cold and indifferent face, which has been cast in the past ten years, has been dyed red by the tide of love, with a little hairy boy It should be jerky and impatient, the sweaty crow feather black hair draped his back and half of his body, and several strands hung on Ye Fusheng's chest, scratching him from the outside to the inside.

His always shrewd mind is only blank now, his eyes are a little confused, he stares blankly at the turbulent black eyes above, and sees himself from the bottomless whirlpool.

Breathing has long been disordered, and my heartbeat finally loses control.

Ye Fusheng did not drink, but he was completely drunk.

Chu Xiwei's hand moved from Ye Fusheng's shoulder to the vest. The undulating butterfly bones are like the wings that a bird flutters when it falls on a net. He uses light force, but his fingers hold the spine carefully, and his eyes flow. , The corners of the lips slightly open.

As if the beast quietly showed its fangs, showing the enchantment and aggression that was usually pressed under the painted skin. After a long layout and waiting, it finally bit the key of its prey, not eager to eat it, but chewed it. Tasting slowly, those broken and intermittent sounds complement the skin and bones, and it is the supreme feast in the world.