Chapter 17 I hope we can work the fields without flowers and wine 119 This demand was so ferocious that my mind went blank, and the little sparks in my chest spontaneously ignited decisively, setting fire to a prairie fire.
Fu Donglou continued to lean into my ear with a dark face and said: "How dare you have children with others even after I have given my divorce letter? Do you really think that I am dead, huh? Answer me, my heart!"
It’s been a long time since I heard that title. I almost forgot how long it was. So when I heard it again, I could only freeze up, as if a witchcraft had been cast on me. I couldn’t move or think.
"Why don't you speak? Could it be that you have even forgotten my appearance?" Fu Donglou raised his upper body and stared at me, "I'll ask for the last time, who is he?"
What a shock, he actually faked his death...
My emotions were completely broken, and I seemed tired of even explaining, "Who is he and what does he do to you? You liar!!"
It deceived me into so many tears, and it almost made me heartbroken. It turned out that the truth was just a ploy to escape. There was no need to cough up blood every day! There was no need to die in despair! There was no need to shed tears on the imperial mausoleum!
With this level of acting and strategy, I really want to bow three times to him!
Fu Donglou exuded a majesty that made people dare not make mistakes. He pinched my face with his tiger's mouth and it hurt. "Then you are the biggest liar. You promised to wait for me forever but broke your promise. How can you return it?"
I started to shake my head and struggle. Perhaps this action annoyed him even more. He lowered his head and started to bite me, my cheek, and my jaw. He really bit me, and his teeth were full of unwilling hatred.
It was as if a thousand-story high-rise building had been carefully built, but it collapsed overnight, so he was particularly unwilling to do so, and kept silently screaming why time had not rewarded him.
I stretched out my hand to push Fu Donglou away, but he took advantage of the situation and grabbed my hands and pressed them on top of my head. He let out a hot breath of resentment and avoided my lips. Instead, he pressed them on my neck first, and then continued all the way.
He went down and stopped on my chest through the clothes, "How did you explain to others the injuries you suffered here?!"
The scar on my chest was left when I saved Fu Donglou. He thought it was a mark of my love for him. How could I love others with such a mark? His eyes were full of unwillingness and confusion.
I looked at him intently, my eyes full of love and resentment: Other men? How could there be any other men! It was all him, and my heart was all about him from beginning to end, but he said...
I was so choked that I couldn't speak, but it seemed to stimulate him even more.
With almost a bit of violence, Fu Donglou ripped off my clothes one by one. When the cold air touched my skin, his tall body immediately covered me.
Without any prelude, without any gentleness, he held on to his fierce and high-spirited hair, aimed at me and stabbed me to the end without any mercy, and said to me fiercely: "Tell me, who is he?"
I obviously asked the question, but he didn't seem to want to hear my answer at all. I just screamed out in pain when his lips and tongue invaded forcefully. There was no teasing or teasing, only domineering sucking and plundering...
This request was ferocious and unbridled, like a lion that had been hungry for a long time and finally saw flesh and blood. I was still crying when I wanted to speak, but then I was tortured by the lion until I couldn't cry, and my heart was broken.
The two bodies are more familiar to each other than our minds. They were treated harshly at first, but after a long time, they became entangled. The kind of intimacy was contrary to the original intention, and it was so sweet that it almost made honey.
Maybe he also realized that he was not persistent enough, so he simply tolerated me at the moment of climbing to the top: "That's it, no matter who he is, your fate will end immediately, and you must repay me for the rest of your life."
Although his face has added the mark of time, I must admit that it is still really beautiful. I finally groaned in pain and told him the truth, "You, it's you! Your child...bastard!"
Fu Donglou's body, which was about to pull out, suddenly froze. Those two gazes seemed to burn me to ashes, extremely hot, "What did you say? Say it again! Mine?"
I answered without asking: "Is it fun to cheat your own death?"
He finally understood the cause and effect, suppressed his excitement, and shook his head seriously, "It's boring. The death-defying drug is very hard to drink, and it's very cold inside the imperial mausoleum."
He was extremely embarrassed when we were cleaning each other up, probably because he, who is known for his rationality, could not even see through such a simple appearance, and was so out of control that he was so "immoral", so he kept looking away and did not dare to look at me.
I finally couldn't stand the fatigue and slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I felt him pressing my forehead, and murmuring: "I have worked hard for so long for the life you like, and finally I can come."
Yes, try hard to enable Chongzhong to take charge, clean up the situation and threats for him, train loyal ministers and wise ministers for him, and pave the way for him to govern the country. Seven years is actually far from enough, but it is already the limit of Fu Donglou. .
The next world is yours, Chongzhong.
It is estimated that no one in future generations would have expected that the person they looked up to "had his own anti-scam system. He would not believe anyone he said. His mind could turn eighteen times, making corrupt officials rack their brains and become anxious." Emperor Fu Chongzhong, what exactly has he experienced...