Chapter 41: Combing your hair

No more or less, just a sap of tears. Fan Xian looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake his head, but couldn't say anything. He fumbled around him for a while, found a scarf from his clothes, and approached the little emperor's face. He gently dipped it.

The little emperor was stunned and immediately returned to calm with a surprising speed. His naked arms easily slid into the plain white clothes, his black hair scattered on his shoulders, his face calm and no longer charming. With those calm eyes, he developed a unique ancient feeling in the capital.

She looked at Fan Xian quietly until she saw him a little hairy, and then she said slowly: "Clean my hair."

After saying this, she turned around and touched Fan Xian's smooth neck, thin back, and long black hair from where she touched Fan Xian's eyes, and put it in Fan Xian's hand.

In this world, there will always be a very complicated hair combing ceremony the next morning after a woman gets married. There will naturally be a nanny or a servant-maid in wealthy families. If it is a poor family, the mother-in-law will personally comb the hair for the daughter-in-law.

The little emperor of Northern Qi probably had no chance of getting married in his life. As a woman, it has to be said to be a kind of sadness. On such a deep night, she wanted Fan Xian to comb her hair.

Fan Xian took the comb and slowly began to move his arms, allowing the wooden teeth with extremely suitable spacing to slide between the black hair. The little emperor's black hair gradually became flat and neat, and Fan Xian's heart and her center of the earth were gradually combed clearly.

Fan Xian can embroider and comb his hair, which is a hero in the boudoir. At a moment, he combed a hairstyle that was obviously different from a yellow girl and not a mature woman. With the faint moonlight coming from outside the window, the young emperor looked in the mirror for a while, and seemed to be very satisfied with Fan Xian's craftsmanship.

During the combing of their hair, the two of them said nothing. They thought in their hearts, and seemed to be unclear about how to deal with each other's situation. After a while, Fan Xian broke the silence and asked, "Why me?"

This question is not about today, not a state affairs, nor about the words that the little emperor said in the end as if drunk, but only pointed to the summer a few years ago. The small temple in the summer. The Northern Qi royal family and the family passed down to this generation. Apart from a few princesses, there was only this little emperor dressed as a man, with a population of tiny. If he wanted to continue the blood of the Northern Qi royal family for a long time, the little emperor of course needed his own child.

Even if she took a big risk, she had to give birth to her own child. So on that summer night a few years ago, Haitang Duoduo would do anything to lust Fan Xian in that temple.

Fan Xian just wanted to confirm why the little emperor Zhan Doudou chose to become a land farmer. Being a stallion may seem humiliating to some people, but Fan Xian did not have this awareness, because his mother in this life seemed to have done similar things many years ago and wanted to become a stallion. Naturally, it means that the horse has excellent bloodline and strong abilities, which is also considered another form of recognition?

The little emperor sat in front of him in silence, without replying for a long time, and suddenly said, "Your hair is messy, I will comb it for you."

Fan Xian did not refuse, handed the comb over and sat quietly beside the bed. The little emperor half-kneeled on the bed. He walked behind Fan Xian with difficulty with his knees and began to comb his hair.

At this time, the little emperor was very well-behaved and knelt behind Fan Xian. He was slightly erect, really like a little wife.

But her hands are really not very coincidental. People who have been emperor since they were born are indeed worthy of the comment that the four-body incompetence is not diligent, and have never done anything, let alone the technical job of combing hair.

The wooden comb was slid on Fan Xian's long black hair, and he was tangled from time to time, causing Fan Xian to frown slightly. But he did not make a reminder, but was just silent. He combed the hair of the little emperor to comb her slightly confused heart after her initial affection and comforted her desire to marry a woman, while the little emperor combed his hair to act more like a normal wife.

The little emperor knelt behind him, combed his hair seriously and incompetently, but his eyes drooped slightly and landed on the edge of the bed beside Fan Xian. There were several fine needles arranged tightly in sequence, radiating a different light, some poisonous, and some not poisonous.

When she was intimate with each other before, she had noticed that Fan Xian carefully took out these things from his hair.

At this moment, I couldn't see Fan Xian's face, but only looked at Fan Xian's back. The little emperor's expression was much relaxed. It was a matter of being able to avoid being seen by Fan Xian. At this moment, a faint feeling and obsession surged in the little emperor's eyes. Although it immediately became calm, it still exposed her true feelings for the young man in her heart.

This is exactly what Fan Xian doesn’t understand. Why choose himself? Does the little emperor really like him?

"Your bloodline is very good." The little emperor lowered his head slightly, and the three-lou bangs gently swayed on her forehead. "Since you always have to have children, of course I hope to find a good father for the child."

"What's good about my bloodline?" Fan Xian felt the comb stop on his head and said slowly: "I have the blood of the Qing Dynasty royal family. Are you willing to let such a child become the future ruler of Northern Qi?"

The little emperor was slightly stunned, and started to move his comb teeth again with a little awkwardness, and said softly: "At that time, Duoduo, Lili and I, I didn't know that you were the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing."

"Then what do you like me?" Fan Xian smiled slightly, lowered his head slowly, and with the bright and cunning moonlight, he looked at the smooth legs of the little emperor beside his waist and stretched out from under his white clothes. Behind him, he was very warm and soft. He felt very good.

The little emperor sighed and said while combing his hair, "This matter can never be hidden from you. If I say that I have taken the blood of the Heavenly Vein, it will be unreasonable."

"Of course it's unreasonable." Fan Xian replied calmly: "At that time, no one knew that my mother's surname was Ye."

The little emperor was silent for a long time and suddenly spoke, "You haven't written a stone story for several years."

"Yeah." Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought about the two years of great harmony in the relationship between the two sides. Every time he wrote a chapter in Kyoto, he would use the fast horse from the Supervisory Office to deliver it to the Shangjing City of Northern Qi and the hands of this little emperor.

The first person in the world to see that the Stone Record was written by himself was Haitang Duoduo and this little emperor. The voice of Cao Gong in the night palace scared Fan Xian very much. However, at that time, he always thought that the little emperor had just a terrifying personality. But he really couldn't imagine that the body under the dragon robe was actually a charming woman.

"I once told you that I like Banxianzhai's poems." The little emperor raised his lips slightly and said calmly.

Fan Xian nodded again.

"Then you're not bad at all."

"The temperament is also quite straightforward, not like an ordinary corrupt scholar."

The little emperor said a few words lightly, but Fan Xian fell into silence. He knew that the other party was using these three words to express some meaning. After a long time, he spoke, "You like me."

After thinking for a long time, the little emperor nodded, but ignored whether Fan Xian could see the back of his head.

Fan Xian suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Should I feel honored?"

"I allow you to be proud for a moment at this time." The little emperor's face sank. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to bite him for another few more.

"I remember what you said in the palace very clearly. I worry about the world first and worry about it. After the world is happy, I just can't believe that the so-called world in your words is the real world or the world of your country." The little emperor was silent for a moment and said softly, as if he wanted to give Fan Xian an explanation why she would deal with Fan Xian at such a cost.

Fan Xian accepted this explanation because he had thought about it for a long time. It was impossible for him to win the trust of the Northern Qi dynasty, and no one would believe in Emperor Qing's illegitimate son. He was really an internationalist, especially a smart and powerful figure like the little emperor.

He suddenly turned around and looked at her in a quiet manner. The two of them were approaching each other's heartbeat and the burning breath they exhaled. He looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly his heart moved, thinking that she was just a little girl.

"You are a fool." Fan Xian said very directly, "Since you were planning to invest in me many years ago, you must continue to invest. I said in the afternoon that if Ku He knew what you are doing now, he would definitely be angry again."

The little emperor's face changed, and he became a little angry.

Fan Xian didn't care about this at all and said coldly: "You are my woman. From now on, give up your unrealistic fantasies. Don't try to manipulate me, and don't try to disrupt all the layout of the world by killing me. What you need to do in the future is to cooperate with me."

The little emperor's eyes lit up, not joy but anger. Since her birth, she has never met anyone who dared to speak to herself in such a tone, and she said so naturally.

"You are an amazing woman, but you are just a woman after all." For some reason, Fan Xian suddenly thought of the eldest princess who died in the Taiping Villa, and his voice was a little gentler. "You and the Queen Mother have been acting for so many years and have successfully deceived the eldest princess, lied to me, and even lied to His Majesty. I think there is something wrong with you in the Northern Qi court, which makes me really think what the words on the ancient road of Changting have had."

He laughed at himself and said, "I put too much effort into this, so I won't allow you to destroy it."

"I am not a threatened person." The little emperor's face became cold, thinking that Fan Xian was going to return to the original issue.

"I never threaten my woman." Fan Xian suddenly stretched out his hand, gently teased the three bangs on her forehead, and said gently: "It's just that my woman must listen to me."

The little emperor woke up from his indulgence, and his first sentence was to stab Fan Xian in his heart - my country is your country - If he is an ordinary person, he is at Fan Xian's current position, he will be afraid of having a headache. However, he is different. From a long time ago, he knew that what he did was far from the ideas of everyone in this world, and he was mentally prepared.

However, since it is your own country, of course it must be controlled by yourself. Even the Emperor of Northern Qi must surrender to his will. Conquering the king of a country seems to be something that will never be possible, but conquering a woman is still a woman who likes her. No matter how strong her mind is and how strong her strength is, she can still find a glimmer of opportunity.

Once the emperor is a minister, this is a process of conquest and being conquered. Fan Xian only hopes that since he has this dewy marriage with her, she can become more feminine.

However, the development of the situation seemed to be somewhat out of Fan Xian's control. The little emperor looked at him calmly, without any fatigue or reliance after venting. There was only a desire to try and unwillingness. Fan Xian looked into her eyes nervously, not knowing what she would do next.

"You are my man, why can't you listen to me?" The little emperor smiled slightly in his eyes and said calmly at Fan Xian.

Before Fan Xian could speak, she gently bit her lower lip and leaned into his ear and said, "Otherwise, I will fight you again, whoever wins will listen to whoever wins?"

The breath was hot and tempting. The two of them hugged each other at this time, without a gap between them. After hearing this, Fan Xian felt a sudden change of heart and thought to himself that who would be afraid of the fight of the fairy?

The young man and woman were the first to taste the taste of men and women. In addition, she was strong in nature and was not afraid of pain at all, but just curious and happy. However, Fan Xian was attracted by her identity and the stubbornness hidden in her bones. They each felt that this challenge was very exciting, and it was like a meeting of dry firewood and fiery fire, and they hungered and thirsty in each other's bodies.

Hu Tian and Hu Tian were actually looking for the excuse of national affairs, which was really shameless. The little emperor had a rare charm in his eyes, and Fan Xian tightened his hands and fought again.

The sword hut near the coast was very early. It was only early to get up early. A faint morning light shone into the thatched hut. The two under the quilt woke up slowly, and they were so tired that they couldn't open their eyes. The little emperor was extremely tired and happy, and hugged in Fan Xian's arms to make up for his sleep. Last night, a crazy thing perfectly made up for the mental shortcomings of Zhan Doudou over the years, making her finally realize that being a woman seemed to be a happy thing, but it also drained all the energy in her body.

It was obvious that Fan Xian was even more tired after winning the final victory. He opened his eyes and looked at the eaves above his head. He suddenly felt extremely absurd in his heart. Conquering this kind of thing turned out to be the matter of his bedmate. At this moment, Yan Bingyun's mocking of him really became a reality.

If Mr. Xiao Yan saw this scene and knew the details, he would be shocked to jump off the upper floor of the Supervision Bureau.

Is this the legendary swing of the baton to go around the world? Fan Xian thought to himself, looking down at the woman in his arms with a slightly red cheek. Last night, the female emperor was finally broken by herself and covered up her shell and became a real woman. As for Fan Xian’s hard work, it is not worth telling outsiders.

A strange color suddenly flashed in his pupils, lifted up the quilt, put on a random dress, and walked to the door.

The little emperor woke up, a little confused and a little stunned, not knowing what was going on.

As the footsteps reached the door, the respectful voice of the little sword boy came. Fan Xian responded, and after he left, he carefully opened the door, brought back a large basin of hot water, various snacks, and some washing tools.

Looking at this scene, the little emperor half sat on the bed, his face became solemn. After being crazy, she finally understood what she did last night and what this represented. The most critical question was that this place was not the imperial palace of the Northern Qi Dynasty, nor the Taiping Villa where Fan Xian was heavily deployed in the legend, but a relatively unfamiliar place.

Sword House.

With Fan Xian's realm, of course, no one would have eavesdropped on it. So when the little emperor indulged his life last night, he did not consider this issue. However, the arrival of the sword boy and this large basin of hot water made the little emperor clearly remember that the person living in this sword hut was not someone else, but a great master.

Although the sword hut is big and the gate courtyard is deep, there is always a sound when I was crazy last night. Although Sigu Jian is seriously injured and about to die, since the other party can easily force Lang Tao and Yun Zhilan to retreat, I believe that my cultivation is still there. It should not be very difficult to hear clearly what happened in this room.

The Emperor of Northern Qi was a woman, and it would be fine if Fan Xian knew about this secret. After all, he was the first and second of the little emperor, and perhaps the only man in his life, but if others knew about it, the little emperor did not know what would be the more terrifying outcome after he was ruined.

Under such a strong impact, her face only became solemn rather than pale, which was different and extremely powerful.

Fan Xian didn't look at her face, and smiled and brought hot water to the bed and began to scrub her because he knew that she was a little inconvenient to move at this time.

After this night, the distance between the two people was already close to negative numbers, not only physically, but also psychologically. During those short intervals, the two guests from Jianlu had nothing else to do. Apart from combing their hair, holding hands, and clenching their palms, they could only chat.

Talk about each other's bizarre and strange lives. A childhood that is different from everyone in the world, how men dress up, how men look like women, how men and women look like, how to deceive the world and steal fame, how to sit on a dragon throne, how to take a bath, how to copy poems, and so on...

The little emperor and Fan Xian are equal. They seriously discuss each other's lives, see if there is something that is not done well, and look for opportunities that can be made up from each other's wisdom.

After a night passed, the two of them had not yet turned white, but they were still the same. They had not yet promised to be tall, but they had calmed down. In addition to the men and women's bodies, they also had a kind of spiritual communication and comfort, and an extraordinarily exciting challenge feeling that rippled in their hearts.

The little emperor pulled up the thin cushion and covered the spring light on his chest. He stared at Fan Xian, lowered his voice and said furiously: "What should I do if Sigu Jian knows? I... I... I have said it many times... Let you... make you... be gentle!"

Hearing this, Fan Xian, who was drinking tea to moisten his throat, almost sprayed it out. He walked to the bed, gently grabbed her jaw and stroked it, and said in a harmonious voice: "The old guy will die soon. Even if he guessed something, we will not admit it. What's there to be afraid of?"

This scene is so strange. The little emperor coldly patted his palm and said, "If my identity is exposed, you know how much trouble it will happen."

Fan Xian became silent. He knew that if the news came out of Northern Qi emperor was his daughter, he was afraid that the world would be in chaos. Nan Qing would not have missed this opportunity and would definitely take the opportunity to send troops.

"I have said many times that you have to believe me and cooperate with me, and leave everything in the future to me." He put his hands on the little emperor's naked shoulders, pressed down slightly, and said in a sincere and unquestionable tone.

The masters outside the sword hut had been staying up all night, and the torches were gradually extinguished. Lang Tao and other experts from the Northern Qi Dynasty stared at the sword hut coldly, not knowing how his Majesty was inside and whether he would be hurt. If he hadn't been worried about Fan Xian or the Sigujian going crazy, Lang Tao would not have been able to wait patiently outside the hut, and would have led everyone in long ago.

Sigujian had already expressed his attitude. Of course, the disciples of Jianlu did not dare to rush in, but they were also extremely shocked. They didn't know what happened in the hut during this long night.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the patience of people outside was getting worse and worse. Yun Zhilan looked at Lang Tao silently, knowing that if Jianlu didn't give any explanation, the other party would immediately rush to Lu again. In a few days, he was afraid that the army from the Northern Qi side would also enter Dongyi.

"Since the family master has expressed his attitude, he will naturally not let His Majesty suffer any damage... Even if he is with Fan Xian, the family master will not allow Nan Qing people to be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor in his eyes."

Yun Zhilan said in a deep voice.

Lang Tao relaxed a little. With the status of Sigujian as the master and the situation in Dongyi City, the other party could not watch his own emperor be humiliated. After all, this time, Sigujian took the initiative to invite him.

Lang Tao no longer worried about the safety of His Majesty the Emperor, but she never expected that in one night, His Majesty the Emperor had been bullied into a...woman! The old monster Sigujian, of course, would not watch Fan Xian kill the little emperor of Northern Qi, but if the little emperor of Northern Qi and Fan Xian were willing to fight and fight, this great master would have no choice.
Chapter completed!